warnings: smut!, desperate!ellie, dom!reader (in a way), ellie almost crying (in a good way! <3), hair pulling, a lil boob stuff, oral duh! (e!receiving), i think that's all angelz lmk if i made any mistakes or anything like that <3
w/c: 409
a/n: omgg hello!! <3 i just want to thank everyone for all the love and appreciation on my last post that was totally unexpected and thank you guys soooo much. and a kiss for everyone that followed me, you guys have all genuinely made me so happy. but i smoked a lil... again 👀 so i think yk tbh but i love you all pls enjoy 💘
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
creds: @cute-sushi-roll
ellie's head dipped back, eyes glued tight in pleasure and she could genuinely feel the tears forming on her waterline from the overwhelming feeling of your hot tongue on her drooling cunt.
"baby-," she gasped, thighs tensing tight around your head before settling back down shakily. "p-please i can't... can't take any more..." she pouted, fingers pulling tight on your pretty locks of hair.
you laughed softly pulling away gently before beginning to kiss her soft thighs. "baby, we jus' started." you cooed against her skin. and she breathes heavily processing your words, chest rising and falling with every steady, deep breath she inhaled, her thighs jumping with every sweet kiss you gave em.
"breathe, my love," you grin, fingers kneading at her thighs as your forearms wrap tightly around them to keep her in place and your grin quickly turns sinister. "looks like you're trapped now, hmm?."
and you don't give her a second to respond before you're diving right back into her pretty cunt. ellie gasps loudly before you're met with one of the most pornographic moans you've ever heard. ellie blushes furiously and bites her lip so so so desperate to keep her noises sealed behind her drooling lips.
she can feel your cocky little grin as your tongue delves back into her sweet dripping hole. and you flick, swirl, and twist your tongue messily just how you know she likes, your spit and her slick dripping down your jaw.
your hand raises, palm flattening over the rugged expanse of her abs and a long drawn-out moan leaves your lips, the vibrations sending her into a shockwave of overwhelming pleasure.
"oh- mph- god, you're so fucking good!" she gasps, fingers drawing you in tighter by the roots of your hair as you whine gently against her, her pussy growing wetter and wetter with every sound you make. "m'close, i'm so close," she cries.
you raise up grabbing at her perky tit before rolling her nipple between your fingers tightly. and you can tell the line snaps for ellie as her eyes roll back slowly, jaw hanging open. her back arches off the bed all nice n pretty as her thighs squeeze and push on the sides of your head.
and when she finally starts coming down from that literally life-changing orgasm, she'll be shaking and gasping, eyes all wet and if you go just a lil more you'll definitely get to see a tear or two.
i genuinely have no words anymore i checked the comments cause i was like this cant be real im for sure hallucinating this whole ask and then she commented we stan ellie here . anon ur literally the second coming of christ
Okay, if Sevika has sensitive tits, why not nipple clamps? 👀
Could make for some great sub and/or bottom Sevika content, all I'm saying.
lord😵💫
• with how sensitive her tits already are, she doesn’t use nipple clamps that often, since they make her even more sensitive.
• you first bought them as a little surprise for her.
• the ones you bought at first were very simple nipple clamps with a single chain connecting them in the middle.
• she didn’t really know what they did, so you put them on her and after a minutes, ghosted your finger over a single nipple and listened to how she gasped at how sensitive they were. afterwards you showed her how sensitive they could also be after you take them off.
• then you surprised her again with one’s that were connect by two silver chains to a dark purple collar, along with a small ring with chains connecting to the clamps right in the center.
• you’ll put them on her when she’s being extra needy.
• fucking her and either pulling on the clamps by hooking your finger into the center ring or running your tongue over her nipple at the same time is a sure way to make her cum till she sees stars.
• if you really want to fuck with her, you’re gonna make sure the clamps are cold before you put them on her.
• if she’s in a “try and make me beg, i dare you” type of mood, just pulling out the clamps with have her behaving cause she knows you’re gonna tighten them a little more than usual (but she likes that, not that she’ll fully admit it)
• especially if you pull out the ones with the collar.
• making her get on her knees while you put the collar on.
• “on your knees, ‘vika. now.”
• and by the end of the night you’ll have her cumming just by a single touch on her nipple.
• it’s also an easy way to know that you’re likely gonna have scratch marks down your back.
• sometimes you won’t even fuck her. you’ll just watch her get more and more wet while you put the clamps on and take them off repeatedly, making her a begging mess.
• “please just, gods, please just touch me”
• “i don’t know, baby. i think i could make you cum just by doing this and not even having to touch you”
• making her fuck you while she has the clamps on and seeing how long, how many touches, pulls or flicks it takes for her to start loosing her rhythm and basically collapsing on top of you.
• (hint: it’s not many)
• “holy f-fuck”
• “i didn’t tell you to stop, sev”
• “i- sorry, it just feels so g-good, fuck!”
• or having her facing you while riding your strap and getting to watch her back arch and eyes roll back every time you run your thumbs or tongue over her nipples. again, sometimes you didn’t even have to touch her, just a single tug could make her see white.
I imagine touching myself in front of a tied up Sevika.
Nsfw 18+ minors don't interact
Tw: Shibari, rope, nsfw, no reader genitals mentioned, mirror sex, Brat Sevika, Punishment sorta, Dom/sub, gn!reader
Notes: honestly I have nothing to say for myself this time, I just wanna fuck Sevika rn okay
Words: 1000+
She hated it, being so out of control. Tied up at your mercy, she hated feeling powerless. Yet it was so exciting, knowing you, the gorgeous person she dedicated everything could for, able to do whatever you pleased to her.
You thought maroon would be her color the one that tinted her signature cape. If she gave you a reason why that was "her color" she'd say "the color of blood doll." With a stupid wink like that was the funniest shit. So edgy...
Then you tried gold, and as beautiful as she looked tied up in gold, Royal blue was her color, it brought out the glistening in her scars, the ones that revealed your lovers heart even through her attempts to hide it.
You had her tied up in front of a mirror legs spread and still, no matter if she squirmed or not. You had her entire body on display and how you loved doing this to her, she had to love her body as much as you did. Her hands were tied behind her back, and black strands of hair stuck to her sweat slicked skin.
You always took your time, as much as you'd love to tease her you'd always make sure she was thoroughly fucked first. You scanned her body, as you stood behind her in perfect view of the mirror in front of the two of you.
Her shoulders leaned on your shins as she looked up at you from below, blue rope in her mouth the keep her from speaking. Because "how can she be such a dick when she's tied up like a bitch. You'd have to gag her every time, but now you know better you gag her first.
Wide grey eyes watched you from below, your fingers working so slowly messaging every thing as you decided, the way you wanted.
You could hear mumbles coming from the sub at your feet, then whines before she began struggling. You stepped on the rope that held her wrists, which stopped most of the movement she could do to get away.
Sevika grunted, her eyes watching you as you touched yourself for her, showing off, moaning her name you watched her body react in the mirror her thighs trembling. And her pussy clenching in need of your touch.
You moved from behind her to kneel in front of her on the floor. You left a quick kiss on her forehead, then let you lips trail down her scarred cheek. You could feel her chest heaving and her nostrils flaring your hands found their way to every scar you could reach you felt her perfect muscles spasm from ghosting your finger tips across such insecure spots.
Whimpers fell from her throat as your finger traced lower and lower before cupping the curve of her. Massaging her clit lightly with your palm you let your middle finger circle around her entrance a sharp gasp escaped her as she tried her best to keep herself up with her hands tied.
"I'd love to see your buddies reaction if they ever found out what a fucking slut you are Sev" you smiled licking your lips looking down at her.
She mumbled something that you recognized so clearly, coming from her mouth. Her defiant "fuck you" as if to instigate you or something.
"you're so cute, now you have to watch me cum instead"
She began to argue through the rope when you sat Infront of her began to fuck yourself right in front of her. She keeps thinking misbehaving is gonna get her what she wants. It's cute.
Girls will see an underappreciated, self sacrificing woman and be filled with the immense urge to treat her with the adoration she deserves but is denied from by the world and those around her. It's me. I'm girls.
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.1k+
Content: Sevika/Reader, established relationship, implied height difference, handcuffs, Sevika gets restrained so Reader can love on her a bit, lil’ bit of Sub!Sevika (so switch! too ig?), body worship, breast worship, fingering, cunnilingus, excessive kissing, there is so much kissing, knee grinding, pillow talk, clothed Reader, nude Sevika, Sevika orgasm, Reader orgasm, the L word, pretty sweet all around
Reader notes: AFAB genitalia, no specific pronouns used, no Y/N, nicknames used: “baby, brat, sweetheart”
Synopsis: Sevika comes home haggard and hungry for you, but luckily you’ve saved a special prize for such an occasion. In other words, you force Sevika to accept a little adoration via the help of handcuffs and you both have a great time.
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The door to your apartment shuts with a dull thud behind you.
"Sev?" You call out into the void.
You hear a chair scrape against the battered wooden floor and her cloaked shape emerges from a dark doorway, leaning against it wearily. You kick your shoes off and drop your things with haste.
"Oh, Sevika," you murmur sympathetically, hurrying to stand Infront of her. You scope her figure for any obvious wounds and find none, just the heavy weight of exhaustion in your girlfriend's eyes.
You look up at her, eyes wide with concern, and she nods her head with permission to wrap your arms around her. You're still cautious of any hidden bruises, but wrap your arms around her broad torso regardless.
Her hand, her metallic one, lifts to caress your spine with care. This isn't about you though, so you pull back a bit so you may reach a hand up to hold her cheek, your fingertips catching on the rough skin of her scarring. She leans into your touch, stormy eyes tired and falling on you.
She, in her endless wisdom regarding you, cuts you off before you even get a chance to speak. "I don't want to talk about it. Just want you," she says, kissing your palm.
Swallowing your inquiry, you smile up at her, still concerned but willing to wait to press if that's what she needs. You rise up and she lowers down, your lips meeting for the first time since that morning.
It feels as tired and aching she looks, a weary and tender exploration of each other's mouths. Of course, she begins to warm up a bit, capturing your mouth with her more typical domination and lust. She bites at your lip and you moan against hers, your palms splayed across her firm chest.
"Missed you," she murmurs solemnly, pulling away so she may guide you to bed.
You hum your mirrored sentiment and capture her lips again, licking against the small gap in her front teeth. The back of her calves knock against the frame of your bed and you give her a little shove. It'd never topple her outside of the bedroom, but here she falls back onto the bed with ease, looking up at you with a small chuckle. She still emanates exhaustion, but her eyes are a bit brighter than when you first glimpsed them, no doubt due to your presence.
The thought fills you with warmth, and you crawl on top of her, hovering above her lap as you kissed for a bit longer. Feeling her arms begin to shift so she may flip you over though, you pull back.
Her brow furrows in confusion, and you smile mischievously. "Ah ah ah," you tut, getting off the bed. "I need to grab something real quick." You laugh at the frustrated look on her face and scurry off before she can question you.
You pop into your closet, swipe your hand along a shelf and ah! There it is. You pull down a small box and pop it open, pulling out the pair of metal handcuffs you had stashed away. You had bought them weeks ago, way back when you won a rare game of cards against Sevika. Your prize? A night with her where you could use them.
They were a stronger model, meant for dangerous individuals; perfect for your girlfriend. They had been fitted with a soft liner, described for their comfort and safety for this kind of scenario.
Exiting your closest, you found Sevika lounging in bed wearing nothing but her underwear and sports bra, her eyes trained on you. You ignored her hungry gaze, instead fixing your own on her toned body, the muscles and scars that made up her form. You let out a whistle and she rolls her eyes, her gaze instead honing in on the object in your hand.
You watched in delight as her face shifted from confusion, to surprise, to a steely look directed squarely at you. You couldn't quite read what that last one meant, so you offered a feeble "I thought I might redeem my prize tonight but I'm happy to save it for another day if you-"
"S'fine," She interrupts, shifting on your bed. You sit down on the edge yourself.
“Really, Sev, we don’t have to tonight, I promise.”
“I said it was fine,” she says firmly, staring at you like she wants you to try and dissuade her again. “Now get over here,” she says next with a softer look on her face and an impatient tone to her voice. You gladly comply, crawling over to her again and humming against her mouth when she pulls you in for a kiss.
You remain on top for an extended period of time, a rarity in bed, and you grind and writhe on her lap as the two of you make out. You moan and whimper against her, mouth surely bruising with the intensity of it. Having your fill, you pull away, shaking the cuffs in the air playfully. She glares at you but you know it’s empty, she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t want to.
She awkwardly holds her wrists out to you and you cuff the metallic one, slipping the cuffs over the gap in the headboard and gesturing for her to raise the other.
“Really? To the bed frame?” She asks, incredulously.
You shush her. “Don’t question my methods, I won this fair and square.”
She groans and raises her arm, her dark skin contrasting beautifully with the silver cuff when you clasp it. You give it a pull and tinker with it, adjusting it to better fit her.
“Does it feel alright?”
She shimmies it herself, seemingly satisfied. “S’fine.”
You lower yourself to hover on her lap once more. “You tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?”
She stares at you fondly, amused at your concern and the general notion of a cuff digging into your skin being the worst thing about her day. It was a big deal to you, at least, and she agrees.
You lean back a bit and admire the sight of her, splayed out for you. She seemed a little unsure of the scenario, but melts into your kiss nonetheless. “You look so good for me, Sev, so fucking pretty,” you praise, locking the mental picture of her handcuffed to your bed away in your mind forever.
She mumbles a ‘shut up’ against your lips and you ignore it, content to kiss your girlfriend without protest. Well, relative protest, because her arms kept yanking against the cuffs and you could tell she was getting impatient.
“C’mon baby,” she goads after biting your lip. “Just going to kiss me while I’m tied up here?”
You make a noise that implies you’re considering it and she nips your mouth again. Truthfully, when you had first bought the cuffs, you imagined bouncing on her strap or some other toy, having your fun while she was forced to watch, and then getting fucked silly when you released her from the cuffs.
Tonight though, after seeing the state she was in, a different scenario seemed more fitting.
You break the kiss, but don’t fully pull away. Instead, you kiss the corner of her mouth. Then, her jaw. You can feel her holding her breath, frozen as you kiss down her neck and lick at her collarbone. You hum in delight at the taste of her skin and she groans.
“C’mon, what’re you-“
You pull back to glare at her and she stills. “You said I could have my prize, don’t tell me you’re a sore loser,” you accuse dramatically. Your gaze softens, and you let her read in your eyes that it’s okay for her to tap out if she wants to.
You watch her throat bob before she shakes her head. “‘M not.”
“Good. Now where was I…” you lean down again, once more kissing down her neck and collarbone, mouthing over her scars. You also quit your hovering, gently seating yourself on her lap with your thighs spread on each side. You hear her hiss, not in a bad way but because she loved the weight of you on her lap. Had remarked on as much in the past.
Your hands trail up her sides, coming to rest atop her chest. Her dark bra, blessedly (considering her arms were cuffed), was the kind that unwrapped from the front. Your gently pull away the velco, letting the sides fall against her ribs. Her chest rose and fell in beautiful anticipation, her breasts heavy and nipples pebbling.
You cup each one in you hands, relishing in the give of her flesh. She makes a choked noise and you kiss her mouth, licking against her tongue as you begin to tweak her nipples. They were quite sensitive, you had quickly learned. So sensitive, in fact, that you barley got to touch them. She couldn’t pin your hands way now though.
Sighing against her lips, you watched with a reverence as her brow furrowed and her eyes clouded with arousal, arms tugging against her restraints. Her hips buck against you and you gasp, surprised at how quickly this was having an effect on her.
“Wow, I knew you were sensitive Sev, but this-“ you pinch her nipples and she arches off the bed. “Is something else,” you say, smiling up at her.
She glares down at you. “You won’t find it so amusing when I get my hands on you, brat.”
Any other day that statement would have your thighs clenching in anticipation, and it still happens right now to an extent, but the novelty of watching your girlfriend writhe under you lessens the threat.
You instead hum against the column of her throat, kissing down her torso until you latch onto a nipple. That elicits a curse from her, and you can’t help but grin. You swiftly find yourself lost in the taste of sweat and skin though, mind fogging as you lap and suck at your girlfriend’s tits.
Sevika’s chest is heaving by the time you pull away from her other nipple with a wet pop, and you admire your handiwork. You lock away the mental image of her chest soaked in your spit and covered in your marks, because you doubt you’ll be getting this opportunity again anytime soon. You lick your lips and resume your path, shifting between her legs so you may kiss down her sternum to her belly.
“Fuck,” she croaks, recovering from then onslaught. “What’re you playing at here?”
Your gaze darts up to her face.
“I,” you begin, innocently staring up at her as you place a kiss above her belly button, “am simply trying to show my girlfriend,” then a kiss just below it, “how amazing, strong, smart, and wonderful I think she is.” You punctuate each descriptor with another kiss.
She scoffs at you. “By drooling on my tits?”
You blush. “Okay, that part was kind of for me, but you can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” You accentuate your point by pressing a hand against her crotch, theory confirmed by the damp fabric you’re met with. She swallows loudly at the sensation.
Your hands trace up her thighs and you tug on the fabric of her briefs, gently pulling them down her legs and deposisiting them on the floor.
“Oh, baby,” you coo, lowering yourself on your stomach so you can fully see how fucking wet she is for you. Her thick thighs frame your shoulders, and you feel them tense around you. Your breath is hot on her damp curls, making her shudder.
“Fuck,” she curses, making you pull back to see her expression. Brow furrowed, mouth open, chest heaving- you wonder if this is how she feels staring at you. She’s gorgeous, she always is, but especially so when she looks so affected by you.
You pull yourself up and kiss her, hands framing her face and palming through her dark hair. Her name is murmured like a prayer against her lips and you catch yours on her tongue too when you aren’t choking on it, breath stolen by the intensity of it. The headboard creaks but you barley notice, blood roaring in your ears.
You pull away and she looks delectable, face flushed and eyes cloudy. You’ve never seen her like this before and it makes your head spin, heart racing to catch up. You press one more kiss upon her lips, pulling away before she can people kiss back.
“I love you Sevika, you know that, right?”
Your confession catches her off guard, her head slow and thoughts thick like she so often leaves yours. “Yeah,” she croaks, voice hoarse. “Course I do.” Then, quieter, “love you too.”
You smile against her neck, already slinking down to resume your position between her thighs. “Good.” You state simply, thumbs brushing over her hipbones. “Just gonna make sure you know, okay? Want to make sure you feel how much I appreciate you and everything you do.”
You see the first syllable of ‘what?’ begin to pull on her lips and you stop her by burying your face against her groin and mouthing at her clit. She jolts against you, electric, and you lap and suck at her like your life depends on it. You almost miss the grip of her hand on your scalp when you usually go down on her, but the replacement of her thighs clenching around your head wasn’t bad either.
She was insanely wet, and you eagerly lap up what you can of her slick. Her heady taste never failed to drive you crazy, and you were rewarded by even more each time your tongue swipes against her. Sevika must’ve been reciting every swear and curse ever uttered from above you, louder than you’d ever heard her before.
Adjusting the best you could squeezed between her legs, you maneuvered one hand under your body to prod her entrance, two fingers slipping in with ease.
She moans your name at that, followed by a string of more curses. You smile, lapping and sucking at her clit while your fingers pump inside of her. It was a little too cramped for the range of movement you might’ve preferred, but she didn’t seem to mind much if her thrashing was anything to go by.
You slip in another finger and she clenches, hard, and you know she won’t last much longer. Your mouth is getting sore but you continue, keeping on her clit as it throbs and pulses.
“Fuck, FUCK,” She’s loud when she cums, but you’d know even if you were deaf with the way she’s squeezing and throbbing. She writhes and squirms through it, orgasm stretching long as you languidly thrust and lick while she comes down. Her thighs fall open, limp, and you take that as a sign to let off her. Your face and chin are drenched, and your arm and wrist are cramped as you pull them out from under you.
She’s panting, head thrown back and chest heaving, eyes unfocused and far away. You gingerly sit on her lap once more, licking the slick off your hand before kissing up her neck and cradling her face. Her eyes turn to you, focusing. You don’t get a chance to swoon at their beauty like you were anticipating, instead recoiling when her head jerks forward to kiss you.
It’s sloppy. It’s sweet. It’s appreciative, the way she kisses you. You return it with pleasure.
Suddenly, her hands are on your waist. Your eyes fly open as you are forced under her, flipped around to lie on your back. She’s on you in an instant, propping herself up on her elbows as she kisses you like she’s starved for it.
“Sevika!” You yelp, but she ignores you, rather intent on demolishing your face with hers. One of her knees, planted between your thighs, grinds against your still clothes cunt and you gasp, oblivious to how wet you had gotten. It’s harsh the way she presses against you, and it has tears pricking your eyes with how good it feels. You fling your arms around her back as you cum, nails digging in from the lightning fast intensity of your orgasm, moans still muffled by her mouth.
You whimper against her lips and she relents, pulling away her knee and mouth from you.
She stares down at you, grey eyes soft and warm. Your noses are touching you’re so close, and she again cuts you off before you can speak. She sits back and reveals her free bionic hand. The palm and fingers had been compacted together, but they expand to normal hand configuration so it might unclip the remaining cuff and remove her bra.
“You!” You exclaim, incredulous. “How long have you?” Your sentence stilts in disbelief and she falls back on you with a whump once the cuffs are fully off her. Your breath whooshes out of your chest despite the fact she’s only halfway on top of you, and you shimmy out from under her so you can flip on your side to face her.
Her knee is hiked over your hip and she pulls you close, capturing your lips gently while her metallic fingers cradle your chin.
“Did you-“ you ask once she pulls back. “-Could you do that the whole time?”
She smirks back at you and you huff.
“Don’t be petulant,” she chides, metal finger tracing your scalp. “Only slipped it off once you had your fun.”
While you wished she hadn’t slipped out at all, the thought of her choosing to stay cuffed on her own was a little nice, to be honest. She chuckles at you and you meet her eyes, melting into their gray pools.
“Did you…” Like it? Enjoy it? Feel good? You weren’t sure what to ask, but she knew that already.
Warmth blooms in your chest and you make a happy noise, cuddling into her. “Good, I’m glad.” Her chin tucks on top of yours. “You deserve to feel good.”
You feel her chest reverberate when she speaks. “… I always do when I’m with you.”
You hold each other in silence for a while before you ask, “So… can I use the cuffs on you again sometime soon?”
She barks out a laugh, tilting your head back so you make eye contact. “Sweetheart, the next time you see those cuffs they’re going on you.” She delights in the way you shudder. “I may not be a sore loser, but I always go for a rematch,” she says darkly, and you know she means it.
Oh well, at least you put her into a better mood than she was in before. She eventually pulls you back against her chest and kisses your hair, a long day and eventful evening catching up to the both of you. You curl against her collarbone and inhale her scent, content with what you accomplished that night.
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Me after writing fictional lesbian smut 3 days in a row: “yeah I’m pretty normal about Arcane women I think”.
Buying a new instant camera, and leaving König polaroids of yourself where you know he’ll find them.
They start off innocent, a sweet photo of yourself tucked in with his gear for him to find when he’s getting ready. He smiles at the gesture, slips the photo into his pocket and goes on with his day.
He starts to find polaroids elsewhere, too— in his bag, slipped under his things and tacked onto his belongings for him to discover at random. The pictures fall from innocent to lewd relatively quickly, and he finds himself red in the face whenever he discovers a new one.
And eventually you give up all attempts at modesty. Polaroids of you completely naked, on display and fucking yourself with a toy he’s used on you countless times. A sweet note written on the bottom— ‘for if you get lonely.’
Königs left with a collection of images, each one with its own place amongst his belongings: some of which reserved for when he does get lonely and a touch too desperate.
And when you eventually calm down, and get over the excitement of your new camera: König starts to miss the risk of unveiling a new image with others around.
So the next time he’s got you under him; just as you’re about to cum all over his cock he reaches over and plucks your camera up from your nightstand. He takes a photo or two of you, fucked out and covered in his cum, and pockets them.
when virgin!konig eats you out for the first time, he’s so so sloppy. it's obvious he's inexperienced, but you still find yourself bucking your hips into his face. almost too enthusiastically, he dives in and laps at your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. you can see him humping the bed for a scrap of relief, and judging by the sounds he's making, he's going to cum in his pants. he grabs your thighs and pulls you even closer, sticking his tongue in your hole before dragging it up to circle your clit messily.
the stimulation on your clit makes you cum on his face, and you try shoving him off of you, but it's no use. this hulking mass of a man stays with his tongue buried in your pussy, and it's too much in the best way possible. you're overstimulated and shaky, but konig's too pussydrunk to notice or care. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks like it's a lollipop, and you moan loudly.
at this point, the noises he makes are louder than yours. he's licking up every drop of your wetness and soaking his face in your juices. you've cum too many times to count. you try to lock your legs together so he can't reach your overstimulated pussy, but he pries them apart and resumes his ministrations. he's cum more than ever just from grinding against the bed, his boxers and pants ruined. and, once again, he stuffs your pussy full of his tongue and makes you feel so good you could sob.
HI BABIE!! i missed u smsmsm. how have u beeenn?? <3 said u needed some asks so.. i gotchu
was just thinking the other day abt how loser!ellie would definitely have super sensitive nipples. like imagine ur arm accidentally brushes against her nipple when u reach past her for something and she lets out a noise and ur all like "??? what happened :0" and she’s all stutter-y.
and like!! loser!ellie wants to be fully dominant so bad :((. she was planning on fucking u that night but that small brush just made her so ?)&?!@ and her nipples got super hard, hoping u wouldn’t notice that it was because of you but because of how cold it was in the room.
but u DO notice!! and ur like mmm well ellie’s always teasing me, why don’t i tease her a lil bit. so then ur all like “what’s wrong, els? your face seems so red.. is it hot in here? you need me to turn on a fan?” and she starts protesting against it but u turn on the fan right beside her anyways, the cool waves instantly hitting her nipples through her hoodie which made them even more hard if that was even possible, making her whimper and… the rest is up to u😋
idk how big of a fan u are of subby ellie but 😵💫
- ꩜
my angel i missed u most!!! i’ve been doin sososo good <33 how’re u?? :0
& this concept has me in SHAMBLES!!! everyday i grow more attached to subby ellie so thank u for this <3
loser!ellie is always being all touchy with you and thinking the grossest things :(( imagining how pretty you’re gonna sound while she is fucking you and every time you bend over she is looking up your skirt and even if you notice, you never comment on it cause you just think its cute how desperate she is!
but she is always teasing you with lingering touches with shaky hands or pressing herself snug against you whenever you let her sleep in your bed so you can’t help but finally get your revenge once you realize how sensitive her nipples are <3
ellie absolutely despises bras so she almost never wears them which means you have to try not to stare at her chest whenever she is talking to you but once she lets out a little whine from your hand barely grazing her nipple while you were trying to readjust the blanket over the two of you, all of that goes out the window.
you feign concern, although your eyes are focused on the way you can already see her nipples through her gray hoodie. “you okay, els? you sure it’s not too warm?” you question in a soft tone, not bothering to allow her to reply before you are tugging the blanket away from her body so there is nothing getting in the way of you seeing her. ellie’s eyes widen so fast, her cheeks turning red since she knew you had noticed her getting all worked up.
“s’ fine, i’m fine” she huffed, although her tone was less than convincing. she was doing her best to stay still so that the material of her hoodie wouldn’t press against her any more than it already was, although you were making it hard to do so. you had risen from the bed which caused ellie to instinctively sit up to see what you were doing, the prettiest whimper leaving her lips from her nipples getting the slightest bit of friction.
ellie does her best to question what you’re doing but once she sees you inching closer to the fan, she already knows she is doomed. “c’mon, told you i’m alright. please don’t—” she begins, only to be cut off when you face the fan towards the bed and put it on full blast. the cool air makes ellie shiver in the slightest and you stay standing up for a moment, watching her make a desperate attempt to fold her arms over her chest to hide herself. even though it was her own arms that were pressing against her chest, she let out another soft curse and quickly pulled her arms away from herself, looking at you with frustrated eyes.
and she is just so cute that you can’t help but coo at her, getting back into bed with her and helping her lay back down while your warm hand starts pushing up her hoodie a bit more till your hand is resting against her lower tummy. “doesn’t seem like you’re alright” you said with a false pout, letting your hand inch upwards with each passing second. “maybe we should get you out of this hoodie, hm? don’t want you to get too warm” you suggested in a soothing tone, a soft smile spreading across your lips at the way ellie was nodding her head dumbly.
she let you take control, her breathing growing uneven once you pull her hoodie off and toss it carelessly onto the floor. there is no reason to play dumb with her anymore so you snuggle close to her side, using one elbow to keep yourself propped up so you can look at how cute her tits are. ellie won’t stop whining since she isn’t used to all the attention being on her but you just shush her, lowering your head a bit until your mouth is mere inches from her nipple.
with your breath tickling her, she is babbling every plea she possibly can so that you will just do something— anything. and you finally give in, taking it into your mouth and letting your tongue messily lap at her nipple while using your free hand to lightly tug at the other. ellie is so noisy, practically crying out from the relief that suddenly washed over her. she can barely keep still, her hands yanking the sheets underneath her in a weak attempt to keep herself from being too loud. but you love hearing how worked up she is getting, changing your pace every now and then so you could be a bit more gentle with her while you spoke.
“doing so good for me, els. bet you touch your tits every night imagining it’s me, huh? you’re so pathetic but so cute” you coo, bringing your lips back to her nipple the moment you’re done speaking. ellie nods her head feverishly, her face burning with shame while she lets you touch her however you please. “always think— ah, always think of you when m’ getting off” she admits, only blowing up your ego further as you continued to tease her.
you were growing curious about just how sensitive you could get her, your motions becoming a bit rougher as she continued to endlessly whine your name. “nononono, m’ gonna—” she began, barely pushing the words out before letting out a pornographic string on moans. she was pressing her thighs together, whole body practically shaking from her orgasm and you almost couldn’t believe what had happened.
once it had set in, you eased up off of her nipples and looked at her with somewhat of a shocked expression. “no fucking way you came from that alone” you muttered, although pride was creeping up on you as you watched her avoid your gaze. “i tried to tell you i was going to cum” she said breathlessly, still trembling in the slightest as embarrassment filled her whole body.
you just have to see it for yourself so you move away from her, ignoring the small whine of protest she let out so that you could tug her boxers down, setting them off to the side quickly. ellie covered her rosy face with her hands, feeling rather shy with you spreading her thighs for your own viewing pleasure. you are met with the sight of her puffy cunt, so slick that it was borderline obscene.
it was absolutely adorable that you could get her off so easily and the sight of her pussy coated with her own arousal made you want to test just how many times you could make her cum. you lay flat on your tummy between her legs, not giving her any warning before latching your mouth onto her clit. ellie uncovers her face and almost gets dizzy from trying to look down at you, although she quickly lays back down when you start fucking your tongue into her gooey cunt.
you only let up for a moment to give her instructions, your hands pressing down against her hips to keep her in place. “play with your tits while i get you off, baby” you said in an all too sweet tone, only to be met with a frustrated whine from ellie. “too sensitive” she mumbled, looking at you with eyes that were glossed over. “s’ either you do it or you don’t get to cum again” you added on, not willing to give up your little discovery so quickly. its almost comical how quickly ellie brings her hands up to her chest, her fingers lightly brushing against her over sensitive nipples so that she was reduced to a complete mess.
it was almost too easy to get her to comply and you were thankful you wouldn’t have to withhold another orgasm from her. you wanted to toy with her for as long as possible, fucking her open on your tongue as she came far too many times from the combined pleasure of touching her sensitive nipples while you ate her out. she is just so adorable when she is all shy, pleading for you to let her cum one more time despite the fact that her hands are shaking while she tries to keep touching her tits while you get her off <3
… ERMMMMM i got a lil carried away but i love loser!ellie sm i need to fuck her brains out im so sorry
It was 11 pm or so, and you were just coming home from your date with a girl you met on tinder a few weeks ago. Chatting with her was so fun since she was very funny and also good-looking, so it was normal that you two eventually met in person. But you were disappointed to find out that she was nothing like the person she was while texting. She was so dry and checked her phone all the time when you talked. It seemed she wasn't really interested in this date, so after an hour of awkward silence and forced smiles coming from your side, you simply excused yourself and left. She didn't seem too bothered by it so you didn't a have reason to feel bad either.
As you closed the door to your's and Dina's shared apartment, you locked it and removed your heels, sighing in relief you finally took them off since they were very unconfortable. You then placed your bag on the hanger and stepped futher into the hallway. Upon approaching the living-room, you saw colorful lights coming from the TV, you presumed, illuminating the dark space. It seemed Dina was watching some movie tonight. You weren't very tired so you decided to join her and talk a bit about your date since you had a lot to say.
Once you reached the living-room, you frowned, realizing the person watching TV wasn't Dina at all, but her friend Ellie, who was sitting nonchalantly on the couch, spreading her legs with her eyes glued to the screen while munching some chips.... your chips. Your last bag of chips which you saved for emergencies and she was eating them. Fuck Dina and her stupid friends. She didn't even have the decency to let you know Ellie would be here. Let alone the fact she left you two alone.
“Weren't you supposed to be at your home?” you asked, crossing your arms under your chest, the action pushing your breasts forward, almost spilling from your short and tight black dress.
Ellie turned her attention away from the screen, her eyes landing on you. Well, landing on a certain part of your body before she made eye contact with you. You caught her lingering gaze, one of the many she usually gave you, but didn't say anything about it. You were too angry to tease her.
“Weren't you supposed to be at your date?” she retored with a mean smirk while dragging another chip tp her mouth. She tried to hide her pleased expression once she saw you home so early, meaning the date didn't go so well as you hoped.
“How do you even know about that?” you questioned while leaning against the wall, tilting your head to the side.
“Dina told me. She talks a lot, y'know?” she shrugs casually, before returning to her movie which became boring all of a sudden.
As much as Ellie wanted to keep looking at you, she knew you will figure out her thoughts since she couldn't be fucking subtle when it came to her staring, and it wasn't her fault really. It was yours because you wore such revealing outfits that exposed a lot of skin and lured her eyes towards you. Sometimes she found herself wanting to drag your shorts lower so she wouldn't have to look at your ass when you bend over to pick something or pull your shirt down when you raise your hands to get things from upper shelves.
“Weird” you reply amused, causing Ellie to frown a bit and turn to you.
Everytime you were home, somewhere near Dina and Ellie, when Dina spoke, Ellie was always distracted, not being the best listener. She was making Dina repeat stuff all the time since she couldn't really focus on what was said to her. One day you even asked Dina if she wasn't bothered by Ellie's disinterest, but she assured you that most of the time they were out or at her and Jesse's place, Ellie was always interested in what her best friend had to say. So this made you think about something... why was Ellie so distracted when you were around, yet so focused when you weren't?
“Why is it weird?” Ellie asked, putting her bag of chips to the side. Well, your bag of chips.
“Because you never seem to listen to Dina when I am around, but when I am not you always happen to pay attention.” you stated as you stepped closer to the couch, stopping in front of Ellie, standing right between her legs. You looked down to her as she seemed more flustered now that you approached. Being so near her allowed you to see the faint tint of red that was painting her freckled cheeks and her panicked eyes, not knowing where to look.
“And what are you implying, huh?” she chuckled, trying to seem amused.
“Am I distracting you, Ellie?” you asked her as corouched down to see her face better. Your suddent position made her flustered, as you were know almost on your knees for her. Almost like she imagined you.
“You are, I can't even watch a fucking movie without you storming in” Ellie commented, trying to maintain an annoyed tone while raising her hands dramatically and letting them fall down on her thighs.
“That's not what I asked.” you chuckled, shaking your read.
“I don't really give a fuck about your questions. Just go to your room and sulk that your date ended badly because you probably annoyed the shit out of your partner like you annoy me right now” she spat as she moved her head to the side in order to focus on the movie, trying to ignore the fast beating of her heart and not to seem as if she was panicked because you noticed her actions.
You sighed because of her words, getting kind of tired of her bratty behavoir. She acted like a boy who liked a girl for the first time in his life and didn't know how to talk to her without being mean. And it really started to get on your nerves because it was so fucking obvious she was into you, always checking you out, blushing, getting flustered and distracted when you were near her and being rude in order to mask her crush and make you talk to her. She was such a coward, relying on such childish methods instead of saying how she felt.
“You know what I think, Ellie?” you asked as you moved stood up and moved closer to her, leaning towards her and placing a hand on her left thigh, making her slighlty jump because of the sudden touch. She averted her gaze from the screen to you. “I think you do give a fuck.” you smiled at her, seeing her get tense.
You then move your hand up on her clothed thigh until you reach the waistband of her jeans. You saw her breath hitch as she watched you movements, completely taken aback by your actions. She was blushing so hard right now, it almost made you laugh. Deciding to mess with her even more, you sat down on her right thigh, pressing your chest against hers. In this position your faces were very close, feeling her jerky warm breath on your face.
“And I think you are frustrated you can't fuck me so direct all your anger towards me, when in fact, the only person you should feel anger towards is... you, because you act like a fucking coward, hiding behind mean comments to mask your true feelings.” you give her an sympathetic smile, dragging your index finger allong the waistband of her pants, stopping at the button.
“That's....I- I- That's not what this is- what this is all about.” Ellie tried sounding confident, but she couldn't stop from sttutering since not only you described perfectly what she felt, but you were also so close to her she couldn't think straight anymore. She was so overwhelmed by your sweet scent and your warmth and your tits that were pressed against her flanner shirt.
She had to take deep breath when you leaned closer to her ear, your glossed lips brushing against it. Her fingers dug themselves in the couch, knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding it.
“Then how is it? Hmm?” you inquired, brushing your lips her earlobe again, making her inhale deeply. “Should I get off and let you watch the movie? Or should I stay?” you asked, fingers undoing the button of her jeans and slowly sliding under her boxers.
Ellie's mind was so fuzzy and all she thought was how she will finally make all her fantasies come true. She couldn't belive what was happening right now. She couldn't believe that for once her rude, snarky comments did something good for her.
“S-stay” she said breathless and colsed her eyes as she felt your fingers reaching her cunt. You dragged them along her lips and spread them with your index and little finger, teasing her dripping entrace with your two other fingers. You found yourself smiling at how ready she was for you.
Ellie was a mess under you, barely keeping her eyes open. You didn't think you were going to hear her beg for something, but here she was whining and begging you to fuck her. You finally pushed the two fingers inside, pumping in and out of her.
“Fuck-” she cursed under her breath as she let her head fall, her forehead resting now on your shoulder.
You decided to add another finger, causing a loud moan to escape her lips at the sudden intrusion, never feeling so full. You smiled proudly, realizing how good it sounded when Ellie made those sounds instead of pissing you off with her stupid comments.
“See? I knew you could use that mouth for something better, baby” you teased her, gaining another moan in response.
You placed your thumb over her clit, moving it in a circular motion, as your fingers continuosuly pumped in and out of her cunt, but at a faster pace, getting her slick all over them.
“I'm- ah.... I'm about to cum” Ellie whined against you shoulder, making you smile at her strained voice. You bought your free hand into her brownish hair, grabbing a fistful of it and dragging it back, forcing her to leave her hiding spot and finally look at you. Her lips were parted, her eyes lazily stood open and her face was flushed.
“I don't remember allowing you to” you rose an eyebrow as you puhsed your fingers harder into her cunt, hitting an even deeper spot that Ellie could only dream of reaching. Ellie's mouth opened wide as she let out another moan. You could see the tears forming in her eyes from the pleasure you were giving her.
“Please-” she begged again, hoping you would at least slow down your pace, but you didn't seem to be impressed by her pleadings, going harder and deeper, making it impossible for her to hold it in anymore.
“If-If you keep moving like that- I'll...” she never finsihed her words, her orgasm washing over her as she rolled eyes to the back of her head, her body limp, her head only held by your hand and her breathing irregular.
“If I knew this will shut you up I would have done it sooner” you chuckled as you took in her deshiveled state. You dragged your hand out of her underwear, smiling at the juices that were dripping down you fingers to your wrist.
“You made such a mess,” you shook you head. “You should make it up to somehow, right?” you added as you opened you lips, bringing your fingers to your mouth in order to clean her releade off them.
“Yeah- I should.” Ellie smiled shyly at you, making your heart jump a little.
plug ellie who always gives you the pretty girl discount and then some even before y’all started dating
plug ellie who refuses to smoke out any other girl once she met you
you always look so cute in her smoke filled room eyes slights pink softly giggling to yourself before staring at her “what’s going through your head hm , bun?” ellie smiled at you while softly petting your head “you’re so pretty el”
plug ellie who can’t take compliments from you because it makes her blush and i quote “messes up her cool girl image”
plug ellie who randomly slides an eighth into your bag before you leave every time y’all hang out
(y’all don’t even have to be smoking y’all could be at the movies and she js pops in it real quick like ma’am???)
plug ellie who only lets you play with her hair
ellie loves loves to put her head in your lap because she know every time you’ll ask if you can do a hairstyle and she’s to awkward to ask like a normal person if you can play with her hair
“if i put two ponytails in your hair will you wear it while we go to the store” you hopefully ask the auburn hair girl quickly placing a kiss on her cheek so she’ll say yes even though she’s wiped and will do anything you ask “fine hurry up you know i don’t like people touching my hair” she says trying not to laugh knowing you and her both know damn well she will beg for you to touch her if needed
plug ellie who got little sanrio weed baggies to put your weed in cause you’re special >:((((
könig was a man of stealth and precision, his training involved learning the complex skills of a sniper. humiliation bubbles along his chest as he finds himself tucked away in his room, thick digits applying a firm tug to the base of his cock. könig's throat vibrates with an airy whimper as he shamelessly watches pre spill into his fist, toes curling in the material of his combat boots as his cock jolts in sensitivity. he's close, so so close. tears brim at his waterline, flesh burning feverishly and hips bucking into languid ministrations. it was pathetic, really. könig was a man of decency, never the one considered to step out of line. yet here he was, behaving like a bitch in heat, unable to stray from the desire that pooled in crevices that remained undetected until that moment.
with one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, the other found itself tangling around a soft fabric, your underwear. oh, it was so wrong to take something that evidently never belonged to him. had you noticed? did you know it was him? his balls tense at the idea alone, lungs stutter with what is left of your natural scent.
könig was beyond desperate, clearly, growing frustrated with being unable to slip into the waters of pleasure. though, it wouldn't hurt to use the article of clothing to help, right? to brush the fabric of your underwear along his girth and coat it with ropes of cum, to have you wearing that exact pair without knowing what lingered between the microfibres. the vision alone clouds over könig's remaining sense of morality, teeth grinding together with attempts to keep all noise to a minimum as his thighs quivered. oh fuck.
You don’t even give König a chance to tell you How much he has missed you before you pounce on him. You push him on the bed and tell him to lift his shirt up. You’re gonna go feral and show him how much you missed him (ó﹏ò｡)
Cooking the most Paula Deen, southern comfort, thanksgiving every night kind of meals for Ghost.
Sending him off with a lunch so packed that he has no hopes of finishing it during his work day just to pout and tease him about it when he gets home.
Oh, you didn’t like it..? You never leave leftovers.
The next day he comes home and practically shows off his cleaned plate all proud, begs for more even if he can’t reasonably afford it. He wouldn’t fucking dream of making you pout like you did that first time, and puts away everything you set in front of him, even when he’s noticeably stretching out his shirts and has to loosen his belt a few notches.
Then you’re getting comments from his Captain about spoiling his best man, maybe a remark about how jealous the smell makes the rest of them when Simon pulls his lunch out in mess — Haven’t had the time to learn how to cook myself, all sheepish and sweet, so of course he’s invited to dinner that night. You won’t hear anything about it, that pile of paperwork will go faster if he’s got the proper fuel to tackle it with, and that’s how you end up sandwiched between two snoring men on the couch, pleased as punch with walnut brownies finishing in the oven behind you.
Okay the jock au has me thinking!! There’s a rule you find out about after getting snuck in between practice.
Cw: implied free use, dubcon!!
Kiss drunk and teased, you were antsy, sloppy, begging to be touched properly.
The locker room still smelled like man, musk, sweat, a reminder that you were in a place you had no business being. Especially not with your shirt pulled to your chin, pants undone and spread taught over the lap of your most recent paramour. Of whom seemed to be content drawing this out longer than it needed to be.
You said it had to be quick, stop teasing me and—
There is a rumble that catches you attention, the sound of muffled chatter reaching your ear. There isn’t a moment to jump up and hide yourself from view before the door to the locker room smacks open. The first men in spot you immediately perched in the lap of one of their teammates.
“Ohh, Bonnie.”
“Fuckin’ hell, look at that.”
The blood that had been burning across your cheeks and between your thighs tries to disappear all together, a spear of ice taking its place.
They all watch you as they crowd in, peeling off sweat-soaked jerseys and dropping their pants like you’re the mirror instead of an intruder.
Like you’re the meal following their workout.
You tear your eyes away when the first jock strap shimmies down and smacks to the floor, finding no solace in your partner. The smugness in his smile is a smack to the face, your blood finally returning to burn hot in your cheeks.
Their craning heads nearly block the fluorescent lights, four pillars of meat crowded around you, dripping in sweat and endorphins and testosterone.
Their Captain’s eye doesn’t waver from you, even as he addresses your seat with a slap to the shoulder. “Mate, you know the rule.”
There’s not even an apology to you before those still-slick hands squeeze greedily at your ass to slide you onto the bench. As if it couldn’t get bad enough, the men part to let him through, leaving you under their scrutiny. Alone.
What rule, you gather yourself enough to ask, protectively clenching your thighs.
There’s a chill against your skin when the Captain rocks onto the balls of his feet. Like a wave, the team seems to stir. They’d been hoping you’d ask.
“Rule is a bit formal. The only place we abide those are the field.”
There’s a snort echoed among them men. The obvious isn’t lost on you: the 141 were known for being rogues.
“We’re quite keen on sharing, bonnie. Team bonding, and all that shite.”
Sharing?
Disembodies fingers brush down the back of your neck, igniting those sensitive pressure points at a fraction of their power. “Clicked now, has it?”
Shining wide eyes meet the dark hollows of the tallest in the group. That typically taciturn gaze is bright, excited. Thirsty. Jesus, like you’d only seen after he’d bodied through someone.
Ghost would malfunction to see you smile during sex. Enjoying it so much that you giggle, writhe in his arms and sink your teeth into your lips to hold it back. It’d make his blood feel so suddenly cold, his cock heavy where it stutters inside of you. Holy shit he’d be pawing at your jaw, his eyes focused in on that curve at the corners of your mouth.
“Christ, smile again for us, will ya? Let’s see it. Show me how much you love it.” And he’d do anything, eager and determined to give you enough reasons to keep that look on your pretty fucking face.
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