bambi

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[the-unholybunny]

im SO obsessed with duality. be it words (degrading them but laced with praise, ie "pretty little slut", "such a good little whore for me") or actions (peppering their face with gentle kisses while strapping them so hard the bed is creaking) being that so cruel but so loving. i cant get enough of it

[prec1ousboy]

Whining that "it hurts"

Your dom responding with "Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop"

Blushing and stammering in embarrassment from being called out as a filthy little masochist

[kissedvogue]

i think the dream is to fuck a girl so well that theyre so sleepy and cum drunk they forget that they are still cockwarming you. and you just hold them and give them soft kisses and play with their hair as they start to fall asleep… then once their eyes shut a moment too long and they’re falling asleep, you pull almost completely out only to ram back into them and start thrusting with a fervor because, baby, you may be so cute when you’re cum happy, but you’re cuter when you’re pleading that you don’t have another in you and it’s all too much.

[delicatelymorbid]

thinking of teasing them with my fingers lazily pumping in and out, making their hips buck desperately for more friction. kissing their thigh and learning what feels good while i watch them twitch and shiver. hearing their breaths hitch and quicken when my finger glides against a certain spot, so i dig deeper and slow down. “right there?” in a teasing tone before picking up my pace when they’re mid sentence

[baambied]

↪ 𝘚𝘏𝘜𝘛 𝘜𝘗

cw. nsfw drabble cursing oral(reader!rec) ellie cums untouched m.list

sub!top!ellie × sub!reader

"fuck- fuck els" you shakily moaned out, your fingers tightly gripping the auburn girls hair as she laid in between your thighs, her rough hands holding your legs open against the bed, her tongue roughly and hardly lapping against your cunt, it was almost like she was making out with it.

your back was arched up on the bed, a rolled up pillow right at the lower part of your bare sweaty back.

"mmhh sooo goodd fuck" ellie moaned against your cunt as she began moving her head side to side her tongue sticking out, the girl was pussy drunk, her half open eyes looking up at your soft worn out face, freckled cheeks warm and pink her hips softly bucking at the mattress beneath you two as she attempted to feel some kind of friction to ease the pain between her thighs, she could feel how messy her white boxers had became, all sticky and warm her neglected pussy just begging to be touched.

you were too lost in your own head, moans and words ellie couldn't understand just fumbling out your mouth, your hips buckling up into her mouth once in awhile "hmmm gonna cu-cum" you whined, your face scrunching up as you felt your high coming...you were distracted you didn't even notice ellies lips on your cunt getting weaker, if anything now her mouth just leaned there, breathy pants escaping her throat as her hands held your thigh tighter, her face was in a hard frown..now this caught your attention

you confusingly sat up on your elbows as your sudden high was now ruined. "els?" You called out in confusion as you squinted your eyes at her form, her head still between your thighs a few hums escaping her mouth that caused vibrations that made you shudder slightly

"fu-fuck what the fuck..- shit!"was the only words ellie could get out as her high suddenly surged through her body, her head turning to the side to avoid staring at you as she groaned against your inner thigh as her high began to come down.

before you could get another word out, ellie moaned against you a sweet breathy moan, it came out muffled due to her still being between your thighs. You take notice of her hips twitching and buckling.....no way..

did she just...

"did you just....cum?" You asked in confusion and slight amusment as you tried to pry ellies head off your thigh to get a look of her face "no- no i didn't fuck off" the girl exclaimed in defense as her bright pink face now leaned against your thigh, her panting softly against it

"it was hot-"

"shut up"

[veichua]

۫ ꣑ৎ . morning sex with els yet you're still acting asleep.

deception play. rough fingering. teasing. mean ellie.

you’re awake barely holding it together, but you keep up the act, subtly widening your legs to give her more room, while ellie, ever the cheeky bastard plays dumb, fingering you harder like she doesn’t notice your squirming.

you feel it the second you stir—,her fingers, curled inside you, thrusting with a rough, steady rhythm that’s anything but gentle.

your pussy’s soaked, clenching tight around her, and you’re fighting to stay still, to keep your face slack, but it’s hard—every stroke sends sparks up your spine, her knuckles brushing your walls, her thumb grazing your clit just enough to make you twitch.

you widen your legs a fraction, a silent plea disguised as a sleepy shift, and you swear you feel her smirk against your shoulder, her breath warm and knowing, but she doesn’t say a word, just keeps up the act, fingering you like its the most casual thing in the world.

“nghh-” you bite back a moan swallowing it down, your thighs trembling as she adds a third finger, stretching you further, her pace brutal now, the wet squelch of your arousal embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

your hips twitch a reflex you can’t stop, and ellie’s fingers falter for a split second a tell she knows you’re awake but she doubles down, curling her fingers to hit that spot that makes your vision blur, her arm flexing under the sheets.

you’re dying to move, to beg, but you’re committed, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a fake sleep sigh, even as your pussy flutters, begging for release.

she shifts closer, her chest pressed to your back, her auburn hair tickling your neck, and you feel her lips curve against your skin, a silent laugh she’s holding in.

her fingers pump faster, rougher, her thumb now circling your clit with deliberate pressure, and you can’t help it your legs widen more, a blatant invitation, your body screaming what your voice won’t.

yoy squirm a soft shudder running through you, and ellie’s breath hitches

you twitch again your hips jerking back against her hand, and she presses harder, her fingers curling deeper, her thumb relentless on your clit, pushing you to the edge.

you’re trembling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching so tight it’s a miracle you’re still silent, but you hold the act, biting your lip until it stings, a soft whimper caught in your throat as you fight to stay “asleep.”

finally, it hits, you come hard, a silent explosion, your pussy pulsing around her fingers, slick dripping down her hand as your body shakes, thighs clamping together involuntarily.

you keep your eyes shut, breaths ragged but forced even, playing dead to the world, even as your orgasm leaves you dizzy, your core throbbing.

ellie slows her fingers, letting you ride it out, and then, with a soft, knowing chuckle, she leans in, her lips brushing your shoulder in a gentle kiss, her voice a low, teasing murmur.

“dirty girl,” she says, the words dripping with playful mischief.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[vampirq]

gymrat!abby who loves involving you in her workouts, except this time she wanted to do her reps in a more explicit way.

you’re flushed with the hardwood floor; cool air biting into your naked skin. you watch abby with lustful eyes, taking in the sight of her flushed and breathless above you. your legs wrapped around her waist, feet dangling in the air. her strap sat heavy on her hips while the phallic object eases in and out of you every time she did a push-up.

it was agonizing, dreadful but a part of you still craves for more. your hips jerk up in hopes of getting pleasure, but that only causes her to rest in plank position.

“abby, can you please just.. fuck me properly?” you whine, though you know it’s no use. if it’s one thing about her it’s that she’s persistent. meaning, no matter how much you beg, if abby said you’re going to wait, then you were going to wait.

“i told you,” she grunts, doing another push-up so her cock grinds into you. “i gotta finish my reps, baby. just take what i’m giving you, yeah?” she gives you that smug smirk, then plants a kiss on your forehead like she’s not edging you to death. if it weren’t for her charming words, you would’ve kept throwing more complaints.

you part your lips to speak, but you’re quickly silenced when her tip hits your pleasure point. immediately sending a wave of ecstasy over you. suddenly, you’re aware of every inch inside of you, every vein gliding against your walls.

it makes your eyes roll back, the whites of them becoming visible. abby huffs out a laugh at the sight, “oh? don’t tell me i’m already losing you, sweetheart.” she watches you attempt at responding, but her strap starts pounding into you at a brutal pace. sounds of moaning, skin slapping echo off the walls, and she’s just relishes in it.

it’s like something snapped inside of her because now she’s driven by desire. seeing you slurring, struggling to form a coherent sentence made a carnal need churn inside of abby. that whole push-up idea was long gone. her main focus became how long it’d take to see you come undone underneath her.

“ab-abby, can’t take it. t-too much, fuck—“

“i know, baby, but you just look so fucking good like this. i love how dumb you get on my cock.” her hand finds yours and pins them both above your head, making you submit to her completely.

strings of her names mixed with lewd noises tumble out like it’s the only thing you know. all you could think about was abby. how good she looks above you, taking control. how desirable that cocky voice sounds when she’s mocking your moans. how she knew the exact way to grind her hips into you, so she’s hitting your g-spot without fail. you were hypnotized by her, all of her, and she was only pulling you in deeper into her spell.

sorry this is ass. writers block is currently fucking me in the butt. no lube.

[nhmkhnh-deactivated20260210]

velvet boundaries. [ii]

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader

preface: in a house where she’s your best friend’s mother and you were never meant to be hers, caitlyn makes you unravel one obedient breath at a time.

author's note: smut scenarios is here rahhhh.

wrn: lowercase ;; age gap (c: 39 ; r: 19) ;; explicit content (minors & men dni) list: bratty!reader (at some scenes) ;; dom!caitlyn ;; mentioning another man (just a dream dw!) ;; orgasm denial, edging ;; punishment ;; soft threats & possessive praise ;; jealousy jealousy ;; toy use ;; fingering ;; orgasm denial ;; edging ;; teasing ;; power play ;; dirty talk ;; overstimulation. [lmk in the comment if i missed anything]

navigation.

it was supposed to be innocent. a surprise visit. a sweet gesture. you wore the dress she left for you on the bed that morning—angelic white lace, soft and sheer, cut just a little too short. no bra. no panties. just her.

you knew she had a meeting at her home office. you knew she told you to wait upstairs. but you wanted to bring her a fresh cup of tea—something gentle, thoughtful, obedient.

and yet when you walk in, barefoot and glowing like temptation, her jaw clenches behind her wine-red lipstick.

the other woman in the video call chatters on through the speaker, unaware.

you place the tea on her desk gently. “thought you might need this…”

her eyes trail from your thighs to your trembling hands. she mutes the call with a click.

"did you look in a mirror before walking in here like that?" caitlyn's voice is low, razor-sharp velvet.

you nod, quietly. “i wanted to look good for you.”

her chair scrapes back. slowly.

"you wanted to look good?" she murmurs, circling the desk. one hand ghosts up the side of your thigh. “you wanted me distracted. you wanted me starving.”

she presses you down, suddenly, hands firm on your lower back, bending you over the polished mahogany surface. your breath fogs against the grain.

"cait—someone might hear—"

“let them.”

she pulls the lace up and over your ass, and hums deep in her throat at what she sees.

“no panties,” she whispers, voice honey-slick and filthy. “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

you whimper, trembling as her fingers ghost along your folds.

“mmm. wet already?” she chuckles. “of course you are. my girl gets needy the moment i breathe near her.”

the call resumes in the background. a voice says something about quarterly projections.

but caitlyn’s only focused on the way your thighs shake.

she pushes your legs apart with her boot and leans down.

“stay quiet,” she says, mouth brushing your ear. “or i’ll put you on camera.”

then two fingers press inside you, slow and deep. curl.

you gasp—muffled by the back of your own hand. her pace is cruel. rhythmic. taunting.

“you wanted attention,” caitlyn breathes, curling her fingers again. “you’ll take what i give you.”

her palm slaps your thigh sharply.

"arch for me. let me see."

you do—body trembling, lace twisted around your hips, her name a prayer on your lips.

and when you finally break—soft, desperate, clenching around her fingers with a choked cry—she pulls away and presses a kiss to your spine.

“good girl,” she purrs. “now run along before i decide you’re not done.”

you shouldn’t have worn that dress. not the silk one with the plunging neckline caitlyn specifically told you to save for her eyes only. but you had a point to make.

the gala was in full swing—champagne flutes clinking, high-society laughter echoing, and you glowing on caitlyn’s arm like a secret she was barely keeping. every time you leaned in to whisper something in her ear, your breath brushed her jaw. every time you laughed at someone else’s joke, her hand on your waist tightened.

she was calm. polished. still the perfect woman of power. but her hand never left your lower back. and her eyes? boiling.

you knew she was seething when you bent just a little too far over the hors d'oeuvres table.

so when she caught your wrist in that cool, steel grip and murmured, “come with me,” your heart jumped.

she led you into the marble bathroom—silent, elegant, deadly. locked the door behind you with a quiet click.

then she turned. slow.

“i warned you,” caitlyn said, stepping forward like a predator. “and yet here you are. dripping down your thighs in a room full of strangers.”

she yanked you forward, lips ghosting over your cheekbone. “are you that desperate for me to ruin you in public?”

“cait…” you breathed. “i didn’t mean—”

“yes, you did.” her voice was ice and velvet. “and now you’ll get exactly what you wanted.”

she spins you, palms flat against the cool marble countertop, your chest pressing into it. the slit in your dress parts, revealing your thighs—and the fact you aren’t wearing any underwear.

she exhales sharply.

“of course. my filthy girl.”

her fingers slide between your legs without hesitation, stroking once—slick and shameful.

“you wanted to be bad?” she whispers, dragging her hand up to your mouth. “then taste what bad girls get.”

she presses your own wetness to your lips. you open without thinking, obedient.

she groans—deep, guttural. “that’s it. now stay quiet.”

her leg nudges yours open further. the sound of her belt unbuckling echoes louder than anything in that gilded bathroom.

she doesn’t bother undressing you. just shoves the dress up, pulls your leg onto the counter, and sinks inside you with her fingers—hard and fast.

your hands scramble for something to grip. but she’s already pinning you down, her palm at your throat, her mouth at your ear.

“you’re going to come for me right here,” she hisses. “where anyone could knock. where anyone could hear.”

and you do. pathetically. silently screaming into your wrist while your body convulses around her hand.

when she finally pulls away, she straightens your dress for you—combs her fingers through your hair.

kisses your cheek softly and whispers:

“now behave. or i’ll take you over the dinner table next.”

it was supposed to be a quiet dinner.

caitlyn’s family estate was vast and proper, full of silver cutlery, fine linens, and tension buried beneath polite smiles. you were seated beside her at the long oak dining table, across from distant relatives who sipped aged wine and exchanged dull conversation.

you played the part well. sweet. silent. polished.

but caitlyn knew what you were really like under the surface.

because under the elegant blue dress she’d chosen for you, nestled deep inside your soaked cunt, was a toy—small, pulsing, and entirely under her control.

and the remote sat silently in her palm beneath the white linen napkin.

you thought she’d forgotten about it.

until halfway through her father’s monologue about politics, the toy jolted to life inside you—sudden, strong, and sinful.

your fork clattered against your plate.

caitlyn turned to you, calm as ever, placing a gentle hand on your knee under the table. “careful, sweetheart,” she said, brushing her lips against your ear with the tiniest smile. “you don’t want to make a mess, do you?”

you shook your head, legs trembling under the tablecloth, trying to keep your expression blank. but her hand slid higher.

you bit your lip hard.

she clicked again. stronger.

your thighs squeezed shut. your stomach tensed. you could feel the slickness starting to trail down, and there was nothing—nothing—you could do.

across the table, someone asked, “are you alright, dear?”

“she’s just a bit warm,” caitlyn answered smoothly, stroking your thigh with careful, possessive tenderness. “but she’ll be good for me, won’t you, darling?”

you nodded, barely breathing.

her hand slid up, beneath the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over the toy. she tapped it twice.

the vibration grew violent.

“keep your voice down,” she whispered against your temple. “or i’ll set it to max and have you excuse yourself to the powder room alone—and you’ll come all over your fingers, crying for me, without even getting to taste mine.”

your breath hitched.

and that’s when it hit—your orgasm, brutal and silent, rolling through you as you clenched your thighs under the table and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud. your shoulders trembled. your fingers curled into your lap.

caitlyn never looked away from her glass of wine.

when you finally slumped forward, dazed and ruined, she leaned over and murmured: “you’ll thank me later with your mouth, sweetheart. but for now, finish your potatoes. don’t be rude.”

it started with a pout.

caitlyn had been busy. long work days, late nights, and endless meetings. so tonight, when you sashayed into the bedroom wearing nothing but a silk ribbon tied around your chest and a smirk, you expected to get her full attention.

but she didn’t even look up from her laptop.

“mmm. cute,” she murmured, barely glancing at you. “go warm up the bed. i’ll be there soon.”

your pout deepened. she didn’t even touch you. didn’t even flick her eyes to your bare thighs, to the way you purposely shifted your hips with every step.

you lay back on the bed dramatically, legs spread, touching yourself slowly—loudly—moaning her name just enough that you knew she could hear.

she didn’t come.

so you called out, “maybe i’ll take care of it myself. since someone’s too busy.”

that’s when the chair scraped back.

you barely had time to blink before she was standing at the foot of the bed, sleeves rolled, expression calm—cold.

“oh, is that what we’re doing tonight?” she asked softly, closing the laptop with a quiet snap. “you want to act like a little brat?”

your breath caught.

“cait, i—”

“no. no more words.”

she moved with quiet command—dragging your wrists above your head and securing them to the headboard with her silk tie. you could pull free if you really wanted. but gods, you didn’t want to.

“since you clearly need to be reminded who owns you,” she whispered, crawling up over your body, “we’ll take our time.”

the first orgasm she gave you with her mouth. gentle. slow. just enough.

you came with a whimper, already wrung out.

but when she reached for the toy from her drawer—the wand you loved—you shivered.

“wha—cait, i already—”

“oh no, sweetheart.” her voice dropped. “you don’t get to decide when this is over.”

the toy pressed to your clit again, low setting at first. you arched.

and then she began to edge you.

again. and again. and again.

she brought you to the brink until your toes curled and your legs trembled—then pulled away.

you whined. cried out. begged. but she only smiled.

“my girl wants to be greedy now?” she murmured, licking a stripe up your thigh. “you want to brat? then you’ll suffer for it.”

her fingers replaced the toy, teasing—just shallow thrusts, just soft flicks to your clit while you writhed and gasped under her.

by the fifth denial, you were pleading. tears glistening. voice hoarse.

“please, cait, please—i’ll be good, i swear—i need to come, i need—”

she shushed you with a kiss.

“good girls ask,” she said sweetly, positioning herself between your legs again. “but only my good girls get rewarded.”

then she fucked you with her fingers, firm and unrelenting, mouth on your clit, and you shattered—sobbing, back arching off the bed, stars behind your eyes.

when you finally collapsed, trembling and spent, she crawled up beside you and pulled you into her arms.

“such a filthy little brat,” she whispered, brushing hair from your face. “but mine. all mine.”

it was 3:21 am when you woke up to the weight of caitlyn’s body sliding over yours.

at first, it was subtle — the heat of her skin behind you, her arm slipping around your waist, the shift of the sheets. then you heard her breathing: deep, controlled, trembling like she was barely holding something in.

“cait…?” you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

“i had a dream,” she whispered against your shoulder, lips brushing your skin. “you were smiling at someone else.”

you blinked. “wha…?”

“some stranger had you bent over a table. calling you ‘good girl.’” her voice sharpened. “you let him touch you. kiss you. you let him see everything that’s mine.”

she didn’t sound angry. she sounded shattered. desperate.

“cait, it wasn’t real—”

“i know it wasn’t,” she said, her voice breaking into something almost feral. “but i still need to remind you.”

and before you could say another word, she pushed your thighs apart beneath the sheets, hands gripping your hips like they were handles, mouth hot on your neck.

“let me remind you, sweetheart,” she whispered, voice trembling with possessive fury. “let me show you who you belong to.”

you gasped as she dragged the lace panties you’d worn to bed down your thighs. she didn’t even bother to take them off all the way — just enough to expose what she needed.

“you’re dripping,” she hissed, running two fingers through your folds. “gods, you’d let anyone see you like this? let anyone take what’s mine?”

“n-no,” you whimpered.

“that’s right. because this cunt,” she growled, pushing her fingers in hard enough to make you cry out, “belongs to me.”

your legs shook. you weren’t even fully awake and she was already fucking you—fingers deep, rhythm brutal, her body covering yours like a shield.

and when she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with the toy—thicker, crueler, buzzing right up against your g-spot—you bucked against her.

“stay still,” she ordered. “i’m not stopping until you forget that anyone else exists.”

she held you down, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other pressing the toy deeper and harder into you with each wave of pleasure. your moans were strangled, gasped, muffled into the pillow.

“you’re mine,” she panted against your ear. “mine to touch. mine to break. mine to keep.”

when you finally came—loud, shaking, completely undone—she didn’t let up. she kept going. over and over. forcing you through another orgasm, and another, until you were sobbing her name and clinging to her with trembling fingers.

only then did she stop.

only then did she pull you into her arms and whisper, “i’m sorry. i just… i can’t lose you. even in a dream.”

and you kissed her salt-slicked cheeks and held her just as tightly, whispering again and again, “you won’t. you won’t.”

[s-witchylilbi]

Choose your fighter!!

Being fucked into softly while theyre whispering in your ear, "god youre such a nasty little slut, you pathetic little thing. So cute when youre taking me like this, are you gonna cum?" Like all mocking and shit because they just love to play with you and torture you so sweetly because you melt for them

or

Being roughly fucked into, you gripping the bedsheets and them grabbing you, pounding into you and breathlessly just chanting over you "yeah, is that good baby? Youre so good for me, do you like that? You want more? You can have more baby, you can have it all,,,," like desperately wanting more of you but having all of you at the same time is too much

[dykeadvocate]

pu$$ycam

pairing: streamer!ellie x reader

summary: ellie gets fucked with your cock on stream whilst being teased and degraded by you + twitch chat.

content: edging, strapon (e receiving), degradation, fucked on camera, voyeurism, usage of mutt, squirting, overstimulation, aftercare, crying, drooling, slapping.

a/n: a world where twitch TOS does not exist...

“Please, baby.” Ellie’s desperate pleas are barely audible, and her voice quivers with frustration.

You hum, looking over at your monitor, catching a glance of yourself and Ellie before questioning your chat. “What do you guys think? Should she cum or should I edge her some more?”

Ellie is slumped against you in your lap. Her head rests against your shoulder, her eyes hazy and barely open. Your right hand pinches and pulls at her nipples whilst your left rests on her spread thighs. A large pink dildo is stuffed into her pussy, her juices are dripping down the shaft and onto your leather seat. Gross. You’ll force her to clean that with her tongue later.

Your Twitch chat blows up with messages, each as disgustingly perverted as the last. 

minecraftblock123: plzzz edge her more i wanna watch her sob her stupid eyes out

fridgepet8: let the bitch cum already. im tryna cum with her n i’m sick of edging myself

lezbo892: can we get a closeup of her pussy i can barely see anything from here

You reach over and grab the camera, moving it to a better spot for a pussycam, making Ellie moan at the sudden movement. The poor girl is basically shaking against you at this point. You nearly feel bad for her, until another $20 donation rolls in.

You tilt her chin, and her eyes immediately flutter open to look at yours. She’s a well-trained mutt.

“You see how much everyone loves this pussy? Say thank you to the donator.” 

She whines, struggling to find her words, making the chat blow up in laughter and degrading words. “F-fuck.” she hisses when you slap her thigh, “Thank you.” 

You reward her compliance with a hard thrust, and she moans loudly. The sound of squelching and Ellie’s cries fills the room, and she grips onto your forearm to stabilise herself. Your eyes are fixated on the camera, watching how the dildo stretches her out, dissappearing into her pussy and then reappears covered in her creamy slick. 

bobthebuilder90: fuckkk man look at how her tiny tits bounce with each thrust

mangoeater2929: her clit is so swollen its adorable

bartship853: can we get some free cum samples one day. she looks like she’d taste heavenly. 

You roll your eyes. ‘Free cum samples’. You would be charging at least $50 for that. Not a bad idea, though. 

Ellie’s fingernails dig into your forearm. She’s drooling now, and her eyes are clenched shut in concentration. She’s on the verge of her orgasm, but she would never cum without your permission, at least, not on stream. 

“If we get $100 worth of donations, she can cum.” 

It takes two and a half minutes to reach $100. You force Ellie’s face to the camera, knowing that your viewers love watching her face scrunch up as she cums. You can’t blame them, it’s a pretty sight to see. You wish you could make her cum a thousand times but unfortunately, she has a limit.

You don’t stop when she comes down from her high; you relentlessly continue pumping into her and wrap your arms around her waist as she tries to crawl away. Her leg kicks out, barely missing the camera, and you scowl. You press down on her clit and pain jolts throughout her body. She cries, begging to stop and apologising until her voice goes hoarse.

A stream of liquid splurts out of her, drenching her thighs and everything beneath her. She twitches, tears running down her face, and her breathing comes out in gasps. You turn the stream off, but not before reminding everyone of the Stardew Valley stream on Tuesday.

You slowly pull out of Ellie, and she cries in protest. You hush her, “I know, baby, but I gotta clean you up. You did so well.”

You carry Ellie to the bathroom, holding her tightly to your chest as you run a warm bath. She cries softly. You slip into the tub, pulling her against you. You kiss her neck, whispering sweet praises into her ear whilst cleaning her body. She’s exhausted. 

“Was that too much?” you softly ask, caressing her cheek but receive no reply. 

She’s passed out and once again drooling. You chuckle. She’s your dumb drooling mutt whilst she’s awake and whilst she’s asleep. Pathetic.

[bowsick]

teasing loser ! ellie ♡

content warnings : teasing. oral stimulation over fabric. sub loser ellie. spit usage. ellie cums fast .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

lying between your girlfriend's thighs as she plays fortnite, your head rests against the jut of her hipbone. heat radiates from her skin, seeping through the cotton of her boxers and warming your cheek.

both her extended and bent leg twitch as she mutters quiet curses under her breath. she's completely absorbed in the gameplay, not even sparing you so much as a glance.

you watch her with quiet yearning, fingers absentmindedly toying with the scrunched-up hem of her boxers, grazing the soft, familiar cotton, waiting for even the tiniest sliver of attention. "els?" you whisper, voice soft.

a distracted "yeah, yeah, babe," is all you get in return, her eyes glued to the screen, thumbs moving in sharp, practiced circles around the joysticks. no glance. no pause. you frown.

"baby," you murmur, this time hooking a finger under the waistband, tugging lightly before letting it bite back into her skin. still, nothing more than a low mumble— unintelligible and half-hearted.

rolling your eyes, you shift slightly. she wants to ignore you? fine. you can play along. you push her bent leg outward, then press a kiss just above the seam where her clit would be. that gets her attention. her hips jolt, a quiet groan slipping from her throat, "babe." her hips give needy ruts toward your mouth, her concentration finally cracked.

you smirk up at her, smug. "nuhuh, focus," you tease, voice low. "didn't wanna pay attention before, don't start now."

"but-" she huffs, only for her protest to be cut short by the soft smack of your palm against the meat of her thigh. she lets out a whimper, hips twitching as if to chase the heat of your palm.

you lean in closer, letting your breath fan over the fabric. the scent of her, faint and heady, is already making your mouth water. "play the game, els," you redirect, lips ghosting over cotton.

ellie nods, throat tight. "y-yeah.. okay.."

she tries. really, she does. but her hands are tense on the controller, her focus hanging on by a thread. you exhale slowly, then spit.

a generous glob lands dead center on her boxers, seeping into the fabric and darkening it instantly. you use your tongue to spread it around in slow circles, dragging the wet cotton right over her clit until it clings to the poor bud like a second skin.

"fuck—" she gasps, hips bucking, the controller nearly slipping from her grasp as her eyes flick down. you hum, pleased. "eyes on the screen," you remind her, your voice both sweet and cruel.

she swallows hard, trying her best to listen. but once you drag soft kitten licks along the fabric, she loses herself. it barely feels like anything separates you from her anymore— just a thin, drenched scrap of cotton, molded to every ridge and pulse of her clit.

the texture only adds to her pleasure tenfold, the friction catching just right, making each and every lick feel impossibly sharp. every swipe of your tongue has her legs twitching and her grip faltering.

you suddenly pause, pulling back just enough that your breath ghosts over the cool, damp fabric, hitting her clit but offering no relief. she lets out a soft whine, hips chasing your mouth.

"play the game right, or i'll stop," you warn gently. she whimpers, desperate, fingers squeezing the controller handles before letting out a shaky breath and trying to refocus. "i can't— can't focus," she stammers, eyes flickering between the screen and the ache between her thighs.

it's no use. her coordination slips, she hits a wrong button, missing a crucial shot. the screen flashes her match placement.

the controller falls to her chest with a dull thud, her thighs snapping shut around your head like a reflex. "please," she gasps, voice cracking with need. "no more teasing— just… ohfuck— please? i'm sorry."

you press a kiss to the soaked fabric clinging to her clit, then another. "yeah?" you murmur, lips brushing the sensitive spot through the cotton. "what're you sorry for, els?"

ellie breathes hard, eyes fluttering shut. "for ignoring you," she chokes out, the words catching in her throat. "i didn't mean to.. i-i won't do it again. please?"

"fuck," you mutter, more to yourself than to her. you dip down again and spit directly onto the fabric, watching it spread and cling even tighter to her clit. she jerks, tears brimming in her eyes, all words dying in her throat.

without warning, you seal your mouth over her through the boxers, sucking hard. ellie cries out, tears actually rolling down her cheeks from finally getting the attention she needs. "oh— fuck, fuck, i'm gonna—"

you hum against her, not letting up. every tiny lick, every pull of suction drives her over the edge. her eyes go hazy, thighs clamping tight around your head as she cums, shaking through it, her voice breaking on a raw moan of your name.

you don't stop until her body is done twitching, her hands scrambling for something to bring herself back down to reality. her breath comes out in shallow gasps, her skin flushed and hot.

you laugh, soft and warm. "jesus, els," you mutter, grinning as you press a kiss to her inner thigh. "can’t even hold yourself together for more than two minutes, huh?" ellie groans, one arm draping across her embarrassed face. "shut up."

[vampirq]

eating out perv!loser!abby while she studies for finals..

abby was supposed to be studying.

you told her you’d help her focus. that you’d be quiet. that she could just keep going through her biochem flashcards while you sat under the desk with your cheek against her thigh, like some obedient little support animal.

but when your hands kept wandering, you remembered how good she sounds when she’s so damn noisy. so, one thing quickly led to another.

“fuck—baby, slow down,” she gasped, head tipping back against her chair. one hand clutched a pen, the other gripped the edge of the desk like it was life support. “you’re gonna make me forget everything i—oh my god.”

you only hummed, tongue dragging lazy circles over her clit as her thighs twitched around you. her glasses slid slightly down her nose from the sweat beading at her brow, but she didn’t reach up to fix them—too busy trembling from the mouth you’d buried between her legs.

“you said—” her voice cracked. she tried again, whinier this time. “you said you were just gonna sit there…”

you smiled against her, smug. she was trying so hard to sound mad. you didn’t reply, just sucked a little harder, flicked your tongue exactly the way you knew she liked, and felt her hips jerk against your mouth in response.

her hands gripping onto the desk, a flashcard crumbling in her grasp. she couldn’t control her movements, with every flick of the tongue came a loud moan and bucking hips.

“fuck, i’m not gonna finish this review guide,” she whimpered. “and i need to—i have to—oh, god, i’ve thought about this so many times…”

you broke away, a string of arousal connecting your lips to her cunt. “…what?”

abby groaned, high and breathless, thighs squeezing around your head like she hadn’t meant to say that. “fuck,” she mumbled. “nothing. forget it.”

but you didn’t. your hands slid under her hoodie, fingers pressing into the flushed skin of her hips. you kissed the inside of her thigh before murmuring, “how many times?”

“don’t ask me that,” despite her trying to keep her voice down, she moaned at your touch. “it’s fucking embarrassing.”

“abby,” you purred, licking up the slick mess between her folds, “how many times have you thought about me tongue-fucking you just like this?”

she let out a loud whine at your words. her big, pathetic blue eyes glistening in the warm light. your eyes drift down to her lips, watching the way she gnaws on the bottom one out of nervousness.

“fuckin’—i don’t know,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken from the amount of moans she’s let out. “every week. every time you wear those stupid short shorts and bend over to pick up your charger. or when you stretch in front of me after a nap. i can’t think when you’re like that.”

your heart thudded at her lewd words. to think there’s been countless where you’ve accidentally aroused her made your ego spike. your nails dig into her supple skin, your tongue lapping at her cunt like she’s your only source of hydration.

“you think about me going down on you while you study?” you asked, keeping your mouth open so she can see the way her clit catches on your wet muscle. “me under your desk, eating you until you’re all whiny and shaky?”

“yes,” she hissed, hips grinding against your face now, completely gone. “yes, please, just—don’t stop—i’m close, oh my fuckin’, you’re so pretty.”

you kept going until she came with a strangled moan, notebook falling from her desk and flashcards scattering across the floor. you couldn’t get enough of her taste, and how beautiful she looks above you. fucked out, begging for a break, but you couldn’t give her that.

no, you need to eat her til she was crying.

[desperatewolfpuppy]

god id love to suck cock with a vibe in!!!! like imagine i have my puppy gear on and a remote controlled vibe in me and my owner has the remote. my owner says, "On your knees." i immediately listen and get down. they pull out their cock and tell me "Go on." as i start licking and sucking they turn up the vibe a little bit just to where im moaning from the feeling. My owner starts guiding my head up and down their cock so i have a good rhythm. after i start to get it down my owner turns up the vibe all the way and i pull my head off of them and shake and moan and im grabbing their leg desperately trying to stay still but it feels too good. "Whats wrong puppy? puppy. you gotta tell me whats wrong i cant understand you when ur just moaning!! puppy ur drooling? oh you must feel good! awee how cute" they say as they keep turning it all the way down and all the way up over and over. after some time of messing with me they guide my mouth back on their cock as they turn it all the way up and start fucking my mouth. after they cum in my mouth they continue to play with me until im a moaning mess 🐶🐾

[needycatboy]

brat taming scene in which every time the brat starts to fold a little, their dom embarrasses them by reminding them how easy they're breaking. in which the brat squirms and tries to steel themself when their owner starts trying to encourage them, knowing that even their words of encouragement are a trick to make them fail quicker.

"what, done talking back already? don't give up yet, sweetheart. i thought you were going to make this a challenge for me? you don't want to lose this quickly, do you? what an easy brat to break. get back up. let's try again, darling."

[inwithrin]

⋆˚࿔ ellie loves your voice

imagine ellie being completely obsessed with the sound of your voice. it’s not just that she likes it—it’s that she lives for it.

cw: slight dumbification, fingering (r!receiving), soft dom!ellie, overstimulation. this was inspired by how, after my phonetics and phonology class, i began to pay much more attention to people's speech LOL

she’ll listen to you talk about anything, for as long as you want. doesn’t matter if you’re telling her about a weird dream you had, venting about someone you hate at work, or reading her the ingredients on a serum you bought—if it’s your voice, ellie is listening to every word.

you’re talking, and she’s sitting across from you, chin in her hand, just watching. not even pretending to be casual about it—she looks so in love it’s almost embarrassing.

“you have no idea how cute you sound right now,” she says, completely serious, as you ramble about some niche hyperfixation for the third time that week.

she knows the little inflections in your tone by memory. the way your intonation gets high and breathy when you’re excited. how it softens when you're being careful with your words. the fake, polite “customer service” tone you use when you're on the phone with strangers.

but what really makes her brain fuzzy, is the way you say her name when you’re under her. that fragile, airy whimper of “ellie” when she kisses the inside of your thigh, or the way you moan it like it’s the only word you know when her fingers are deep inside you.

ellie can tell exactly where you are by the sound of your voice, and she thinks there’s nothing more sacred than that—you, babbling and sweet, then broken and begging, all just for her.

ellie loves your voice like it’s a language only she was ever meant to learn.

she listens to you like it’s her favorite song—like she’s studying it. memorizing the lilt of it when you’re shy, the way it drops when you’re really tired. she’d take it in any form. your giggles, your sighs, your babbling rants. but when you’re like this—laid out for her, legs spread, her fingers knuckle-deep inside you and her face buried between your thighs—your voice becomes everything.

“c’mon,” she murmurs against the sensitive skin near your hip, her voice low, steady. “talk to me too, or i’ll stop.”

your breath catches. your hips twitch. you try to bite back the noise, but she drags her fingers just right, curling them up until you gasp. “ellie—fuck,” you whimper. “please, don't stop.”

“that’s better,” she says, curling her fingers again, her palm flat against your pussy. “don’t go quiet on me, baby. you know i love it when you talk.”

and you really try, but you can’t talk. not with the way she moves inside you. not when her mouth is brushing your thigh like she’s worshipping it, her eyes locked on your face like you’re her only focus in the world.

“feels—feels so good, ellie,” you try again—whimpering as you close your eyes.

“yeah?” she breathes. “tell me more, pretty.”

you stutter through the heat in your stomach, breathless and helpless. “fuck, ellie. i—i—”

she’s so far gone, so focused on you, her fingers slick and steady as she fucks you slow, deep, perfect. 

“you’re s-so deep,” you whimper, clutching the sheets. “i—i can’t think.”

she smiles against your skin, and it’s evil. “good,” she says, dragging her mouth up your thigh, leaving soft kisses against your skin. “you don’t need to think. just keep that pretty mouth going for me.”

and when you whine, when your voice cracks around her name again—ellie moans like you’ve given her something sacred. her fingers pick up a rhythm that feels like heaven to you.

“that’s my girl,” she whispers. “so fuckin’ perfect like this. all dumb, sweet, and noisy just for me.”

and you are—you really are noisy. babbling now, voice wrecked, and ellie keeps going like she wants to wring every word from your lungs.

she needs your voice like air. and you? you’d give her every breath you had.

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you don’t know how long she’s been at it—all you know is that your thighs are trembling and your brain is gone. everything feels thick, hot, and heavy. her fingers are fucking you open, slow, and deep, like she’s trying to carve her name inside you. you’re soaked. dizzy. lips parted, barely able to form a single word that isn’t her name and ellie is eating it up.

“what’s that?” she asks, low and breathy, her fingers curling just right again. “you trying to say something, baby?”

you whimper, trying to close your legs, but she pushes one thigh open, spreading you wider for her. "i'm gonna cum, el—"

“nuh-uh,” she interrupts, voice almost teasing. “not until you ask.”

you blink up at her, lashes wet with frustrated tears, swollen lips trembling. “please,” you gasp. “ellie—please let me come. please. please. please.”

her breath hitches, and she stills her fingers—barely, but enough for you to cry out at the loss of friction. “fuck, look at you,” she murmurs, leaning in close, her nose brushing yours. “you sound so cute when you beg.”

her thumb presses gently against your clit, not moving, just enough to make you ache.

“c’mon,” she says, voice thick and low now, dripping with want. “say it again. nice and slow for me.”

you can’t breathe—you can’t—but you nod, already whimpering out the words she wants. “please, ellie,” you say, your voice high and broken. “please let me come, i’ve been so good, i just—i need it so bad, please—”

and she groans, like she’s the one who’s about to cum. “yeah,” she breathes, mouth brushing your skin as her fingers move again, hard and fast now. “that’s it. good fucking girl. come for me, baby.”

[kidpuppy]

saying something reallllyyy pathetic to your dom just to hear the condescending "awwwhhh" that makes your brain melt >>>>>>>>>>

[sapphicaideposts]

I have this fantasy where I put an aphrodisiac in your drink when you're over and watch as you squirm in your seat, you feel your cunt grow wetter and wetter

Where you'd try to discreetly rub your pussy on my couch, hoping I wouldn't notice. Then you'd cross your legs so you can slot your hand between your legs, trying to touch your needy cunt

You'd bite your lip, trying to muffle your little moans. Then you'd brush against your clit releasing a tiny gasp

Once I go get a drink you'd rub your cunt trying to reach your climax before I come back... But it feels just too good you didn't notice me standing behind you, watching you masturbate

Having fun there baby? Hmm? Don't stop, come on press harder.

Think about how dirty you're being right now, touching yourself in someone else's house, making them watch, letting them touch you like how I am now

Bet you want my fingers in huh baby? Come on use your words, tell me you want me to finger your pussy, tell me you need me, and that you'll let me do anything to you, anything