I don't know if anyone would be interested but I am taking ✨commissions✨
Otherwise, please enjoy a master list of all of my most recent fics :3
Also, I do take constructive criticism if anyone has any 🥰
* = smut
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💜 THE DARKLING
Series
Dusk Till Dawn* - After being kidnapped, Kirigan realises he will stop at nothing to have you back
One shots
Kinktober - orgasm control*
Envy* - Kirigan isn't paying enough attention to you so flirt with another man to see his reaction. Rough possessive sex ensues
Eyes so Bright* - Tangled AU. Kirigan is enthralled by your innocence and wants to show you everything the world has to offer
Hunger* - A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and it's too intense to handle. All of the men at the Little palace want you but there's only one man you have your eye on.
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💜 BILLY RUSSO
One shots
Kinktober - deepthroating*
Kinktober - knives*
Kinktober - daddy kink*
Kinktober - forced breeding*
Series
Dangers Ashore - You and Billy are CIA agents who despise each other. And for your next mission, you have to pretend to be a couple
Opportunity of a Lifetime - One thing leads to another and Billy ends up becoming your sugar daddy
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💜 MURIEL (THE ARCANA)
Lost and Found* - You find a man injured in the woods but he’s hiding something from you. This isn’t the first time you’ve met
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💜 MICHAEL LANGDON
Kinktober - thigh riding*
Kinktober - cockwarming*
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💜 SILCO (ARCANE)
And If You Were My Little Girl*- You turn to shimmer to quiet the howling voices in your mind, and you end up showing Silco how you really feel about him.
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💜 TAIKA WAITITI
Full of Surprises* - Visiting your boyfriend on set, you're overwhelmed by what his leather outfit does to you and you find yourself enwrapped in a Blackbeard roleplay.
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💜 TANGERINE (BULLET TRAIN)
Holding Out for a Hero - After your bodyguard dies, Tangerine is assigned to protect you. He's not too happy about it and neither are you. But when you get date raped at a club, Tangerine comes to your rescue.
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💜 LUIS SERRA
One shots
Smoking Hot*- Getting high with Luis somehow divulges into you getting tied up and fucked hard
Series
The Art of Survival - The Hunger Games AU. You and Luis keep bumping into each other throughout the games and you begin to develop a bond. But there can only be one victor.
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💜 MOONKNIGHT
Taking Control* - You always dominate your boyfriend, Steven, but you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated... you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated by Marc.
I'm watching TWD for the first time. Halfway through S1. Hellloooo, why are there no predator x prey fics of Shane x reader?! After witnessing the scene where he stalks up on Lori, covers her mouth and brings her to her ground before fucking her 🤭
Or yandere fic?! He is massively giving those vibes so far?! What???
Hi tumblr ppl, is there anyone who's willing to read a few short pieces of my writing and give me your honest opinion of how good I am?
My friends are obviously biased and say that I'm good but I'm extremely self-loathing and feel like my abilities are dog shit so I would love an unbiased opinion.
Please be honest, I wont be crushed as there's always a chance to improve. Id be happy to read your writing in return <3
I just had a dream where Tav is too tight to have sex with Halsin so Halsin asks Astarion to have sex with her first as prep to work up towards Halsin's giant d*ck. 🤭
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader and Marc Spector x Reader
Summary: You always dominate your boyfriend, Steven, but you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated... you're curious to know what it's like to be dominated by Marc.
Word count: 750
Warnings: d/s, edging, cockwarming, handcuffs
A/N: Okay so I started this agesss ago and never finished it. Idk if anyone would still be interested in reading it now. Idk how alive the Moonknight fandom is anymore. If enough people are interested, I would love to finish this story now I'm out of my writing slump
A beautiful whimper left Steven’s mouth as you slid his dick up and down your folds. You’d been edging him for at least 15 minutes by now, his arms handcuffed to the bedposts, outstretched and vulnerable. You loved seeing him this way, so desperate for you that he was leaking precum like crazy, but too submissive to even complain.
You delved your head down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. He met you with equal fervour, greedy to accept everything you offered him. Your hand raked through his thick mop of hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck so your lips could roam lower. There was no need but you tugged harder, eliciting another whimper. You bit and sucked hard at his neck, in all the spots that you knew would drive him crazy.
But… For as much as you were enjoying yourself, you weren’t quite sure where to go from there. You’d dommed Steven pretty much every day since you’d been together. And you had to admit you were curious to give up control for once.
Your hips came to a stop.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
You had voiced your curiosity to be dominated earlier on in the relationship. Steven had tried to dom you, and you had to commend him for giving it his all, but his heart wasn’t in it. He could never stop being so gentle and careful with you. You loved him for it but you craved more.
You confessed that Marc’s personality - a polar opposite to your boyfriend’s - was intriguing. And after a long discussion, Steven had agreed that he was happy for you to experiment with Marc.
Marc had required very little convincing. His attraction to you was no secret, flirting with you at every opportunity. In fact, you’d say he seemed jealous that Steven had you all to himself.
“Yes, I’m feeling great.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek to reassure him and then averted your gaze as you tried to find the right words. “I… I was just wondering… are you still okay with me trying things out with Marc?”
“Oh. Yeah… Yeah, of course.”
Your face lit up and you pressed another kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Steven.”
A smile played across his face, slowly morphing into a smirk. His eyes languidly roamed across your naked form.
“You finally decided to see what you’ve been missing out on?” That gruff, American accent sent shivers through you.
He flexed his arms in the handcuffs. Never in a million years would he willingly be tied up in the bedroom. It was an embarrassment.
“I seriously suggest you get me out of these.”
Marc - usually so commanding and in control - was now at your mercy, his cock twitching at full attention. Suddenly, you were overcome with the desire to see Marc beg.
Staring calmly into his dark eyes, your hips started up their motions again, slowly gliding your folds along his length. You even decided to take it one step further, you sunk down onto his cock. Your eyelids fluttered with heavy lust at the feeling of his considerable girth stretching you out. And then you just stayed there.
A low groan escaped his throat as his head rocked back into the pillows. Marc’s dick was left feeling painfully sensitive after all the teasing you’d put Steven through. Not to mention your naked vision was absolutely glorious. He needed friction, he needed to fuck you. He needed it like a man starved.
“You’re gonna regret this, princess.”
“Oh really?”
You were the picture of smug as you rocked your hips to the tiniest degree. His fullness inside of you felt fucking incredible, and you could only imagine how excruciating the teasing felt for him.
Marc growled and his hands made fists, tugging hard at the cuffs.
You laughed at his futility. “I’m not going to move until you beg me, Marc Spector. I can do this all night.”
Hands turned to fists and his arms strained, veins popping to attention. Metal clinked and you didn’t even have time to process that he’d broken the handcuffs before his fingers were curling around your waist and you were being flipped over to be beneath him.
Fear was quick to replace your cocky demeanour. Your eyes flashed wide open and your mouth hung slightly ajar - with shallow breaths of air escaping your lips. You went completely still, frozen like a bunny beneath the claws of a fox.
Summary: A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and it's too intense to handle. All of the men at the Little palace want you but there's only one man you have your eye on. But there's no way he'd want to mate with you, would he??
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: Piv smut, mating press, bit of a breeding kink, biting, scratching, knotting, possessiveness, a lil bit of d/s dynamics
Tagging those who may be interested: @midnightxsecretary @kjr23org @intothesoul @sithapprentice @poemfreak306 @zeeader @sloppyzengarden @padawan-jiejie @dreamlandcreations @k-marzolf
As you walked into the council room, all the men turned to look at you, eyes slightly wide and hungry. You could almost picture the saliva dripping down their chins. You shrunk into yourself as you made your way to your seat.
It was your first heat and you didn’t want to let it prevent you from going to work. But a heat was even more intense than you’d expected it to be and it seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
You were absolutely throbbing and your pants were soaked through. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and gain some amount of satisfaction. It only made things worse but once you’d started you couldn’t seem to stop.
You dared to look around yourself and you noticed that concentration strained on the men’s faces as they now refused to look at you. They were trying so hard to be civil and not to pounce on you.
When none of you thought you could take it any longer, General Kirigan finally strode into the meeting. His nostrils flared as soon as he entered, clearly taking notice of your scent. He didn’t say anything as he placed his papers down on the table ready to conduct the discussion. You’d never seen him look so tense before, not even during his most high-stakes political negotiations. You started to regret not taking the day off work.
You could hardly think straight, your nipples were hard beneath your bra and you wanted so badly to start palming your breasts through your clothes. You were desperate for any sort of stimulation and had to restrain yourself from rocking your mound the chair. You had an inkling that none of the men were paying attention too, if their stolen glances were anything to go off.
A few of the men were without a mate and you knew that they were desperate to throw themselves at you. And your instincts were telling you to do the same. But one man’s scent in particular was driving you insane. General Kirigan’s. He was the alpha of all alphas. And it came off in his scent. You were practically dizzy with it.
You were so painfully aware of his presence. Sure he was incredibly attractive and you might have always had a little crush on him but this feeling was nothing in comparison to that. A part of you was willing to do absolutely anything for that man to put you out of your misery. But its not as if the General Kirigan would ever want to be your mate, you thought sadly.
“I think that’s enough for today.” He declared.
You checked the clock. You were finishing 30 minutes early. You shrunk into yourself even more. They couldn’t stand your presence for one second more.
You stuffed your belongings into your bag and went to hurry out.
“Y/N, I want you to stay behind.” Kirigan instructed.
You froze, tightly clutching your bag, and turned back around.
His hands were pressed down on top of the table - arms as tense as logs. He refused to look at you.
The door closed shut behind the last person to leave. His scent smelt even more intense now it was just the two of you.
His eyes remained on the table as he spoke to you - each word was strained: “Y/N, please take the next few days off.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
He nodded.
That was all he wanted to say. You should go now, leg it back to your room. But part of you wanted to stay. You hesitated for a moment, your legs slightly shaking and your pants so wet that a drop of it started to trickle down your thigh. You needed Kirigan’s scent to surround you, to claim you, to mark you as his.
He interrupted your thoughts, “You may leave.”
Of course, your fantasy was never going to happen.
“Sorry, Sir.” You repeated and hurried off.
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Each day brought endless suffering. Was it this bad for everyone else? You had no idea how they coped. This was hell.
You writhed in bed, sheets soaked with sweat. You were genuinely going insane. The space between your legs seemed to physically burn with desire. Your legs rubbed together, seeking some sort of satisfaction but none came.
It was impossible not to think sinful thoughts. You imagined Kirigan, his head between your legs, lips coated with your juices. You wondered how experienced he was, and you decided with certainty that he would know exactly what to do in the bedroom. That thought made you whimper.
It hurt you to know that your imagination was not reality. Kirigan would never satiate your desires. And yet your brain couldn’t stop tossing that thought around, fantasising about him over and over again with small variations. Kirigan fucking you like his life depended on it. Kirigan fucking you slowly, placing hot, tender kisses to every inch of your body. You riding him while his pretty face screwed up in bliss.
Your hand gravitated between your legs but you pulled it away. You had already tried that. Countless times. It only served to goad you on, to ramp the need up to one thousand. No, only an alpha could help you.
You had considered leaving your room in the search of one. But there was only one alpha on your mind and he would never sleep with you. And you didn’t want to mate with anyone who didn’t make you feel the same way that Kirigan did. You clutched your self-respect and dignity tightly to your chest, even as the rest of your mind melted away in the fires of lust.
Holding the pillow over your face, you groaned loudly with annoyance. It was not fair to be cursed with an affliction that bore no remedy. You needed a cold glass of water, something to distract yourself for even a second.
You hadn’t left your room ever since the meeting. Someone had been kind enough to leave meals behind your door so you didn’t have to put yourself, or the others, through any unnecessary strain.
The clock on your bedside told you it was 2am, so it should be safe to venture outside.
You cursed your luck when Kirigan was sitting at the kitchen table reading a book with a glass of water - unable to sleep just like you.
The floor creaked as you turned to leave. His eyes shot up.
Your face bloomed bright red. You were only wearing your thin white nightgown, your hair dishevelled.
“I-I’ll come back later.”
He swallowed thickly. “There’s no need.”
He tried to smile but you could spot the tension in his lips. Curse him and his politeness.
As soon as you stepped inside, a sweltering wall of scent slapped you in the face. It was musky and animalistic. Your legs shook on the way to the cupboards. You tried not to breathe but there was nothing you could do to stop it from entering your system. Saints, you needed him to fuck you sensless. You bit back a moan.
The only glasses were on a shelf that was too high for you to reach. Of fucking course everything had to be against you today.
“Let me help.” He offered.
His chair squeaked and then footsteps padded up behind you. You went rigid.
His scent filled your lungs, choking you with cloying lust. The warmth of his body was mere inches away from touching you. You had to steel yourself from pressing back and closing the teasing gap. Your ache was worse than all of your days of suffering combined. It took all of your strength not to make a noise, a groan of pleasure, a whimper of pain, a pleading beg: “Please, Sir, use me however you want, fuck me until I can’t walk.”
The retrieved glass clanked down on the counter.
You took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“T-Thank you.” You stuttered despite your best efforts to feign composure.
He didn’t move. Why wasn’t he moving? His hands gripped the countertop either side of you, closing you in between his white-knuckled hands.
There was no stopping the way your eyelids fluttered in the futile bliss of his perfect scent and his perfect face. You couldn’t think straight. What was happening?
“Sir?”
A noise halfway between a groan and a growl caught in the back of his throat at hearing you call him that.
“You can’t keep going around smelling that divine.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Something needs to be done.”
In one graceful motion, he closed the distance, his body pressing up against your own.
This had to be a dream, a fever dream conjured from the intensity of your heat.
His head surged forwards, lips pressing against yours with a crushing force. This was the best dream you’d ever had.
Your hands laced through his raven locks as his tongue delved between your parted lips. The feel of his soft lips mixed with the bruising intensity with which he tasted you was absolutely divine. His hands snaked around your back, pressing you tight against himself. Your tongue slipped into his own mouth, lapping up every inch of him. This felt fucking amazing. You’d never experienced such an electric kiss. It had you seeing fireworks.
You yelped when he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter. Your legs wrapped tightly around him and he continued to kiss you with desperation.
This was actually real wasn’t it? You could feel his plush lips, his flushed skin, his curious tongue. It felt much too real to be a dream. But how could this be happening to you? You’d fantasised about it so many times, and now it was actually happening, your General was here, stealing your breath away.
He rocked his hips against your own, his hard length pressing against your core, and he bit down on your lower lip. Stars sparked along your spine. You let out a gasp and rutted your hips desperately against him.
“Oh, please, please, please.” You chanted without even realising the words were falling from your mouth.
You planted hungry kisses along his cheek and neck, your hands fisted in the back of his kefta as you rocked against him.
“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away to study your response.
It only dawned on you what you’d just said, what you’d begged for. Your heart was giddy. You would never forget this day, you would never forget the way his eyes seemed to burn like hot coal when you said: “Yes.”
Before you could blink, you were being lifted up and carried down the corridors. You wrapped your hands around his neck to steady yourself against the speed with which was carrying you. Now that you had exactly what you needed to make the pain go away, you were more desperate than ever. The man who would satiate you was pressed against your side, carrying you like you weighed nothing. You couldn't wait to get your hands all over him.
You revelled in the feeling of his obsidian, silk sheets as he set you down on his bed. You'd been so curious to know what Kirigan's bedroom looked like but, as his lips crashed against yours, you couldn’t care less.
Your greedy hands pushed off his kefta and started unbuttoning his shirt. Lust had boiled off any sheepishness you usually would have carried to the bedroom.
Joy buzzed through your bones when you pressed your hands against his bare chest and explored the contours of his muscles.
“I need you, I need you.” You repeated like prayer against his lips.
“You can have me.”
He lifted the nightgown off you, leaving you exposed in nothing but your underwear. He pulled away to discard his trousers and then his fingers were hooking into your bra and pausing, waiting for consent.
You nodded desperately, “Please.”
You had no idea how he had the restraint to be so careful with you. You’d been dying to rip his clothes off as soon as you’d spied him in the kitchen and you were sure he must feel the same.
He pressed kisses along your neck and then trailed lower before taking a nipple into your mouth. Your head threw back as his tongue swirled around your bud. You were so sensitive that you thought you could burst.
You managed to twist around to tug your underwear off and he pulled away to do the same. His hard length stood to attention against his abdomen, thick and veiny. His tip was red and leaking a trail of precum. You were practically salivating at the sight of it. Usually, you would have panicked about fitting in his impressive length but you were so achingly empty that you were excited to take on the challenge.
He went to go down on you but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Please. Now. I need you now.”
He let out a small chuckle at your desperation.
“Your wish is my command, flower.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and, in one single thrust, he pushed cleanly into you. Your mouth threw open into a wide O. He was so large. It knocked the air out of your lungs.
He gave you no time to adjust to him; he pulled all the way out before ramming into you again. Your mouth remained open, eyebrows drawn down into two tight lines. He’d only just started and you were already a quivering mess, his dick stealing your ability to speak. You were ready to start a new religion and worship him as your God.
He praised - his words broken by breathy groans, “You feel incredible.”
“You…- eurghhh.” You tried to reciprocate but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence, his thick cock stretched you out too deliciously.
Grinning at your reaction, he sped up his thrusts with impossible hip strength, using your speechlessness as motivation to drive his cock into you even harder.
You were mewling obscenely, toes curling. It was all so much pleasure. You weren’t sure if your mortal body was capable of experiencing such extreme heights.
“I’ve only just started and you’re already too cock dumb to speak?” He asked.
A darkness shrouded his irises. It thrilled you, sending another wave of wetness to spill out over his dick.
You wanted to speak your affirmation or throw him a bratty protestation - you weren’t sure which - but the feeling of his dick pounding into you made it too hard to think of any words.
“Not even a ‘yes, sir’?” He teased.
“Y-ye-yes, s-s” You tried to stutter out.
He grasped your legs and positioned you so your knees were against your chest and he crawled further on top of you so he could hook his arms beneath your shoulders. He had you in a mating press.
He continued to pound into you, hitting you deep in your core, smashing against your g-spot. You practically screamed in pleasure, certain that everyone in this wing of the palace heard you.
“Can’t finish your sentence?” He taunted.
“S-s-sorry, s-s- arghhhhh.”
Waves of hot pleasure crashed over you with each thrust, so perfectly fast and deep. You would do absolutely anything this man asked of you if it meant you could experience this again.
“It’s okay, little one, we can work on your sentences another time.”
Another time? There was going to be another time? You had never been happier.
This position was exhilarating. You were trapped at his mercy, unable to fight him off even if you wanted to. But you were his willing prey.
“Are you ready to take me?” He asked, pressing kisses against your neck.
You nodded before you even realised what he was talking about. And then it dawned on you. Knotting. You were about to be knotted. You were about to be bonded with him. A small jet of fear released in your abdomen, you weren’t sure if you could handle his knot, if you could stretch wide enough, if your mind was fortified enough to withstand the pleasure. This was all happening so quickly. You were about to be his mate, the general had chosen you. Your sex-drugged brain was too cloudy to process everything but you know one thing for sure, that every fibre of your being screamed with the desire to be his.
“Ah~! Yes, yes.” You managed to moan out.
Your enthusiastic consent spurred him on as he rutted into you with increasing power.
Your heart raced with apprehension but there was something oddly comforting about being caged in by him and feeling his warmth radiate around you like a weighted blanket. Maybe it was your heat-imposed delirium or the fact that you two were fated to be mates, but you trusted him explicitly.
Then you started to feel it. His tip was growing in size, expanding to fill up the space deep in your vagina. It was electrifying to know that you were trapped with his dick inside of you until he came. You were discovering many surprising things about yourself tonight.
Your walls fluttered around him. You were so close but you wanted to cum at the same time as him. Biting down on your lip, you tried to hold it in. But your self-control was slipping with how hard he kept smashing your cervix.
He spoke in between the lovebites he sucked on your neck, “I can’t wait to fill you up. Claim you as mine.”
The combination of the ministrations of your neck with the savage thrusts against your spongy core was sending you over the edge. You let out some impressive screams as his teeth pressed down hard, keeping your skin in his mouth and growled at the same time. You shivered to think of how you must look decorated in his marks.
Your hands snaked around to hold onto his back for dear life as you struggled to stave off your orgasm.
His dick was pushing up into you as far as it could possibly go, his balls pressed tight against your opening. His knot was pulsing inside you, stretching you out more than you thought you could go. Feeling that massive tip thrust against your cervix was sending you cross eyed.
“Mine, mine, mine.” He chanted.
His hot breath against your abused neck caused your body to convulse.
“I’m gonna cum.” He warned.
Your heat had definitely messed with your brain because you were so excited, so ready to be filled with him.
His thrusts arced larger, his knot straining against your entrance before pushing back up to your cervix again. You clawed marks into his back. A few more thrusts and he burst, releasing hot cords of cum deep inside of you. You clenched around him, wanting to milk everything out of him as you cried in ecstasy.
It took a few heavy breaths for you to come down from your high and return back to your body. You could feel Kirigan lapping at the wounds he’d made on your neck, trying to soothe your skin.
His knot was slowly deflating and you took the opportunity to pull his body as close to your own as physically possible. You felt like a euphoric, emotional mess.
“How was that?” He asked. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
You peppered kisses along his cheek, “No, no, that was perfect, Kirigan.”
“Please, call me Aleksander.”
Your face flushed. Being gifted with his true name felt somehow even more intimate than what you two had just done.
“Well then, Aleksander,” You spoke his name with a slow cadence, treasuring how it felt in your mouth. “You could afford to be rougher next time.”
His eyebrow raised in surprise and you let out a girlish giggle that surprised you.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said with a stupid grin on his face. For as much as you wanted to see him smiling, you stole his lips into a heated kiss, desperate to show the affection that was bursting out of you. You couldn’t believe your luck. You were General Kirigan’s Aleksander’s mate. The most handsome and most powerful man in all of Ravka was yours for the taking.
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A gentle note that I am taking commissions if anyone is interested. No worries if not uwu
Hiiiiiiiii. Omg that ABO darkling drabble was amazing. I had so many feelings about it. (great ones, amazing, fantastic feelings if you will). Pleeeeeaaaase continue. XD
Thank you so much for showing your interest, lovely! 💜💜💜 I definitely plan on finishing it. I've already written a lil bit more of it. I'm gonna aim to have it posted within the next 7 days.
Summary: A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and you're a distraction to all of the men at the Little Palace
Word count: 600
Warnings: No smut but very sexually suggestive
A/N: Okay so I wrote this when season 1 came out. I never actually finished it lol. If anyone is interested, I would love to finish it!
I'm so upset tho bc I did write more than this but I think I accidentally deleted the next few scenes 😭
Also hot take but I am kinda disappointed by what they did to the Darkling in season 2. Season 1 Darkling had me going FERAL. I miss the scenes with him and Alina 😩 There was so much chemistry arghhh it was so hot.
As you walked into the council room, all the men turned to look at you, eyes slightly wide and hungry. You could almost picture the saliva dripping down their chins. You shrunk into yourself as you made your way to your seat.
It was your first heat and you didn’t want to let it prevent you from going to work. But a heat was even more intense than you’d expected it to be and it seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
You were absolutely throbbing and your pants were soaked through. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and gain some amount of satisfaction. It only made things worse but once you’d started you couldn’t seem to stop.
You dared to look around yourself and you noticed that concentration strained on the men’s faces as they now refused to look at you. They were trying so hard to be civil and not to pounce on you.
When none of you thought you could take it any longer, General Kirigan finally strode into the meeting. His nostrils flared as soon as he entered, clearly taking notice of your scent. He didn’t say anything as he placed his papers down on the table ready to conduct the discussion. You’d never seen him look so tense before, not even during his most high-stakes political negotiations. You started to regret not taking the day off work.
You could hardly think straight, your nipples were hard beneath your bra and you wanted so badly to start palming your breasts through your clothes. You were desperate for any sort of stimulation and had to restrain yourself from rocking your mound the chair. You had an inkling that none of the men were paying attention too, if their stolen glances were anything to go off.
A few of the men were without a mate and you knew that they were desperate to throw themselves at you. And your instincts were telling you to do the same. But one man’s scent in particular was driving you insane. General Kirigan’s. He was the alpha of all alphas. And it came off in his scent. You were practically dizzy with it.
You were so painfully aware of his presence. Sure he was incredibly attractive and you might have always had a little crush on him but this feeling was nothing in comparison to that. A part of you was willing to do absolutely anything for that man to put you out of your misery. But its not as if the General Kirigan would ever want to be your mate, you thought sadly.
“I think that’s enough for today.” He declared.
You checked the clock. You were finishing 30 minutes early. You shrunk into yourself even more. They couldn’t stand your presence for one second more.
You stuffed your belongings into your bag and went to hurry out.
“Y/N, I want you to stay behind.” Kirigan instructed.
You froze, tightly clutching your bag, and turned back around.
His hands were pressed down on top of the table - arms as tense as logs. He refused to look at you.
The door closed shut behind the last person to leave. His scent smelt even more intense now it was just the two of you.
His eyes remained on the table as he spoke to you - each word was strained: “Y/N, please take the next few days off.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
He nodded.
That was all he wanted to say. You should go now, leg it back to your room. But part of you wanted to stay. You hesitated for a moment, your legs slightly shaking and your pants so wet that a drop of it started to trickle down your thigh. You needed Kirigan’s scent to surround you, to claim you, to mark you as his.
He interrupted your thoughts, “You may leave.”
Of course, your fantasy was never going to happen.
Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader (set in The Hunger Games)
Chapter summary: When the Reader is stung by trackerjackers, mutant wasps who cause their victims to hallucinate, she is placed in a vulnerable position where anything could happen to her. When Luis finds her staggering through the woods, will he be a friend or foe???
Word count: 3k
Warnings: graphic depiction of violence (some of the violence is committed against you), hallucinations.
A/N: lmk if you want me to give a list of all of the Spanish translations?? But I will say that conejita = little bunny.
Part One - Part Two
Several days into the games, Luis had managed to set up shelter in a hidden cave. He kept away from people for the most part, only venturing out to forage for food. He’d only run into another person once.
He was exploring the terrain outside his cave when he heard a twig snap uncomfortably close behind him.
A contestant raised a sharpened tree branch to stab him and, as Luis turned, the shiv pierced his shoulder. Pain burst through him but he’d experienced far worse.
Coming at him with nothing but a shiv had been a foolish move. In a heartbeat, Luis trapped the contestant in a headlock. The constant wriggled, panting as he tried to pry Luis’ hands off. With a twist of his hands, the contestant’s thick neck cracked. The contestant’s limbs went still and Luis threw them to the floor.
He cursed as he made his way back to the cave. The wound itself wouldn’t do much to weaken him. But he was certainly going to get an infection.
He ran his hand through his hair. The odds of him winning against the strongest opponents here were slim. The odds were even smaller now he would have to fight them through a fever.
The sun was beginning to set when he returned to his cave. He prayed to whatever God was listening that all of the opponents could just kill each other while he hid here. But he knew that would never happen. Only the most vicious opponents would be left standing and they would find him. With an infection, he stood no chance.
Some sort of God answered his prayers. A thud sounded outside his cave and, pipe in hand, he went to investigate. It was a package from his sponsor. He ripped it open to find medical supplies. He could fall to his knees with relief.
As he poured rubbing alcohol down over his wound, he silently thanked Ada. He almost dropped the bottle when music blared outside. It was time to announce the fallen tributes.
The loud music wasn’t the reason why his whole body went taught, his hands slightly trembling. It was because he was waiting to see her face light up in the night sky among the other dead tributes. His chest wound tighter with each face, sure that the next one would be hers.
The projector shut off. He released a shuddering breath. She wasn’t dead yet. But that didn’t make him feel any better.
He wondered how scared she was right now, fighting for her life day after day. Time moved so slowly here.
Maybe he should have left her to die on the first day. Then she wouldn’t have had to suffer.
He didn't even know her, he thought - angry at himself for placing so much emotional importance on a stranger. But she was more than a stranger, she represented innocence, something he had lost years ago. He hated to see it being taken from her.
No, seeing her face light up among the night stars would be a mercy. If by some miracle, she survived, that meant he would have to kill her himself.
He prayed there could be a version of events where he didn’t have to see her face again.
Too many of his prayers had been answered and now his luck had run out; he had ventured outside to collect some water from the stream when he heard a shriek that cut to his very core. Dread gripped him by the throat. He recognised that scream.
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Y/N had not been entirely honest when she’d told the adjudicators and fellow contestants that she possessed no skills. She wanted to keep some tricks up her sleeve, thinking it would give her an advantage if she was underestimated.
Crime rates were high in district 2 and she had taught herself how to fight with a knife, and even how to throw them. Although, she was sure throwing knives at a wooden target was much different to lodging them into a flesh. She was yet to find out for certain. Her sponsor had sent her a set of knives but her instincts kept choosing flight over fight.
Her second talent was her knowledge of animals, it calmed her to read about them. And so she elected to sleep beneath a trackerjack nest, knowing how to be around them without disturbing them and hoping the sight of one would deter opponents from approaching.
Approaching voices startled her away. A group of contestants caught sight of her and instantly sped towards her.
She surprised herself by how quickly she reacted. She hurled a knife at the nest and rolled away. The nest hurtled through the air and crashed to the floor. Angry trackerjackers fled from their home and swarmed the group of contestants. They screamed and tried to swat the mutant wasps away. Y/N took this as her opportunity to run.
The trackerjackers’ stingers jabbed every inch of the group's exposed skin. Through gritted teeth, one of the girls nocked an arrow. She wasn’t going to let Y/N get away unscathed. With shaking hands, she released it into the air.
Letting out a cry, Y/N keeled over onto her knees. The arrow had lodged in the back of her leg. A second sting stabbed her in the neck, this one from a trackerjacker.
The archer wasn’t done yet. Now that Y/N was an unmoving target, she aimed a second arrow straight at Y/N’s back, knowing it would pierce her heart. A trackerjacker stung her in the eye and she screamed as she released the arrow.
Tears burst free from Y/N’s eyes as the arrow sliced into her thigh. She had never felt pain like this before. Even through the shock, she could feel the pain pulse through the tendons in her legs with an indescribable fire. But she couldn’t afford to be weak, she needed to keep moving before she got stung or shot at again.
She pushed herself to her feet with gritted teeth. The arrow heads carved deeper into her flesh with each step.
A second trackerjacker stabbed her in the arm, and then a third. She cursed under her breath and picked up her pace, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, brows drawing down in agony.
She had already known it was likely the trackerjackers would turn on her if she were to set them on her opponents. It was the best plan she could come up with. She had known their venom would cause her to hallucinate. She just hadn’t planned on there being arrows lodged into her leg at the same time. And despite having days to think about what her plan would be if she were to get stung and start hallucinating, she hadn’t managed to come up with anything better than fleeing to safety and praying she didn’t run into anyone.
The greens of the forest grew more vivid, the first sign that the hallucinations were kicking in. She would have thought it looked beautiful if she wasn’t in so much danger. She glanced over her shoulder to find that none of her attackers were pursuing her. That was something at least.
She slowed down and leaned against a rock for a moment. She couldn’t keep walking with long arrow shafts dangling from her leg, slowing her down. And God forbid what would happen if she were to fall onto her back. Before the hallucinations got worse, she needed to snap the end of the arrows off.
With a deep, strained breath, she took hold of the first one and snapped it in half. The force reverberated through her leg and she bit her lip to keep from making too much noise.
Fractals and strange blobs started to fill her vision as she took hold of the second arrow. She didn’t think she could handle anymore pain but it was necessary.
She took a few more deep breaths to steady her shaking hands. This snap was clumsier than the last, driving the arrowhead deeper. She wasn’t able to stop the cry that left her lips this time.
The world started to turn and twist around her. Hallucinations mixed with an overwhelming amount of pain was not a fun combination. Blood gushed in great waterfalls down her legs and she prayed she didn’t pass out from blood loss.
Part of her wanted to give up but she steeled herself. Pushing away from the rock, she stumbled onwards. She needed to put a bit more distance between herself and the group that had ambushed her, if any of them had survived the swarm of trackerjackers.
Voices murmured in the distance behind her. She kept whipping her head behind herself and kept finding nothing. There was no way of knowing whether it was real or imagined. She quickened her pace regardless. One benefit of the trackerjacker poison was that the pain in her leg was starting to give way, she could hardly feel her body anymore, it was almost as if she was floating.
But then the voices sounded like they were coming from in front of her. She paused. No, they were coming from all around her, she was surrounded. She held a knife out in defence.
The voices turned to laughter. Then someone touched her shoulder. She spun around to find nothing but the air. Fuck. She was so vulnerable like this, not being able to discern reality.
Her vision grew blurry at the edges and she tried to blink it away to no avail. She spun slowly in a circle, not wanting to take the chance that the laughter wasn’t a hallucination. Somehow everything seemed to slow, moving at half the speed it should, the leaves leaving trails of motion as she spun. Then everything suddenly changed into 2x speed as the trees zoomed past her and she lost balance, her feet falling out from under her.
Strong hands caught her, keeping her from hitting the ground. Those hands were most certainly real.
She screamed and thrashed but the hands kept a firm grip on her, caging her in close to her attacker’s body.
“Keep your voice down.” A male voice instructed.
At the mercy of this man, she was almost certainly dead. All that she could do now was alert others of the location of this man and doom him too. And so she screamed again.
“Hijo de puta.” He muttered under his breath and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Her eyes shot open wide. This was it. She was about to be murdered. Panic drowned her brain but she had the sense to at least try to pull his hands away from her. That’s when she remembered she was holding a knife. The venom was making her body feel weird - liquidy -; she could hardly tell where her body ended and his began. But she gave it her best shot, wildly driving the knife behind herself.
When the hands loosened from her and he exclaimed, “Mierda”, she knew she’d done the trick.
She staggered forwards on her gelatinous legs but a hand clutched her wrist. She whirled around to face him and her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was. It was the man who had attacked those district 9 kids, he was back to finish the job.
She tried to twist her hand to stab him in the wrist but he squeezed hard and she dropped the knife to the forest floor.
Her body shook hard in tandem with her racing heart. He was among the list of contestants she was most afraid of.
“If you could just calm down for un momento, I am trying to help you.”
Help her? Why would anyone want to help her? This was a trick.
She tried to pry his hand off her, digging her feet into the dirt as she pulled.
He sighed and easily grabbed her other wrist. She gasped and knew she was well and truly helpless.
He caught sight of her dilated pupils; he had been fairly certain that she was hallucinating when he’d found her spinning around in a circle for a good few minutes but getting a good look at her confirmed his suspicions.
“You’re hallucinating, my friend, and you’re badly injured. Stop fighting and let me help you.”
He called her his friend? This had to be a trap. Her worst fear had been dying but when humans were trapped in an arena together with no laws, she started to realise worse things could happen to her than death.
The edges of her vision went from blurry to dark, leaving nothing but Luis’ face. She could physically feel the poison gripping her harder, shuddering through her veins. It was scrambling her thoughts. For a moment, she forgot her situation, she forgot her fear. Her mouth hung slightly agape as she stared at the man in front of her. She marvelled at how beautiful his face was, how strong his body was. Her thoughts snapped back to reality when she remembered strong equals dangerous.
Her legs spurred back into action, trying to push away from him, trying to kick at his legs. But her legs gave out from under her. His strong arms kept her upright.
“Dios mios.” He exclaimed at her unrelenting fight. “I am not your enemy, conejita.”
Coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to trust him, he would have to change his tactics. Now that she’d repeatedly alerted others of their location, they couldn’t waste another second.
“I am sorry about this.” He said as he gently let her drop to the floor.
With deft fingers, he ripped some fabric from his shirt and tied it around her mouth just as she was about to let out another scream.
“I am very, very sorry.” He said again, guilt pooling in his abdomen.
With a grunt, he lifted her up and threw her around his shoulders so the side of her body was pressed against his neck, her head was dangling over one shoulder and her legs were dangling over the other. He wrapped his hand around the back of her legs, careful to avoid the arrow heads, and clasped her wrists in the other. He trudged as quickly as he could back to his cave, praying he was fast enough to evade any pursuers.
The trackerjacker poison made her limbs absolutely useless. She was helpless prey. But all the while, she let out muffled screams, it was all she could muster and she wasn’t ready to give up, even as her heavy eyelids started to droop and everything went dark.
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a cave floor with a handsome stranger kneeling in front of her. She stared at him blankly, unable to piece together what was going on.
“I’m sorry I had to carry you here. But I promise I’m here to help you. Run if you want but I have this.” He held up his medical supplies. “And I intend on patching you up.”
She looked down at the arrowheads jutting out of her leg. Her eyebrows pulled down. How did that happen? And why couldn’t she feel a thing?
“Just don’t scream, okay? For the love of God, I’m fairly fond of this hideout.”
His hand seemed to glide through the air in slow motion as he reached to pull the gag off her mouth. She hadn’t even realised it was there.
When she made no attempt to scream, he sighed with relief.
“Okay, excelente.”
Her bleary eyes focused on his face. God, he was absolutely beautiful. Misty grey eyes, a strong nose, sharp cheekbones and perfect stubble. She wanted to reach out and stroke his face.
“I’m going to take these out of your legs now, okay? It’s going to hurt like hell but I need you to be quiet for me, do you think you can do that?”
She didn’t reply. His words were meaningless, she was fully entranced by his murky, almond-shaped eyes.
He waved a hand in front of her face.
“Huh?” She asked.
“Listen carefully, conejita, you are injured. I am going to help you. It will hurt but you will be able to take it. I just need you to make as little noise as possible, okay?”
“I’m injured?” She drawled.
“Si, mi amiga.”
He could facepalm but admittedly, there was something cute about her delirium, or at least it was much more preferable to when she was trying to stab him.
“Can you hold my hand?”
“Si.”
She gripped his warm hand as he gripped the first arrowhead and started to drag it out. A strange sensation rippled through her body. It wasn’t painful perse, just deeply uncomfortable.
“You’re doing so well.” He praised, his words causing something strange to flutter in her abdomen.
The second arrow was a breeze now she knew what to expect. Her eyelids grew heavy again. She barely felt a thing as he disinfected the wounds and wrapped a bandage around them.
He lightly slapped her leg when he was done. “You’re all patched up now. You can rest here tonight, sleep the poison off.”
She’d been poisoned? But she felt fine, euphoric even.
“Whatever you say, handsome.” She giggled.
That comment caught him off guard and he blamed her words on the poison. He just shook his head and laughed it off.
She watched with excitement as he removed his jacket and was disappointed when he simply rolled it up and placed it underneath her head as a pillow.
“Sleep well, conejita.”
His words gave her permission to let go, and she fell into the black nothingness of exhaustion.
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Okay so I have written 5k of the Luis x Reader Hunger Games series (and I'm only like halfway/a quarter of the way through the plot that I have in mind) but before I go any further with the writing and editing, I wanna put the first 1k words to see if people actually like it. So here you go. Plz lmk what you think and if you want more :3
Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader
Summary: Luis is determined to survive the hunger games, which means he cannot allow himself to have a single weakness. And he had none. That was until he laid eyes on you.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: graphic depiction of violence (canon typical for Resident Evil 4 and also The Hunger Games). The violence is committed against you. Canon typical murder of children.
A/N: I re-watched the Hunger Games like a year ago and haven't seen it again since. I'm not going to follow the Hunger Games lore as if it were law. Because A) I don't want to and B) I can't remember it. Please don't come for me. Or do and I'll edit it.
Part One - Part Two
Throughout the whole ordeal - the training, the social events, the interviews - Luis kept his head down and didn’t speak a word to anyone. He didn’t want to think about his chances of getting out of here alive. And he certainly didn’t want to think about how he would have to murder all 23 other contestants if he wanted to live. He’d committed enough atrocities by creating la plagas. A part of him thought this was karma; he deserved to die after what he had done. And yet, when faced with the very real likelihood of death, he realised that he was much more selfish and cowardly than he’d originally thought. He realised that he wanted to live.
He chose not to think about it. He didn’t want to face his ugly instinct to survive and what he would have to do if he wanted to return home. Which is why he didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone else. He didn’t want to humanise his opponents.
But he had eyes and he had ears. No matter how much denied and ignored the situation, numerous pieces of information still infiltrated his brain. For instance, he noticed that Y/N was the weakest opponent. She was the smallest, she was the weakest and she didn’t even seem to possess one single skill that would be helpful in the arena. For as much as he tried to uproot it, a seed of sympathy had planted itself in his heart. None of this was fair. People like her should not be pitted against… well, people like him.
He certainly wasn’t the strongest here but he was far from the weakest. He was decently tall, decently strong. He knew he had a great aim and that he was exceptionally bright. And after fighting the Los Illuminados, he thought he had a pretty good grasp on the act of survival.
There was one final banquet where all the contestants dined together. He couldn’t handle it. Everyone was so fake, trying to make pleasant conversation when they knew a blood bath loomed on the horizon. He scoffed up his food and chose to take a walk instead.
The cool air hit his face and he sighed with relief. The peace was short lived; his ears attuned to a nearby sound of crying. His feet trod silently along the gravel, following the sound until he spied the source. Someone was curled up behind a hedgerow, letting out helpless sobs. It was Y/N.
His feet continued along the path. He buried the sympathy, he buried the shame. Those weren’t emotions he was capable of possessing anymore.
So why then was he haunted by her face when he was trying to get to sleep that night?
He recalled being forced to watch the footage of the other contestants getting reaped, and the way all of the colour drained from Y/N’s face when her name was called. He recalled seeing her taking great gulping breaths before the live interviews, each one shorter than the last like she was forgetting how to breathe.
He groaned and wiped a hand across his face. She should not be here. She should not be fated to a certain and brutal execution. But more importantly, he should not be thinking about this. He had to focus on himself. It was the only way to win.
That’s exactly what he did. As he stood in the arena, facing his contestants in a circle, he thought only of saving his own skin. This was it. The games were about to commence. His heart drilled against his chest. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, he had learnt to hone it, to sharpen his senses while forgoing any mindless panic.
The contestants eyed each other up, trying to unnerve the other. Luis simply didn’t look. He focused on the cornucopia straight ahead. He knew he’d be able to run fast enough and he would be much better off if he could claim a weapon.
So as the countdown hit zero, he legged it, shoulder barging others out of the way. A solid iron pipe caught his eye. It would keep his attackers at arms length and it would be skilled at wielding it. He snatched it and ran, holding it poised against his shoulder in a way that made others afraid to take their chances with him.
He dived into the thick of the forest, picking a random direction and sprinting as fast as he could. No thoughts entered his mind besides the command to keep on running until he couldn’t run anymore.
Laughter cut through the tree trunks a few feet ahead, followed by high pitched shrieks. His feet dug into the mud as he went to veer around the source of the noise. But through the leaves, he spotted Y/N. She was crawling through the leaves on her hands and knees but two kids from district 9 dragged her back into the clearing; two cats toying with their prey. 5 minutes into the games and these kids were already focused on sadism rather than survival.
The district 9 boy easily flipped her onto her back and straddled her, ending her ability to struggle. His fist raised in the air and pounded her face.
Adrenaline shot up Luis’ spine. He wasn’t even aware that he was emerging through the brush. Nor that his arms had sparked to life and were lifting the pipe over his head. It was an automatic, emotionless act, he told himself as he swung.
A sickening crack echoed throughout the trees as the boy’s skull snapped open. Rivers of blood ran down the back of his head.
The district 9 girl screamed - raw with grief - and took off running in the opposite direction.
The boy fell to one side, half on top of Y/N. She propelled her legs, trying to scrabble away from the weight trapping her. Luis was reminded of a bunny caught in a fist.
Horror flashed in her eyes when she caught him watching her. Blood had sprayed across his cheek, painting him as a killer. It gave her the fuel she needed; one more kick and she was free. She scurried away, kicking up fallen leaves and very nearly tripping over her own feet.
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He dreamt of her that night. He dreamt that he was a ghostly spectator, floating around the clearing as the district 9 kids took it in turns to beat her. They didn’t let up. His heart tore itself to sheds to hear her cries as her face was marred with deep black bruises. There was nothing left of his heart when her cries turned to silent defeat. She wasn’t going to get out of this. And no one was coming to help her.
Their punches didn’t let up even as her face turned into an unrecognisable pulp.
“Stop!” He wanted to call out but had no voice.
He wanted to break their hands, claw out their eyes. But he could not act.
Would anyone be interested if I wrote a Luis x Reader fic set in The Hunger Games?
I mean I'm already 4k words in but it's entirely self-serving. I just don't know if I should edit it and post it.
Luis is determined to keep his head down and get through the games with cold apathy. The Reader is one of the weakest and most unskilled of competitors (lol, sorry). Will her helplessness stir something in Luis that makes him risk his own chances of survival???
Summary: Getting high with Luis somehow divulges into you getting tied up and fucked hard 😩🍃
Word count: 2k
Warnings: drugz, unprotected sex (don't do that irl plz n thank you)
Contains: shibari/bondage, electric wand, orgasm denial (you get to cum in the end dw), edging i guess, piv smut, getting fucked from behind, dom/sub dynamic, strength kink?, cheeky bit of praise kink
A/N: I deeply apologise for how bad the title is asdfsgdgfd
Luis’ fingers brushed against your bare skin as he wrapped the rope tightly around your limbs. He worked painfully slowly, methodically ensuring the rope was positioned perfectly, pulling your hands taught behind your back. Of course he was an expert in shibari, of course he was. This man was fucking perfect and he was going to be the death of you. The rope was tied around your shoulders, snaking around your upper arms, tying together just below your elbows and around your wrists. The rough cords were so beautifully tight. There was something so fucking hot about being bare naked while he tied you up fully clothed.
When he pulled away, you struggled against the restraints to test if there was any give. There was none. God, to be so entirely powerless against him sent a pool of wetness between your legs. Well, in honesty, you were entirely powerless to him anyway, being much smaller and weaker than him, but the ropes made it impossible to even fight back. You were all his for the taking.
He chuckled upon seeing you struggle. “You’re not getting out of that, mi princessa.”
You were mentally screaming at how hot it was when he dominated you. Smoking weed with Luis was a dangerous game. One minute you were watching Netflix with him on the sofa, sharing a joint. The next, you were sitting on his lap, playing with the chest hair that peaked out of his shirt, practically melting into the warmth of his body. The combination of weed and Luis made you so damn submissive. The next thing you know, you’re being carried to the bedroom and placed on your knees.
Luis re-positions your legs so he can tie your shins to your thighs in long spiralling cords. The feeling of slowly being restrained while high af was absolutely blissful. With each passing second, your freedom of movement was being taken away from you. With each second, you got to revel in the feeling of rope passing over your sensitive skin, and the occasional graze of Luis’ soft digits.
Once both of your legs were secured, he pulled away and admired his handiwork. “There’s definitely no getting out of that one.”
You moved your legs to double check but he wasn’t wrong. Adrenaline pooled in your stomach at the thought of being entirely powerless. It was such a thrill to be at the mercy of your boyfriend, who you trusted entirely.
Luis picked the remnants of the joint up from the bedside table and lit it. Leaning against the wall, he blew out the smoke before taking another puff. You felt like you could drool at how handsome he was.
He strode over to you, dripping with confidence, and crouched down. He took your face in his hands and placed his mouth against yours as he blew smoke down your throat.
“Inhale.” He commanded, his beautiful face pulling back mere inches away from your own.
Absolutely giddy, you did as you were told and gently blew it back in his face.
“Good girl.” He praised.
If you weren’t restrained, you were certain you would have melted into a puddle on the floor. His husky voice paired with his Spanish accent was murderous.
He inhaled once more and again, pressed his lips against your own to get you even more high. This time, he lingered, devouring your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were a moaning mess and you tried to push your lips harder against his own, needing more of him.
His hand made a fist in your hair and you whimpered pathetically, earning a chuckle that made you shiver.
He pulled away and you were left feeling desperate for his body heat to return. You watched with bated breath as he delved into your box of sex toys and pulled out a wand vibrator. For as much as you enjoyed that toy, you were so desperate for his cock.
“Luis, please fuck me. Please, I don’t need any prep.”
You were already so wet that you were worried you were making a stain on the floor.
“You need to learn a lesson in patience, mi corazón .” He retorted, evil glinting in his eyes.
You bit back a whine as he pressed the vibrator on and ghosted it against your clit. Sparks erupted in your body and you bucked your hips up as much as your restraints would allow. Luis swiftly impeded you by placing his spare hand on your thigh.
He’d barely even started and it was already tortuous. The vibrations were so slow and gentle and you needed so so much more.
“Oh god, Luis, please.” You begged.
“All in good time.” He replied, lifting the wand away so it was barely touching you then placing it back again.
You were so giddy, not just from the weed, but with how goddamn needy this was making you. You could barely think straight, all you knew was you needed more.
“Please, please.” You continued to beg, each repetition of the word growing more strained.
He continued to place it against you before pulling away and then replacing it again. Somehow, the feather light touches were managing to get you close. So you tried to relax into it, trusting that Luis would give you what you wanted. The pleasure felt like it was spreading through your whole body, mostly it went to your head, making you dizzy and clouding your thoughts with lust. Your whole attention was honed in on the subdued but electric pleasure that pulsed against your clit.
The blissful feeling of an orgasm was slowly approaching. You tipped your head back and spread your legs as wide as you could move them. You took a deep breath in and a small smile played across your lips, welcoming the approach of it. All of your nerves were on fire as the coil wound in your abdomen, about to be set free.
But then he removed the wand, powering it down with no hope of it returning again.
Your pleasure shattered around you. Your whole world had been concentrated on that orgasm and it was so cruelly snatched from you, leaving you with nothing but a puffy clit and your whole body tingling.
“Luis.” You called his name with raw desperation. You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t allow you to cum. “I’ve been so good, haven’t I been good?”
“Aye, you’ve been so good, mi princessa.” He stroked your hair and you leaned into his touch. “Your reward will come in due time. You will have to wait. You can do that for me, sí?”
Your orgasm dwindled away from you and you were worried about how long exactly you would have to wait to reap your reward. But you nodded obediently.
“Excellent.” He replied, coming behind you and hooking his arms beneath you to lift you up.
You yelped at the suddenness of his actions, the noise quickly muffled when you were placed face down in the sheets. You heard his zipper open and you instantly perked up. Maybe your reward wouldn’t take too long after all.
His hard length pressed against your backside before he guided it to glide between your folds. This man was such a fucking tease. You knew how big his dick was, how it filled you perfectly, and you were so hungry for it. You couldn’t buck your hips into him from this position. You couldn’t even beg without your words being rendered inaudible by the bed sheets. He just kept on rubbing himself up and down your slit, bringing you to the brink of insanity.
Just when you thought you would genuinely lose your mind, he pushed all the way in. A breathy moan escaped your mouth. His large size made you deliciously full even though he wasn’t able to enter you fully in this position.
He started off slowly, entering you as far as he could and then pulling all of the way out again. Your body shook with how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every bulging vein on his dick as it filled you up and left you empty again. You could kill him. He knew exactly what to do to push you to your limit, to make you intoxicatedly cock starved.
And so he continued at this pace, leaving you a wet and whimpering mess every time he pulled out, leaving your vagina to clench around nothing.
“Does my baby want more?” He cooed.
“Yhmp plemphh.” You mumbled your affirmative into the bed sheets.
“Your wish is my command.”
His hands dug into your hips and effortlessly lifted your lower half off the bed so he had better access to your hole. You never got tired of his strength, of how easily he lifted you like a ragdoll that weighed nothing.
He rammed into you at a brutal pace that had you crying out with every thrust. That man had insane hip strength. He bashed against your cervix each time, causing your whole body to spasm against the restraints.
Your orgasm was hurtling back towards you so fast you were already seeing stars. Your moans didn’t even sound like moans anymore, it seemed more like you were speaking in tongues. His dick curved up into you so perfectly, filling you up and hitting all those spots that sent fireworks shooting through your body. You started to clench around him, alerting him of your nearing release.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to.” He ordered.
“Hnnnnnng???”
He had no idea what you said but from your sharp, whiney pitch, he could tell you weren’t pleased by the demand. Truthfully, you had no idea if it was humanly possible for you to hold off from cumming. The pleasure winding up inside of you felt like it was going to burst at any moment. And the fucker was unrelenting, his thrusts growing even more merciless, slapping into you at a pace that filled the room with the sound of skin on skin and the most unholy squelching noise.
Your moaning grew louder and your nails dug into your palms as you tried to hold your orgasm in.
“Just a bit longer, you’re doing so well for me.”
The praise caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach, sending you even more dangerously close to the edge.
Luis’ breathing was becoming laboured. He let out small throaty moans that somehow carried his accent.
“Oh mierda.” He exclaimed, impossibly speeding up his thrusts even more.
Your mouth hung open as strings of sinful noises were ripped from your throat. You genuinely could not think to save your life. Burning jolts of pleasure wracked through your body every time he slammed into you.
He finally instructed, “Cum for me, princessa.”
His fingers curled bruisingly into your hips as he jackhammered against your g-spot and you didn’t think anything in the world could stop you from cumming now. You practically screamed, every muscle taught and spasming as your orgasm was finally set free. You felt him cum inside of you; long hot cords of white splashed against your walls, sending a full body shiver coursing through you.
With a shuddering sigh, Luis pulled out and staggered over to pepper kisses to the back of your head.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked as he began to un-tie you.
You were silent for a second as you came down from your cock drunk high and could remember how to form sentences again.
Letting out a contended sigh, you replied, “No one has ever even come close to being able to fuck me like how you fuck me.” You stretched your aching arms above your head. “Come cuddle me?”
He chucked the ropes onto the floor and lay on the bed for you to curl up in his arms. He was so pleasantly warm and you felt like a floppy mess as he held you close.
You murmured into his neck, “I love you so much, Luis. Promise me it’ll be like this for the rest of our lives.”
You sat up to look into his charcoal eyes.
There was not a single hint of a lie when he responded, “I promise.”
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A gentle note that I am taking commissions if anyone is interested. No worries if not uwu
Okay so... I have no idea if anyone would be interested but I have decided to open up commissions.
I love writing smut. Pretty much anything is on the table. I love dark themes including noncon, I love most kinks and I love a/o/b. I'm happy to explore dark topics like drug abuse or self harm.
That said, I do also love some tooth rotting fluff and comfort fics.
I mostly write reader fics although I'm happy to write for OCs or fandom character x fandom character.
You can find my master list of my most recent fics here.
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Some characters I write for:
The Darkling (Shadow and Bone)
Kaz Brekker (Shadow and Bone)
Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Luis Serra (Resident Evil)
Billy Russo (The Punisher)
Silco (Arcane)
Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)
Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death)
Muriel (The Arcana)
Julian Devorak (The Arcana)
Tangerine (Bullet Train)
This list is not exhaustive. If you have a fandom/character not mentioned on the list, please feel free to drop me a message with what you want and I'll let you know if I'm able to write that. 😊
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Prices:
£3/$3 = 500 words
£5/$5 = 1k words
£10/$10 = 3k words
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Please feel free to drop me a message with any questions! 💖🥰💖
Headcannon that RE4 Leon is constantly cracking puns to deal with the trauma of RE2 and RE4. You're on a mission with him and things get too much for him and he starts crying but he still can't stop cracking puns. He's like 'I was up all night crying instead of sleeping. It seems I took a weeping pill by accident.' And it's really uncomfortable, you don't know if you should laugh or give him a hug. But one things for certain, you're making sure this boy goes to therapy when you're done with the mission.
I don't know why I find the idea of him cracking puns while severely traumatised so funny. I should also seek therapy
I wanted to make a room in character ai and put every single Ben Barnes character in it to talk to each other, including Ben Barnes himself. Alas the only bots I could find were for The Darkling and Billy Russo.
I thought they would hate each other but they got on so well! Scarily well. Their partnership would be a force to be reckoned with.
There's a severe lack of Reader fics that make use of the scene where Leon is chained to Luis. I'm thinking like Reader is chained to Leon or Luis and they save her from harm and then she's like well you might as well make use of these chains... 😏 (is it rly inappropriate to be horny in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?? but like how can you not be horny when you're chained up to either of those boys).
I also really want a fic where the reader gets high with Luis, which divulges into slow horny smut. I feel like he'd be fucking great to smoke a joint with. Dream blunt rotation material.
I'd also loveee more threesome Luis x Leon x Reader fics hehehehehe.
Feel free to take inspo from this or to ignore my thots entirely. Either way, have a good day anyway! <3
