୨୧ els

— DEFINITELY a service top. no doubt. she’ll do whatever you want, you don’t even need to touch her for her to be cumming in her pants. but if you ever wanna top, she’ll be your loud, whiny angel <3

— speaking of cum, she cums LOADS. like enough to paint your stomach white. how does it taste? well, it’s far from bad to say the least, a little bit on the sweeter side

— she’s not a woman of many words, but god is she vocal during sex. like full on moaning, and grunting the filthiest shit right into your ear while you’re riding her, your front pressed against hers while she thrusts up into you like there’s no tomorrow

— GOD i can go on about her fingers all day. like hello?? my girl works on machines and mechanics all day for YEARS. she can reach every single nook and cranny of your sobbing cunt with her skillful fingers

— pretty sucky at aftercare, since she hasn’t had any experience with relationships after being in a deserted lab place (?) for over a decade. so you’ll have to teach her things along the way! but don’t worry, she’ll get it soon enough (for now, she just settles on cuddling up to you after a steamy night)

— that being said, being very very inexperienced in anything relationship wise leaves in room for corruption…

— ALSO her rank up art thing??? bondage?? being restricted?? hello??? are you guys seeing my vision rn…OK HEAR ME OUT-

“Do you like this, Pretty girl?” You questioned, voice breathy as you whispered into her ear. Vanilla could only groan in response, as drool dribbling messily down her chin. Having her arms restricted, while you stroked her eager, leaky cock, each pump of your hand painfully slow to her dismay. “Faster,” She choked out, you’d been teasing her for the past hour or so, and she really couldn’t take it anymore, she needed release, bad. She feels like she’ll definitely break if this goes on any longer. “Please, please, please, let me cum…just this once..” She pleaded, so sinful, so beautiful, you really couldn’t say no at this point…not when she was begging to be ruined by you. “Oh, i’ll make you cum alright.” You murmured, before your movements on her pretty cock grew faster. You’ll make her cum, and you won’t stop until she’s shooting blanks. <3

“Oh my, such bold accusations.” You smirked, smug, and cocky, all the while staring down at the sight before you. The usually stoic, Rahu reduced to nothing more than a flustered mess, your lipstick marks stamped across the skin of her neck, down to her collarbone and chest. “Don’t think i can’t see the way you keep gawking at me.” You started, and Rahu’s grip on your waist tightened, you felt every single twitch, and movement of her fingers. “But for the longest time, i’ve wondered what was going through your head when you look at me. Was it hatred, anger, disgust?” You slowly leaned forward, coming face to face with the sinner, trailing a finger down her chest, down her torso, all the way until you reached her bandaged abdomen, before pressing down lightly but firmly, earning a low hiss from the sinner.

“But now i know…all along, it was lust.” You let out an airy laugh, to which Rahu glared daggers at you, the feeling of your finger trailing down her body sent multiple shivers down her spine. “You just love running your mouth, don’t you?” Rahu sneered, hate and desire burning up inside her, deep in her core. Your expression twisted into one of mock disappointment, your eyes narrowed at her, yet the shit eating grin on your face gave away the amusement you felt. Rahu flinched slightly when she felt your hand running through her hair, gaze locked on her eyes, and her awfully cute sharp glare. “Dirty mutt.” You scoffed, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, which earned a sharp gasp from her. “Didn’t your last owner train you better? guess not. No worries, i can always straighten you out—”

Your sentence was cut short by a stinging sensation , followed by silence, a deathly silence, only being broken by a sharp hiss. “Don’t you dare mention her. Not with your filthy mouth.” The hand that left your waist and struck you, now has a firm, almost painful grip on your wrist. When you finally recovered from the strike, whipping your head back to stare at her, piercing silver eyes glaring back, the same ferocity, and hostility as when you first met her in that glare. Your grip on her hair tightened, and a mocking laugh left your throat. “You actually have the nerve to hit someone from Paradeisos?” You hummed, amusement written all over your features, you couldn’t help another small laugh as you let go of her hair, instead bringing your hand over to wrap around the pale column of her neck, much to her dismay, before pushing her down on the hospital bed by the throat, with enough force to make the sinner let out a choked grunt as her body hit the mattress beneath.

Rahu’s whole body tensed, including her ever tightening grip on your waist and wrist, before she managed to straighten her expression. “My apologies, it was a nervous reflex.” She said sarcastically, to your amusement, but that soon turned to surprise as you felt her hand that was rested so firmly on your waist moving to slip up your shirt. “Hm, you seem quite eager, despite the fact you seemed very upset a moment ago.” You teased, making a mental note not to bring up her previous commander again in the near future, before your grip on her neck tightened, just the tiniest bit. Rahu ignored your comment, focusing on feeling the soft skin underneath her calloused, and scarred hand. The sinner’s hand would eventually brush her hand underneath your bra and knead the tender flesh, causing you to inhale a sharp breath. “You’ve been waiting for this, weren’t you?” You laughed, mocking, despite the growing heat in your core.

Rahu groaned through her mask, deep and husky. “You talk too much in all honesty.” She commented, to which you wanted to snap back with a witty comeback, but the feeling of her fingers brushing against your erected nipple made you clam up. “Let me have you.” She whispered, causing heat to raise to your cheeks, she smirked at this, hidden under her oni mask, seeing your reaction only urged her further, only filled her desire to see what other expressions you’d make. Your breathing became labored, heavy shaky as you answered her, finally putting an end to this tension, finally giving in to your desires. “Haa—fine.”

Resilience, strength, obedience. Those words could very well describe Rahu as a whole, a headstrong, dependable soldier who wouldn’t hesitate to kill in order to pave the way to victory. Being part of the FAC elite division, she has faced many dangers alike, big and small. But regardless of this fact, it’s not uncommon for her to get injured despite also being a sinner with immense power, which brings Rahu to this predicament quite often.

The doors of the infirmary opens, and in walks the tall sinner. Immediately upon arrival, Rahu was hit with a nauseating scent, which in turn made her brows furrow. “That habit will kill you one day.” She sneered through her mask, walking up the source of that wretched smell that kept assaulting her senses, smoke and cheap cologne. Rahu’s expression remained stoic and stern, as she came up to the root of her irritation, and more notably—desires. Yet, only a small laugh could be heard, a sound so empty, so hallow, it made Rahu tense. Damn, that women, that damned doctor that claims she’s only here to treat patients, but rahu knew better than to trust paradeisos scum. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her, draped in a white coat, head tilted away from her, she seemed to be paying to mind to the sinner.

“You say that yet, you come back to me all tattered up weekly.” You countered with a smile, leaning against the crisp, white wall of the infirmary, with a cigarette in hand. Finally, for the first time since Rahu’s arrival, you turned to face her, before your eyes trailed down to the state she was in. You noticed a rather large wound right on her abdomen—not deep, but enough for it to cause pain and discomfort, alongside other smaller injuries, and a visible frown formed on your delicate features. But for some strange reason, some stupid reason, seeing that change on your usually serious face was…weirdly intoxicating to Rahu. But just as fast as it came, it was gone, she was intrigued, she needed to see it again, see that look on your face, see what other expressions that stern face can morph into. “Really, who’s actually going to die first?” You asked with mild irritation and a hint of—concern? in your tone, snapping Rahu out of whatever trance she was in. You heaved a sigh of frustration before putting the cigarette out and throwing the bud in the ashtray.

“Come, let’s get you fixed up.” You gestured for her to come sit on a hospital bed with a nod of your head, and she complied, not that she had a choice if she wanted back on the frontlines as soon as humanly possible. You stared Rahu down, hands in your coat pockets, and she instinctively gripped the sheets, your stare was intense, and she needed stability. There was silence between the two of you, and you raised your eyebrow. “Undress.” You ordered sternly, to which her expression faltered, she let out a small sound of surprise. “What?” Rahu questioned, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, as her brows furrowed. You only looked at her with that same deadpan expression on your face, it only made her more irritated.

“Do you want to get treated, or no? your pick.” You gave her an ultimatum, either get treated or die in battle, her choice. Though, in all honesty, you were going to treat her either way, and you were well aware how suggestive you sounded when you told her to undress, but you couldn’t help but find every reaction of hers…quite endearing. A smug smirk was plastered on your face, as she begrudgingly started rid herself of her dark coat, leaving her in her white now blood soaked button down—if you were feeling optimistic, you’d think the blood wasn’t hers, but in this case you knew it was. Once again, there was silence, a deafening silence, one you would deem peaceful if it wasn’t for the sinner glaring holes through your skull. You sighed, before getting on your knees, kneeling down. Rahu watched your every move, from the way you gently lifted up her shirt to inspect her wounds, to the way you eyebrows furrowed when you were deep in thought. She seemed all too focused on your expression, your face, your lips—

Rahu instinctively shoved you away, when she felt you unbuttoning her shirt, her hand situated in your hair. You stare up at her, her face was covered by her oni mask, yet the tips of her ears were red, how…cute. Coming from someone like her. “What—what the hell are you doing?” Rahu stammered out, her grip firm on your hair, yet you didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. “How else am i going to treat you?” You countered, but still let go of her bloodied shirt, crossing your arms in mock irritation. “You should have just asked, i’ll do it myself.” She says simply with mild annoyance, before her large, calloused hands let go of your hair, and moved up to unbutton her shirt. “Rather skittish today, aren’t we?” You teased, before getting to work, cleaning and fixing her wounds up, before she inevitably gets injured again or exerts herself too much, so much so her wounds reopened. It happened more than once, more times than you can count, or even remember.

As you treated her wounds, occasionally hearing pained groans above you, it amused you to no end if you were, truly, being honest. Seeing her pale hands, covered in countless scars that had built up over the years grip the sheets until her knuckles turned white, it was beyond amusing to you, but even despite focusing on treating her, you could practically feel her eyes on you, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you shiver.

“Alright, you’re all fixed up.” You stated calmly, before standing up and straightening yourself out. “As always, i insist you stay here and recover. Going back to the frontlines in this condition would—” You expected her to just fix her appearance up, and walk out without another word, but to your surprise she only responded “I’ll stay.” Rahu stated firmly, before crossing her arms, you almost let out an laugh at how unexpected this behavior was, especially coming from her. “Have you gotten yourself so beat up, you’re finally listening to me?” You teased, before eyeing the bloodied shirt she had on. “It’ll do me some good if you get rid of that, it’s gonna reek up my infirmary. I’m sure the FAC will provide you with another in due time.” You hummed, gesturing to her shirt, to which she reluctantly complied and took it off. What a strange change of pace, not that you were complaining, she was much more tolerable, but somewhere, deep down, you knew why she was so hostile towards you. You were from Paradeisos, it was natural for her to be on guard, you really couldn’t hold it against her.

“You’re making that expression again.” Rahu commented, which makes your gaze shift from her discarded shirt to her face, and your eyes shine with a hint of attraction at seeing her exposed, toned stomach, your eyes trailed higher until they settled on her chest, and collarbone—you quickly snapped out of the daze you were in, and stared her in the eyes. “Do you enjoy looking at my face that much, you even notice the smallest of changes?” You teased with a grin, to which you noticed her eyebrow twitched, just the tiniest bit.

“You’re free to stare as much as you want.”

“Open your mouth a little.” Deren cooed in your ear, one of her gloved hands slowly sliding up your thigh, whilst the other had an firm grip on your chin. You felt her thumb tug at your bottom lip, directing you to comply to her command, to which you did. Her smile widens, as her eyes narrowed. She ran her thumb over your bottom lip, her gaze focusing on every aspect of your face, carefully analyzing your reactions. How beads of sweat had already began forming on your forehead and neck, how your eyebrows furrowed slightly to try and combat the desire swelling up inside you. What a cinematic sight.

Despite the ever growing heat between your legs, you couldn’t miss the way her hand that was rested on your thigh slowly slid under your dress. Such a small move, yet so deliberate. As if she only did it to tease you, to give you a taste of what was to come, if it was coming at all. After all, the beloved director liked keeping her audience in suspense, she liked keeping them on the edge of their seat, speculating the outcome of the movie. This was no different. She was playing you like a damn fiddle, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt. The anticipation, the excitement of guessing where her skillful hands might end up next. It was such a thrilling feeling. One that would turn anyone’s mind numb from the sheer thought.

“My muse, do you want this?” She asked lowly, her thumb tapping your lip, her expression never changing. Of course, you wanted this. More than you’d ever like to admit at the moment. “yes.” you breathed out, voice slightly shaky. But you could have sworn her eyes darkened, just the tiniest bit.

Once Deren heard your approval, she hummed lowly, before slipping her gloved thumb into your mouth, slowly pressing down on your tongue. The taste of latex was heavy on your tongue. She laughed, a quiet, airy laugh. The sound sent shivers up your spine. “Keep quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to know now, would we?” She asked, a rhetorical question, you figured.

While one of her hands were busy with your mouth, the other would slip higher up your thigh, slowly hiking your dress up until it bunched up, and rested on your hips. Her eyes focused on the fabric of your black lacy panties. Deren’s breath hitched, her smile morphing into a grin, as her eyes trailed up your body before settling on your eyes. “Oh my.” She breathed out, it took everything in her not to take you right this instant. But no, she had to be patient, no point in watching a film and skipping through the good part. You felt extremely small in the presence of this DisCars winning director, especially in a situation like this.

“Were you expecting this, Sweetheart?” She hummed, her hand splayed across your abdomen, before she moved it down to press her thumb against your clit. “Or maybe you planned this; Catching the attention of the director and letting her fuck you to get more roles, is that it?” You shuddered, letting out a muffled whimper at the absolute filth she whispered to you in that sweet, sultry tone, before screwing your eyes shut tightly. She only laughed, withdrawing her hand despite your whine of protest, and resting it on your hip, right next to the waistband of your panties.

“How scandalous…calm down, i’m getting there.” Without wasting another second, she slips her thumb out of your mouth, before leaning in closer to steal a kiss. You whined, moaning and gasping into her mouth, it was honestly embarrassing how desperate you’ve become after her teasing. “So eager…don’t wanna wait for the climax, hm?” She smirked lazily against your lips, using her teeth to nip at your bottom lip, the sensation causing you to let out a choked gasp. “Me neither. Between you and me, i can’t wait to take your pretty pussy.” Deren cooed, before taking the chance to slip her tongue into your mouth, swallowing your words and moans.

Her hand that was rested firmly on your hip now slipped a finger under the waistband of your panties, before pulling it down, exposing your wet cunt, strings of your own slick sticking to the ruined fabric. Your hands that were relentlessly gripping onto her shoulders now trailed down her front to grasp onto her coat before tugging her closer, the action making Deren’s eyes shine with lust and desire. A strained moan left your lips as you felt her fingers prodding at your hole, her fingers alternating between tracing your dripping hole to rubbing your clit. You gripped her coat tightly in your hands, the feeling of her toying with your cunt and mouth at the same time made your knees buck and quiver with need.

“Please.” You managed to beg, whimpering into her mouth, your expression morphing into one of desperation as you bucked your hips against her fingers. Deren leaned back, finally giving your mouth a break before staring you down, a certain glint in her eye. Ah, there it was…that expression, that darling expression that no actress could ever dream of imitating. That expression that made beads of sweat form on the back of her neck, that expression that made her blood race. “Hm? what is it, tell me what you want, My Star.” She hummed lowly, sliding one of her fingers, down to the knuckle, deep into your clenching cunt and thrusting painfully slow. You could feel yourself getting embarrassingly wetter, even if the pleasure was dull.

“Please, fuck my greedy cunt, Director.” You pleaded, and she shivered. Being address as such whilst her finger was inside you, knuckles deep was almost too arousing. “How could i ever say no to that?” Deren laughed, dipping her head to press hot, wet kisses along your collarbone. You let out a broken whine when you felt her slide another finger in, thrusting them deep inside you. You let out an embarrassingly loud whine of her name, to which she brought her free hand up to press a finger against her lips, her smile never leaving her face. “Quiet now, the crew is still here. it would be a real shame if this were to get out, hm?” She whispered, and you bit your lip to try and silence your moans. You felt her smirking against your skin, before lowering her hand to tug at the low neckline of your dress, exposing more of your cleavage along with your skin.

“I’ll make you the star of my movies.” She promised, before nipping and kissing at the tender skin of your chest, no doubt leaving marks. Her hand moved to pinch at your nipple through your clothes, and you gasped before one of your hands released their grip on her coat to clam it over your mouth. Deren’s fingers pumped and curled into you at a teasingly slow pace, never faltering nor speeding up, continuing to denying you that pleasure you so craved. Until her fingers finally started targeting that spongy spot inside you relentlessly, and you threw your head back, before letting out a sinful whine, muffled by your hand. Finally, she stopped teasing you, all this buildup had made you sensitive, you were already close—just a little bit more…

Just when you could feel yourself crossing the finish line, Footsteps were heard, frantic, and heavy, nearing the both of you. Deren noticed this, her sharp silver eyes gazing at you, whilst her mouth was busy peppering light kisses along your skin. She sighed, while withdrawing her fingers from your sopping cunt, despite your constant protests, and attempts to let her finish the job. “Looks like we’ll have to finish the script next time.” She said with a lazy smile, pressing one last kiss against your lips, before pulling your panties up. “No, Deren…wait—” You stammered, as she straightened herself out, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“Relax, Sweetheart. You got the role.” She said with an airy laugh, before you could get another word out. Her expression faltered just a second when she heard an irritating voice call out to her. “Yeah, yeah i’m coming.” She muttered before walking towards the direction of the voice, but not before giving you a pat on the back.

“That damned director.” You mumbled under your breath through gritted teeth when she was nowhere in sight, now you were pent up with slick leaking out your panties and dribbling out your thighs.