I am SO sick of people using ai for fics. Especially because they claim they wrote it themselves. Everything good that I have read I have either found to be ai or ai-assisted. I am especially upset because the majority of the fics that I read are in the avatar franchise, of which literally discourages ai greatly. You using ai for recreational activities like creative and FICTIONAL writing says so much about your character. It literally takes three clicks and a Google search to find you out. I don't know how many more times I have to say this, FUCK AI AND FUCK THE PEOPLE WHO STAND UP AND USE IT. ESPECIALLY FUCK THOSE WHO USE IT FOR ENTERTAINMENT. YOU'RE GROWN. put your damn fingers on the keyboard and start typing. I promise you that even if you think you suck, your human skill will be so appreciated. stop poisoning our online spaces with computer slop. start contributing. Hop off corporate dick and make something yourself. You are using fresh water to generate something you could make yourself. I crave human creativity, not the cold soulless slop provided by an algorithm.
guys i'm pretty sure it's common sense that you SHOULDN'T glamorize rape. do people GENUINELY not know that?
i stumbled upon a wukula x fem!omaticaya reader fic by m9yaa, and i wanted to check it out. little did i know that my eyes had skipped over the "dubious consent themes", and thought it would be an enemies to lovers fic or something. WELL TICKLE MY FIDDLE BECAUSE Y/N WAS STRAIGHT UP GETTING RAPED.
i will now do a re-enactment of the EXACT lines that appeared in that story:
"your body has already surrendered to him, even if your mind struggles to follow." (wukula says)
"i don't want this" (y/n says, REPEATEDLY THROUGHOUT THE STORY BTW)
"your mouth says no, but your body.. your body is shaking yawne." (wukula says)
"your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it." (wukula says)
hey so that's actually rape. like those are classic lines of someone who is actively taking advantage of a person who has clearly expressed they aren't interested in sexual intercourse.
i get the mangkwan are freaky and all, but ur brain must be rlly scrambled if ur writing something like THAT. i got blocked after commenting "im confused... isn't this straight up rape? why are we glamorizing this?", which confused me even MORE.
why ARE you glamorizing rape? when people have weird kinks, idgaf if BOTH PARTIES are into it. this is straight up someone being taken advantage of.
YES I KNOW it's just a random fanfic on the internet. BUT it's still a problem. i am hating on @m9yaa because the decision to write, review, and post that was so fucking weird and i needed to point it out myself since the comments on her page seemed to be eating it up.
when you put that kind of work onto the internet, you're setting a standard that (doing the act of)/(enjoying) rape is okay! which is ISNT. by blocking me, you essentially admit that you are glamorizing rape, and you can't get it through your thick fucking skull that its WRONG TO DO SO.
im gonna post rants every time i see bs like this because i STAY hating on total losers. and i rlly do hope m9yaa sees this and reflects on her actions! you're an imbecile, and you should see a psychiatrist if you think otherwise. don't be a fucking loser! (,,•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ,,)
Quick rant but please tell me why I had to block 20+ accounts this week alone in the avatar community cuz they either age up minors to write smut with them, writes smut with minor characters or uses generative ai for “their” images and writings
I AM SO TIRED 😭😭 and to note, all im saving below is IMO ⚠️
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“They are just pixels, its not that big of a deal,” or “they are fictional,” but imo it shows what kind of person you are. in general, within fiction and reality, YOU SHOULDN’T BE SEXUALIZING MINORS AND WRITING SMUT ABOUT THEM
“Theres no confirmed age,” in the avatar books (visual dictionaries) they show the age of the characters. I own this book and i saw their listed ages, so there is a confirmed age in the book, you can search it up and find their ages if you’re not so sure
As for generative AI, you are literally missing the point of the franchise. Ai causes harm to our pandora (earth) and we need our home to live.
“I cant draw so i use ai,” there is so many different alternatives to use instead of ai. Theres picrew. But then also, theres so many artists that would love to draw and/or help you make your oc. But if you cant find someone, Art is a skill. No one is born with skills, it is developed and it takes time and dedication (speaking from experience)
“I dont have expensive art supplies,” you dont need expensive supplies. You can still create art with a random pencil and paper you have laying around. Art doesnt have specific requirements to create, its all about having fun creating!
its not too late to learn how to draw and craft, i promise my loves ❤️ its never too late to learn something
And if you cant find an artist, or need help with starting with art, please msg me! I would love to help out as much as i can with art! I hope i can get people to love and appreciate art as much as i do, cause it is truly an amazing thing
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Thanks for listening to my rant. If you are typing to argue with me, please just do one search in google before continuing to comment ❤️ sorry if i seem rude but im so tired of seeing people defend ai fanfics and people who write smut about minors
One Shot - Older Neytiri x Younger Fem Metkayinan Reader
Neytiri Notices Your Efforts (fluff/kissing/mild smut)
Warnings - 18+ MDNI (to the smut veterans, this is my first writing, have mercy)
Background Context (this is based on avatar twow)
You develop a crush on Neytiri as she’s trying to settle in your tribe with her family. You start to do little things for her, to help her time with your people be easier somehow. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed
Author’s Note: this follows the events of atwow, where neytiri is struggling. you are the age neytiri was in avatar one and she is the age she is in the way of water
The Story
You love teaching the children in your clan about what it means to be Metkayina. Your history, rituals and rites. You always try to make it visually interesting for them
The tsahik had officially given you the role of teacher last year, seeing how well you bonded with the little ones.
Some of the parents were coming to observe the children tomorrow and you wanted to make sure they had something engaging and fun
You spend the day free diving for as many shells as you can find, going further out into the waters when you had exhausted an area
When you start to feel tired you swim to a big rock and climb on it to rest and snack on the food you brought along
You miss their first contact with your people, but hear later on from a friend that a Omatikayan family were granted uturu (safe harbor) by your tribe’s leaders, Ronal and Tonowari
In all your life, you had never seen other clans that were not reef people, except for the odd Tlalim (wind traders) members
You wonder what they might look like. From your friend’s enthusiastic retelling of their arrival, they seem very different to you all
As the day comes to a close, you collect all the shells you had dived for in a basket, ready for your class tomorrow
The reef is more peaceful when the sun sets, with only distant sounds of people gathering for dinner in their pods
The walk to yours is short and you soon find yourself lying in your net, exhausted. It doesn’t take long for sleep to find you
The following morning you get yourself ready for teaching, picking up your basket of shells as you leave the pod
On the walk over to your little school, a child runs into you knocking your balance and the shells scatter everywhere
“Tuk! Get back here!”, you hear an unfamiliar voice yell after the child as you’re picking up each shell
“I am sorry for my youngest, she did not see you”, the figure kneels in front of you, helping you gather
You notice her darker skinned hands and look up to see the Omatikayan mother
You mentally curse to yourself because she is the most beautiful Na’vi woman you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but stare
Her midnight blue skin made her stand out against the light colours of the reef.
Her tribal attire was made from materials from the deep forest, which were very unknown to you
Her voice was low and held some sadness, so did her eyes when she finally meets yours
You could tell she was taking in your details just as much as you were with hers, perhaps she had never seen Metkayinan people until yesterday
You smile warmly and laugh at the situation
“I teach children everyday, this is nothing”, you reassure her and she smiles gratefully at you
“These are beautiful, for your class?”, she asks curiously, picking up another shell
“Yes! I spent all day diving for them yesterday. I want the children to build a story with them”, you explain
She seems amused by your enthusiasm
“I used to love teaching the children in my clan too, when I was your age”, she reveals to you
She runs her thumb over a shell and you can tell she is deep in her thoughts for a moment
You feel that you should say something
“I am sorry, for what has happened to your people by the hands of the Sky People”, you start and she meets your gaze
“I heard such awful stories. I am sorry you have to be here, away from home”, you add
The mother looks as if she could cry, but gathers herself and clears her throat
“Thank you”, she answers quietly
Not wanting to make her dwell on bad memories, you change the subject
“Your youngest can come to my class if you allow this? I teach everyday”, you offer
She drops the last shell in the basket and stands up
“I will speak to her father, thank you”, she dusts the sand off her skin ready to go
You can’t think of things to say so you blurt out the random idea that comes to you
“I can teach you too, if that appeals to you”, your face turns warm thinking you’ve embarrassed yourself, but to your surprise she accepts
You watch her walk towards the ocean, where her children were taking lessons from Tsireya and you feel your heart tug
The rest of the day you find it difficult to focus, thinking bout her features and how much you wanted her to know more about the life she had
Days turn into weeks and although Tuk prefers to be in Tsireya’s class with her siblings, her mother prefers yours
You find yourself extending your class little by little, yearning to spend more time with her. She is your only student in the evenings
Instead of using the little school, she comes to your pod, which you share with no one
One evening as she is weaving with you, she decides to tell you her name and you exchange yours
“Do you prefer I call you Neytiri or Mrs Suli?”, you ask, sitting across from her and smile knowingly
“I think you know what I prefer”, she lifts her head and gives you a look
You laugh
“Okay Mrs Suli it is”, you tease her and she shakes her head and laughs
You cherish these kind of evenings with Neytiri, where she seems more at ease with herself
Your heart always warms up seeing her face but there was nothing like getting her to smile or laugh with you
When she really laughs, she does it with her whole body
Some evenings you repeat the history of the Metkayina clan, other times the rituals and rites, until she can repeat them to you herself
You notice how she gets frustrated when she misses out on details because she is a perfectionist
As you show her your tribe’s weaving technique, she exchanges some of her own knowledge
These type of evenings where she talks about the Omatikaya are your favourite above all else
Soon you come to know how she lost her older sister, her father, how she met her husband, each birth of her children, the miracle of Kiri, the complex feelings towards Spider and what led them all here
You feel drawn to her and can’t help but think she feels it too, even though it’s wrong
After she leaves your pod, you start to dream of her and when you see her face in your head, your hand naturally moves lower down your body
The first time you feel guilty, thinking of her in such lewd ways
But it slowly it consumes you, she consumes you
You feel more and more nervous when she enters your pod in the night
This particular evening when you are weaving, she watches your hands shaking
“Here”, she moves closer to you, the closest she’s been and reaches for your fingers
Great Mother she smells so good
“Still your hands, otherwise it will be uneven”, she smiles warmly, gazing into your eyes
You feel yourself getting hot as she guides your hands
You keep staring at her lips and she sees it, but remains quiet
“Do it this way, see”, she continues
After a few tries she stops guiding you but keeps a hold of your hands in hers and you look at her nervously
“Thank you for everything you have done for me since arriving here”, she begins, her eyes locked on yours
You feels your stomach flip and something warm run down your leg
Your face heats up
“Thank you for your lessons, sharing your home with me, hearing me”, she pauses and stares at your lips before looking into your eyes again
“Thank you for seeing me and understanding me”, she continues, eyes flick to your lips and back up
You stare at her lips and bite yours a little
“I notice all your efforts”, she finishes and her hands drop from yours, to your waist
“Neytiri”, you plead quietly, eyes wide
“Ma sevin, mawey”, she pulls you closer
Your hands reach for her shoulders and you wrap your arms around her
She lifts you up onto her lap and your foreheads touch
“Is this okay?”, she asks nervously
Of course it isn’t, but it feels too good to stop
You nod and she slides her hand to your breast
“And this?”, she asks, squeezing it
You hold back a whimper and just nod, desperate for her touch
“What about this?”, she gently grabs the back of your neck and brings your face down to hers
You close the gap hungrily, kissing her lips, pulling them between yours, with such an intensity that’s been building up for weeks
Neytiri reaches for her kuru and connects it with yours, making you groan loudly and drip more warmth between your legs when you feel her connection to you
She hums when you slide your hand from her shoulder down between her legs, moving her loin cloth aside to find her as wet as you are
You move your three fingers in a circle around her and she lets out a loud moan in your mouth as you continue kissing her
You pull back to see her unraveling before you and more warmth drips down your legs
She throws her head back slightly, her eyes close as you pick up your pace rubbing her
She bites her lips to stop herself from being too loud
“Is this okay?”, you slip two fingers inside her and her eyes shoot open, she looks down at you, mouth ajar
“Do not stop”, is all she manages to get out, ragged
Seeing her this way makes you want to work hard to give her what she needs
You lower your mouth where your fingers are pumping in and out of her and she leans back, propping on her elbows
You close your eyes and savour her taste on your tongue, swirling it around desperately
Her groans are choked and low, letting you know she is close
She sits up slightly and weaves her fingers in your hair, controlling the speed of your mouth
“Let me see your eyes”, she pleads with you
You open your eyes and she pants louder as she gazes into you
She watches your lips then your eyes interchangeably, the sounds of her flesh getting louder in your mouth as you lap her up
“You are perfect”, she encourages you, grabbing your hair in her fist
“Right there”, she guides you and you try to keep your eyes open for her
“You are such a good girl for me”, she whimpers, her voice huskier and you double down on your pacing
You want her to know how deeply you need her, how every time she shares her sorrows you wish you could make her happy
You start to hum on her, leaving vibrations which drive her wild
Her voice sounds primal as she reaches her end
“I will finish soon…in your mouth”, she swallows and bites her lip, unable to say anymore
The thought of her climaxing on your tongue is the final push you need to give her your all
She doesn’t last long before she closes her legs around your head, riding out her pleasure
Neytiri cries out your name, praising you and cursing in the same breath, as her body trembles over and over again
The scene is unbelievable and you take in as much of it as you can. The way her body rolls, the expression on her face of pure bliss
She finally lowers herself to the floor of your pod and you come up from her out of breath, crawling to lie your head on her chest
She runs her fingers in your hair, catching her breath and you close your eyes
“I have wanted you this way since I first saw you”, you share in between breaths, your heartbeats mirroring each other
“I know, you are my perfect girl”, is all she says as she leans down to kiss your forehead.
thinking about a fem4fem relationship with haley ౨ৎ
❀ she gets so blushy and giddy when you compliment her, especially during the beginnings of your relationship. she'll hide it at first, going back home and thinking about your words all night, but eventually you get to see her sweet smile more and more.
❀ at first, she saw you as competition, or maybe just envy. you're the new farmer, you're pretty, you dress in cute clothes like her, you're drawing attention away from her. she pouts and grumbles everytime someone brings you up.
❀ but then she starts looking for you more. she starts admiring your flower dance dress, she roots for you at the egg hunt, she admires you when you're fishing at the pier while she's tanning. she brings all this up to alex, just rambling, and he looks at her like "seriously?"
❀ alex sweetly informs haley that she has a crush on you. she gets defensive, but when alex starts listing off all these "symptoms" of a crush, she blushes more and more.
❀ even though she knows she has a crush on you, she waits for you to say something first. she'll make hints and seek you out, but in no way will she potentially face the embarrassment of your rejection. when you finally ask her on a date, she's over the moon.
❀ loves loves loves coordinating outfits. you'll have bikinis in the same color, cute silk matching pajamas that she bought out in zuzu, similar winter coat shapes, matching cowboy boots. she always makes excuses like "they were on sale if you bought two!" but you know there's more to it.
❀ she enjoys peaceful nights at the farmhouse where you're doing your nightly routines together in the mirror, haley moisturizing her skin, you applying pimple patches.
❀ likes having you paint her nails. you'll sit on the couch, or maybe the front porch on a swing, her feet lazily perched in your lap while you apply pink polish to her toes. and then you reach for her hands and she keeps them as still as she can for you.
❀ genuinely thrives so much on your praise and love. and she takes it so seriously too! when someone like alex compliments her hair, she smiles, but he doesn't know the work that went into creating the perfect windswept blowout look. but you do.
❀ there's usually never much discourse about who spoons who or who "wears the pants" in the relationship. dating haley is balanced and things just fall the way they do. you know when to be the big spoon for her and she knows when to let you lay your head down in her lap, her fingers running through your hair.
❀ this is so cheesy and typical but she really does like when you give each other makeovers. it's so quiet and intimate and she relishes in your gentle touches on her face as you do her eyeliner. (also imagine this with an alt!farmer, like someone who gravitates towards a darker makeup style than her, and how fun it would be to switch styles for a night in the house).
❀ lowkey though your bathroom is a wreck. a hundred bottles in the shower, makeup scattered along the counter, sweet sticky notes stuck to the mirror, necklaces and jewelry hanging haphazardly on an organizer on the back wall.
❀ no matter who proposes to who and who receives the mermaid pendant, the other will get something of equal significance. haley would opt for a necklace of her own, something with your initials engraved on it.
❀ loves giving and receiving flowers. her eyes just light up so much when she walks in to a fresh bouquet of sunflowers, having just been plucked from your own garden and arranged beautifully. she thinks you would be a florist in another life. she prefers walking around the valley, taking pictures and collecting the prettiest wildflowers along the way to present to you.
❀ speaking of taking pictures, you're her best model! she'll take photos of you working on the farm, photos of you lying next to her on the beach, photos of you posed on the bed, dressed in little to nothing. says you make the prettiest photos for her.
❀ haley's lowk a freak in some ways. she kinda craves to be worshipped, but also wants to worship you. so she thrives on praise in and out of the bedroom. adores having you kiss her, tell her how beautiful she is, and she returns the favor for you.
❀ the easiest way to really get her flustered and needy is to ramp up the praise, making it almost extreme. tell her she's a goddess, she's a queen, nobody else could ever compare to her, you're so lucky to have such a pretty girl in your bed. she'll be like putty in your hands.
❀ the top/bottom and sub/dom dynamics are relatively balanced. i think it depends on the mood and the day and how sleepy haley is feeling. for example, she'd be more of a willing and dominant top if she's had a good day, like when you've laid out on the beach together in the summer and she's gotten the privilege to watch your body in a swimsuit all day long. she'd want to be cared for and treated though if it's a cold winter and she's huffy and overstimulated from her coat and scarf all day.
❀ she loves mutual masturbation, but will never say it out loud. she'll look so pretty with her splayed across your pillows, fingers between her legs, her bright blue eyes looking at you intensely as you pleasure your own self. you notice just how turned on she is and note to return to it again.
❀ loves bathing together and shamelessly running her hands all across your body, chalking it up to just washing off the farm from you (her words not mine), but really she's behind you biting her lips as her hands graze over your breasts and thighs.
❀ she's always watching and admiring you working. she sits on the front porch of your farmhouse, watching you harvest parsnips with your hair pulled back, your usual feminine clothes having been replaced by old farm gear. she's thinking long and hard about everything she wants to do with you.
request by @i-cant-fkn-spell: varang x na'vi!reader who was banished for a crime from their clan and now seeks refuge in the ash clan. -> instead of reader getting banished, reader’s home got destroyed. i hope that’s okay <3
synopsis. varang and you had been friends in your childhood. years later, you have to flee your home after its destruction. you seeks refuge in the mangkwan clan with the knowledge of your old friend being olo'eykte and the hope that she will help you in your desperation — but varang is a changed woman, not the girl you once knew.
warnings. [ SMUT ] fingering, oral sex (reader-receiving), scissoring, edging, reader is a pillow princess, angst (mentions of loss)
a/n. guys this is my first wlw fic, hope it isn’t that obvious 😔🙏🏻
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“Varang, come on!” Your voice rang through the rainforest of Eywa’eveng, as you jumped from branch to branch, and slung from vine to vine. Animals chattered, chirped and hooted in the distance, leaves rustled and twigs shivered while the blazing sun barely breached the thick canopy of trees above the two of you, letting only a few streams of golden light shine through.
A giggle escaped your lips. It felt as if you had grown wings. You felt the wind blow into your face and through your hair while you jumped from one branch to another. You glanced down at the forest floor many lengths beneath your feet. So small now from above.
When you finally found your footing, you slowed just enough to steal a glance over your shoulder to see how much quicker you had been than your friend. You’d been moving fast, faster than you usually did and your lungs burned.
But Varang was nowhere to be seen.
Your hairless eyebrows drew closer together, your focus sharpening as anxiety began to seep in, creeping up the back of your neck, cold and unwelcome. You listened harder, straining for the sound of footsteps, or anything. Yet all you heard was your own pulse roaring in your ears.
“Varang?” you called into the trees. No answer followed.
The forest seemed quieter, suddenly. Eerily silent. You felt your ears twitch nervously, as well as the tip of your tail.
“Varang!”
The fear turned into panic, your golden eyes hectically scanning your environment and searching for cobalt-blue stripes. But nothing.
Did she fall? No, she would never fall. Was she attacked? Abducted? But then why hadn’t you heard anything? No shouts and no cracks, no matter how much you strained your ears for any hints. Worry was written all over your face and a fist of fear clenched around your ribs.
“Dah!”
The sharp hiss near your ear startled you so violently, you flinched, almost losing your footing and toppling down. Heart leaping into your throat, ypu pitched toward the drop.
Only a familiar pair of slender hands shot out and caught you by the waist, fingers digging into the naked skin. Shock froze you for half a second before the following sound reached your ears — A cackle made them perk up and your body flood with relief.
“That was not funny!” you exclaimed once you had recovered, blood rushing to your face almost immediately. Varang let out another giggle before letting her friend go. “I thought you fell.”
“I never fall,” she mused. “And you are too easy to frighten, hì'tsiyu [little warrior].”
Despite yourself, a grin began to form on your lips as well. It wasn’t as if you never did these sort of things. It has become more of a contest between you two, seeing who could play more tricks and jokes on the other. Judging by the lingering thrum in your chest, Varang would be insufferably proud of herself this time.
The two of you didn’t see each other that often — sadly — due to you belonging to different clans, but when you did, you cherished your time together all the more.
Varang strode past you, her usual cocky smirk playing on her lips, and balanced across one thick branch. Her swaying tail hypnotized you for a moment, before you forced your eyes upwards again. After flicking the vine that marked the end of your race, she turned her head over her shoulder.
“I win.”
Dead. Slaughtered. Beaten, burnt, or shot. Every body you’d seen told a different story of panic and cruelty, frozen in the dirt where the sky people had left it. Homes smoldered behind you, their walls collapsed inward like ribcages crushed by force. The air had reeked of smoke and iron, thick enough to taste, clinging to your throat long after you’d fled.
The entire village was gone. That was the truth you carried with you. Or at least, that was what you told yourself. You hadn’t stayed long enough to be certain. There hadn’t been time for hope. Only instinct. Only survival.
You remembered the sounds most vividly. The crackle of flames, the distant echo of gunfire, the screams. It pressed in on you as you had ran, each step away from the village feeling like both an escape and a betrayal. Turning back would have meant death. Staying would have meant nothing at all.
So you left with the image burned into your mind. Bodies, ash and helplessness. The idea that someone might have lived, calling out into the smoke while you disappeared into the air on the back of your ikran, was a thought you couldn’t afford to entertain. Not then. Maybe not ever.
You have been forced to leave the only place you could call home, and ever will call home.
Home.
The word left a bitter taste in your mouth, hollow and sharp all at once, nothing more than a memory now. A dream that had slipped beyond reach, never to become real again. You would never walk those paths after a long hunt, never feel the familiar ache in your legs as the village came into view. The trees that marked the entrance, the ones you’d memorized since you were a girl, would never welcome you back. All gone, in a mere blink of an eye.
You had seen it done. How a sky person only had to press a single lever with one finger on their metal weapon. Just one click. That was all it took for fire to roar out of it like a demonic cloud, hungry and unstoppable, swallowing everything in its path. Wood and flesh alike. When it passed, there was nothing left but ash.
Pain radiated through your body from all the bruises, scratches and wounds. The grey dust burned in your eyes and scratched your throat, while tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to move. There was no other way to survive. The people from the sky didn’t care about anything but themselves.
Move or die.
A sob shook you, tears streaking your dirty face, as you clung to the only one you had left — Your ikran. The only thing that reminded you of your home and both of you were now running from it. You hated how you didn’t fight, even though you knew that would’ve ended in your death.
You had been out in the forest, gathering and hunting food to bring back to your people, when the sky people attacked your village. The first screams carried through the trees like a blade, sharp and unmistakable, and you abandoned everything without a second thought.
You tore through the undergrowth, slapping leaves from your face and stumbling over hidden roots, breath ripping in and out of your chest. The soles of your feet burned, skin rubbed raw against the earth, but you didn’t slow. Not until the cries grew louder, and the truth waiting ahead became impossible to outrun.
You were too late. Coming to an abrupt halt, your ears dropped. Huge machines out of lifeless steel mindlessly trampled down everything in its path and set everything ablaze, like your village was just an annoying bug underneath their feet.
You remembered the roar and the relentless beeping of their machines, the noise tearing through the air and plaguing your ears until it hurt to think. You’d clamped your hands over them, pressing hard, as if that might be enough to make it stop.
You had prayed to make it stop, but it never did. The machines kept screaming, uncaring and mechanical, and your prayer went unanswered as the noise swallowed everything else.
Now, everything was too quiet. Wind rushed into your face, catching at your hair and clothes, clouds peacefully floated above you. The dark night sky gave way to a few bright rays, shining from behind the horizon. The sun would soon rise again.
Your tears haven’t stopped, not really. Exhaustion weighed on you like a stone. Your muscles ached, your fingers numb from gripping the worn leather reins. The ikran beneath you shifted restlessly, mirroring your own despair, its wings drooping under the strain.
You were alone. Adrift in the wilderness, haunted by loss and uncertainty, searching desperately for a refuge that no longer existed.
“This is stupid,” Varang exclaimed, a frown etched into her features. “They never understand.”
As the two of you walked along the path leading towards a lake, you looped your arm around hers.
“Do not let them spoil your mood,” you try to lighten the atmosphere. “But you did question the Tsahìk in front of your entire clan, Varang.”
She simply rolled her golden eyes. “You sound like them already.”
You poked her into the side, making her yelp. “I do not. Try being nicer next time.”
You could’ve just stayed quiet instead because she wouldn’t, but you said it anyway.
Varang’s faith has never been as strong as yours, or anyone else’s for that matter. When they prayed, Varang would roll her eyes. When they thanked their Great Mother after a feast, she stayed silent. When they visited the Spirit Tree to contact their ancestors, she refused to follow.
She has always been different. Questioning their way of life, asking when something was not clear to her and if need be, defending her opinions fiercely. Even if that meant being sent into the forest until eclipse to ‘connect to the world around her’. The elders were strict like that.
Maybe that was why you liked her so much — She did not follow blindly.
With a gasp, you awoke. Your hand shot up to your chest, feeling your heart thrumming quickly beneath your fingertips. A deep breath filled your lungs in an attempt to calm yourself, before letting it rush back out.
Mawey, you told yourself.
Yesterday you had stopped your ikran when the weariness weighing on your mind and body became too much to bear. Letting yourselves fall from the sky from exhaustion wouldn’t have favored either of you.
Varang, echoed in your mind.
Perhaps it had been Eywa’s will to send you this dream of your old friend. Perhaps not. It didn’t matter to you, for you were certain your goddess had a plan for you.
You knew where to go. You had a destination now — The Mangkwan Clan, of which your childhood friend was now Olo’eykte and Tsahìk.
Every Na’vi knew their story. A tragic fate, with no happy ending to offer comfort. Once the Great Mountain had erupted and spat fire into the air, it had swept over the entire Mangkwan village. The forest had burnt down entirely, their Home Tree with it. The fire only left a few Na’vi alive, their lives now marked by loss and sorrow.
You heard the whispers about what they have become since then. Brutal, egoistical, violent, ruthless, agressive… The list went on.
Despite it all, you trusted your instinct. Though you haven’t seen Varang in years, you trusted she would not hurt you. And you really hoped this instinct was not pure naivety. Despite everything you have heard, you remembered the goodness in Varang barely anyone saw but you. Remembered your games, your jokes, your laughs. Hopefully it meant as much to her as it did to you.
After the sun had come down from its peak of the day, the mountain came into view. Fire Mountain, some called it. Ashy and grey it stretched high into the sky, a dark cloud of dust streaming out of its top. Around it was nothing but a grey waste with no life at great length.
A small tingle shot through your stomach and your tail flicked nervously. The point of return was lost now — The scouts had already spotted you, you knew this for a fact even if you couldn’t see them.
Flying lower, you searched for a place to land. Despite the growing pit of dread in your stomach, you left your weapons in the saddle bag and made your ikran stay. The ash and rubble beneath your soles crunched slightly as you walked the rest of the way.
Suddenly it felt like a stone had lodged itself into your stomach. What were you thinking? You hadn’t seen Varang since you were both girls. She could be a completely changed and different woman.
But the only thing you had left was your faith, and in your faith you trusted.
Leaving your weapons behind and holding your arms out to signal peaceful intentions didn’t suffice, apparently — A bolas wrapped around your feet and made you fall forward instantly, as your legs entangled themselves in each other. When your hands and knees connected roughly and painfully with the ground, a grunt left your mouth.
Before you could even explain anything, a knife was held at your throat and multiple arrows pointed your way. The hisses, grunts and yells of the hunters filled your ears, increasing the feeling of dread even further.
“Oe za'u mì fpom [I come in peace]!”
You hadn’t seen the Mangkwan Clan since the mountain spat fire, and they definitely changed. A lot. Ash was smeared across their entire body, making them look weirdly pale for former forest Na’vi. Black and red paint decorated their face, arms, stomach or legs. Their clothing was dark. Metal scraps or bones pierced various body parts. After squinting your eyes a bit, a shudder ran down your spine when you realized they had all scarred their bioluminescent spots.
So the stories were true. You hadn’t dared to believe that they all turned their back on Eywa. Even if Varang had always defied their Mother, it was still a shock to you.
“Your Olo’eykte. Bring me to Varang,” you commanded, even if you seriously were in no position to command anything.
Instead of listening to you, the Mangkwan warriors kept hooting and hollering into your face, pressing the blade closer to your throat and restraining your arms behind your back painfully.
Frustration built inside of you. You had managed to come this far, you were not going to let those five ruin this.
“You can stop me here,” you said decisively, raising your voice. “Just be ready to tell Varang why my blood is on yourhands.”
The Mangkwan stilled. The moment stretched as the weight of the choice settled over them —Risking to end your life or risking the danger of letting a stranger into their camp.
The one standing in front of you held your gaze, his eyes sharp and unyielding. Seconds dragged by, both of you daring the other to back down. You saw his jaw clench in quiet frustration. At last, he broke the stare first and subtly nodded to his people. The hand at your shoulder loosened, and the cold bite of the blade at your neck withdrew.
A breath of relief flooded your chest, though you tried to hide your agitation. You shook the bolas from your feet, wiped the dust off your skin and straightened your back. No weakness.
Flanking you left and right, they walked you to the entrance of the village, if you could even call this a village.
The protective walls of the camp were the burnt remains from the trunk of their Home Tree, you realized with sadness. Dead trees stood around it and ikrans were shrieking above them in the sky.
With every step closer, your heartbeat picked up its pace. Every attempt of calming yourself failed, and the stares of the Mangkwan people as soon as you stepped foot into their home didn’t help at all.
You couldn’t think clearly. The words you wished to say felt heavy before they were ever spoken, tangled with time and distance and everything that had been lost in between. It had been so long since you’d last stood before Varang as a friend, and not as a problem. The memory of her laughter, her voice, felt out of place against the reality waiting ahead.
This wasn’t a warm welcome. It was suspicion, steel, and silent judgment. You could feel the weight of their gazes, thinking how you didn’t belong here. And they were right. You didn’t.
The thought of facing her like this made your chest tighten. Whatever bond you’d once shared, you had no way of knowing whether it still existed or whether it had burned away with everything else.
Quicker than you would’ve hoped, she stepped out of her tent, just as elegantly and gracefully as you remembered. As much as you tried, you couldn’t tear your wide eyes away from her.
Long slender legs crossed the distance confidently, her tail swaying behind her. The blue stripes of her once bright skin were now hidden under pale dust. Black paint had been smeared over most of her legs, as well as red on her arms and hands. A red stripe stretched from forehead to belly button, except for the lower half of her face, beneath the nose and mouth. She had blackened the area around her eyes with coal, making her yellow eyes seem even brighter and more penetrating. A headdress out of feathers sat atop her head, small animal teeth decorated her scalp. The necklace of a Tsahìk dangled beneath her chin. The top and loincloth were made out of leather and contrasted her pale skin. Where once gleamed bioluminescent freckles, scars adorned her skin. Sacrification from rituals, you guessed.
“Varang.” You bowed your head and lowered your eyes. “Olo’eykte and Tsahìk of the Mangkwan.”
Her eyes assessed you for a few moments, her gaze feeling like it bore right through you and into your soul. Your skin itched, uncomfortable under the intense stare.
“Leave us!” she firmly commanded the people lingering around them. Like a lightning bolt had struck, they flinched back and skittered away.
And then, your name passed her lips.
Against your will, your tail twitched upwards and you felt a warm feeling spread in your stomach. Heat rose up your neck, because you could feel how the corner of her mouth twitched upwards in satisfaction at your flustered state.
She sounded more sure of herself since you last saw her, to no surprise. She was a woman now, as were you. You could still recall her childish voice all those years back—
There was no time for this. You scolded yourself sharply for clinging to memories of what once had been between you. That life was years behind you now, buried beneath loss and distance, and yet it refused to loosen its grip on your memory. Pushing those thoughts away, you concentrated on the moment, but before you could state your intentions, the Mangkwan leader interrupted you.
“I heard what the sky people have done to your home.”
You dared to look up now, ears flicking in surprise. Varang tilted her head, slowly stepping closer. You instinctively held your breath.
“It seems your goddess has not heard your prayers, hì'tsiyu [little warrior].”
The words made you pause, your tail flicking sharply in irritation as a frown creased your brows. Of all the things you had expected from her, this hadn’t been one of them. How could she say this to you? After everything you had endured, after all that had been taken from you. She, more than anyone, should understand.
The ash Na’vi only smiled, which stretched into a grin. Bringing her painted hand up to your face, she let one finger glide across your jaw. Your nose twitched in irritation, a sharp breath slipping through your teeth as you resisted the urge to pull away. The closeness was unsettling and it made your muscles tense despite yourself.
Varang dropped her hand.“Come,” she said, and you did.
Walking after her into her tent, you were met with bones, metal and herbs hanging from the ceiling. But before you could really look around, she had taken both your hands in hers, which distracted you once more. Looking back up into her eyes, you realized they had changed. Somehow. Her pupils have blown wider, you could see yourself in those black pits. Her stare seemed enticing, alluring. It suddenly felt ten times hotter than before, like it burnt your skin wherever her gaze landed.
“So,” she spoke, quietly. Almost like a purr. “Why are you really here?”
You needed a few moments to answer, not quite sure what she was insinuating. “I came to you, because my home was—”
“Don’t play stupid,” she interrupted. Her hands crawled from yours upwards. Over your wrists, your forearms, to your elbows. “Why have you come to me?”
Various muscles in your body tensed, the reaction instinctive. It wasn’t only her question that set you on edge, but the way her touch lingered. Soft, unhurried, and entirely too certain of itself. Each caress sent a strange warmth through you, your senses blurring as your head began to spin.
The problem was, you didn’t know yourself. Not truly. You had been in a life-or-death-situation and the first person that had come to mind was Varang. The shared moments in light as well as in darkness. Your shared joy, your shared pain. It unsettled you how easily she surfaced then. Not just her face, but the weight of everything you shared.
“It was the only thing I knew.” The only thing I wanted.
Heavy silence followed your answer. Your gazes stayed interlocked, neither of you capable of looking away. Though Varang had done a lot to change her appearance since you last saw her, her eyes were still the same. Golden yellow and bright, like a window to her battered soul.
Pity overtook your heart, as you reminded yourself of why she had changed so drastically in the first place. She had always been impulsive, short-tempered and stubborn, yes, but never cruel. You hadn’t known her as such a violent person. The kind others whispered about in hushed tones, trading gruesome stories like warnings. It was said she killed her father and sister to seize control of the clan. If this was true, you didn’t know, but a voice in your mind whispered: If she didn’t do it, where were they then?
Perhaps the fire had burned away a part of her soul as well, on the day it wreaked destruction on her home and changed the way of the Mangkwan forever.
“Varang, what happened to you?” you whispered.
Abruptly, she turned away and a hiss rattled her throat. Not directed towards you, but at the memories your questions brought.
“You know this,” she spat, back still turned to you. “Your precious goddess decided to abandon us and she will see what comes of it.”
“But—” you tried to argue, though you could’ve already known it was for nothing. Varang would never See again.
“Why have you come here if you still follow a weak god?” she hissed. “You know our way. Choose yours.”
Your ears folded downwards, flattening against your head. The last thing you wanted was to provoke her to anger or push her further away when you had only just found your way back to her side. She was right — You couldn’t change her when she refused to, so why try?
“I came here for you.”
Both of you stilled for a moment, frozen in place as the weight of your words settled between you. A flicker of fear passed through you. Did you say too much?
The honesty of your confession felt dangerously exposed. She whipped back around with startling swiftness and her eyes practically devoured you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
“Is that so?” she purred, her voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. The sharp edge of anger had melted away.
She took a step closer, then another, until the space between you felt charged with something you couldn’t quite name. Her eyes never left yours, yellow and unblinking, watching the way your breath hitched, the way your micro expressions betrayed your inner unease.
“You came all this way,” she said, “through fire and ruin, just for me?”
There was something almost predatory in the way she moved, circling you slowly, her tail swaying with grace. But beneath it, you caught something else. Something that made your heart skip. A flicker of curiosity, perhaps even longing. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there nonetheless, lurking beneath the layers of authority and danger she wore like armor.
Your throat felt dry, leaving you unable to form words. All you could manage was a small nod. The air inside the tent seemed to press down on you, thick and stifling. Why did it suddenly feel so unbearably hot in here?
Both of you stood too close now, too close to simply call yourselves friends. Heat flowed through your veins, sudden and overwhelming, until it felt as though every inch of you had been set alight from the inside. Your face burned and your tail flailed behind you before you could rein it in, betraying stupidly what you refused to name out loud.
Her hands found your arms again once she stood before you, a grin slowly beginning to spread on her face. The soft tips of her fingers left goosebumps in their wake, sending sparks of excitement through your entire nervous system.
“Perhaps you are telling the truth,” she continued, making you gulp. “Perhaps not.”
You parted your lips to protest, to defend the honesty of your words, but Varang was quicker. She pressed one finger against your lips in a silent command to hold your tongue.
“I have my ways of knowing what drives those who come before me.” She opened her right palm, revealing a symbol etched into her skin — An eye surrounded by dark rays that stretched outward like flames. “But with you,” she drawled, palm finding your cheek, “I will try something different.”
Her hand wandered from your cheek to your jaw, and from there to the back of your neck. Her fingers wrapped around your kuru, giving it one firm tug. You gasped.
Before you could process the meaning of her words, she moved with unexpected speed. Her hands found your shoulders and with one fluid motion she pushed you backwards. You stumbled back and fell onto her sleeping mat, the world tilting as soft furs and supple leathers caught your fall. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, strands of hair falling across your flushed face.
Varang watched you intensely and began to move towards you with fluid grace. The way she advanced reminded you of a hunter stalking its prey. Her yellow eyes, which had always burned bright, now seemed to smolder with something darker and far more consuming. They held an intensity you had never seen before. Her eyelids were hooded, half-closed in a way that spoke of a barely restrained desire, of hunger that had been denied for far too long.
What you didn’t know: Your old friend had harbored this hunger for years, but she could never quite put it into words during your teenage years together. Back then, when you were both young and the world seemed simpler, she had wanted to ask this of you countless times but could never summon the courage to speak it aloud. The words would catch in her throat, trapped behind fear and uncertainty, and so she remained silent, watching you from afar.
But now, seeing you standing before her after all these years apart, desperate and vulnerable, begging for her help and her refuge in your darkest hour… She found that she could no longer hold herself back. The restraint she had maintained for so long crumbled away like hardenened mud. She craved you with an intensity that consumed her thoughts. And deep within your own heart, though perhaps you hadn’t fully admitted it to yourself until this very moment, you craved her just as badly.
You shifted your weight and propped yourself up on your elbows, your arms trembled slightly beneath you. Your mouth fell open in a mixture of shock and anticipation, your lips parting as you watched her with wide eyes, unable to look away. She moved with deliberate slowness as she kneeled between your spread legs, her body fitting into the space as if it had always belonged there. Troughout it all her eyes never left yours, making your heart wildly pound behind your ribcage.
“Varang—” you breathed, but she shushed you, “Quiet.”
A gasp tore from your throat when she ripped off your loincloth in one swift movement. The woven material cut into your skin before it teared with a snap. The ruined cloth fell away and landed on the floor, forgotten and irrelevant. Cool air kissed your now exposed skin, a contrast to the burning heat that radiated from your core and spread through your trembling limbs.
For many agonizing heartbeats, the Olo'eykte did nothing — Nothing but watch, while she studied every detail of you. How your ears lowered and folded back, a gesture of complete surrender that made something primal stir within her chest. How your eyes watered with desperate need, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. How your nose twitched and your breath came in short stuttering gasps that made your chest rise and fall unevenly. How your limbs tensed with barely controlled lust. How your thighs trembled on either side of her body, betraying the restraint it cost you not to rub yourself against her like an animal in heat. How your entire body shook beneath the weight of her burning gaze, your skin flushed and heated, covered in a sheen of sweat.
And of course, how your exposed core glistened in the low light, slick with arousal that had been building since the moment she first touched you. How it leaked out of you, your desire evident in the way moisture gathered and pooled, catching the light with each subtle movement of your hips. How it dripped down slowly, trailing past your hole, dampening the furs beneath you. You were so wet, so utterly drenched with need, that she couldn’t suppress a delighted giggle.
She licked her lips hungrily, making her fangs poke out from behind her lip for a second.
“All for me?” she purred, sliding one finger from your knee to your inner thigh. You mewled pathetically when she neared the area where you wanted her the most. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, anything to relieve the ache that had built to an almost unbearable intensity. But she stopped, and you threw your head back with a groan.
A harsh slap landed on your thigh, forcing a startled gasp from your lips as your body jerked upward.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, all for you!”
A confident smile settled on her face again, a sign of satisfaction that spoke of her absolute control over this moment. With torturous, deliberate slowness, she let two of her fingers trail to your folds, which made tingles shoot your lower body. She dragged them carefully from your entrance upwards in one long, languid stroke, gathering your slick on her fingertips.
“So wet,” she whispered, making your face heat up significantly. You felt so exposed, so bare beneath her sharp eyes, but the thrill excited you more than you could’ve ever imagined in your dirtiest fantasies.
Despite your obvious desperation — or even because of it — she retreated her hand and brought it in front of her face. Without blinking, you stared at her dumbly as she opened her mouth and placed two fingers inside, before wrapping her lips around them. When your taste met her tongue, she hummed. Embarassment burned through you, but still, you were simply unable to look away.
Any words you meant to utter got stuck in your throat and you only pressed your thighs together for the friction that you craved so desperately.
“I always knew you would taste as sweet as nectar,” she breathed, before continuing to rub your folds, smearing your juice all over your pussy. Her touch sent electric sensations through your entire body, tingling from your head to the tip of your tail.
You let your head fall back and closed your eyes in bliss, tail curling and back arching off the furs.
Her fingers slid lower, finally, making your chest tighten with anticipation. This was replaced by impatience very soon, when she started to tease you. Letting only her fingertips disappear in you, or circling the rim too slowly for your liking.
You needed more.
In a desperate attempt to fuck you on her fingers, you lifted your hips, which was only met with a giggle and the retreat of her digits. You whimpered again, “Please.”
“Greedy.”
And then, she gave you what you craved and begged so sweetly for: She slipped into your warmth with ease, your slickness allowing for little resistence. Your face contorted in pleasure and your mouth fell open, a sweet moan slipping out. Your walls tensed around her digits so deliciously, so perfectly, that she could feel the ridges inside of you.
“Is that what you wanted, kalin ‘eve [sweet girl]?” You nodded furiously.
Sinking her fingers into you to the knuckles, she began to curl them upwards and as soon as she hit your deepest and sweetest spot, you swore to see stars behind your eyelids. In your stupor, you grabbed hold of her wrist, but not to push her away — to pull her even closer, impossibly deep inside you.
A whimper escaped your lips, high and desperate, as her thumb began to trace maddeningly slow circles on your clit. So close, yet not close enough. Your other hand clutched at the furs beneath you, knuckles turning a pale blue with the force of your grip.
“More,” you pressed out, frustration growing with every second.
Varang stopped both administrations completely, making a whine rip from your throat and tears well up in your eyes. “I ask you now. Did you tell the truth? You only came here for me?”
Your back arched off the mat, your body screaming for more stimulation. “Yes, yes!” you pleaded. “Varang, please, I need you—”
“Tsk,” she scolded with a sadistic grin. “So greedy.”
Without any further torture, she lowered her head between your legs and a flicker of hope passed through your chest — which soon turned into relief.
Her warm mouth engulfed your clitoris completely. She sucked on it harshly, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, while her tongue lapped and licked through your folds in long, deliberate strokes. Spit mixed with your slickness, creating obscene sounds, that echoed through the small tent alongside your desperate gasps and whimpers.
Her fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside you, curling and stroking against that perfect spot with each thrust. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your clit and her fingers buried deep within you created a pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. Your thighs trembled violently on either side of her head, threatening to close around her, but she held them open with her free hand, her grip firm and unyielding.
You closed your eyes in bliss, as the waves of pleasure intensified. Your abs tensed, your breath came in short bursts and you were sure to release the pressure that had built in your abdomen any moment now. Her slender fingers pressing into her while her tongue stimulated her clit was perfect. Just a little more…
But again, she stopped suddenly. You cried out, stray tears of frustration rolling down your temples.
“You are just as impatient as I remember,” Varang taunted, raising to her full height. You wanted to protest, but quickly closed your mouth when she crawled on top of you, now hovering above your thighs.
Varang took your leg with surprising gentleness, her strong hand wrapping around your calf as she guided it upward. She hooked it over her shoulder, the position opening you to her as she slid between your spread thighs. Her own core, slick and heated, pressed against yours and the first contact made you both gasp in unison.
The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The heat, the wetness, the way her folds slid against yours with each movement of her hips… It sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your entire body. Your back arched off the furs as she began to grind against you, her movements slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that had you moaning helplessly beneath her.
“Look at me,” Varang commanded, her voice rough with desire. Your eyes fluttered open to meet her burning gaze, and what you saw there made your breath catch in your throat. Raw hunger and obsessive need, years of pent-up longing finally unleashed.
It made your core tighten and your abdomen stir with excitement, while your gaze hungrily took in every inch of her. Her burning eyes, the sweat clinging to her smooth skin, the way she moved so deliciously against you. Everything overwhelmed you in a way you weren’t familiar with.
Quickly that same intense pressure returned to your lower stomach, and your body tensed. One of your hands clung to her leg, while the other clawed into the fur beneath you.
Her rhythm grew faster, more frantic, as she chased her own release while pushing you toward yours. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the tent, mixing with your desperate moans and ragged breathing. Your clit rubbed against hers with each thrust of her hips, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core.
“Yes, yes, yes!” you gasped, your voice breaking. “I’m close, I’m close—”
She sent a smirk your way, and that was all it took. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming, and you screwed your eyes shut. Your walls clenching rhythmically as waves of intense pleasure coursed through every nerve ending. You babbled out a mix of her name and praises, your voice raw and broken, as your vision went white.
The sight of you coming undone beneath her pushed Varang over the edge. Her movements became erratic, grinding harder against you as her own release came closer. A guttural moan left her throat as her body shuddered with the force of her climax. Her hand gripped your leg tighter, her other hand bracing against the furs as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
You forced in a deep breath, as your climax subsided and blinked your teary eyes open. For a few heartbeats, neither of you moved. Your gaze lifted and held hers, both of you staring into each other’s eyes.
Varang blinked first and slowly released your leg. It dropped onto the mat, exhaustion making your limbs feel heavier than normally. She lowered herself onto all fours and straddled you, legs on either side of your hips. You gulped.
Her smooth hands slithered from your chest to your shoulders. You saw her tail swishing behind her in pleased satisfaction. For a moment, she only watched you. Watched how your breath still came in short bursts, how a few sweaty strands of hair clung to your forehead or how your perceptive eyes glowed in the low light.
“I enjoy you, hì'tsiyu [little warrior],” she purred, wiping a strand of hair behind your ear, “so I will keep you.”
You didn’t mind that at all.
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im so sorry that i've been very inactive, but i am hoping to post this z-dog x fem reader short today before i go to sleep!
i rlly wanna write some more yuri for avatar, but i lowkey have no ideas and tryna finish all the requests that have been sitting in my inbox for some time xd
Varang and you using that tsaheylu torture method to get each other off😣 god help me
ఇ when you first start dating she definitely uses it against you every time you give her attitude, immediately sending you to your knees and begging for forgiveness (she’s sooo into it)
ఇ obviously less torture more pleasure when you guys do it, she would never actually hurt you that bad
ఇ even when you first mate, she sent a small surge towards you, and you slap her thigh in annoyance once you come back into reality because she promised you gentleness
ఇ she bullies you constantly, teasing you with it, calling you weak for not being able to make her submit
ఇ when you finally muster up the strength to do it back..she sees stars actually
ఇ her little maniacal giggles the minute she realizes how much fun you guys are gonna have
ఇ anyone who walks past your hut at night literally anytime will hear back and forth grunts, moans, and hissing
ఇ they literally cant tell if yall are fighting to the death or fucking (probably both)
ఇ she absolutely adores the way your nose scrunches up when you hiss at the pain
ఇ enjoys it even more when you hiss at her
i cant go on any longer..i tried to keep this somewhat less vulgar but if i continue i might just lose my mind
Have quite literally been starved for a good Malevola x fem!reader fic.
Hear me out:
Mal and y/n have been friends since y/n first joined the team. Visually polar opposites (I imagine reader giving off that Angelic type in terms of ability/power which reflects on their appearance) but they get along well.
Mal kinda being a nasty freak who’s really into y/n and flirts hardcore and occasionally y/n will match the freak with only joking intentions- y/n is into Mal but chooses to ignore those feelings—
They go out to a club and some rando tries dancing up on y/n which Mal is extremely unhappy about to which she goes ballistic/or does something to the guy. Y/n is TURNED ON by this so they end up going back to Mals place and one thing leads to another… They obviously get freaky with it, all of Mals slutty fantasies finally coming to life and oh what’s this? y/n got some dirty thoughts too. I’m talking overstimulating, switch roles, praise kinks, hair pulling (horn pulling…), oral received and given, maybe a confession of sorts??
dark heavenly passion
pairing: Malevola x chubby!fem!reader
summary: Malevola and you have been friends for a bit, but you are conflicted about Malevola's advances towards you. Ignoring her for a bit, she invites you to a bar to winddown on a friday night, but it led to you wanting unwanted attention from a creep, Malevola took care of it and one thing led to another and...
a/n: sry but i hope u dont mind if i throw in some chubby goodness, i just need to write some more of it!!! and i hope u find this good, my 2nd time writing smut so i hope i did a good job....also UR PFP, WAS THAT JAY FROM THE KUBZ SCOUTS?? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OML.. and i got an idea.. should i write fem vampire !reader x dispatch girlies + sonar?? LMK
Thank you for the 100 followers!! Love you allll!!! <3
word count: 12.5k+
warnings: kinda proofread, bad writing ngl, creepy men (ew), bad attempt at dirty talk, making out, mentions of priv parts, language, mentions and acts of violence, fingering, body worship, scissoring, hair pulling, horn pulling, tail pulling, both are switches, mal being a freak, face sitting, mal begging, overstimulation (i tried at least), oral given and received for both, swearing, 69, edging, strap, protection (even if its on toys, still gotta be safe), slight praise, slight choking, plot to smut to fluff, Mal being a fat girl lover FRRRR.
MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT!!
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You were in the boardroom at the SDN, munching on a twinkie while waiting for the rest of the team to show up, when a red-pink portal opened up on the wall next to you.
“Hey Sugar,” A voice called beside you, and you know well that it was your close friend, and co-worker, Malevola.
“Missed you,” She spoke as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and held you against her.
“You saw me 20 minutes ago,” you replied, savoring the sugary treat in your hand.
“Too long without seeing your pretty face,”
You raised an eyebrow behind the pair of wings that acted like a mask, and rolled your eyes at that.
Robert started talking to the whole group but half way through you lost interest and zoned out, until you saw Malevola disappeared from your eyesight for a while and that the snack in your hand felt lighter.
You turned your head to look at her, saw her chewing something in her mouth and you immediately looked at your half eaten twinkie. You looked at her with raised eyebrows and scowl.
“Hmm, sweet,” Malevola hummed as she licked the twinkle’s cream from her thumb. “But definitely not as sweet as you.”
You had to fight back a remark and smile coming from your lips, so to protect yourself from endless teasing and your twinkie from being snatched, you shoved the rest of the treat into your mouth.
“You got a little something,” Malevola told you, but before you could wipe whatever was on your face, Malevola got to it first. She wiped the cream from your cheek and then licked it off her thumb. “You’re much sweeter.”
“Careful, don’t want you to get a cavity,” You teased. “With one, you can’t eat more sweets.”
“So… I can't eat you?” She questioned with a teasingly small pout.
Your head wings tucked closer to your face, hoping to hide the burning sensation that's spreading all over your face, and to hide the slight smile that formed. But it didn't seem to work as you noticed that Malevola's pout turned into a smirk, and that got you more nervous.
Once you calmed down, you gently teased her with your wing, gently rubbing the soft feathers against her chin.
“Maybe one day,” You giggled as you left the conference room, with Malevola shivering because of your touch, and the others giving you both looks.
“See, this is why we need an HR,” You heard Robert say as you pushed the door to leave.
It was only Wednesday, and you're already drained from answering so many calls from the past two days. But this specific mission was draining you more than ever. You and Sonar were assigned to find information about where some hostages were being held, and to bring them back.
The two of you were able to find the location, but it ended up breaking into a huge fight with the minions that had the hostages. You and Sonar managed to take out of the minions, but in the process you both got heavily injured and you had lost your weapon in some point of time of the fight.
The minions were piling on top of Sonar, even though he was in his bat form, he was being taken down and out numbered because for some reason, the minions keep multiplying every time you look back. You had to help him. So, grabbing one by one by their neck, you harshly pulled them away into your strong, large wings, making them unable to move and forcing them to look into your uncovered eyes. When they looked into your eyes, they were stunned by fear and so they would flop onto the floor when you let them go to go after the next minion to do the exact same.
What you didn't know is that while you were fighting, Malevola and Prism showed up as Sonar managed to request for backup before getting piled on by the minions.
Malevola knew she was there to give backup, but she found herself not being able to move. She was under a trance, and that was all because of you.
She couldn't help but watch as you gripped their necks, and pulled them close to stun them. God. She wished that was her in your grasp. She wanted to feel your flesh against hers, your hand in hers or your hands anywhere on her. She was lowkey desperate to feel you against her, especially when you got all those soft curves all over. She just wants to squish you, and bury her face in you, and never leave.
“Helloooo?!” You called out to catch her attention. “Hostages!”
Immediately she snapped out of the trance and went to go find the hostages.
“Soo that was hot,” Malevola came up next to you, as you watched the criminals get arrested and loaded up into trucks. “Can you do that to me?”
“Do what to you?” You questioned as you combed the feathers with your fingers, making sure they were straight.
You kept straightening your feathers until you jumped at the feeling of Malevola’s tail coiling around your waist and pulling you towards her, against her chest.
“Hold me by my neck,” She stared as she tucked some hair behind your ear, then went to straighten out some feathers gently. “And be the boss.”
A hot shiver crawled up your spine, and your body temperature rose a hell of a ton and your feathers ruffled out of their fixed state at her words.
“Awwee, did I ruffle your feathers?” She teased as she tried to straighten them again.
You tried to sound out words but nothing came out.
It was silent between you two, minus the background noises of police trucks and ambulances driving away. Until that is, Malevola spoke up randomly..
“Is it weird that I’m turned on right now?” She blurted out with made your brain malfunction. You had no idea what to say to that, and even if you did, you can’t seem to make yourself speak.
“When are you NOT horn-y?” You managed to ask.
“When I’m not near you, or not thinking about you,” She replied, her fingers going to your temples, gently massaging the base of your small wings which were connected near your temples.
Her touch against your temples was heavenly, it’s just what you needed to release the tension that was built up from the fight. But it got more heavenly when her hands gently traced all the way to your back, slight above your waist, where your main pair of wings were and gently kneaded out all of the knots.
It’s like she knew that you were aching there.
“Feels good?” Malevola asked which got a low ‘mhm’ from you. “You’re so cute, I just want to eat you up.”
You knew you should put an end go whatever is forming between you and Malevola, as its now setting in that you’re worried about it ruining the friendship you two had. You had no idea what to do.
“I don’t think friends do this,” you mumbled.
“Friends?” Malevola repeated, with a slight hurt tone in her voice.
Before you could reply, Sonar shouted at you two.
“Hey Lovebirds, it’s time to go!”
By the time that Friday hit, you were a walking confused and baffled mess. You haven't spoken to Malevola, as she was the sole purpose as to why you were so out of it recently and it would make your attempt at figuring out this mess more confusing.
You really like Malevola, yes more than in a friend way, and honestly wanted to be with her but your brain just cant help but convince you that she isn't into you like that. Sure, she flirts and says some dirty things, as well as constantly having a hold on you, but she does that with everyone.
What if she truly was just being friendly? But come on, being that touchy and saying dirty things is just being friendly?
And if she was, how would she react if you were to blurt out your feelings for her? What would she say?
Or what if she's playing a prank? No... she's not like that, is she? Or...
"Trying to give your dentist a heart attack?" Malevola asked as she rested her chin on your shoulder, peering over to see the mountain of sugar that was in your cup of tea.
You didn't reply as you just snapped out of your trance, and just signed as you put down the sugar container and stirred in the tea to the mountain of sugar.
Malevola must've sensed your sulking as she moved to stand next to you, but leaning against the counter to give you some space, in case if you needed.
"Something wrong?" Malevola questioned, some worry shown on her face
“Yeah.. just stressed about something,” You hummed as you took a sip of your much too sweet tea.
“Wanna… talk about it?”
You let out a small sigh and shook your head at her offer.
“No, but thanks for the offer,”
It was silent in the break room till Malevola lightly gasped which got you to look at her, to see a smirk plastered on her face.
“I know just want you need, love,” She spoke with 100% certainty. “You, me and the girls, go to that new club for villains? It’s a Friday night, been a tough week and I think we all need a way to relax and have fun. How about it?”
“I dunno, I was planning to cuddle up in my blankets and binge watch a series,” You replied as you sipped your tea.
“Come onnn loviee,” She whined. “It’ll be so much fun!”
You looked at her again to see her giving you adorable puppy eyes with a small pout.
“Is that your tactic to get me to agree?” You inquired her with a raised eyebrow.
“Is it working?”
You didn’t want to admit, but seeing Malevola pouting in front of you was kinda… hot to see.
“Fine,” You sighed, which broke out a smile on Malevola’s face.
“Yes!!” She cheered, clapping her hands together. “Prism says to wear something hot.”
“I’ll see what I can do,”
“I’ll pick you up at 8pm, sugar,” Malevola smiled before walking out of the room with a bounce to her steps.
You were at home, looking through your choice of clothes that would be wing friendly, look club material, and is considered hot cause of Prism’s requirement.
You stood in front of the mirror, admiring the outfit you threw together last minute that you took inspiration from social media.
You decided to wear dark grey, ripped, semi-transparent pantyhose, with black shorts that hugged your ass and curves well, as well as making your legs look longer. Paired with that, you wore a black crocheted mesh top with long sleeves, underneath that you wore a blue tube top, but it was too transparent for your liking just to wear it with nothing underneath. So to jazz it up, you decided to cover your mentionables with white tape, but of course, not directly to the skin but to a skin-coloured cover. You wanted to jazz it up a bit.
Before you could even consider any other options that you can jazz up your outfit with, a portal opened up to the left of you and Malevola, Prism, and the others came through.
"You decent?" Someone asked as they came through.
"Kinda late to ask don't ya think?" You asked as you adjusted your clothes to make it sit more comfortably, and check up on your makeup, even if your head wings covered the top half of your face.
"Hold on," Prism spoke. "Turn around, I need to see your outfit."
You turned to face to Prism, and then spun slowly to give Prism and the girls a 360 view of your chosen outfit. When you faced Prism again, she gave a approving nod, gave Malevola a nudge with her elbow, before disappearing into the portal with the other girls. Malevola stayed though, and her eyes were completely on you.
You raised an eyebrow at her, but she didn't notice and just kept staring at you.
"Stop staring at my tits," You warned, as you put on some platforms, then decided to tease her. "You may get hypnotized."
As you pass by, you made sure one of your large wings gently brushed by her as you walked through the portal and found yourself outside of the new villain club.
You could hear the heavy bass boosted music, hear the chatter from people inside, see people come into the place, and people coming out completely wasted, but it looked like it was a fun place.
But staring at the bright flashing lights, you realized that it may become awkward being packed into basically a room with Malevola. And it would be especially awkward because you literally just flirted with her, when you are still confused about everything that is going between you two.
Maybe you should refrain from flirting with her till yo find out if she is just as friendly to others in the same way, or if she's only treating you like this.
Before you can go down the endless rabbit hole, Malevola's tail wrapped around your arm as she passes by, to pull you into the loud and overcrowded club. You followed Malevola into the club and onto the dance floor, where she started to dance and encouraged you to join.
You smiled and accepted her offer, dancing the night way to the loud techno music, the colourful but blinding lights, and the shouts of people trying to chat up one another over the music. Being here with the music and your friends, made you forget about the all the things that was causing you stress, and made you focus on all the fun you were having. Eventually, Prism and the rest of the girls also joined halfway with drinks in their hands, telling you and Malevola that the bar had some specials going on.
"Hey!" Malevola shouted, trying to get your attention over all the others and the music. "I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?!"
"If anythere's anything fruity, then yes please!" You loudly replied to her.
"Is it cause your fruity?"
"Exactly,"
Malevola gave a smile and a thumbs up before basically shoving herself through the large dancing crowd towards the bar. You watched her until you could no longer see her. That's when you realized that you are alone. Prism and the others seem to have gone to find their own fun. You decided that this was a good time to just dancing lightly while taking some videos and pics to upload to your story.
You swayed leg to leg while on beat with the song while strolling on your phone, until you felt a pain in your wings, you look back and you see a crusty, gnarly guy with a hideous flustered expression on his face.
"What the fuck man?" You yelled when you noticed that he had one of your feathers in his hand.
"Sorry, hot stuff, didn't know how else to get your attention," The guy replied, which made you immediately look at him with disgust.
"Whatever you're gonna say, I am not interested," You dismissed him as moved to walk away, moving through the crowd to hopefully lose him behind.
Unfortunately for you, you felt something press completely against your back and you found out what it is...
"Come on, baby," The guy whispered in your ear. "Let me show you a good time..."
"No," You spoke sternly. "Back off."
"Aw, come on hotness," He pushed, putting his disgusting hands on your waist. "I just wanna dance with you.”
“And I said no, fuck off,” You replied angrily trying to get his slimy hands off of you, and tried opening your large wings to hopefully create some space between you and him.
It didn't work cause he had his hands gripping onto your hips with a vice grip, making it nearly impossible to create space between you and him.
You tried not to panic as you constantly tried to push off his hands, but only for him to readjust his hands on you, dangerously travelling lower and lower. That's when the panic really sets in.
“Come on, let me see that cute little face of yours,” He grinned as his hand reached for your head wings, to move them aside.
As he was reaching, a large red hand intervened by grabbing his hand and pulling him away from you. It was Malevola, and she stood between you and the man, looking a bit pissed off.
“What the fuck?” The man shouted at the tall demon. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Scram loser, she doesn’t want you here,” Malevola warned, frowning while showing disgust on her face.
“Oh and what are you gonna do?” He taunted as he tried to reach for you again.
Before you could register what happened, Malevola threw the drink in the guys face that was in her hand, and then landed a nasty right hook on the guy, which made him land on his ass. When the guy finally got up from that punch, he tried to push the taller lady but barely made Malevola move a centimeter, and in return she pushed him back on his butt. Obviously he didn't learn his lesson, as the creep kept trying to get to you and talk to you but each time, Malevola made sure to use force to get him further away from you.
During this whole fight, you couldn't help but have your eyes trace over all of Malevola... specifically how her muscles would flex when she was pushing, or punching the creep. You smiled to yourself as it dawned on you that she would literally take punches from creeps for you.
Yep, this moment of Malevola is going straight to your pants.
And it seemed like it did go into your pants, as you felt more hot than usual, and how you could feel your panties and yourself getting more wet.
Although you would love to stare at Malevola beating the creep with her fist and being turned on by it, you noticed that there was a girl on the opposite side of the dance floor pointing in your direction, whispering to what looks like a security guard. You didn't want Malevola to get banned from the bar as she seemed to enjoyed it before this whole mess, so you went to her and gently squeezed her arm telling her to stop punching the creep and to move somewhere else.
She nodded and followed you, but not before pouring the beer from the bottle her tail was holding the whole time, and dropping the empty glass beer bottle on his crotch.
You gave her a look for doing that but she just returned your look with a smirk and a wink. You led her through the crowd, and down the hallway, hoping that the security didn't see you two slip away from the crowd and he gets lost trying to look for you two.
As you held her hand you felt something wet, and when you looked you realized that Malevola's knuckles were bleeding. She must've hit that creep really hard.
"Thank you Malevola, you're so sweet for standing up to that creep," You spoke as you two hanged around the end of the hallway, as you gently massaged her hand with yours.
"He deserved it," Malevola huffed. "Did he hurt you in any way?"
"He plucked a feather from my wing to get my attention," You admitted lightly, still massaging her hand.
"He what?" Malevola asked as you, and you noticed that her expression got more serious and darkened.
She tried to leave, to presumably find and beat the crap out of the creep again but you stopped her by tugging her back by her hand, then grabbing her by her top and pulling her to smash your lips against hers. You can tell that you surprised her by your actions, but she quickly recovered as she leaned more into the kiss and wraps her arms around your waist.
Her lips were warm, soft, sweet but firm, and weirdly addictive. You could see yourself being absolutely high and addicted to her, her lips and her touch. But before you could get to that stage, she pulled away from the kiss to let out a little huff that sounded like a laugh.
"I thought we were just friends," Malevola teased with a slight roughness to her voice.
"Oh shut up and kiss me more, you hot demon," You giggled a bit flushed, but she smiled and granted your wish.
Her lips met yours again more firmly, a bit too roughly as your teeth clashed for a bit, but being high off of her, you didn't notice the pain that came because of it. Malevola kissed you like her life depended on it, and she held you like it too. Her large hands were greedily holding as much of your love handles as she possibly could. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and she pulled you closer so your tits were smooshed together, and that made you feel more hot and needy than before.
Malevola's hands travelled all over your body, feeling up your curvy body, squeezing and loving your waist, love handles, stomach, arms and back all while kissing you silly.
Not once did you stop being all over each other and kissing each other. You didn't stop when she suddenly pins you against the wall. Didn't stop when your lips felt tingly and hella warm, and didn't stop when you were running out of air.
Sadly, it seemed like Malevola needed to breathe so she pulled from the kiss and had a smiled plastered on her face as she took a moment to look at you.
"You're so pretty, my angel," She whispered as one of her hands held your chin, and her thumb caressed your tingling lips, smudging your lipstick onto her thumb.
She kissed your cheek, chin down to the side of your neck, stopping there to bite your neck pulse, and suck on it. You shivered as you could feel her hot breath on your neck, making it feel more like heaven every second, making you feel like your soul could detach and ascend to the sky.
You let out a small mixture of a moan and a huff as she peppers her love bites on your neck, not letting a single inch of your neck go unmarked.
"Adorable," Malevola purred against your neck. "Gosh, I can see you in my future... on top of me."
You felt Malevola freeze and her face warming up as it's still buried in the side of your neck and you giggled softly, hand sneaking up to her hair to comfort her.
"Aww where did you get that one? Google?" You lightly teased her as you scratched her scalp. "Well, you're on my to-do list tonight."
Malevola giggled at your words and she peppered more kisses on your neck and collarbone.
"My tongue craves your sweet insides," Malevola whispered in your ear seductively, which made you wetter and needy for her.
"It's your tongue's lucky day," You hummed, kissing her temple. "Wanna go somewhere private?"
Malevola smiled and peppered kisses all the way back to connect with your lips once more. You're hands travelled to hold her face as you kissed while her hands travelled to your thighs, gently pulling one up to her waist to tell you to wrap your legs around her. Once Malevola had a good grip on your leg making sure it was around her waist, you wrapped the other leg around her waist after wrapping your arms back around her neck for support. She held you up by the back of your legs as she made the portal, and walked through to enter into her bedroom while still having her lips locked with yours, not breaking once.
Malevola walked over her to queen sized bed, and gently placed you on the soft but cold dark blue-grey sheets, making sure your wings wasn't bent in some weird way as she laid you down. She made herself comfortable on your hips, legs on each side of your hips as she stared down at you, her eyes slowly taking in the sight of YOU in HER bed.
"You look so pretty laid out on my bed," She whispered as her face found itself back in the side of your neck, giving little nips to your skin.
"Aching to touch me?" You teased as you noticed her hands were slightly trembling, as if she doesn't know where to hold and touch you, or even where to start.
You gently pulled her into a kiss by her chin, then led her hand that wasn't supporting her weight, to your breast, resting her hand on your soft flesh. Malevola pulled herself back up, breaking the kiss and her touch that was resting on her breast, and she looked hesitant to do anything.
"I... would like to hear you consent... to this," She spoke softly. "I don't feel comfortable doing anything without hearing your explicit consent."
You couldn't help but smile when you heard her asking for your consent. Her sweetness and thoughtfulness could've made you melt on the spot.
You sat up so could hold her closer and feel her warmth as you spoke to her.
"I consent,"
Malevola smiled as you consented to her without a hint of jokes.
"Do you consent?" You asked back.
"I consent," She replied, giving a slight nod as she spoke.
Malevola then leaned in to kiss you again. It was slow and cold at first, but it sped up quickly and it turned warm and soft. Your hands held her by her waist to keep her close while she sits on your lap, and while she sat there, she wasted no opportunity feeling your back softness and taking handfuls to squeeze. When she gave enough love, her hands travelled to your waist then up under your mesh top to squeeze and hold your soft, warm, round breasts. One of her hands lets go of the warmth it had to support her weight as she pushed you down to lay on your back again.
"May I?" Malevola whispered in your ear as her other hand left your tit to fiddle with the crochet mesh top you were wearing.
You nodded and she gently took off your top, flinging it over her shoulder were it would land on the floor and she wasted no time connecting her lips with your collarbone. She pressed hot kisses that made you squirm, from your collarbone, to your shoulders, to your arms, hands, cleavage, stomach and your thighs.
"You're so hot," She whispered against your skin, along with..
"Can't believe you're here,"
"You're so pretty,"
"So soft,"
"I love your curves... I could drown in them,"
"I wanna bury my face in your stomach and never leave,"
Each compliment, bite, kiss, nuzzle and love bite from her made it harder to keep your eyes covered with your head wings. Each action from her made your control over that pair of wings harder to manage, you tried your best to cover your eyes as you didn't want her to get stunned with fear after she looks at them. But that failed as Malevola lathered your inner thigh with love bites and wet kisses, which made your body shiver and your wings jerk away from covering your face.
Malevola stops pressing affection to your skin when felt the shiver and looked up at you to tease you a bit, just to see that you were covering your eyes with your hands. She moves back up to see that you might be nervous or embarrassed, so in hopes, she presses some soft kisses on your jawline, chin and cheek.
"What's wrong, sugar?" She asks warmly. "Why are you covering your face?"
When she didn't get a response for a bit, she shifts so she was now sitting on your stomach. Then it dawned on her as to why you were covering your face.
"Are you worried you're going to stun me with fear?" Malevola asks softly, as her hands gently rested on your arms, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin.
You nodded at her question.
"Come on love, there's no way you can stun me with fear," She hummed, as she gently pulls your hands from your eyes. "Trust me, my love."
You held your breath as she moves your hands from your face, and all you could see that she froze, but not from the inflicted fear from your powers... but she froze in... admiration? She held your face in her hands, and absolutely peppers kisses all over your face, not a single skin cell going without being drowned in her love. She kept pressing kisses as she kept complimenting you further.
"You're so pretty!" Kiss.
"Cutie pie," Kiss.
"Pretty girl," Kiss.
"My angel," Kiss.
"But now that means... you can look fully when I do this...," She whispers as she moves her hands to your tube top and gave a look, want your permission to remove it.
When you nodded that top was thrown away, never to be seen again, then she moved to the skin-coloured covers with the taped X's on them, then looks at you again. When you gave her a nod, she gently and carefully peeled the covers off your breasts, then placed them on her nightstand. When she faced you again, her hands immediately cupped your inviting tits, then she buried her face into them, like she was trying to assess if they would make good pillows later.
When she knew that your eyes were on her, she slowly took your right tit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard nip, making you breathe heavier and heavier as the pleasure grew and grew. Her tongue spreading her warm saliva around your sensitive nipple made you shiver at every other swirl, it was driving you insane, but Malevola turned it up a notch by pinching your other tit. Malevola watched as your face churned into a pleasurable expression as her two fingers pinched and swirled your other tit as she sucked the other.
A pain shot through your body, making you softly squeak. You looked down to see Malevola burying her teeth into your soft mounds, leaving bite marks. She let go of your right nipple with a small ‘pop’ just to immediately fill her mouth with your left tit. She practically had a whole titty in her mouth.
You shivered as the cool air mixed with the warmth of her saliva that was left on your nip, making your slightly shaking legs close as much as they can as you basically saw heaven from the sensation, squishing Malevola in the process between the plush of your thighs. As she swirls her tongue around your nip with restlessness, she teased you with her right hand slowly tracing down your body to duck under the black shorts you wore today.
Her fingertips could feel the wetness of your heat through the pantyhose that you wore. She gave mercy on your tit by letting it go, just to look up at you and smirk.
"You're soaking," She chuckled with a roughness to her voice. "Is this all for me?"
Her fingertips found the sensitive spot and starts rubbing it at a agonizing slow pace. Your chest heaves as your back arches into her touch, just silently begging that she would stop teasing you and resolve the heat and aching that is happening in your pants.
"Look at you.. all desperate for me," Malevola teases with a smirk as she finally grants your wish.
Her fingertips slipped under your pantyhose and panties, finally reaching your wet weeping heat that was begging for her touch. She teases you by slowly rubbing between your lips, but eventually and gently inserted a digit. She moved her finger at a painfully equal slow pace, but at least she wasn't teasing you like hell. Her digit moved in and out, coming out covered in your wetness as her finger filled your walls. You gasped as you felt Malevola add another finger, stretching you a little bit around her two thick fingers as they slowly pumped into your gummy walls.
You signed in pleasure as your eyes fluttered close due to the evenly-paced, making you tilt your head back to rest on the pillows behind you as Malevola's fingers kept exploring your walls.
You felt dizzy, but the good type of dizzy. The soft, and tingly kind. But it that feeling popped when you realized something...
Malevola usually had extremely long and sharp nails... and her fingers are currently in you... it would hurt.
It felt like Malevola could read your mind, because she smirked and left a smooch on your lower belly, and left a small nibble sensation there too.
"I had a gut feeling that I should cut my nails before I headed out," She whispered as she stopped her pace and removed her fingers from your pants, which got a very annoyed huff from you.
"I know I know, love," She hummed as she hurriedly tugged your shorts down your legs, to be discard somewhere in her room, your pantyhose and shoes followed suit. Although she kept your panties on, her eyes fixated on them.
"Wore your lacey ones for me?" She whispered as she kept staring at them. "Mind if I keep these?"
She let out a low chuckle as she pushed your black panty bottom aside, which allowed her to press kisses on your lips and lick between the folds, making your whole body shiver and arch towards her. Malevola hooked your thighs and pulled you closer so that she could eat you out more efficiently, and that is by having your thighs resting on your shoulders. Since her arms were hooked around her thighs, her arms could have a nice comfortable resting spot as her hands gently held open your folds to allow her love on your puffy folds.
She licked the insides of your folds, before slipping her tongue into your gummy walls, exploring the tight space with fiery passion. Her tongue moving in a circular motion which made you see bright sparkly stars and made you moan her name in breathy moans. Her tongue hit a sweet spot which made your hands shoot out to grab anything... which would be her hair, to bring her closer to your heat so her warm tongue could be deeper inside of you.
Your eyes squeezed shut as she moved her tongue faster deeper inside of you, getting dirty whimpers and moans to slip out of your mouth and each swirl made your back arch a little more each time to get her hot, skillful, and fast tongue deeper into your cunt.
The whole time the tingling sensation never left, but only got thicker and stronger, but although it was strong, it was threating to snap any moment and release the brewing mad storm onto Malevola's face.
"You'soun s'good, baby," Malevola grumbled against your cunt, sending vibrations straight to it and making her nose bump against you.
You gripped her hair tighter in your hands as the knot in your stomach was very close to snapping, but it got more intense as she inserted her two digits back into your gummy walls, and you didn't want to snap when she just started to pleasure you more intensely. But no worries for you cause after some time of your whimpers and moans being in sync with the pumps of her fingers, Malevola removed her digits from your gummy walls with a small ‘squelch’.
You whined and grumbled when she stopped as soon as you were close. You looked down at her with your slightly unpleasant expression and she just looked up at you with a smirk. She sat up so her hands could peel off your lacey panties from your heat, seeing a string of wetness stretch as she pulled it down your legs.
Malevola gently pushed you to side after throwing your panties somewhere, so that she could take your place in the middle of the bed, making you raise an eyebrow and question what the hell she was doing. Once Malevola got into a comfortable position she didn't waste no time in puling you up to your face, and it made you realize that she wanted you to sit on her face.
"No way, Mal," You refused as she moved your thighs to each side of her head, but you moved just to sit on her chest. "I'm too heavy for that."
"Angel, you won't be to heavy for me," Malevola reassured as she tried to tug you by your thighs to sit on her face. "I want to drown in you, in all possible ways.. so please, love."
"You won't just drown, you would suffocate in the afterlife if I do sit on your face," You mumbled but you could tell Mal wasn't buying it.
"Please my love," She begged and looked at you with a pout.
God dammit, that pout... it's your weakness and she knows she can get anything she wants from you with that simple pout of hers. But on the other side of things, you could feel the knot in your stomach fade away and you were so close.
"Even if... it would be the best way to go out," She hummed, tugging you closer... and you allowed her, letting her pull you so your seeping heat would be over her mouth.
You tried to hover but she didn't allow that. With an offended scoff, she gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you down, and kept her hold on you so you couldn't move from sitting on her face.
She dove back into your fat pussy and latched onto your special bead with her tongue, rolling it around as if it were a lollipop.
You hands went to hold one of her horns and the headboard in front of you, trying to keep yourself sturdy as your whole body felt like jelly as her tongue did magic to your bead. The tension in your stomach became stronger as she swirled her tongue around in '8's, 0's, o's, and at one point, you think she was spelling her name with her tongue.
"Oh fuck," You breathed as Malevola was relentless against you, dragging you over the edge.
You moaned and whimpered with each movement of her tongue, gradually getting louder and louder to the point where it was pornographic as you got closer and closer.
Your hold on her horn got tighter as you let out one loud, raw and breathy moan as you felt the tightness in your lower stomach snap, making your whole body shiver as the warmth gushed all over Malevola's face. Even after your release, Malevola still had her face buried in you, but she did move her tongue slower to help you ease back into a comfortable state after your high.
After your high, you decided that Malevola needed some loving back so you let go of your hold on her horn and the headboard, and leaned back to trail your hand down her body to bury them under her pants to start teasing her through her panties. You giggled softly as you could feel the wet spot in her panties with your fingers. You smiled to yourself as you could feel the face expressions Malevola was making as her nose would bump into your clit, and the pauses of her slow tongue movements as your fingers worked on teasing her folds.
Malevola got wetter and wetter with each circular motion your fingers did against her heat, absolutely soaking her panties to the point you can easily sink two fingers into her gummy walls. You grumbled as her pants were in the way so you pulled yourself up, turned around, and sat back down on her face due to her tugs pulling you down, which gave you a better angle to take off her bottom garments easily.
You took off her pants, panties and shoes, tossing them somewhere in the room to be with your discard clothing she took off of you some time ago. Then once her bottom half was bare, you gently spread her legs, making her seeping cunt meet her bedroom's freezing air, making her clench around nothing.
Malevola shivered and tried to close her legs, but your hands that were on her thighs stopped her and pressed her legs further apart. You took revenge on her for her teasing you so much by gently spreading her folds with your fingers to blow warm air against it. She jerked her legs closed but couldn't as your head was in the way, so her legs were just squishing your head as you buried your tongue into her walls.
Every movement of her tongue that she does against your clit, you did the same against hers, letting her get a taste of her own medicine. Although you wanted to keep pleasuring her the same way she did for you... you wanted to get revenge on her for torturing you and you wanted to see her get overstimulated all just because of you.
You sat up and tried to get off of Malevola's face but she didn't seem to agree with your actions as she flipped you guys over so she was on top. You grumbled as you wanted to take a turn in making her feel good, so you reached out and grabbed onto one of her horns. You pulled her off of you by her horn, then gently pushed her to lay on her back as you got up.
"Not this time, love," You whispered with a slight hoarseness to your voice as you gently grabbed her left leg, and put it to rest on your shoulder as you sat against her other thigh with your cunts almost touching. "I'm in charge now."
As the last word came out in a whisper, you gently pushed your heat against hers, ever so slightly rubbing yours up and down against hers. You were testing the waters.
Malevola's face twisted into one of pleasure, mouth agape to let out every little huff and moan, and eyes closed as the feeling of your heat on hers was divine.
When you saw her getting her mind blown, you slightly sped up your pace of movement, gaining soft whimpers and moans from her.
"O-oh fuckk," Malevola let out a cross of a moan and whisper.
You continued grinding your heat against hers at a fast, even-paced motion, granting Malevola constant pleasure while you gained her hot moans. You pressed kisses on her knee and thigh as you kept going, making her back arch towards you and her eyes roll back.
You closed your eyes as you rested the side of your face against her thigh, trying to permanently store the sight of her under you, being pleased out of her mind by your hot chubby self. You couldn't believe that you are in bed with the hottest demon woman whom you had a massive ass crush on since the beginning, and she's drunk on the pleasure you are giving.
You smiled to yourself but you hear something coming from Malevola that made you open you eyes.
"I love you," Malevola babbled while drowning in arousal. "Ohhh my goddd, I love you."
Your brain froze as you tried to register the words that are coming out of her mouth, while speeding up the pace in rocking your cunt against hers.
"You love me?" You asked softly.
"Since I first saw you," She moaned as she felt you get rougher with your movements. "I wanted you in my- oh- arms, but I couldn’t just scoop-oh- you into my arms and kissed you silly.”
You smiled to yourself as you couldn't believe that Malevola, THE Malevola, would desire you.
"Oh Mal," You whispered pressing kisses on the side of her knee. "You wanted me that badly?"
Malevola bit her lip to try to suppress her onslaught of moans that were coming, but she managed to nod her head slightly. You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at the thought that you had a badass demon underneath you, confessing her love for you while she was squirming from your hot touch.
"Just how much do you love me?" You whispered, but all you got from her was a loud, sharp moan that slipped out. "That much?"
"You're so perfect," You whispered against her inner thigh, making her shiver even more as she felt your breath when you placed a few kisses and love bite on her soft skin.
"Please," She whimpered as you kept rocking into her, giving you a hint that she was close.
"I guess that means... you're mine," You whispered as you slowed your pace down ever so slightly, which made her mumble out a 'no' in protest.
"You're not mine?" You pouted, slowing your pace a bit more to edge her.
"M'yours," Malevola moaned faintly with a slight slur in her voice. "Jus' please."
"You're so cute when you beg," You giggled when you stopped your moment to adjust your position to have an easier time to go at a faster rate.
You took her leg that was on your shoulder, and pushed it towards her and held it up to you by the back of her knee as you you got yourself into position. Your left leg rested near her leg that was push against her, and the other was on the side of her other leg. You pushed your soaking heat against hers, creating a wet squelch sound as you slowly started rocking into her.
Each rock of your hips would get faster and rougher to the point where you were also making her bed shake along with her. Although you were setting a fast, rough pace, Malevola disagreed with it as her hands gripped onto hips, pushing you more into her with each motion of your hips. Additionally, it seemed like she was making sure that you wouldn't move away from her other than just to give her pleasure.
"Wow," You giggled as you watch as her whole body gets rocked by you. "At this point, you want me in you."
You felt her fingernails dig into your hips, trying to ground herself as she got closer to the edge of release, but... you didn't give it to her by you slowly slowing down your pace.
"Oh you... mmph," Malevola groaned at your torture.
Since she had her hands holding your hips she tried chasing her own release by moving your hips to grind your heat against hers.
"My poor baby," You hummed as you nuzzled your nose against her jaw. "I'm sorry for teasing you, my love. I'm being selfish... I just want you to be under me for as long as possible."
She moaned in your ear as she wrapped her arms around your neck, keeping you close as you left love bites on her jawline while starting to pick up the pace once again.
"My poor baby... suffering all because of me," You whispered as you smother her jaw and neck with kisses.
"Faster," Malevola groaned against your ear which made you shiver and break down your defenses a bit, making you realize that you were also very close.
You sat up and immediately started to rock you cunt against hers in a '0' motion, getting faster with each circular motion completed. Your and Malevola's moans aligned with each other in perfect sync, the tension getting tighter and tighter, threatening to break at any time.
"Im'close, luv," She whimpered. "I'm yoursss."
"You're so sweet," You tired to whisper but it came out as a moan. "I love you."
Her lips stretched to a slight smile while still biting her lips as you moved faster against her. Her moans got slightly louder and louder till it died down completely, and then you felt gushy warmth against your heat which told you that Malevola had released. You kept up your rocking motion as you watched as Malevola's face relax from her high, with your tension snapping, following hers.
Even though that you both just finished, you kept slowly rubbing on her, just to ease you both out of your highs, but Malevola looks up at you with lust in her eyes.
"What?" You whispered as you noticed the look in her eye.
Malevola didn't respond but she pulled you down into a rough kiss, arms wrapped around your neck to pull you closer while her tail coils itself around your thigh, keeping you in place. Before you return the same passionate feeling towards her, she pulled back with your lip caught between her teeth for a moment before she let go of your lip to press hot kisses along your jaw to the edge of your ear.
"I want you inside," She sweetly whispered against your ear.
It took you a few seconds to realize what she wanted, but as soon as it dawned on you, she was already reaching into a portal that she had created and pulled out a a strap with a toy that so happened to be in your favourite colour.
You raised an eyebrow when you looked at the toy, and then at her.
"What?" Malevola questioned you when she saw your face expression. "Oh.. I was dreaming of this moment."
"Oh you're a freak," You hummed softly, lips barely hovering over hers. "But you're my freak."
You pressed your lips against hers in a rough, hot kiss. Your lips moved in a firey passion against hers, leading her through the kiss while she fiddled with the strap in hand. Sure it would've been easier and faster to put it on yourself, but the way that Malevola refused for you to do it, created a huge sense of intimacy between you two.
You pulled away from the kiss to giggle at the feeling of Malevola struggling a bit to put it on you. She parroted you with a giggle, as she undid the multiple small straps of the strap and redo them, but securely around your upper thighs and hips. She tugged the straps coiled around your body to make sure that they were lose, but once she finished she couldn't help but squeeze a handful of your ass.
"Greedy girl," You whispered against her cheek as her hands kneaded the plush flesh of your ass, moving down to squeeze your thick, plump thighs in her large hands. "Really greedy."
Malevola finally lets go of her hold on you to place the toy inside in the ring located on the base of the strap, making sure that it was secure as well as having protection on it. While she make sure everything was ready, you sneaked your hands underneath her top, gently tugging down her strapless bra to unclasp it so it can join your clothes that were on her room's floor.
Your cold hands cupped her warm perky tits, making her shiver and moan softly as your cold thumbs circle her nipples as you sat up.
"You're so beautiful," Malevola hummed as she took in the sight of you wearing the toy, her eyes greedily taking you in. "Maybe you should be on top of me more often."
"Maybe I should~," You hummed with a teasing tone of voice.
As your thumbs continued their teasing on her tits, you looked down to see what you were working with. A toy that was roughly 5 inches long with the girth that would make up for its length. It was also made with silicone in the exact shade of your favourite colour. As you looked at it, you couldn't help but think that Malevola bought it specifically for this moment, and specifically for you.
You leaned down to press kisses on her abs as your hands pushed her shirt up to expose everything from the bust down, gently trailing slow, hot, wet kisses up her body to latch your mouth onto her breast.
Your tongue swirls around her right mound over and over, leaving your warm, wet saliva to keep her hard tit tingly. Your left hand pinches and swirled her left tit, as your mouth worked hard on her right one. Eventually you swapped to pay attention to her other titty, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, making Malevola shiver and moan faintly underneath you.
Your right hand ghosted her skin as it trailed down her body till you could cup her heat. Your two fingers gently slipped between her semi-sticky folds, testing to see how soaked it is, and gently slipped your two digits into her gummy walls with ease.
"Oh wow," You breathed against her breast when your lips decided gave mercy to it by letting go. "You're so wet... all of this for me?"
And with those words, you pumped your fingers with more passion, energy and desire to make the demon under you feel high with ecstasy.
With every pump of your digits, you gently curled your fingers upwards, making Malevola clench around you while her legs and lower stomach jerk suddenly, letting out a breathy moan. Your skillful fingers had found her weak spot, and they did not forget where it is as they kept bumping into it, making the demon under you squirm.
You looked up to see Malevola with her head thrown back against the pillows, completely high out of her mind as your fingers kept punishing her g-spot, making her clench harder and harder around your fingers. You giggled softly cause you though your finger would snap off if she clenched any harder.
You hummed as you decided that it was time to swap your two digits with the strap Malevola had put on you. It seemed like Malevola was ready for a change due to the amount of pressure she was applying to your fingers, but you also needed to change to give your fingers a small break. So with a few more rough bumps against her g-spot, you gently slid your fingers out with a squelch so you could get onto your knees, but Malevola had a different idea as she pulled you down into a harsh, rough kiss.
The kiss took your breath away as her lips moved against yours furiously, it was like Malevola was trying to tell you that you were hers and you're never escaping her love, or her.
Sure, that kiss may not be what she was trying to tell you through it, but you would like to be delulu and imagine that's what it meant. So, with that feeling you kissed her back, telling her just how much you desired her and how lucky you were to be with her at that moment.
Malevola's hands cupped your face in her hands, moving her tongue to poke your lips to ask for permission to enter your mouth as her tail gently tugs you closer, trying to get the toy strapped to you fill her empty walls.
But you caught up in the moment and distracted by the soft lips of Malevola, you didn't notice the constant tugs of her tail around your thigh. You, as clueless as ever, was only focused on how warm and safe the kiss felt, even if it was rough as hell.
Malevola pulled away from your lips with a huff, and a scowl, her hand reaching down to pull your hips by the fabric making the toy align with her aching heat. You realized what the tugging of her tail meant and you just smiled, pressing small apology kisses on her cheek as the tip of the toy pressed between her folds, teasing her walls as it was slightly pressed in.
You slid your hands underneath her shoulders to hold her as you started to rut the toy in and out of her walls. Like you, Malevola had her arms wrapped around your back, her hands digging her fingertips into the skin as the toy sinks in and out of her cunt.
"Deeper," Malevola breathed and you granted her wish, slowly pushing the toy in her walls as you were worried that if you didn't go slowly as it stretched her tight hole out it would hurt her, and you didn't want her to be in pain.
You watched Malevola's face as it contorts into one of pleasure, eyes closed, mouth agape as the toy stretches her out. You smiled and pressed a few reassuring kisses to her cheek, telling her that she's doing amazing.
"You okay?" You asked softly, getting a nod from the demon.
You waited a few moments to let her adjust to the size, before slowly moving your hips to thrust the toy in and out cause of the signal she gave you with her tail. With that signal, she also held you tighter against her body, pressing your body harshly against hers, creating more pleasurable friction for the both of you. Both pairs of tits were pressed completely against each other, hard nipples creating a hot tingling sensation due to your rocking movements against her body.
Malevola's hands travelled to hold you by the back of your head, pulling you closer so you could hear every single hot, raw, breathy moan she lets out in your ear. You pressed a kiss to her pointy ear as you sped up your now thrusts, being completely selfish due to you wanting to hear her whimper and moan more.
"Babes," She whimpered, opening her eyes to look at you as one of her hands cupped your cheek, making you look at her. "Let me hear you."
You were somewhat shocked, but more so turned on by her request. She also wanted to hear every little sound that came out of your mouth while you continued to make love to her.
"Really?" You questioned softly.
"Really," She confirmed with a small smile, which you returned.
You gave her a small peck on her lips before sitting up so you were somewhat in a missionary position. Her hands slipped down to yours, bringing them to hold her by her waist but then after she didn't know where to put her hands, so you grabbed her hand, and rested it against the curve of your breast.
You hand went back to hold her waist so you could start moving your hips again, starting off with slow small thrusts and gradually getting quicker with each thrust, to the point where the bed also started rocking.
You let out a small grunt as you repeatedly slipped the toy into Malevola, the plaything making sure to kiss every inch as it comes in and out. She squirms underneath you, back arching as she tries to get the toy deeper, but because of that her large thighs caught you between, squeezing you with lots of force. You grunted as you increased your speed once more but as you did that, you noticed that Malevola's legs were trembling so much to the point where she may go jelly.
"Poor baby," You cooed with a huff. "Let me help."
With that, you gently hooked your large wings underneath her knees and pushed them up a bit, letting her focus on the pressure of pleasure you were giving her and not her legs.
You slid your hands off of her to hold yourself up as you adjusted how spread Malevola's legs were, so you would have a better angle to pleasure the squeamish demon that was underneath you. Malevola mewled underneath you as you drove the toy to continuously hit her sweet spot, hit it in the most perfect spot in her walls with precision.
"Oh...mphm...," Malevola moaned, heavily squeezing your soft plush skin that was your breast. "I'm clos-se."
"Already?" You cooed with a teasing tone.
"Don't tease me-oh,"
Damn, she already guess that you were gonna tease her further and deny her release for a little bit. But you decided to give her wish, and restrain from edging her release... at least for this one.
"How about I... make your wishes from earlier come true?" You hummed lowly, and in a seductive tone as your left hand slowly trailed up to her neck.
Malevola let out a mixture of a moan and a gasp as your hand gently wrapped around her neck. She didn't expect you to remember what she said a few days ago, how hot it was when you gripped the enemies by their necks roughly.
"Please," She breathed, her other hand that wasn't fondling your breast, came up, and gently squeezed your hand around her neck a bit harder.
You just smirked and gave her her wish, gently squeezing her neck. Not enough to completely restrict her breathing, but enough to make her breathe a tiny bit harder as to her request. With your hand there, it seemed to have turned her on even more, as it was a tad bit harder to move as she was clenching down extremely hard on the silicone toy.
Malevola sweet, unfiltered moans would get louder and louder as she clenched tighter around the toy, trying to stop the impending release that was threatening to break out.
"Come for me," You mewled as you kept fucking her with the toy.
Malevola's whole body squirmed then tensed, which included her hand now gripping your breast to where it was a bit painful, and it made you moan at the tingle. You looked down at her puffy folds as she squirmed, clenching the toy harder before a creamy white ring slowly formed around the toy due to your continuous thrusting.
"Good girl," You praised as you leaned down to press a sloppy kiss against her cheek, jaw, then finally to her lips.
Malevola moaned into the kiss, her tongue darting out to push its way into your mouth which you allowed her to do, letting your tongue meet hers in a fury passion. Your tongues danced together as your lips seemed to be permanently glued together. It was only interrupted when Malevola bit down onto your bottom lip with a groan, probably due to the fact that you haven't stopped your movements with the toy. She finally let go of your lip when she opened her mouth to whimper, finally allowing you to sit up and carry out your next plan.
You gently lowered your wings to unhook them from under her knees, once they were on the bed you gently flipped Malevola to be on her hand and knees.
You gripped onto her hips as you pulled her in to fully take in your strap, making her moan out a hasty "oh fuck" as it fully sunk into her seeping hole, kissing every inch of it.
Your hands gripped a bit harsher on the half-demon’s hip as you picked up your pace once more, not daring to give her a break as you wanted to see just how sensitive she could get.
“Mmm baby,” Malevola moaned under you. “K-keep going.”
You smiled as you held her hips a bit more tighter, nails making moon-crescent shapes into her skin as you buried your strap in her pussy over and over again.
Malevola was taking your strap beautifully, moaning out with her sweet tone, until her hips spasmed and snapped forward, escaping from your sweet torture from your strap.
"Where are you going, darling?" You inquired with dripping sweetness to your slight teasing tone, gently coiling your hand around her wild tail and tugging her back.
Maleovla's hips snapped back to your hips, producing a hard slap created by her skin smacking against yours. With an adjustment, the toy sunk back into her pussy, it swallowing the toy fully like the greedy thing it was.
"Come on baby," You replied to the whines she let out when you didn't start moving. "If you want something... you gotta get it yourself."
With that, she seemed to realize that you weren't going to move and she would have to do the work herself, so with tingly arms about to give out, she started riding your strap. Moving forward so it would be half way, before sinking back into your hips, pushing the strap deeper and deeper with each motion.
"Weak in the arms?" You taunted with a hum to your tone, your left hand coming up to bunch up all her hair and hold it tightly in your palm, tugging on it slightly which forced her back to arch as much as it could. "Let me help, love."
If Malevola's moans and whimpers weren't loud before, they were extremely loud as you pulled on her hair, making her scalp tingle as she rode on your strap to make her insides tingle. You could hear the addition of skin harshly clapping against each other to Malevola's whimpers and moans.
Malevola's moans got more and more pornographic the faster that she pleased herself upon your dildo. You giggled and wondered how much louder she could be if you helped out a tiny bit. When Malevola would sink fully into taking your strap, you would gently thrust your hips forward, pushing the strap a bit further into her which would make Malevola cry out a bit louder than before.
You swear that she would get a noise complaint with how loud she would be letting out her moans. Her poor neighbors.
You let go of her tail so your hand can travel all the way down to her folds, with the goal of teasing the hell out of her sensitive bud. Your two fingers went to the bud, pressing it as you swirled it along with your fingers, resulting in making Malevola shiver and groan. Your fingers went at a faster pace to match the pace she was riding you, trying to see her overstimulated again.
Eventually her arms starting shaking before completely giving out, bringing her chest to squish against the mattress as she slowed down to which you took over for her.
"Overstimulated baby?" You questioned softly to which Malevola softly nodded.
"Close," She whimpered into the pillow.
You let go of your hold on her just to have your hands comfortably back on her hips. You kept the pace that Malevola had set for herself when she was riding you, but with a but more passion as you wanted her to have the best orgasm in her life.
As you constantly pull her back to fully take your strap, you noticed the way that her ass jiggles and something in your head just clicks.
You spent a little to much time watching how Malevola's ass jiggles with the roll of your hips, and it captivated you so much to the point that you had no idea that Malevola had comed.
You were snapped out of the trance when Malevola's wild tail smacked your forehead.
"Oww, what was that for?" You questioned. eyes widening when you realized that you were now on the bottom.
"Distracted, babes?" Malevola teased you with new found confidence, slightly wiggling her bottom as her tail whips around.
You gently caught and held her tail to reduce risk of getting hit again, while your other hand gently pushed on one of her ass cheeks up to see that the toy was completely covered in sticky cream.
"Aww.. sorry love," You groaned.
"Don't worry, Babes, you'll make it up to me," She winked at you before her hands went to the strap-on's straps, quickly trying to undo the straps that were tightly around your hips and thighs.
You were about to ask what the rush was but before you could mutter the words out, she slipped off of you and from your grasp while pulling down the strap. Once it was fully off of you, Malevola discarded the rubber and replaced it before hurriedly putting on the strap on herself.
Malevola practically dove back into bed, between your thighs. She had a devilish smirk on her face, and lust laced in her eyes, and you knew you were in for it. It was going to be a long night with her on top.
Her two large hands rested on your thighs, bring them up against your chest and slightly apart. She replaced her hold on both thighs with just her forearm as she adjusted the toy to meet with your heat. With everything lined up, she snapped her hips against you, making you groan out loudly with the rough, and slight painful intrusion.
Although it was painful, it was somehow pleasant at the same time... possibly because it the dildo inside of you was still warm from when you fucked Malevola with it.
"Wait wait," You grumbled as you could feel Malevola slightly moving her hips back. "Need a min..."
"Aww babes," Malevola hummed with a slight pout. "Did I not warm you up enough?"
Before you could react, Malevola's wet lips were already on your plush of skin, leaving hot kisses on your skin as well as hot love bites on your neck specifically. But when you let out as little as a small mewl, Malevola took that personally. So Malevola gently hooked your legs around her waist so that her two hands were now free... free to grab, pinch, pull, and swirl with the buds on your breasts. But that WITH her tongue, and you were gone. Absolutely out of your mind... your head felt like it was making its way to heaven, dragging your body behind it.
But when she added hip movements after a bit of teasing your tits, your eyes rolled back and you could see stars. You don't know what she does to you, but you absolutely love the loving, warm, and kind power that Malevola has over you.
"I love you.. my pretty girlfriend," You moaned. "I love you soo much."
You groaned as sunlight filtering through the windows hits you directly in your eyes, rudely awakening you from your peaceful slumber while blinding you in the process. Thanks to the rude as fuck sun, you were met with two weird, tingly, and off putting sensations.
First of all, there was an off feeling ALL over your body. It was like there was hundreds of pounds spread all over your body, making it hard for any movement of sorts. But when it hit what you and Malevola did all night, you guess that you were just hella sore from all the long ass rounds Malevola did after she got on top of you. Second of all, on top of the soreness, there was an uncomfortable amount of weight from your chest and below. But even on top of that, you could feel that your breasts were spread apart in the most uncomfortable position in the world.
Gathering all your strength, you lifted up your head with a slight whimper of pain, leaving the comfortable support of the pillow to see... Malevola... all snuggled on top of you, with her face in between you breasts which explained that weird feeling.
You smiled as you watched Malevola peacefully snore away on top of you, not being bothered by the strong sunlight that was pouring in due to your large wings mostly shielding her from it, but also due to half of her face being in your breast.
You giggled to yourself when you see that drool was pooling out of her mouth and onto your boob.
You laid your head back onto the pillow with closed eyes, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you can.
That is until something was buzzing... loudly buzzing... which would normally wake up anyone but it didn't sleep to affect Malevola whatsoever, cause she didn't move an inch or stopped her light snores.
You looked to your left to see the little SDN ear device buzzing on the night stand, bumping into other objects that created louder vibrations and sounds, to where you were surprised Malevola was't woken up yet.
You looked at the device in confusion, wondering what it was before you could hear a murmurs of familiar voices... Robert.. Prism... oh shit, it was for work... you guys were actually employed and slept through god knows how much of your guy's shift.
Ignoring the ache in your arms, you started shaking Malevola to wake up.
"Vola," You spoke with a roughness to your voice, shaking her. "We overslept.. we got work."
Malevola kept sleeping.
"Vola," You shook her a bit more harsher. "Wake up."
Nothing.
"Vola," You tried again.
"15 more minutes," Malevola mumbled, burying her face fully into your tits.
"We do not have 15 more minutes," You harshly spoke, taking her face into your hands to hold it which gained a huff from her, obviously grumpy that you were taking her away from her comfort spot. "We are very late to work."
Malevola took a few seconds to wake up with you holding her once warm face into the coldness of her apartment room.
"There's no way you can work with all the rounds last night," She spoke with sleepiness and huskiness in her voice. "You have to get all the rest you can, Babes."
"I don't think Robert or anyone would appreciate a very last minute phone call to call out," You replied. "Plus I dunno where my phone is..."
Malevola looked at you through her sleepy eyes, before pulling herself up to press a kiss to your cheek. She pressed a few more pecks before reaching over to the nightstand to acquire the ear piece.
"Hey," She spoke into the eyepiece.
"Sorry, overslept,"
"No, haven't heard from her since the club," Malevola smoothly lied to probably get you an excuse to as why you didn't show up for work. "But i think she mentioned feeling sick or something."
You shot her a look, but she just replied with one of her sweet smiles. You were kinda glad that she lied for you so you could rest from what she put your body through last night.
"I could stay late if you need me to, cover their shift," Malevola offered and you couldn't help but caress her cheeks with your thumbs, which she melted into.
Once she muted the earpiece and set it aside, you pressed kisses all over her face.
"Baby," Malevola purred. "You're making it harder for me to get to work!"
You pressed one final kiss on her lips before letting her get up from your hands and wings.
"Rest up, babes," She pressed one kiss to your forehead. "I'll swing by when I can."
You smiled as you watched Malevola get dressed for the day, and laughed when she thought she could sneakily hide your panties and mesh top somewhere in her room without you noticing.
She wasn't kidding when she said wanted to keep them.
Malevola would come home the second that her break started to come home to take care of you.
Making sure your recovery would be smooth and fast.
She would make you food and drinks, or get you what you were feeling like to eat, making sure you were comfortable in her bed etc.
When she has to leave, she will pepper as many kisses on you till the last possible second to when she has to go.
But when she came home late, she immediately makes dinner for the both of you. Once thats done, it is cuddle time. You owe her for interrupting the 'vest cuddle sesh’ she's ever had in her life.
When you returned to work the next day, it was hell.
People were able to put two and two together.
Thanks to Sonar loudly cheering your girlfriend on, Malevola, for getting all those lovebites, scratches and teeth marks all over her.
Sure you reacted, but since Sonar was being.. Sonar, it brought attention away from your very own pair of lovebites, marks and scratches that you got from her.
But your luck ran out as people would notice your change in attitude and body language, how you had your wings covering as skin possible and how you lowkey avoided conversation with others.
BUT also, seeing how you two were done that very same day and show up with matching marks... people in SDN had figured it out within 3 minutes.
Sure you would never hear the end of their teasing, but at least you and Malevola can be more open about your relationship thats within SDN rules... okay maybe some affection outside rules but that's different!
You noticed that after you two confirmed your relationship, Malevola started showing up to meetings on time, or even earlier, just to press a few kisses on your face before Robert shows up with HR blah blah blah
Malevola also got more comfortable showing affection in terms of touches, usually it would be a arm thrown across your shoulders or tail trapping you in, she still does that but now shes also added soft kisses, and hand holding to the mix.
Calls you Babes, or Babe loudly and proudly. Letting everyone know that you are hers and she is yours.
Will absolutely find a way to being you up in conversations that it lowkey may become annoying, but she cant help it, she just loves you too much.
When a mission goes wrong and she just cane back from it, she immediately looks for you, if she finds you, you are now her stress ball for the moment. Her hands will squeeze you until she pulls way and presses a kiss as thanks.
The ONLY downside to your relationship being figured out by the other Z-team members is that they will send Malevola as their messenger. Punch Up needs you to cover his shift, but is terrified that you will stun him with fear? He will ask Malevola to ask you for him, because A) shes not affected by your ability to fear others with your eyes B) Malevola can use her puppy eyes and pout to get you agree to ANYTHING.
Even though the rest of the Z-team will become little pests with their requests being sent through Malevola, at least you can get a few kisses from her as thanks for agreeing.
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