barracks bunny

Only for him to spend said weekend cuddled up in bed with you and kyle, half-asleep on pain meds and sleep-aid because he can hardly sleep during the week. In between naps waking up to you offering snacks or kyle scrolling his phone while snuggled in prices chest.

His favorite moments, of course being when he wakes up to you and kyle making out next to him. Or kyle holding his hand while you ride him, both of you pausing when you notice price is awake to give him a kiss and tell him to go bad to bed.

Levi Ackerman x reader smut

Overview: reader can’t finish themselves off on time before having to get to work and a certain captain helps them out

Warnings/contains: dom top Levi, degrading, fingering and the tiniest bit of oral

Reader: gender neutral afab

The day was dragging, you’d woken up ridiculously early with a small problem and thought best to take care of it there and then. Only you hadn’t been able to finish before it was time to actually get up and complete your tasks for the day. Of course, it happened to be one of the busiest days of the week where you were merely given one task after another, only given small breaks where you only had time to eat or grab a drink. When you finally sat down for dinner, you thought you’d be free after that; just get the food down and go back to your room.

“I need you in my office in ten.” The Captains voice interrupted your train of thought, making your stomach drop. Of course it was him, the very cause of the problem you had this morning.

You swallowed and looked up at him from your seat, the disappointment evident on your face. You wanted to complain, protest, tell him you needed to get an early night, anything.

“Yes, Sir.”

Of course you didn’t, you gave him an obedient nod, which would’ve sufficed if it weren’t for the frustrated sigh that accidentally slipped out.

“Something wrong, soldier?” He cocked his head, raising his eyebrows at the small disobedience.

Shit.

“No, just a..long day, sir.” You shook your head and gave him an apologetic look.

“Right. We’ll try and get this done quick so you can rest.” He replied shortly before walking off, leaving you without a chance to speak again.

-

You tapped at the door, waiting with clenched fists for his permission to slip into the room. Your stomach was twisting with nerves and arousal, the mere proximity with Levi being enough to set you off.

“You’re late.” His voice came through the wooden door, the closest thing to a ‘come in’ that you would receive.

You shut the door behind you and offered him a flustered, apologetic look once more.

“Sorry Sir.” You huffed, frustration evident in your tone once more.

“…it’s fine.” He glanced up at you, peering at you through his eyelashes to stare you down, immediately knocking down the annoyance in your voice.

“…sorry.” You mumbled once more, cheeks burning with embarrassment that he had caught your attitude again.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?” He remarked, gesturing for you to sit opposite him at the desk.

You took a seat and hung your head, heat coursing through your body as you stumbled to think of what to say to him.

“..It’s nothing. Just..” You waved your hand dismissively. “..just unfinished business.”

Idiot.

“..What can I help you with?” You looked at him with a nervous but willing look, just wanting whatever this was to be over with before he inspected you any further.

“..right.” He said sternly, eyeing you up and down. “Got a shit ton of paperwork to do, and you’re the lucky one that gets to help me with it.”

Great, that meant you’d be here all evening, sifting through different incident reports or fact checking the orders. You suppressed a disappointed sigh and merely nodded to him, biting your lip to try and conceal a frown that threatened to grow.

“Yeah, I know.” He hummed and slid a stack of papers across to you.

The shared frustration at the situation was enough to make your stomach stir, his comment being as close to a joke as you could possibly get from him. You gave him another nod and took the papers, immediately moving to start picking through them. There was a slight shake to your fingertips, giving away your nerves that seemed to bubble up every time you were near the Captain. He took note of the movement but didn’t comment on it, letting the room fall back into silence, broken only by the sound of papers shifting and pens scribbling.

If it had been anyone else, the evening would most likely be filled with small talk, but of course, Levi wasn’t one for chit chat. He wanted the job done, and quickly, and for once you shared that feeling.

A while had passed and your focus was slipping again, you let out a small tired sigh and looked up at Levi. You took the moment to shamelessly eye him over, focusing in on the way his brows furrowed as he read through the document in his hands. That of course lead to you eyeing over each finger, your head already filling with ways he could use them on you. Heat rushed to your face, just in time for him to look up and give you a stern yet confused expression.

“Is there a problem?” He murmured, his own fatigue from the day evident in his heavy tone.

His eyes wandered, any confusion leaving his face when his gaze landed on your thighs, immediately noticing the way you were squeezing them together.

“..no, sir.” You exhaled, shaking your head as you looked back down at the work in your hands.

“Get back to work, I don’t feel like doing this all night.” He grumbled, shifting in his seat.

You let out an obedient sound as you continued reading, barely able to focus on the words with how your head was spinning. You forced yourself to focus, furrowing your eyebrows as you scanned through the text, picking up a pen as you noticed a few mistakes. The heat slowly dissipated as you put the paper down, your focus returning to the words as you leaned forwards to write a few notes across the page. Then, of course, you wrote the wrong word in the wrong place, making you tut and place the pen down in annoyance.

“What?” Levi’s eyes were on you again, already harsh despite being unaware of your mistake.

“Do you have another copy of this?” You asked in a defeated tone. “..just wrote in the wrong section.”

“Let me have a look.” He huffed.

You went to grab the paper, already moving to pass it over to him, freezing when he stood up from his chair. Your expression furrowed with confusion as he moved around the desk, heart rate picking up again at the close proximity. He placed one hand flat on the desk and leaned over your shoulder, trapping you in his space as he briefly scanned over the document.

“Tch. You had one job.” He said shortly, but if you listened closely enough, you could hear a hint of playfulness in his tone.

You kept your head down, too nervous to look up and face him properly.

“Mm..I’m sorry, Sir.” You muttered. “It won’t happen again.”

He let out a short, amused scoff and tilted his head, eyes piercing into you.

“Of course we have spares.” He hummed in that same tone, watching as your shoulders lost some of the tension they were carrying.

“…right, I’ll redo it.” You nodded, finally looking up as you spoke.

Your breath caught in your throat as you met his eyes, stomach turning with arousal when you fully realised how close he was. His gaze wandered over you, taking in every minor detail of your reaction to him, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.

“Sure there’s nothing bothering you, soldier?” He looked at you expectantly.

He knew, of course he knew. He didn’t check in directly like that, the question was to provoke you, unravel you and dig around to see if you’d really confess. You hesitated, thoughts stumbling over each other to try and find the right words.

“..unfinished business, huh?” He chimed in again. “What was it that’s gotten you so distracted?”

An involuntary shaky breath passed through your lips, making him raise his eyebrows further, your reactions merely confirming his suspicions.

“..nothing, I’ll..I can get this done.” You rambled, glancing at the paperwork in front of you.

“Can you? We haven’t even been working an hour and you’ve already messed up. I think it’d be best for both of us if you dealt with whatever’s bothering you.” Levi continued, inching closer to give you a scrutinising look.

You breathed heavily and nodded, absentmindedly agreeing with him.

“Or do you need me to do it for you?”

You tensed up, your stomach tight with excitement and arousal, the ache between your legs suddenly seeming far more urgent.

“…sir?” You exhaled, blinking at him with a dazed expression. You played confused, wanting him to really confirm what he was suggesting.

“You heard me.” He hummed shortly then tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “..or we can go back to work..you know what that means, don’t you?”

You shook your head, both a protest and an answer.

“It means you’ll spend the next few hours itching to get back to your room, where you’ll spend another evening pretending it’s my hands in place of yours. Isn’t that right?”

Heat rushed to your face and you parted your lips in surprise, wanting to play it off and protest; if only your reaction hadn’t already given him the answer.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir.” Your answer was quick this time, short and obedient.

“Yes what?”

“Yes..that’s right.” You sighed, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“That’s what I thought.” He remarked. “Are you going to ask for my help or are we going back to pretending, soldier?”

Your chest heaved, your head spinning as you blinked at him, needy and speechless.

“…please.” You barely managed to sigh the word, your gaze fleeting.

Levi hummed with amusement and brought his hand to your chin, lightly tilting your head to force you to look at him properly.

“I know you can do better.”

“Please?” You furrowed your eyebrows, putting on a needy expression. “Please, I need this.”

“How badly?”

His words made something flip in your head, making you ridiculously desperate, as if the entire day of waiting came crashing down to you in a split second.

“Fuck…so badly..” You whined. “I’ve been waiting all day..”

He scoffed.

“Unfinished business…Couldn’t finish yourself off in time?” He tutted teasingly.

You let out a whiny sigh and shook your head, admitting defeat.

“..no sir..” You huffed.

“Stand up.” He ordered, finally stepping out of your space.

You did as he asked, feeling weak at the knees as you straightened up.

“On the desk.” Levi only gave you a moment to move before he was pressing you against the furniture.

You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, watching with parted lips as he slotted himself between your legs, forcing your thighs apart with his hips. He leaned into you, putting one hand against the desk as the other suddenly pressed against your clothed crotch. You groaned and attempted to shut your legs, only managing to squeeze his hips. He hummed with amusement, another glint of a smirk passing over his lips.

“Right there? Is that where you want me?” He muttered, looking you up and down expectantly.

“Mmm..” You whined and nodded, trying to keep your hands on the desk.

“Mm, right.” He hummed, pretending to be lost in thought as he pulled his hand away, placing it on the other side of the desk; fully caging you against the furniture.

You bucked your hips, chasing his touch, and sighed desperately. He threw you a short, stern look, which made you straighten up and go quiet once again.

“What were you thinking about?” His voice lowered as he leaned into your neck, hot breath washing over your skin.

“…” You swallowed, breathing deeply to try and compose yourself. “..you.”

“Hm.” He hummed and grabbed your hips, as if rewarding you for telling the truth. “What about me?”

“…fuck.” You turned away, flustered from his interrogation.

“Look at me.”

You returned your gaze to him, feeling small under those piercing blue eyes. You swallowed and nodded, giving him an apologetic look. His hands moved to your thighs, firmly gripping the plump flesh.

“Answer.” He ordered again, dragging you forward on the desk until your crotch was inches away from his.

You could feel the heat from his body, every part of you wanting to glance down at the space between you, but you didn’t dare take your eyes off of his.

“..your hands..your..fuck..” You gasped, cutting yourself off when you felt his semi rubbing up against you.

The friction was enough to coax a small moan from your lips, your eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

“Uh huh?” He tilted his head expectantly.

“…your mouth..” You panted, even your words were making you desperate.

He squeezed your thighs as he shifted his hips again, his cock twitching at the feeling of your clothed heat brushing up against it. He suppressed his own sounds of pleasure, his expression still neutral, almost bored.

“My mouth?” He repeated back to you.

“Mmhm..your thighs” You nodded, head clouding over with dull pleasure and want. “God..anything Levi..”

You muttered it without thinking it through, caught up in thinking about your own daydreams, all the times you’d wished to use his name.

“Watch it.” He exhaled, expression shifting into one of surprise for a brief moment.

The words snapped you out of the dull haze you were in, your breath catching and your eyelids fluttering.

“Sorry, Captain..” You murmured, blinking at him with parted lips.

An amused huff passed through his lips as he glared at you.

“You’re this worked up over nothing.” He tutted as he continued his movements and ducked his head into your neck again.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to suppress needy whines when your crotches made contact again, the weak friction only doubling your need.

“What was I doing?” He hummed before testing the waters; letting his lips brush against the skin of your neck. “..with my mouth, with my hands, hm?”

You inhaled, a weak sound rising from your throat, embarrassment burning into your cheeks. A part of you put up a fight, letting out a dismissive sound to try and hint that you were too flustered to even begin to word your thoughts.

“I’ll stop..” Levi muttered and pulled back, hands slowly inching off of your thighs. “I’ll leave you right here, even worse than before.”

You whined and shook your head, stomach turning with disappointment at the thought of him stopping now.

“Right. That’s what I thought.” He nodded, fingers snaking back up to grasp your thighs again. “Tell me.”

You swallowed and nodded, breath catching when he nipped at your neck. You glanced down at his hand, finding the courage to lightly pass your fingers over his with a shaky breath.

“…want to know what you’d feel like knuckle deep.” You muttered, struggling to meet his gaze as the filth fell from your mouth.

He scoffed, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he glanced at your hand swiping at his.

“I’m sure you do.” Levi remarked, tilting his head expectantly as his fingers moved to your waistband. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a pathetically needy look.

“Please..” You sighed.

He gave you a short hum and pulled away from your neck, getting a clear view of you as he toyed with the button of your trousers.

“Suppose you did ask nicely already.” He eyed you over. “I’d be cruel to keep you waiting, wouldn’t I?”

A hesitant sound rose from your throat, you were unsure how to answer and it only amused him more.

“Relax, I’ll give you what you want.” He scoffed, already beginning to undress you.

You sighed with relief and rambled a needy ‘thank you’, your fingernails digging into the desk with anticipation and want.

“..needy brat.” He muttered, glancing at you with a playful look.

An obedient sound of agreement escaped you, all you could do was mindlessly nod and agree with everything he said, too desperate to challenge him..and he was right.

You lifted your hips as he pulled your trousers down to your thighs, his hand immediately darting back to brush his fingers over your clothed arousal. Your hips bucked and you gasped at the touch, lips parting and eyebrows furrowing.

“Soaked already? I’ve hardly touched you soldier.” He mused, rubbing against you once more for good measure before grasping the waistband of your underwear.

You shuddered, both eager and nervous to strip off in front of him, nerves and excitement mixing in your lower stomach. You shifted your hips forward again, giving him the invitation to drag the fabric down, leaving them bunched up above your knees. Your cheeks flushed, warmth spreading through your body and only intensifying as he dropped down to his knees.

“..captain..” You panted, your voice low and breathy as you met his gaze.

Levi’s eyes were lidded and hungry as he lowered himself, his arms coming forward to yank your clothes a little lower and drag your body a little closer to the edge of the desk.

“Sloppy..” He muttered, eyes shifting from your desperate expression to your dripping cunt.

You opened your mouth to respond, only managing a choked gasp as he leaned in to swipe his tongue over your clit. The grip you had on the furniture intensified, your hands desperate to tug and pull on his hair but remaining firm on the wood.

Every part of Levi itched to tease you more, but his own arousal and the overwhelming urge to taste you prevented him from speaking further, his tongue focusing on coating itself in your slick. His fingers dug into the fat of your thighs as he leaned into you, eyelids fluttering for a moment as he passed his tongue over your entrance. You exhaled, a high pitched pleasured sound that only encouraged his movement. He hummed against you, letting the muscle fuck into you for a few moments before he focused on your clit. He panted before swiping his tongue again and finally sucking at the bundle of nerves. You groaned, hips threatening to shift forward if it weren’t for the firm grip he had on your thighs. It was unintentional when your hand found its way into his hair, your fingers tangling into the dark locks as you panted, desperate for more.

“So needy...” He murmured again, glancing at you but not yet scolding you for touching him.

You lazily nodded and huffed, giving him a pleasured look of defeat which evolved into a look of disappointment when he straightened up. Your hand fell back to the desk and you sighed, earning an amused look from the captain.

“Don’t give me that..told you I’d give you what you want.” He shook his head, you didn’t even have a moment to protest before his hand palmed at you.

The constant on and off pleasure was only making you more worked up, resulting in a pathetic sound of pleasure when his fingers finally met your slick cunt. You sighed, fingers clawing at the table as two fingers slid into you with embarrassing ease. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, eyebrows knitted tightly together with pleasure.

“You’re a mess..” He shook his head at the sight of you.

His free hand moved to your shirt, sliding under the fabric to gently press you down against the desk. You glanced at him as you obeyed, bringing your hands up above your head as you laid against the furniture. Your gaze fell down to his hand on your stomach and then his wrist, the obscure view of his hand slowly working you. The sight alone coaxed another weak moan from your lips, making Levi huff with amusement once more.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” He tilted his head, eyes darting from the pleasured look on your face to his fingers curling in and out of you.

You whined and nodded, turning your head toward the desk in a weak attempt to hide your embarrassment. A genuine chuckle fell from his lips, making you moan, the sound making your stomach flip.

“Pathetic.” He muttered, finding it hard to ignore his own arousal at this point.

Levi’s free hand moved from your stomach, fingertips dancing across your skin as he worked his way down to your clit, his thumb teasingly brushing over the bundle of nerves. He savoured the way you gasped and bucked your hips at the touch, another sound of acknowledgement rising from his chest. You were like putty under his hands, so easy to rile up, so mouldable, ready and willing to give him everything.

“Fuck…” You sighed shakily, bringing an arm over your face to hide your flushed expression.

“Ah-ah.” He tutted, similar to how one would scold a dog. “Eyes on me, soldier.”

A heavy, embarrassed breath passed through your lips, your eyelids fluttering as you pulled your arm away again; cheeks burning as your eyes found his once more. He was a sight for sore eyes, pupils blown, eyes dark with arousal, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“That’s it.” He nodded, his voice raising ever so slightly with approval.

You could merely moan in response, both embarrassment and pleasure making your brain short circuit.

“Mm I know.” He cooed at you, perfectly mocking yet still sweet; the tone making you twitch around him, which of course didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Hm, you like that?”

You lazily nodded, letting out a soft sound of acknowledgment.

“How sweet. Such a filthy little pervert getting off to your superior officer.” Levi continued, one of the rare times that he abused his power.

Another weak hum from you.

“It’s alright, you can take it.” He hummed at you, both reassurance and permission to finish. “Go on..”

It was all too much at once, that voice filling your ears whilst his fingers perfectly curled inside of you, fingertips brushing against that sweet spot every so often, the curve of his thumb stroking your clit in a way that made your hips buck and thighs tremble. You gasped and shook, orgasm hitting you like a wave crashing, your hips rising to meet his touch as breathy moans poured from your lips. Your body went tense, your fingernails digging into your palms as he cruelly, perfectly, kept his pace up, sending ripples of pleasure through your desperate body.

Levi was painfully hard by the time you started to come down, cock straining in his trousers as his eyes fought to take in and memorise every inch of your trembling form. He finally slowed as your breathing changed into a breathy pant, his fingers slowly pulling out from your cunt when you finally stopped twitching around him. His fingers met his lips, his tongue darting out to get a second taste of you, his free hand moving to feel over the hard on that was all too obvious.

Liliya Bogomolova x Reader

Overview: Murkoff decide to trial a new gas in the shuttle room that leaves you feeling a little..pent up. Liliya comes to help :)

Warnings/contains: sub/top reader, dom/bottom Liliya, leg humping, oral (reader giving)

Reader: gender neutral afab

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A click and a hiss, the usual routine in the shuttle but something was different this time. The scent of the gas is different; lighter, sweeter, almost enjoyable if it weren’t for the threat of danger that loomed over you as you approached the resort. You’d dealt with Liliya before, too many times to count, but she still made your stomach churn with nerves…and something familiar that you weren’t willing to acknowledge. You had perfected your loadout, picking the right rigs and medicines to keep you from getting killed the moment you entered the luxurious map that she inhabited.

The hallucinations arrived on queue, still managing to make your chest tighten despite how well you knew the scene. Your breathing quickened as the wavering figure of Liliya drew closer, that all too familiar feeling stirring in your stomach a little more intensely today. You swallowed it, still fighting to keep some sense of normal..if you could even have that in a place like this.

The restraints clicked out of place and you stood up, feeling a rush to your head as you straightened in the shuttle. You gasped and stumbled slightly, bringing your hand to your face as you steadied yourself. Your breathing was still quick, almost hungry, making you furrow your eyebrows; what had they put in the gas? You exhaled heavily and staggered your way to the exit tubes, managing to compose yourself enough to step into the environment. The familiar scent of oak, blood and perfume filled your nose, the usual jingling of jewels and crackling of flames creeping into your ears.

The fresh air helped, if only for a moment, making your head a little clearer as you moved to start a generator; already feeling the cold seep under your skin. You shivered, feeling a strange sense of warmth between your legs, bringing your awareness to a need, a hunger, that was creeping up on you all too quickly. The generator started with a rumble, bringing you out of your feelings and redirecting you to the task at hand. You managed to stay focused enough to get the first key, which you now slotted into the door and abandoned in the snow. You felt driven yet weak as you pushed the doors open, your body once again reminding you of an ache that you so desperately needed soothing. You swallowed it again, forcing yourself to stay composed, if you had gotten this far, you could complete the trial, right?

Your feet carried you across the bar room, dancing around the corpses and ex-pops that lingered in the area. They only froze when you saw her, well the imitation of her. You always took a second to admire her before you started the trial properly; taking advantage of the time to eye up every little detail before the real woman was on your case. The roses on her arms, the patterned tights that rested mid thigh layered over more diamonds and lines which seemed endless. Your eyes wandered, and without thinking your hands followed; fingertips brushing over the thighs, hips and stomach. The ache grew worse, making you exhale shakily as your own thighs clamped together, your focus seeming to grow even hazier by the second. The familiar click of the mannequins movement made you blink, forcing you to pull your hand back out of surprise and confusion; when did you get so carried away?

“…jesus..” You muttered to yourself and walked away, stealing another glance over your shoulder before you left the mannequin to observe the room.

-

You had racked up a total of £130 so far, managing to keep your head on straight and weave your way through the resort without capture thus far. It was slower than usual, every room making you pause and gape at the different poses or positions the mannequins had assumed. It was distracting, confusing, confronting. You had to finally acknowledge your sadistic attraction to the same woman who had been hunting you, the one that had jumped at, clawed at and killed you. You could usually dismiss it, ignore that strange urge that made your eyes linger on the curves of the mannequins for a little too long, but today, something was different. You needed her, needed to grind and bite, suck and grope, just feel every fucking part of that body, even if it ended badly. You could feel it in the way your stomach tightened, the way your hands trembled, eyes wandered and cunt twitched with want.

“Shit.” You whispered, putting your black light down and bringing your hand to rub at your face again. You bit your lip and pressed yourself against a wall, thoughts racing as you fought between staying focused or giving into impulse. The need was all too overwhelming, making your fingers wander down and press against your clothed arousal; coaxing a small sigh of relief from your lips.

The sirens of the gates blared, snapping you out of your internal struggle, forcing you to collect your light again and move into the darkness. You waited, lingering by the door to see if the enemy had followed, feeling a wave of relief when it headed in the opposite direction. You continued onward, the brief danger snapping you out of your daze. You could still feel your body aching, pleading but you had no choice but to ignore it, suppress it.

All until you fell upon a new room, warm, dimly lit and filled with the scent of perfume. You had been through this room countless times, but it was different today. Of course, Liliyas replicas were different every time but she was never posed like this in this specific spot. She was resting on her side atop a table, propped up on her arm; like how she would lay over fellow mannequins in the auction room. Poised; threatening, inviting, terrifying, beautiful. You approached her, your eyes already fixated on her as you circled the table. You swallowed as you shamelessly followed the curves of her ass, the ache between your legs now seeming painful, unavoidable.

You dropped the light again, more carelessly this time, ignoring the clatter as it fell to the ground; your entire focus on the imitation before you. Your hands wandered and grabbed again, brushing against the roses, tracing the patterns and caressing the cool metal of her chest; feeling a sense of disappointment when they lacked the warmth and softness of flesh. Before you could think, you were on the table, legs clambering and straddling over the firm thigh of the mannequin. Your hands found home on the hip and arm of the posed masterpiece, already gripping tight as your own hips seemed to move on their own. Intense ache turned into dull pleasure as you started to grind against it; your eyes shutting and mouth falling open as relief coursed through your body. You were almost clawing at her, almost trying to get this unmoving obstacle to come to life and move with you, pleasure you, serve you like she had promised to so many times. It just wasn’t enough.

You groaned as you straightened up, almost letting out a sound of defeat as you gave into desperation entirely; pulling your clothes off so that you could press your bare cunt against the textured material of the mannequin. You could see the wetness soaking through your garments, could feel the warm slick as your body met the imitations once more. Every line or marking along the thigh was bliss, bumping up against your clit as you bucked your hips against her. Your fingers danced across the body, toying with the chains along her side, the soft jingling sound drawing an involuntary moan from your lips; reminding you that it was her that you wanted. The thought only made you more aroused and disappointed all at once, making your movements quicker and greedier as you chased something you couldn’t have. Every slick thrust accompanied by whispers from the weapon herself.

You were too focused, too busy pathetically grinding and searching for relief and release that you hadn’t noticed the gates releasing a new enemy nearby. The sound had met your ears but hadn’t quite sunk in, leaving you blissfully unaware of the praying mantis that was sneaking her way through to you.

“Be still and the world comes to you.” You heard her before you saw her. Liliyas words filled the air, making your heart race, your eyes widen and your hips still. She wasn’t yet with you, merely muttering as she patrolled the area.

A delusional part of you thought it was a command, before your survival instincts finally kicked in and told you to move. You scrambled to get up, feeling a wave of embarrassment and disappointment as you pulled yourself away from the object of your affection.

Liliya was quick to pick up on the sound, her breathing growing heavy as she silently inched closer to the room. The sight waiting for her made her stomach turn, her usual quick instinct to attack seemingly vanishing as her masked eyes explored the scene.

“Don’t move.” It wasn’t delusion this time, she truly was commanding you to stay.

Your grip on the mannequin tightened once more as the shrill voice drew near, your body almost trembling with both fear and desperation as you locked eyes with the messiah. Your chest tightened, almost every part of you urged you to run or grab your stun that laid nearby, but a small part of you begged you to stay, to see if she would provide.

Liliya straightened ever so slightly, her head tilting as she inched closer and closer, her ragged breathing filling your ears.

“You can rest now.” She almost cooed at you, the reassurance in her tone making you shiver.

Her claws skimmed over the mannequin you were hovering over, the close proximity making your blood rush and stomach turn, both fear and arousal pumping through your veins.

“I am love.” She continued, almost sounding mocking; as if amused or endeared that you were getting yourself off on one of her imitations.

“…fuck..” You muttered softly, both in awe and terrified of being so close to her for such a long time without her attacking.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You belong with me.” Her head tilted up again, and you imagine that her eyes meet yours behind that mask you’ve often admired and dreamt of.

You merely nodded and weakly hummed in response to her, your stomach turning with excitement now that she was reassuring you.

Those claws wandered over her own false form and met your hands, seemingly itching for violence yet remaining gentle and light. She let out a heavy breath at the sight of how you were holding her imposter, her chest rising and falling heavily as the tips of her blades passed over your knuckles.

“Come to me.” She murmured, now grasping your wrist and bringing it to her body.

An involuntary sound of pleasure escaped you as your fingers met her hip, those same textures, just softer, warmer, fabric and flesh instead of firm plastic. Your touch was light and cautious, fingertips merely brushing over the fat of her hips, itching to take more.

“No, with feeling.” She scolded calmly, a line you’d heard all too often in previous trials. You always dreamt of hearing it in this context.

“..let me get closer..” You whispered, and she loosened her grip, allowing you to move.

You slowly moved your legs, moving off of the mannequin and onto the edge of the table. She remained still, her clawed fingers still keeping your hand against her side as she shamelessly slotted herself between your thighs.

“Give all you have.” Another command, another plea to stop being so cautious.

You swallowed and nodded, but you couldn’t meet her gaze. The hand on her hip finally found its place, palms resting against the warmth of her body as your fingers dug into the fat; almost gripping harshly to decipher if she was actually real. You brought your free hand to her other side, letting your eyes follow your movement as you brushed against the chains. Your breathing hitched as your hand paused beneath your breast, heat rushing to your face as you found yourself eyeing over her bare chest. A heavy breath escaped you as you continued, feeling a ridiculous sense of bliss as the warm, soft flesh met your palm. A moan slipped from your lips as you groped at her, your cunt twitching as your thumb brushed over her nipple. Your actions earned heavy, shaky breaths from the weapon, her grip on your wrist growing tighter as she silently urged you to keep going.

“Love makes us one.” She murmured to you, bringing her hand to your jaw.

The tips of the blades lightly pricked at your skin as she tilted your head, forcing you to look at her properly, to truly accept the twisted attraction you had.

“Love your messiah.”

You exhaled, the sound turning into a desperate whine as you nodded to her, not caring about the little pinpricks that would scar your face. One hand continued to caress and squeeze her tits whilst the other briefly toyed with her chains before wandering down to her ass. You leaned toward her, almost wanting to hide against her body as you groped at the fat of her cheek.

“Dreamt of you..” You murmured, earning a seemingly sympathetic coo from Liliya.

“I know you.” She replied, as if admitting that she was well aware that she had worked her way into your head, and released her grip.

The claws wandered to the back of your head, sending chills down your spine as she pressed you against her chest. You gazed up at her as she pulled you in, almost submitting to her as you licked over her breast. You tested the waters and took her nipple between your finger and thumb, gently pinching and pulling at the bud as your tongue flicked over the other; uncaring about the metallic paint that seeped into your mouth.

“Like that..yes..” Her voice began to raise in volume and pitch, growing closer to the usual shrill exclamations you heard during chase.

“Yeah?” You muttered, licking over her once more before taking her into your mouth.

Another loud breath escaped Liliya, making both your confidence and desperation grow. You moaned against her, shamelessly caressing and fondling her body, beyond ecstatic that you had the opportunity to finally indulge in something you had dreamt of and tried to suppress. Your hand roamed forward, caressing her thigh before meeting her crotch, your fingers pressing against her hungrily.

“Please..” You muttered against her chest, your hand roaming up over the zip of her suit now.

“Embrace me.” Liliya replied, still cryptic but enough to give you the go ahead.

You had to stop your hands from trembling as you unzipped the fabric, your breathing growing heavier as pale, unpainted skin was slowly revealed. The clothes slid down enough to give you access to the place you wanted most. You sighed with relief as your fingers moved to palm against her, your stomach growing tight as you felt the wet heat against your skin. Liliya gasped and panted, her grip on your neck growing tighter, the tips of her claws digging in just enough to make you wince. You brought your hand forward, going back to groping and sucking at her tits as your fingers rubbed against her clit.

Every second seemed to make you worse, every little sound from her sending a new wave of desire through your body. You groaned against her and pulled back, grabbing her hips and lifting her with ease, quickly swapping the positions you were in. You were quick to drop down to your knees, barely noticing the surprised reaction from the prime asset; too far gone to realise just how confident your actions had been. You nestled between her thighs, hooking her legs over your shoulders as you inched closer to her again. You wrapped one arm around her leg, gently holding her in place as your free hand moved to palm against your aching cunt. You groaned against the supple skin of her thighs as dull pleasure spread through your lower body, only snapping out of it when you felt the familiar pricks of blades against your scalp.

“Mm of course..” You muttered, apologetic before she could even scold you for getting distracted.

Liliya exhaled heavily, the sound dragging into a soft growl as your tongue swiped over her folds, the taste of her arousal filling your mouth. You shivered and gripped at her thigh, already drunk from the slightest hint of her cunt. Your tongue dove in again, repeatedly licking over her before you pressed closer, wrapping your lips around her clit; earning a raspy whimper from the weapon. You moaned and sucked, your eyes fluttering shut as you indulged in the delicacy of your messiahs body. It didn’t take long for you to get immersed in her, practically making out with her pussy as your hips mindlessly bucked against your own hand, desperate to fuck into her even if you couldn’t. You sucked and licked against her, unable to think of anything as her scent and taste overwhelmed your body, her voice filling your head to capacity.

“Deeper..” She purred at you, making you pull away just enough to loosen your grip from her thigh.

You slid your fingers onto your clit and over her entrance, panting as you listened to the combined pleasure from your bodies. One hand worked over yourself, rubbing thoughtless circles over the nerves as you guided your way into Liliya’s cunt. You moaned and leaned back in, sucking at her again as your fingers arched and pumped, accompanied by a slick sound that only made you more desperate. She forced you closer, both pressing your head into the curls decorating her lower stomach, and bucking her hips into your touch. You were surrounded in her scent, her warmth, her love. You forced your eyes open and stole a glimpse at her, memorising the way her chest rose and fell as rasps of pleasure fell from her concealed lips. Encouraged by the sight, you picked up the pace, focusing on curling your fingers to press up against that sweet spot; feeling a sense of pride as she tightened around you.

“Yes, please more!” Her voice picked up again, fuelling your need to pleasure her.

You repeated the motion and licked over her clit, giving her a moment before diving in again, moaning around her as her hips twitched towards your mouth. Her arousal was spread across your mouth, your fingers, dripping down the digits as she clenched around you. Those delicate claws pressed down harsher, making you wince and buck your hips, sadistic pleasure overriding the pain. Ragged breaths turned into moans, and then cries of pleasure as she fell apart. You didn’t dare move, merely watched in awe as your mouth stayed latched to her clit, fingers buried deep inside of her where she tightened and clamped. Her body twitched and shivered as she came, making her thighs squeeze around your head; earning another contented moan from her little worshipper. You felt her gradually go still, her grip on you finally loosening as her breathing quietened.

“Still.” She commanded, breathy and content.

You did as she asked, pulling away and blinking up at her as you licked the remains of her orgasm from your fingers.

“Sinner.” She mused, making you pant and nod; both amused and flustered by her degrading words, however short they were.

You felt weak, desperate for your own release now that you had served your purpose. You nudged into her inner thigh, your hand moving back to grip at the flesh as you continued rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She slotted her leg between your thighs, making you pull your hand back and grip at her calf. You sighed with relief as you began to grind against her ankle, uncaring that you looked like a pathetic mutt humping her leg.

“I’ll take care of you.” She cooed, running her claws through your hair more gently now, the tips of the blades sending shivers down your spine.

You moaned and nodded in response to her, muttering a word of agreement against her thigh. You adjusted your hips and moved your free hand to join the other, practically wrapping yourself around her leg as you bucked your hips against her. Your head was spinning, every thought overwhelmed by the way she peered down at you, the feeling of her hand caressing your head, the warmth of her body underneath your bucking hips. Your stomach grew tight with pleasure, making you whine and press your head into her thigh. You fell apart with a series of pleasured breaths, sounding relieved and embarrassed as you continued to grind against her. Your hips stuttered and your grip tightened, coaxing a sound that seemed similar to amusement from the prime asset. The embarrassment only fuelled the pleasure that coursed through you, making shameless moans slip from your lips and fall flat against the smooth skin of her leg.

“Beloved of God..” Liliya purred, as if rewarding you for finishing.

You weakly nodded, slowly stilling against her and loosening your grip, only to rest and catch your breath.

“Thank you..” You muttered without thinking, too blissed out to think of anything but her and how lucky you were.

cw: mild power dynamics, eruri, cuckolding/voyeurism, size difference, no prep, no condom, creampie, slight pain, hint of objectification/dehumanisation, praise, gn!reader

Imagine being the commanders personal little assistant. always at his every whim and wish, knowing what he wants before he even says it and making sure the man gets it, after all one of humanities smartest and strongest soldiers shouldn't have to think of these things himself, especially not when the weight of the world is already resting on his shoulders. coming into his office with a little tray, carrying two cups of tea and a bit of bread because you know he hasnt eaten since Levi had put the mountain of paperwork on his desk. he glances up when you offer him the tray, a quiet, relieved sigh escaping his lips while grabbing one of the mugs and a bite to eat, letting you turn around to the captain sat in the armchair in the corner.

King!Nikolai walking Trophy of War! Captain Price back to his kingdom tied to his horse. Not speaking to or acknowledging the man except to make sure he gets something to drink. Forced to sip from Nikolai's own water skin, held in Nik's hands.

And despite all his intentions, Price can't resist, his throat is dry and the heat makes his head spin. When he's forced to look up at Nik, Nik's fingers almost gently holding his chin, he's blinded by the sun, Nik haloed in radiance.