feral

CW: Subby bottom Kelvin, riding, teasing, overstim, Kelvin cums prematurely, MILF! Reader, mentions of pregnancy

Kelvin wouldn’t know how to handle all that I’m afraid. She’d get so flustered being around you, especially since your body is very well-endowed and she’s a woman on the scrawnier side.

When you ride her, Kelvin sees stars. With your wide hips, larger breasts and gentle nature, Kelvin always cums prematurely as her dick has never felt so good engulfed in your cunt. She cries whenever this happens, fat tears sliding down her face while you coo and caress her hair. “Shh, shh, Don’t cry, Kelvin. Are you hurt?” And Kelvin is whimpering incoherently at that, causing you to bring her face to your chest and smush her there.

Cue Kelvin suckling on your large mammaries while you help her ride out her orgasm. You didn’t even get to cum yet but that’s okay, Kelvin is simply not used to having such a soft, warm pussy wrapped around her and milking her dry. Not like you had to do much though, just the feeling of you sitting on her lap and treating her with such kindness has Kelvin dripping like a faucet. She’s so down bad for the pretty MILF, always getting the tiniest stiffies when she sees you walk by.

you guys ate up the sketch so I hope I'm not too late with this one, also huge thank you to the author of this fic for letting me draw it thank you scardreams!

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pairing: milf!tsaritsa x fem!babysitter!reader

genres: modern!au, fluff, angst, romance, smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: implied age gap (reader is mid to late 20's, ana is mid 30's to early 40's), disassociation, self-isolation, unhealthy work ethic, drinking, drunken "confessions", quite a bit of yearning, death, grief & moving on, making out, nipple play, hair pulling, biting, thigh riding, 69, face riding/fucking, oral sex | read at your discretion

notes: Did I stay up all night after the teaser dropped to write this? Yes. Do I regret it? Not one bit. I saw a beautiful woman that could kill me, what else was I supposed to do? 🧎‍♀️ Anyway, please enjoy the ride of my first Tsaritsa piece! There will be many more to come >:)

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Milf!Tsaritsa who you meet through a referral from Arlecchino. After years of babysitting Lyney and Lynette, she decided to pass your name and number over to her boss. You wake the next day to a formal text, inviting you to dinner that night to get to know you. Her bodyguard escorts her to your table, sitting in a nearby booth afterward. Her eyes are cold, worn by endless work and something far deeper… Her posture and mannerisms are elegant, her tone wistful and calculating. She asked after your experience, and how you could help enrich her son’s life. When your bottle of wine reached its end, her questions became more personal – inquisitive almost, if it weren’t for her flat features.

Milf!Tsaritsa who ends up driving you home. Or rather, she rides with you in the backseat while her driver heads to your address. She stares out of the window, her fingertips gently tapping her knee along to the classical melody filling the car. It was old, something you began to recall the longer it played. Soon you were mimicking her movements, and the smallest smile spread on her face. She gave you a curt farewell, watching from behind frosted glass as her bodyguard walked you to your door.

you have no idea what a soft spot i have for tender pregnant sex anon… and with mavuika wokeksnekwnewi I KNOW SHE‘D BE SO GENTLE WITH YOU, HOLDING AND CARESSING YOUR BABY BELLY AND ALL DAT OH IM SO SICK. also this turned out shorter than expected but i still hope you like it wkrbnwnrdnke

cw: pregnant sex, mavuika is SO soft for her wife ngh, mavuika has a dick here because anon and i said so!

natasha romanoff x fem!reader, college!au, fuckboy athlete!nat

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Velvette x Fem.Reader

Fic Summary: You are one of Velvette’s many models. Yet you catch her eye.

From the moment you stepped on her stage, you knew you were no longer yourself. The glaring lights served to highlight Velvette’s masterfully designed fashion pieces. Not mere outfits but art that would live forever. Afterall, hell meant eternity. The body they were on though… that could easily be replaced.

That was the risk of jumping in a shark tank. Being ripped apart was as likely as drunkenly breaking a heel - which many girls tended to do. Naturally, they became Velvette’s personal pin cushions.

As always, the clicks of your heels were delicate. Your strut made it clear you were anything but - or really that the maker of the art you displayed was anything but. On stage, your body was merely a frame. However, there was none other that was more fit.

That fateful night, your plum pantsuit with frills at the hips, ankles, and wrists, caressed your body. It was as secure as an acrylic nail and ten times as flattering. Your smile, knowing this, admiring your figure in the mirror just moments prior, was radiant. It was the night you transcended. You were a model. You were flesh and blood. You were suddenly more than a walking mannequin.

When you were called into Velvette’s wing the next morning, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped. The careers of hell’s stars come to an end, falling harder than meteors. You certainly hadn’t reached the top, in fact few denizens knew your name despite its memorability. But you hadn’t expected this part of your afterlife to end this abruptly. Warning signs… you must have missed them. How could you be so stupid? You thought on loop waiting in the lobby. Your thoughts hurting you to the point where you couldn’t feel your ass getting numb from waiting on that plastic chair.

Caught in a storm of grief and regretting the dozens of mindless mistakes you made but thought would go under the radar, you didn’t hear the receptionist call your name. She sighed, then shouted it again as if she was cursing.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Maybe if you were a skeleton, you wouldn’t be getting fired. You had been eating for quite a bit. Starving didn’t appeal to you since dying. Why be hangry when you could already complain with ease?

But repenting over the vine of grapes you treated yourself with aside, you were sure meeting Velvette would be your biggest regret.

“She will see you now,” the receptionist coughed into an out of style handkerchief.

When you stood, you placed your palm on your stomach and felt the air you took in cause it to rise. Then you exhaled. Only for your second of grounding to be interrupted by the receptionist, “Don’t keep her waiting! And don’t make me repeat myself a third time!”

“Ok- ok,” You rushed toward the elevator, and clicked the button inside after hesitantly saying, “thank you.”

Muttering indecent words to yourself as the elevator carried you to the head honchos office, you found yourself preparing for a new life once again. Just not the one meant for you.

When the doors opened revealing you to Velvette, you struggled to step out. Nonetheless, you managed to strut. If you could be graceful in front of an overlord, you had half a chance at making it out scarred instead of decapitated.

“Hello, good morning, Ms. Velvette.” Start with respect. Don’t bite the hand that feeds until it goes to hit or starve you. “You wanted to see me.”

Velvette’s smile was razor sharp and forced - not unlike her models’. “Yes, I did.” She walked over, turned her heel to stand beside you, then took your arm, and guided you to a chair. “Sit, gorgeous.” Her touch was surprisingly tender. Delicate like lace.

You sat on the most divine cushion. And she sat across from you at her lavish desk.

Creating a tent with her hands, she propped up her head. “I wanted to have a good look at you.”

“You can look all you want,” you blurted. Too desperate for approval. You shifted in your seat causing Velvette to chuckle. She couldn’t resist. For as much as she found nervousness to be a weakness, she found it endearing. Shockingly so.

“Of course I can.” She marveled. Suddenly, her smile didn’t seem so scary. However, her silence thereafter spun your mind into intolerability.

“Ms. Velvette, why am I here?” Throughout your life, your bosses never appreciated your direct attitude. So the second the question passed your lips, you wanted to sew your mouth shut. Except you kept going, “I love my job. Working for Voxtech has been a dream. If I did something wrong- If I-“

“Hush,” Velvette leaned back in her chair, tossing her feet on the desk. “Just Vel. And for the record, this insecurity of yours has to be canceled.”

You nodded and forced your body to relax. Your hands left your lap and your shoulders fell. Listening to her wouldn’t hurt any and her voice… it was soothing in its emphatic emphasis. Somehow, she felt like an old friend. The kind ready to tell you exactly what you needed to hear.

“Now, tell me,” Velvette pulled her phone out of a hidden pocket in her skirt. She was so ingenuitive. “Which day can you be up here in the mornings. I was thinking once a week to start. I have some big ideas that I need on the perfect canvas.” It didn’t strike you as odd when she asked for your availability, even though with one look at the employee portal she would know every minute she was entitled to. Really, she wanted to know when you were free. Free of obligation. You weren’t thinking, you just hung onto those last two words.

“Perfect?”

“Trust me, love, I know perfection when I see it.” She was the type to say what she meant. That is, when the cameras were off.

You didn’t know what was happening until you stood in her office every Friday morning.

The first day was less nerve wrecking than you anticipated.

“Come in, come in.” She beckoned softly, opposite of her receptionist. Her patience was jarring as she directed you to the platform. Usually shoving her models and positioning them like a three old with her first doll, she curved her hands to hold you.

As you lifted your foot, she took your hand. “I don’t need you to fall,” She debated calling you darling but despite her better judgment decided against it. It wasn’t good for influencers to date fans let alone employees. Then again optics could always be warped. Afterall, she would come to know you best.

“Purple is your color. The darker the better.” It started with your appearance of course.

Then it turned into your interests, “This event has a broadway theme, it was made for you.”

And then it was your habits, “Love, go meditate before that runway. Deep breaths and all that. Those photographers are vicious.”

It wasn’t long until you started learning about her too. Little tidbits here and there but it was always slightly more than her livestreams and posts led on. You felt special. She made sure of it. She even said as much, “You’re gorgeous. Outside and in.”

When you would blush and thank her, returning the compliment with a subtle twist for genuinity’s sake, she would pause. “I mean it.”

“I know, Vel.” You infected her with your smile.

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Velvette x Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: Vox isn’t a fan of how close you and Velvette have become. He tries to convince you to leave her.

Part One

When you woke up sprawled on the black leather seat of the primary VoxTech limousine, you prayed for it to have been the aftermath of another euphorically drunken night with Velvette. 

The remnants of bright blue light quickly confirmed this was not the case. Losing your memory was never fun per se, but you knew just like everyone else in hell that there could be fun reasons to. Unfortunately, when you didn't wake up sore or hung-over, you realized that there was no partying, no liquor, no dancing, and no tangos. 

Pushing yourself upright on the car seat, you faced Vox who was ready to get to business, even if you physically couldn't hear him yet. 

"Well, good morning, dollface." He buzzed and crossed his legs, taking up the whole left corner. His right ankle rested on his left knee so smoothly as if they were connected with magnets. 

As you clutched your head, you felt a chunk of your hair was... fried. Oh, that wouldn't do. Your fingers played with the singed piece of your hair as Vox snapped his fingers right by your nose. If you hadn't known any better, you would've taken his claws and twisted them the opposite way with all the force in your toned body. 

Despite your wasp-like anger, you let him monologue. 

"Before you get too comfortable, you and I have reservations. I hope you brought your appetite. Or whatever you have of one." His deep red eyes examined your frame. "The food at Ring of Flambé is as valuable as six lives, so I don't need any picky shit." 

Get to the point, you thought and grimaced. 

His invasive nature allowed him to peer into your inner monologue- well, actually, he just read your body language. "You have been quite the parasite, you know?" Said the walking computer virus. "So, you and I are going to have a little chat. Lucky for you, I'm a gentleman. Figured a girl like yourself would respond well to a night on the town." The smirk that widened on his screen was so full of attitude, you were surprised that shit didn't literally fly out from his mouth. 

The static in his one eye challenged you to fight with him. Overlords loved that. They reveled in lulling sinners into a false sense of security or tripping them on wires to lead them blind into verbal and physical brawls. For those who had never seen it, it was their sliced bread. For those who had, it was ecstasy. Vox was no different. Not towards a lowly denizen such as yourself, who claimed a whopping zero souls. 

Despite the insults he frequently slung your way, gifting him the satisfaction of a reaction was something you thoroughly trained yourself not to do. 

Naturally, his fidgeting in response coaxed a devious smile out of you. 

Shortly after you agreed, the limousine approached the restaurant in question. As far away from V Tower as he could have possibly chosen, you wondered how long you were unconscious and why Vox would go through the trouble of hitching a ride when teleportation was within his capabilities. 

When he opened the doors for you, you were equally as put off. Seeing the buzzing restaurant did add to your comfort, though. The host, shockingly polite, guided you two to your table which was located in the center of the dining hall.

"Extra water to start, and get my lovely guest a hot water with lemon." Glancing back at you, his arrogant grin disappeared, and he began peering at the menu. Really, he already knew what he wanted. It wasn't his first time at this particular establishment. In fact, it was one of Velvette's personal favorites. A piece of information she had never shared with you and one of very few things she didn't post about. Vox swam in that glee. That reveal was for much later though. 

You followed his mannerisms and scoured the menu. The steaks and French cuisine used to be a rarity for you and your budget. However, Velvette changed that. She changed everything. 

Your tastes landed on a dish that you wouldn't have been able to pronounce during your life. You didn't drop the menu until Vox did though. He could run the show. At least for now. 

"Stop staring at me. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"

"You're a walking TV. You were literally made to be stared at."

"You do have a point there." He bobbed his head, contemplating that idea. God, did he adore attention. Because of that, you knew he was trying to hook you. You decided to bite the line to appease him.

"What did you want to discuss, Vox?" You knew the better word for what he actually wanted was command, but for as much as you hated to admit it, you needed to be in people's good graces - even that of sinners. "I'm all ears." 

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked." He sipped on his glass of water and eyed the waiter delivering your and the lemon slice with it. When the server sauntered off at Vox's wave, he began, "You've been taking up a lot of Velvette's valuable time. And uh- we can't have that." 

Hiding the disgust was impossible, so you didn't bother. You shook it off your face once Vox leaned on the table closer to you. Elbows wrinkling the tablecloth and all. "Velvette is a CEO, she can manage her schedule." When it came to Velvette's work, you knew all too well that time off didn't exist. Simply, her dedication to her platform wouldn't fade away for the next millennium.

"Wouldn't you agree that she doesn't need any distractions though." His enunciations pierced your ears, sometimes pleasantly, sometimes... they made your blood boil as if your feet were against the fiery brimstone. This one in particular nearly made you lunge at him. 

You restrained your animalistic impulses and managed a sweet smile, "I think you would agree, for someone who's always on her phone, she manages to stay on task." This time, you sipped your hot water. 

"Mhm." He leaned backward and pondered, annoyed that you had yet to trip up. The subtle approach wasn't too speedy, so he switched gears. "Alright. Let me put it this way. If you leave Velvette and avoid the tower, I'll keep covering your current salary and then some. An incentive for getting out of my hair."

These implications were wearing your tolerance thin. "I am not leaving Velvette." If he thought you would take a payout to abandon the woman you loved, he was as foolish as the radio segments said. 

For all the threats he could broadcast, he knew that you wouldn't crumble. If you had disappeared, Velvette wouldn't have it. So you picked up the menu and watched as the lingering waiter returned. "Are we eating or what?" 

Vox's screen suddenly had a glare of blinding cyan. He fumbled his words, "I- you- Argh. Fine."

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