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[regardtheinnocent]

Ororon x male reader who is delighted with his little ears and wings?? This emo boy is too cute, and what if reader abuses his cute features during sex.I am sure that he will blush a lot from such attention! I love him too much. 😔

Contains: Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Ororon, Lots of position changing 😅, Teasing (character receiving), Penetration (character receiving), reader has a cock/strap on, Ororon being a cutie pie, safeword exists but isn't referenced *note: I love him too, I fear that I'm a sucker for emo & bat characters haha.

Your hands drift to fondle Ororon's soft ears as they often do. You gently press your thumb, pointer and middle fingers together and begin rubbing them, finding it amusing that the poor farmer instantly quieted down.

"These ears of your's are sooo soft, love. I could pet them all day." You hum to him, choosing to ignore the current predicament that you were both in.

What was said predicament?

Well, you were buried deep in the poor thing, much too deep— he might add. You had him all sprawled out on your bed, his marked up and shaking thighs thrown over your shoulders.

Ororon swore his eyes rolled back slightly when you leaned forward to get a better angle to touch his ears. The sudden shift in movement made you press so much deeper, your tip felt like it was bullying his prostate at this point.

A weak squeal left the man's lips he tried his very best to shy away from your touch.

Not that you let him, of course.

No, you just had to move one of your hands down to his waist and hold him still. Fuck, Ororon was seeing stars.

"Mm.. God, pl—please [Name], you don't need to touch— Ah! them.." The farmer slurred back as he tried to keep his eyes open as best he could.

"Too deep— hngh ugh.." Ororon whined as you moved yet again. It was cute that the little bat was acting so shy all of a sudden.

Though, Ororon's wings flapped uselessly at his sides, prompting you to move your hand from his waist to hold onto one of them.

Gently, naturally. You didn't want to hurt him, after all.

"Its so hard not to though, sweetheart. And these wings that are fluttering around are just too tempting.." You reply as a slight smirk adorns your lips.

Ororon just shakes his head as he attempts at keeping his embarrassingly needy moans at bay. Which he fails at.

Then, you begin to move your hips again. You pull out halfway before pushing back in, watching as your baby goes cross eyed in an instant.

"You've been too chatty, angel. I must not be doing my job good enough, hmm?" You tease as Ororon manages to weakly kick at your back with his heels.

It was involuntary, really. He was just too stimulated and didn't know what to do.

When you left his ears alone for a moment, the farmer breathed a sigh of relief— only for said breath to turn into a squeal when you take his legs in your hands and fold him in half.

Though, once you've got him bent nicely, you only bother to use a single hand to hold both of his calves together.

You were doing an amazing job at bullying the poor thing with your body, watching him fall apart as you grabbed one of his wings.

"Nooo— Hnghh- ah! S'too muchh..." Ororon slurs out in a whiny voice as his mind melted more and more.

You gave his bat wing a gentle tug in response. You, of course, make sure not to be too rough when doing so.

Though, it was rough enough for the farmer to arch his back as cum shot out of his cock without warning. He let out his loudest squeal yet, which was really quite embarrassing in pitch.

Oh... his face is so pretty when he comes. It always is.

You paused for a moment, before a nice smile spread across your face. You weren't done with Ororon yet, not when you'd just made him finish from a wing tug. Oh no no no.

Instead, you flip him on his tummy for easier access to his pretty wings.

"Whu— [Name]-! I just caAAH—" You interrupt your darling mid sentence by promptly gripping both of his wings by the base and using them for leverage to fuck back into his hole.

All poor Ororon can do is claw and grab at the pillows and sheets in a desperate but vain attempt to ground himself.

You snap your hips forward over and over again as you feel your lover tighten around you. Its like he wants to keep you inside, how adorable.

Ororon can feel the burn of overstimulation settling in quite quickly, after all you're fucking him like an animal.

Though, he can only sob into the pillows as he feels the coil in his tummy tighten again, getting ready to snap again.

"Ple— Please!" Ororon all but begs as his cock rubs against the sheets, giving him more feelings that he can't handle.

"You can cum again, can't you, baby? Yeah.. you can do it." You coo back in a jarringly soothing voice, one that made the poor thing want to relax despite everything.

So he simply nods into the pillows as you continue plowing him from behind, and eventually, he shoots another load right against the previously soiled sheets.

"Goodd boy..." You groan as you tug on his wings, getting him to let out a few more spirts of cum before finally letting him rest.

You pull out slowly and your hands switch to tenderly rubbing over the bases of the farmer's wings, easing the soreness that would likely form in the coming hours.

"You did so good for me." You murmur and Ororon responds with a weak purr.

[fa1rydr3ams]

Headcanon: How you punish your boyfriend when he acts out

| cw: sub! mha characters, domme! reader, gn! reader, mdni 18+, edging, cuffs, suggestive content, all characters are aged up!!

| a/n: tumblr won’t let me make posts again so I had to delete a draft…but if you like this and want to see more send an ask!

| Characters: Izuku, Bakugou, Denki, Tamaki, Shigaraki, Keigo

Izuku

Usually, you talk him through your entire scene—and honestly, just in general. He thrives on guidance, hanging onto every word you say like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. So sometimes, just to shake things up, you make him do all the work without telling him exactly what he needs to do. It doesn’t take long for him to get overwhelmed, his brows furrowing as he hesitates, second-guessing every little movement. “Am I doing this right? Is this what you want?” His voice wavers, his desperation to please you evident in the way he clings to your reactions. Izuku craves praise like it’s oxygen, so when you withhold it—when you don’t tell him how good he’s being—it drives him insane. His hands twitch as if he wants to reach for you, but he knows better. And when the uncertainty becomes too much, he finally breaks, pleading for you to tell him, to guide him, to remind him he’s doing so good for you. He’ll start apologizing profusely sometimes he isn’t even sure why.

Bakugou

He needs his hands on you at all times—it’s practically instinct. But that’s exactly why you tie them above his head, just out of reach. It’s the one thing that gets him to squirm the most, his frustration evident in the way his fingers flex, itching to grab at you. Early in your relationship, he was bratty, always pushing your buttons, challenging you just to see how far he could go. So you did this often. And let’s just say… he learned his lesson. Now, the second you pull out the restraints, his eyes widen, his breathing already uneven as he shifts beneath your gaze. “Wait—no, please, I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, his usual cockiness gone, replaced with something much more desperate. You tilt your head, looking him up and down, unimpressed. “You should’ve thought about that before you embarrassed me earlier.” He swallows hard, his muscles tensing as he tests the bindings, but there’s no escape. The realization dawns on him quickly—you’re going to take your time, and he’s going to take everything you give him.

Denki

Denki’s a brat—playful, cocky, and always testing the limits to see how far he can push you. But the second you decide to punish him, all that confidence is lost. Edging is his weakness, and you know exactly how to break him with it. Having his wrists tied to the headboard, preventing him from touching you or himself as you toy with him. “You wanted to act up, baby. Now you’re gonna sit here like a good boy for me.” His whole body twitches with every stroke, his breath coming out in shaky whimpers as you bring him close over and over. His golden eyes brim with tears when you refuse to let him finish, his pleas get sloppier the longer you drag it out. “Please—hah—please, I can’t—m’gonna—please, just let me cum,” he babbles, pulling at the restraints as if he might break free through sheer desperation. But you don’t let up until he’s trembling, overstimulated and begging so softly that you can’t your sweet boy any longer.

Tamaki

Tamaki’s punishment really isn’t about pain or control—it’s about pushing him out of his comfort zone. The shy, reserved man you love melts into a needy mess when you deny him praise, but it’s the soft humiliation that truly gets to him. “Look at you, Tamaki. So desperate you can’t even think straight,” you murmur as he squirms beneath you, his face buried against your shoulder in shame. You make him repeat filthy things back to you, forcing him to verbalize exactly what he wants while you deny him touch. His voice is shaky and hesitant, stumbling over the words as his blush spreads down his chest. “P-Please… need you so bad. I-I’ll be good, I promise.” And when you finally give in and touch him, he shudders at the first brush of your hand, the buildup making him unravel almost instantly, leaving him clinging to you with breathless apologies for being so needy.

Shigaraki

Shigaraki’s punishments are about control—taking away the freedom he hates to lose. His wrists are bound behind his back, stripping him of the ability to touch or claw at anything. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the longer you tease him, the more his composure cracks. “Tch—y-you think this is gonna break me? I—ah—I’m not that weak,” he growls, but his defiance fades fast when you ignore his attempts to dominate the situation. Every stroke of your hand or teasing press of your body has him trembling, his breath hitching as he tries to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his lips. His crimson eyes glisten with frustration when you stop just before he can tip over the edge, and despite his rough exterior, his voice cracks with desperate need. “P-Please… fuck—please just let me cum already.” By the time you’re finished, he’s a panting, wrecked mess, left clinging to you with the faintest, breathless “thank you” against your skin.

Keigo

Restraining his hands is one thing, but grounding his wings so he can’t use them sends a shudder through him. He shifts restlessly beneath you, golden eyes hazy with a mixture of frustration and desire. “Come on, baby… don’t be so mean,” he coaxes, trying to charm his way out of punishment. But when you stay silent, refusing to give him the praise he craves, his teasing bravado starts to crumble. His breath hitches as you touch him just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. Each whimper, each twitch of his wings, only fuels your resolve. “D-Don’t ignore me like this… Please, I—I need you,” he stammers, golden eyes wide and pleading. His cocky grin is long gone by the time you’re finished, replaced by breathless moans and soft cries as he finally falls apart beneath your touch.

| a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this, I know i need to post on this account more..also new chapter of she echoes in blue comes out tomorrow!!

[searching4silence]

MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

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| cw: woc yn, fem reader, alcohol mentioned, social drinking, mild swearing, and casual teasing

| You finally got to the venue and met up with Mina, you get to met the band and honestly…they love you! After the performance, you spend the rest of the night with Mina and the band. With playful banter, hyping each other up, and some last-minute excitement about your first day at U.A., the night feels like the perfect start to a new chapter in your life.

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Mina tugs you toward the front of the venue, where dim stage lights spill through the cracks of the door. A small crowd has already gathered outside, their energy buzzing with anticipation. By the entrance, a bouncer stands rigid, occasionally glancing at his watch. Without hesitation, Mina strides up and gives him a quick wave. He nods and opens the door without a word.

“Wow, I feel like VIP,” you joke, glancing around as you take in the scene.

The inside of the venue is has this moody glow. Red and orange tinted accent lights and dim overhead lights casting long shadows across the space. The stage sits at the far end, slightly elevated, with a backdrop of LED panels that pulse faintly in sync with the low hum of speakers. Instruments are set up, cables snaking across the floor, and a few crew members move efficiently in the background, making last-minute adjustments.

The air carries a blend of excitement and the familiar scent of wood, fruity drinks, and something faintly metallic—probably from the old stage equipment. Small, round tables are scattered around the room. The standing area near the stage is already filling up with eager concertgoers. The walls are adorned with band posters, some signed, giving the venue a well-worn but intimate feel. A neon sign above the bar casts a soft glow over a lineup of drinks, where a few bartenders chat idly as they prepare for the night ahead.

The energy is already electric, with a quiet anticipation hanging in the air as people settle in, waiting for the show to start.

Mina pulls you through the room to a tucked-away corner near the green room, three people are chatting casually, exuding that effortless band energy. You recognized them as her friends and the band you were there to see tonight.

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As soon as you guys walked into the room one of the band members greeted you both. “Ah, I gonna assume you’re yn! Mina’s been hyping you up all night.” You smiled looking over to your friend who quickly turned to also look to her left. Then someone else started talking, you’re pretty sure Mina said her name was Jirou?

“Yeah, I heard you have ‘immaculate music taste.’” She raised an eyebrow but you could tell it was in a joking manner. You laughed before speaking, “I don’t know about immaculate, but I’ll take the compliment.

Mina nudged you with a cheesy grin on her face, “See? You already fit in.” You rolled your eyes playfully appreciating how loving she was.

He grinned at the two of you before officially introducing himself. “I’m Kaminari! Though I’m sure Mina told you that,” Then he turned to a girl with black hair, “That’s Jirou, our lead singer and here’s Tokoyami our drummer!”

He turned to the side slightly a pulled over him over place a hand over his head filled with black hair.

As you exchanged introductions, there was a knock on the green room door, signaling the show was about to start. A low murmur spread through the crowd as people turned their attention toward the stage, the anticipation in the air becoming almost tangible.

Jirou glanced over, adjusting the strap of her guitar. “Looks like it’s time for us to head up,” she said with a small smirk.

Kaminari clapped his hands together, grinning. “Yeah, time to give the people what they came for!”

Tokoyami gave a curt nod before stepping out the door with the other two following. Mina nudged you excitedly, already pulling out her phone. “C’mon, let’s get a good spot!”

As the band moved into position on stage, the excitement buzzing between them like static before a storm. As they adjust their mics and instruments, you pull out your phone, fingers hovering over Instagram.

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The lights dim, chatter in the venue dies down, a wave of anticipation spreads through the crowd. The stage is bathed in a mix of deep red and orange hues, casting long shadows as the silhouettes of the band step into place. A low hum vibrates through the speakers before a single note rings out, cutting through the silence. The music kicks in—electric, raw, and full of life, immediately catching your ear.

Denki’s fingers fly across the guitar, and he moved his body in sync with the rhythm as he leans into the microphone to hype up the crowd. Jirou walks the stage effortlessly, her voice carrying through the venue with a balance of grit and melody, honestly sending shivers down your spine. Tokoyami sat behind the drum set, his movements precise but intense. The deep thud of the bass drum pulsing in your ear like a second heartbeat.

The audience swayed and jumped with the beat, some singing along while others lose themselves in the sound. Mina nudges you with a wide grin, her phone raised to record parts of the performance.

The energy in the room keeps building with each song, the synergy between the band and the crowd becoming almost electric. You find yourself nodding along, drawn into the music despite never having heard their set before. The way Jirou’s voice rises in the chorus, Kaminari’s wild strumming, and Tokoyami’s steady rhythm—everything blends together into an experience you didn’t expect to enjoy this much.

You laughed, shaking your head. Truthfully, you had been so caught up in the night that you’d nearly forgotten about your first day at U.A. that coming Monday. But with Mina making sure you’re not alone, promising to introduce you to the hundreds of people she knew, the nerves felt a little less overwhelming. If tonight was anything to go by, maybe this new chapter would be even better than you imagined.

As the last note fades and the applause erupts, the band takes a moment to soak in the cheers. A thin layer of sweat clings to their skin from the intensity of the performance, but their smiles are wide and genuine.

“Thank you all for coming!! We love seeing you all, especially returning faces!” Denki grinned, winking playfully as the crowd erupted in cheers. The energy in the room was still buzzing, electric and alive.

Jirou leaned into her mic, smirking as she scanned the audience. “You guys were loud tonight,” she mused, earning another wave of excited shouts. “That’s what we like to hear.” Tokoyami gave a small nod from behind the drums, his voice steady as he added, “Music thrives in the presence of passion.”

Denki chuckled, strumming a final note on his guitar. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’ll see you all next time!” With that, the band gave a final wave before stepping off stage, the lingering echoes of their set still ringing in the air.

Mina grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the side of the stage where the band is cooling down. “So?” she prompts, practically bouncing on her heels. “What’d you think?”

Jirou wipes a hand over her forehead before giving you a knowing look. “Be honest. You didn’t expect to have that much fun, did you?”

Denki laughs, slinging an arm over her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, we saw you vibing. You can’t lie now.”

Tokoyami crosses his arms, nodding solemnly. “Music speaks to all souls.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it��you guys were good. Better than I expected, and I set a high expectation.”

Denki pumps a fist in the air. “Another one converted! Welcome to the fan club.”

Mina throws an arm around your shoulders. “See? Told you they were worth the hype.”

Jirou smirks. “Guess that means you’ll be at our next show?”

You shrug, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Guess I don’t have a choice now, huh?”

Mina laughs, and the night stretches on between you all, filled with conversation and lingering adrenaline from the performance. The energy from the show still thrummed around you all, mixing with the warmth of new friendships forming in real time. Denki playfully nudged you, grinning. “You better be ready for U.A., because with Mina as your tour guide, you won’t get a moment to breathe.”

Jirou smirked, sipping from her drink. “She’s basically the unofficial welcome committee. By the end of the first week, everyone’s gonna know your name.”

Mina gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “Excuse me? I’m an excellent guide. I make sure my people are taken care of!” She turned to you with a reassuring smile. “Seriously, don’t worry, I got you.”

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masterlist

[scarletswanx]

; M • LIST

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; demon slayer m • list ; bsd m • list

; UNLISTED

; drabbles ; oneshots

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”

[irisluvsabby]

cam girl reader x perv abby

tw: this is terrible but oh well

cw: lesbian sex, strap on sex, abby is older than reader, oral sex, use of a vibrator, some aftercare? sex in front of a camera (livestream), and probably other stuff

you were a college student, studying art in 2025 and of course you were broke, the scholarship you got was nearly not enough for your daily expenses and an idea crossed your mind after a few videos popped on your fyp, why not start a cam girl career?

it's now been 3 months as a cam girl and honestly? best decision you ever made, you got at least 200$ for every stream and as an openly lesbian cam girl your followers were mostly girls, and older woman who were in an unhappy marriage. but of course you had a few favorites viewers who interacted with you the most and sent the most money of course.

amongst those, one of them stood up, a girl who's name you learned as soon as she hopped into your stream..

"fuck.. thank you guys for the donations.." you were fucking yourself with a vibrating wand on your clit, and your rule was, with each donations you would put the settings of the toy even higher. it was all fun and games until a certain 'muscle mommy abs' donated 100$.

"oh shit.." you moan as you turn the settings of your wand higher. "thanks 'muscle mommy abs', what's your real name?.. so i can moan it properly.." you tease with a smirk, trying to stay composed as the wand kept its assault on your clit, and as you were getting close to orgasm. then you see it pop up in the chat: "abby :)"

"fuck, please abby i'm gonna cum please can i?" you moaned, completely fucked out from the vibrations on your sensitive clit, then you saw it, abby saying something along the lines of "cum for me please." it felt so needy and desperate that it immediately threw you over the edge, cumming so hard for all of your viewers, almost squirting as you could feel the gaming chair you were on wet under you.

"shit- well thanks everyone, i guess i'm gonna end this live now and go and try to clean up, bye bye" you say before ending the live.

since that day abby has been attending every single live stream of yours, and always sending you some donations during it, hence to why she was one of your favorite, but aside from that she was just really cute

abby was a 27 years old mechanic who worked in an old crusty garage kinda lost in the middle of nowhere, but hey at least the pay was good. she's always been rather lonely true high school, and college. never had a proper girlfriend aside from some flings she's had in the past. but now that she had found her new obsession, you, a new cam girl she found online as she was just trying to get off, well there's no way that she's getting a girlfriend any soon now. abby attended your streams religiously, it was like the highlight of her day but knew that nothing else than that would happen.

until one day you made an announcement after one of your many hectic live stream; "oh my god guys by the way- wait let me get dressed-" you said before quickly putting on an oversized attack on titan shirt. "okay so, i was thinking, why not finding a way to reward my most loyal viewers right? well i though that one of you guys could maybe win a moment with me so we could live stream together?" you waited for approval of the viewers in the chat only to be met with most of them showing you their excitement in the chat.

ynsleftboob: god please make it be me i NEED to fuck you

minecrftellieee: this is the best day of my life

musclemommyabs: holy shit

behind her screen abby couldn't believe her own eyes , she actually had a chance to be with you for real. so she waited, mouth open, for you to give more details on the upcoming event. abby watched as you explained that there will be a poll and all the boring logistics before sending a link into the chat for your viewers to participate. and with little hope abby went in, filled the forms and agreed to a few terms she didn't have the patience to read before accepting.

the next few days, abby kept imagining what she would do if she actually won that event, how she would fuck you so good you'd only wanna come back to her, how she would appear on your stream and make all of the viewers jealous and how she was gonna be the one fucking you. she also took more hours at work to get more cash and buy a brand new strap on (just in case you know) and went to the gym in the little free time she had, just to get off to your videos when she got home, moaning your name and waiting for the day she would finally have you.

then saturday night came, the day of your weekly stream, but this stream was different, you wouldn't do anything really, just annonce the winner to your event, and that was more than okay to abby and probably all of your other viewers.

"oh my god hey guys!!" you said happily as you watched all of your viewers join the stream excitedly, and amongst them of course was abby, waiting for you to announce the winner. "okay i know what you're all waiting forrr" you teased with a wink, making the viewers act up in the chat. "okay okay- i'm not gonna drag this out but i just wanna say, i would've loved to make everyone happy buttt there is only one winner tonight" you smile.

abby was intently watching you, waiting for you to say the username that would get to film with you, she was hoping for it to be her but there was a little voice in her head telling her that was not possible. that was until, pulling her out of her thoughts, she heard your sweet voice, calling out her username.

"'musclemommyabs, im really glad to tell you that you're the one that's getting to spend a moment with me and will do a stream with me on here.. i also can't wait to see if your username is actually true"

abby felt her heart beat in her chest, that could not be happening. while she was trying to take in the fact that she was going to have you in real life, you were talking about how you're gonna send her a private text about the details, and before she knew it, the stream was over, and many people were still talking in the chat, disappointed about not winning.

it was now a few days later, abby was getting in her car to get to your place, which was thankfully only an hour away, she was making way too many scenarios in her head about how she was going to have you, which made the drive way quicker. when she got there, abby didn't waste a second to knock at your door, mentally preparing herself to actually see her biggest crush ever. and when you opened the door, she thought she was going to faint. there you were, wearing a soft pink robe that was clinging to your curves like it was made for you, and abby could see a bit of your pink lacy bra that was peeking out.

seeing abby in real life also made you nervous, she was older than you, taller than you, very very bulky and wearing overalls that were hanging loose at her waist, dirty security boots and a basic t shirt that made her look so good, just your type.

you couldn't hide your blushing as you welcomed her in and closing the door behind you guys. "omg hi abby, i'm so glad to see you, and you really do live up to your username." you said with a wink. with that a rush of confidence ran over abby "yeah you like what you see?" she asked getting closer to you and closing the front door behind her.

"mhm i love it.." you teased with a sultry voice, slowly undoing your robe, letting it fall on the floor, letting abby take in your brand new pink and white lingerie that you wore just for her. abby couldn't take it anymore, and fortunately for her, you knew what she was here for and vice versa. there was no more thinking when abby pushed you into the nearest wall, tilting up your head to put her lips on yours, finally, turning it into a heated makeout session as abby dominated the kiss, her hands were everywhere, you couldn't take it anymore as you ran your hands under her t-shirt, feeling her abs.

abby went down to kiss your neck, making you moan out and dig your nails into her back, abby moaning from the feeling of your acrylics on her skin. "abby- fuck.. bedroom please..". she quickly understood and threw you over her shoulder with minimal effort, which made you even wetter for her. when she found the bedroom, abby saw the place she's been seeing on her laptop for all this time in her life and couldn't believe it, she looked around for a few seconds before not wanting to lose any more time and putting you on your bed. but before abby could get on top of you, you stopped her "wait- turn on the stream please- cameras and all are already set up." abby got up with a groan before going to your laptop "how do i do this thing.." she whispered to herself before finally turning on the stream. "all good" she winked at you before crawling back on top of you and peppering kisses to your breasts as you tried to speak to the viewers. "hi guys- sorry we got a little carried away- fuck abby- um so yeah.." you stopped talking, going back to abby who was centimeters away from the place you needed her the most.

"abby please.." you begged, looking down at her. "please what?" she said, not even looking back at you as she was taking off your panties, she looked like she did not care a bit about your stream as she finally looks back at you, waiting for some more begging. "please fuck me.." you finally say, and she doesn't waste a second, licking a slow strip on your pussy, making you shiver. after a few seconds of teasing abby finally gets to it, eating you out like a starved woman and you couldn't love it more. she was sucking on your clit so deliciously, then switching to slide her tongue inside of you and rubbing your clit with her fingers, it was the best head you ever had and you were seeing stars.

"i'm gonna cum- fuck" you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer and abby couldn't be happier, "mhm?" she hummed almost as if giving you her approval and sending vibrations right to your clit, and that was it for you, you came on her tongue with a moan so loud your neighbors would probably leave notes on your door the next day. that didn't matter to abby as she kept sucking on your clit making your orgasm never ending and licking up all of your juices. when she finally stopped, you were breathless and abby had your juices all over the lower half of her face. what got you out of your "post orgasm" state was the never ending ding sounds coming from your laptop announcing new texts in the chat.

you squinted you eyes to check some of the messages

minecrftellieee: oh wow that abby girl can eat pussy

lesbiannmommy: should've been me 😔

ynswhore: how i wish i was the one eating you out like that

you smiled reading some of the messages. "you okay?" you the heard abby ask you, her hair was messy and she was still fully dressed. "mhm im great" you smile at her "but get undressed and fuck me for real now." "right away ma'am" she said before taking off her shirt and reaching for her bag to pull out her brand new strap. "bought this just for you, i hope you like it." she admits before taking off her pants, staying in her boxers and putting the strap on.

you couldn't help but blush, abby was this super hot, muscular older woman and she bought a strap on just for you, you might be falling in love right now. "fuck- you're so hot" you tell her as you watch her adjust the strap on her waist. she simply chuckled before getting back on the bed. "get on your hands and knees for me yeah? so your little viewers can really see your face while i fuck you so good you'll only remember my name". this made you even wetter than before, if that was even possible, and you quickly do as she says, putting your ass up and teasing her. "good girl.." she whispers as she gets some of your wetness to coat her strap with it, you were still sensitive so that gesture made you whine and buck against abby's hips. with that she saw how needy you were and decided to finally fuck you how you needed, she slowly sinks her strap into you, to not overwhelm you, and once she saw that you were okay, she rammed into you, hitting your g-spot so easily you didn't even know it was possible.

with abby's thrust into you it was impossible for you to stay on your hands and knees as your arms were already giving out. she quickly took notice of that and pulled you up so your back was against her chest, which made her thrusts into a different angle. "oh my god- fuck fuck abby" you whined as she fucked you so good you couldn't think. "you like that? i'm sure that feels better than all of your silly toys yeah? better when i'm there to take care of you." you whined as abby repeatedly hit your g-spot making it impossible to answer her, only whines came out of your mouth as she doubled her pace.

"fucking you so good you can't even speak yeah?" she chuckles as she kissed the back of your neck, and sliding one of her hands down to toy with your clit, and that was it for you, you came with a cry, shaking in abby's grasp, as she slowed down her thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm. "abby- too much fuck!" she continued a few more seconds before stopping and settling you back down on the mattress. she gently caressed your back as she pulled out of you gently.

you then rolled over to get on your back, to see abby taking off the strap and going back to you. "you liked that?" she asked with a smirk, knowing already your answer. "hmm it was okay." you tease her with a wink.

after sitting up on the bed you look at your laptop to see that the chat is going crazy and you definitely beat your viewers count record, but you couldn't pay too much attention to that when abby found your favorite ever toy on your bedside table. "do you have a few more left in you? i'd love to use that thing on you after sawing you using it on yourself so much."

next thing you know, you were tied to the headboard as abby used your own vibrating wand on you, and for some reason, it felt way better than when you used it by yourself. "my god you're shaking, does it feel that good honey? you're going to cum yeah? come on cum for me." abby said, trying to make you cum one more time tonight. "no- abs.. it feels different wait wait!" you tried to warned abby but she upped to settings of the wand to the maximum, the vibrations being now way too much for you.

you couldn't handle it and you felt a strange sensation, like you were going to cum but way more intense. and before you could even stop yourself you were squirting all over the wand and abby, you couldn't help but moan so loud as the sensation was so much for you. "holy shit- that was so hot" abby was mesmerized, quickly turning down the settings to not overstimulate you.

when you finally came back to your senses you couldn't help but feel so embarrassed by what happened but abby assured you that it was the hottest thing she ever saw. you were still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm as abby brought you a towel to help you clean up before quickly turning off the stream, to the dismay of your many viewers.

"you okay?" abby asked as she kissed your forehead. "mhm yeah.. it was just so much but i loved it" you admitted looking back at her. "well, i'm glad.. i don't know if this is the right time but can i take you out for a date sometime?" she asked and you could see that she was nervous so you chuckled "of course"

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!CEO x Reader

If you wanna know more about the levels, check out this post :)

Danger level: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡ ♡

Yandere!Ceo who does not care about his employees

Yandere!Ceo who is strict and cold, anyone not keeping up will be cut off

Yandere!Ceo who brings you to the verge of insanity

Yandere!Ceo who finally makes you snap

Yandere!Ceo who has a chill running down his spine when you pin him against his office's floor

Yandere!Ceo who's pulse is going erratic against the tip of the pen you pressed against his neck

Yandere!Ceo who's face start feeling hot, who is completely captivated by you on top of him

Yandere!Ceo who grabs your wrist and makes you push the pen harder against his neck, a whimper threatening to come out

Yandere!Ceo who promotes you to be his personal secretary

Yandere!Ceo who can't get enough of being your puppy <3

[valenrixo]

Yandere mechanic

Yandere mechanic who met you when you crashed your car, he walked out to tell you about the news of your car and he stopped mid sentence.

“The damage of your car will be pretty pricey it’ll take…” he paused as he looked at you sitting in the waiting room, you were his exact type and he was immediately hooked. “…fifty dollars.”

You were surprised but paid the money, not expecting it to so cheap..you crashed your car after all!

You didn’t know that he fixed your car but damaged it slightly so you would have to come back in. He knew you would come back in, those prices were too good to not take.

And he was right. He continued to fix your car but make another problem in it so much that you two became friends. But he needed wanted more.

Yandere mechanic who stays over at your house a lot to hang out, he loves your house it smells like you!!

Yandere mechanic teaches you about car facts so you can save money now, oh how mark loves the look of oil and dirt on your face. He used it as an excuse to caress your cheek saying he was just wiping soot off your cheek.

Yandere mechanic who really just is a silly bulky guy who is a little manipulative but he promises himself that he’ll make it worth it when you finally become his.

Yandere mechanic who has to endure your slow burn with him. He’s almost gave up and just kidnapped you but he can’t take that disappointment in your eyes.

Requests open!!

[cloudedcreams]

tw: cnc

𝜗𝜚⋆ (nsfw) thinking of a yandere who’s done with trying to hold himself back.

he’d told himself that it was fine, that his obsession and infatuation with you was no more than a simple interest. he had pushed his morals and his self-awareness to a part of him that he no longer acknowledged, losing his regards of being a ‘righteous’ man in pursuit of the feelings you gave him.

to him, you were a sweet and a docile little thing. a girl with a natural charm, one he couldn’t help but wish to destroy. he wanted to hurt you, to watch your face crumple up with tears, to make sure that he’d be the one to comfort you once you’d gone through the feeling of breaking.

he was close to bringing you to the point of insanity, moving your things around until you raged in frustration, awaking you in the middle of the night with sounds to make you think you’d gone mad. he smiled all the while, the look of helplessness on your face sending him a rush of arousal that caused him to shiver.

it didn’t take long for him to become bored with the long game. he had tried to wait it out, to watch you lose yourself, but he found it not to be enough. at first, watching you had given him a thrill of excitement like no other, but knowing there was the option of 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you that he was missing out on, filled him up with nothing but desire.

he couldn’t hold himself back from crawling on top of you one night, wrapping his legs around you as you cried and struggled against him, pressing a harsh kiss towards your lips as he grinded his hard member against you.

he whispered into your ears, telling you that it was okay, that you’d brought this upon yourself. tears rolled down your face and he groaned at the sight, bucking himself harder against you as he practically begged for you to squirm more against him.

you screamed, and he pressed another hurried kiss against your lips to muffle the sound. it was messy, and you’d bitten your tongue trying to force him away, blood mixing between the saliva he forced into your throat. he stared at you with rolled back eyes, moaning into your mouth before he finally begun to strip.

he fucked himself on top of you, pumping his cock with his hand as he forced you to watch. you cried and he threatened to to stuff his length inside of your mouth to silence you. it kept you silent, but he did so later anyways, once he’d fucked you into the sheets, screaming out of pleasure all the while.

[lylian333]

~Yandere emperor x reader~

warning: read at your own risk, traumatizing, dark historical shits, noncon, force, many misunderstandings,sexual harrest , angst ,age gap, everything here is quite insane, historical au, he's fucking crazy, killing, insults, English is not my first langue(if there's any warning I didn't put, tell me)

words:2180

(this is not my art I found it on Pinterest, and in the comment section it's said that it was made by AI so💀)

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Princess (y/n) Laurier has been best friends with Princess Alyssa Everett since you both were just 6 years old. You both have many things in common, such as interests, opinions, and much more.

You both would usually hang out around each other's kingdom; you don't have any issues with her except with her father, Emperor Edward Everett. He was the hottest, most handsome man you have ever met, and you still do now.

You have had a huge crush on him that felt like butterflies inside your stomach since the day you met him, but he always has that emotionless face and rarely smiles unless at his wife, your best friend's mother. You know this from Princess Alyssa; she would complain about how cold and serious he is.

You still ignore those and try getting to know him, but he just looks annoyed or just straight-up ignores you, but you ignore it and still continue liking him. Not only that, you're not the only one; it's obvious that everyone that has met him, females and even males, all drool for him.

You still have some sense in you, and you also have to respect the Everett queen and Princess Alyssa since she is your best friend. You can't just let some love ruin the relationship you both had. You can't. She is like a sister to you. She helps you when you're confused; she protects and defends you when you were getting laughed at; she is there when you needed someone the most. It's not worth losing a relationship like this, and so your liking toward his father slowly dies down.

But things change when you grow up and start having features and curves and in the end, you become a gorgeous woman, many people are jealous of you even Princess Alyssa confesses to you about it and some desperately want you. You reject all of them since none of them are worthy of you, and you're disinterested in them.

Your intense gaze and soft complexion, with your structured face and striking presence, are on par with an iconic beauty, paired with the warmth and softness in your expression, which are very delicate. You would struggle to not look at yourself when there is a mirror.

You still have some feelings toward Emperor Edward, but you manage to hide it and be able to not think about him when talking to him.

The worst thing that could have happened was that the Queen of Everett died from childbirth while trying to give birth to the heir to the throne, but it went to a disaster. It was devastating news to hear from everyone.

The emperor was absolutely devastated and even despised the child. From that moment on he would never talk to anyone unless it was part of a duty, but other than that he would ignore the servant's advisers and even his own kids, which left Princess Alyssa depressed since she had to bear her mother's death, her father's coldness, and the baby boy that her mother lost her life to.

That week she came crying to you when you came to visit her and attended the funeral of the Everett Queen death. You decide to stay at Everett Palace for a few months before going back to Laurier Kingdom.

You promised Princess Alyssa that you'd take care of her and her baby brother, and so you did. After all, back at your kingdom and your family, you have 6 siblings, plus you, and you are the third eldest, which makes you the middle You have experience with babies after the experience of you sibling that you swear are more naughtyer when you take care of them.

In those months of staying, Emperor noticed that you had to take care of the baby boy and Princess Alyass when he found you singing a lullaby for them to fall asleep.

At that moment something in him awoke, something dark, horrible, and disgusting. He knew this was wrong, but who was there to stop him? Not even himself could do that.

From that moment on, he would try getting close to you and getting to know you better; by that, he would call you into his office or into his chamber. When talking, he would get close to you, too close, to the point that he's invading your personal space by burying his face in your hair, breathing in that sweet, gentle scent, or sucking and biting your earlobe.

You knew this was wrong. You both knew this was wrong, but you guys still continued. Your brain keeps telling you to stop and that this is your best friend's father, but your gut tells you to continue. For your best friend Princess Alyssa's sake.

At one of those meetings, you confess to him that you don't want to continue these "meetings" to respect your best friend Alyssa and her baby brother Prince James.

But when he hears that you swear you could feel the air getting tense and his face looks tense as well, and with clenched fists, he looks like he could kill someone that might have been you or others.

He then pushes you onto his office desk and forcefully rips your clothes off. All you can remember that day was just horror, pure fucking horror. It haunts your dreams, memories, and everything that you see that can somehow be related to the day you and he were together.

The cherry on top is Emperor Endward sends an arranged marriage to your kingdom between you both; you pray that your parents would reject this offer, but no. Instead, they accept it and send you a letter telling you the reasons that this could help our kingdom very much and this could give you a better future and more, but all you care about is that you're trapped with him. They also added in that they would be unable to see because of the distance of the two kingdoms and that it is time to set you free.

Oh, how you wish it were true to let you spread your wings and have your own freedom.

You hated everything, mostly yourself. You hated yourself for not being more alert and not telling anyone, not even your own family or close ones; you—you can't even describe the feeling that you're feeling at that point. You quite literally were disgusted by yourself.

You cry all day long to the point where Princess Alyssa hears it and finds you, and you vomit out all the things that happened while still crying. You wish the earth could just eat you whole, make you disappear from the earth, from this world, from this life.

You keep pressuring yourself that this is your fault for days till your hair has a few strands of white hair that you have noticed.

The wedding was within the week, and you both got married and wed. That very day and night of the "honeymoon," he slams you against the bed carelessly and forcibly spears open your legs with his hand while another pins both your head on top of your head.

You whisper near your ear,True to be told, I have actually noticed that since you were just a little girl, you always had a crush on me, so technically you wanted this to happen, so don't cry like last time, dear."

Your eyes go wide when you hear that he actually noticed. He knows that you have no words—absolutely no words.

That night was as horrible and traumatizing as the night you both had together. Princess Alyssa personally tries to help you escape; even after the marriage, she still supports you, even knowing the fact you are technically her stepmother.

But she accepted you, and you were quite stunned at how she handled the situation. Even though it was like hell, she still helped, whether by holding you while you were crying or whatever she was still there. It felt like she was starting to take care of you instead of you taking care of her like how you first promised.

In one of the many attempts of you trying to escape and her helping you with it, you both were caught, and Emperor Edward decided to punish you by isolating you and sentencing Princess Alyssa to be beheaded, his own daughter.

And you were forbidden to give her any visits after the situation. You didn't get the chance to even give her the last hug or talk or anything, not even a goodbye. You even threatened to kill yourself if he didn't allow you to see her, but he just laughs at you and tells the guards to throw you inside a dungeon where there's nothing, not even a window, so you have to rely on the fire outside.

Just like that, she's gone forever. You cry for days and refuse to eat, sleep, or even drink. The king himself has to personally force-feed you so that you don't die. You even scream and beat him as hard as you can in rage whenever you see him, but he just stands there, not unbothered. You might as well think that he doesn't even care or feel anything anymore, no remorse, no nothing, just disgusting lovesick eyes looking at you.

"I just can't get enough of you, love~"

Your life goes on until you have had enough, like enough one more year of this. You seriously don't think you want to be reincarnated into another life. You desperately want to feel things instead of being trapped in the shared chamber all day long, only allowed to go out to the garden for 1 hour to get fresh air with a few ladies in waiting and your own trusted servants near you to keep being aware of you and make sure you're not doing anything harmful to yourself or escaping.

You came up with the stupidest and most shameful idea. You decide to frame yourself for cheating on Emperor Edward and confess to him that you cheated. Making up fake clues for others to notice and gossip about, but the emperor refuses to believe it, so you told him personally.

"I cheated on you, Edward."

"You must be joking, dear. How would you even be able to do that, hm?"

but you just keep repeating the sentence, "I cheated on you."

This makes him overthink and triggers him, and he ends up struggling with you to death in the process. You still keep repeating the sentence, which forces him to grip your neck even harder till you are no longer breathing—not even a single movement, just soulless eyes staring straight.

When he realized that it was too late and there was no turning back, he let go of your neck, and you collapsed onto the ground, dead. He kneeled down next to you; finally, at this moment, he felt guilty for everything. He reflected on the things he had done to you, the amount of damage. Why didn't he think about this earlier? Maybe that could help him.

No, it's your fault for cheating on him. How dare you filthy women cheat on an emperor that has done everything for her sake? To this day he still blames you, but part of him does regret not caring what you felt and thought. He only treated you like a toy, a glass doll that would easily be broken. But he just couldn't help but love you with all his might, even if it meant hurting you.

He tried to keep your body from decomposing and rotting and would soak you in water to slow down the decomposing. He even went mad and brought you to the throne room for events, dressed you properly, stuffed you with cotton to keep you looking more alive, and said to others, "My wife is doing well; look at her, she's such a sleepy head; look at her sleeping, hehe…"

Sadly, eventually, he had no other choice but to finally bury you because your body was decomposing and smelling really bad. At the funeral, he gives a speech on how she was in his life and how he can't believe she died before him from 'sickness' and oh how sad he was and how he saw her glowing up into an elegant woman and more.

Prince James also gave a speech about how you try helping out, that he always sees her as a mother figure, and how (y/n) has always tried her best. He was innocent in all of these; as well, he even balled his eyes out when he found out that you died.

At the very last moment of seeing your face, he cupped your cheek one last time.

"Oh, how much I will miss you oh how I wish that I could go with you as well, but it's fine you don't need to worry love In my will, when I die, I'm going to be buried right next to you." He says that while chuckling while feeling remorse.

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omg, there are so many things I want to comment on but erm yeah this is how it is??? it could have been worse

[regardtheinnocent]

Contains: SoftDom!reader, Sub!Blade, Gentle sex, Established Relationship, Reader is has a cock or a strap on, Penetration (Character recieving), Pretty fluffy overall, porn little plot.

Ahhhh first post !!!!

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Blade wasn't used to this.

He was used to the harsh punches, the cruel words and the deafness to any he needs he might have had—

not this.

Your hands gently rubbed over his scarred skin, taking care to run those fingers of your's along each dip and scrape in his body, or so you called it— "each perfection".

It was true that you never allowed him to feel sourly about his scars— nor any part of himself, in all honesty.

"Beautiful." You'd whisper, your voice only audible to him. And he listened, oh did he listen.

Every soft and comforting word that split your lips was like a warm caress to the bone-tired immortal.

Despite everything, Blade found himself unable to resist melting into your hands.

The stellaron hunter swallowed thickly instead of allowing himself to let out the breathy gasp that had pushed against his lips. He had nothing to hide from you, he knew.

But it was just so embarrassing.

You didn't seem to mind, though.

You happily indulged in your naked intimacy with him, hips keeping a pleasing and slow pace.

Blade couldn't help but turn his face away, unable to hold your intense gaze any longer.

His cheeks were too red, the heat that pooled in his belly was too hot— you weren't even doing anything.

He shouldn't feel this pathetic— not at all.

But Blade couldn't help it, he had been robbed of this for much too long.

And at long last, there was nothing holding the both of you back from each other.

A sharp gasp burst from the man's lips as his rough hands grasped onto your bare back, nails threatening to dig into your skin at any moment.

You chuckled softly, not being able to resist giving another, deeper thrust, letting yourself hit Blade's prostate perfectly.

He couldn't help it this time, there was no way for himself to control his sounds when you were sweet to him like this.

So he didn't.

Blade let out a weak moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he held onto you, feeling your thrusts continue to hit deep inside of him.

“That’s it, angel.” You murmured to him. Your voice sounded so soft, so tender, so loving. It drew an almost shy moan from the stellaron hunter’s lips, which of course was a sound that you reveled in.

“Don’t— M’not an angel- Ah!” Blade tried to protest against the sweet term of endearment, though it was a lost cause. After all, it was if your purpose in the universe was to shower the immortal with more praise than had ever been uttered in the history of existence.

You knew that it would only take a little while longer for your lover to stop resisting your pet names, after all it was clear that Blade’s mind was melting.

“You’re my angel, Blade. All mine.” You whispered back as a heavy breath left your lungs. Your hips lurched forward, allowing you to once more hit Blade’s prostate.

“Fuh—Fuck!” The stellaron hunter nearly sobs, his blunt nails scratching at your back in a desperate bid to ground himself. A useless one, but one nonetheless.

Blade’s cock would sway upwards, nearly hitting his tummy with every deep thrust you did. The poor thing was nearly red with neglect, and pre-cum gushed from the tip in an unending stream.

Your hand that had once been holding Blade's hip, drifted to the side in order to take hold of his cock.

You synced your motions, your hand would move downwards when you thrusted in, before moving back up. Your thumb would rub over Blade's tip when you stilled yourself in him for a moment, then the action would repeat all over again.

It was driving Blade mad.

"Good... you're getting close, aren't you?" You ask in that tender tone of your's. It wasn't as if the man could lie to you, so he nodded his head up and down as he screwed his eyes shut.

You gave Blade a sharp thrust and a quick stroke of his cock before murmuring to him once more.

"Words, darling." Ah.. but he could barely even speak. It was cute to see him try, though.

"Mhm— hngh! Close, close— can I?" Blade babbles almost nonsensically, though you're lucky to have experienced this sort of talk from him enough times to have a good understanding of what he was trying to convey.

His scarred back arched beautifully as you deepened your thrusts, hitting places that Blade didn't know existed inside of him.

"Go ahead, sweetheart... You've been so good." You whisper to him, your voice is gentle, coaxing even.

And Blade can't help but feel safe for once, with your body hunched over his and your breath on his neck.

Its more comforting than it really should be.

Without much warning, cum shoots out of his tip, staining his muscular tummy and even some of his chest. Blade also tightens around you, hard, making you let out a groan of your own.

The poor stellaron's thighs tremble with his aftershocks, and his eyes remain rolled back in his head for a few seconds before they slide shut.

You still your hips, instead focusing on kissing away the tears that still wetted your lover's cheeks.

"Come back to me, dear." Those words leave your mouth in a hushed murmur as you bring yourself to lay beside your lover.

Without much thought, you wrap your arms around Blade's quivering body, bringing the large man close to you as he comes down from his high.

You've since pulled out of him, though that does little to ease the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.

"...Mngh." Blade presses his face into your chest, wordlessly letting you know that he was fine. It was common for him to be quiet after sex, though that didn't stop the stellaron hunter from acting like a big teddy bear.

You chuckle softly and brush some of his hair behind his ear.

"I love you." You coo to him.

"...love you." He slurs back.

[fa1rydr3ams]

“Holiday Wars”

Submissive Loki Laufeyson x Dom Gn! Reader

| cw: nsfw, humor, mild language, enemies-to-lovers tension

| a/n: day 19 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

The moment you stepped into the main floor of Stark Tower, you could feel the tension thick enough to rival the snowstorm raging outside. Strings of half-hung lights dangled precariously from the ceiling, and boxes of ornaments were scattered across the room like abandoned chess pieces in a game you weren’t winning. Loki stood in the middle of the chaos, arms folded, his sharp features set in an expression of pure disdain.

“You call this festive?” he drawled, his British lilt dripping with derision as he gestured at the half-decorated room. “It looks like a reindeer vomited on the walls.”

“And yet you’re the one standing there doing absolutely nothing to fix it,” you shot back, dropping the box of decorations you’d been hauling onto the nearest table. You rolled your shoulders, already exhausted, though it wasn’t from the decorating. Babysitting Loki was more draining than fighting off an alien invasion.

He smirked, the kind that made you want to hurl a candy cane at his stupidly perfect face. “I wasn’t aware that babysitting included manual labor. Though I must say, you do look fetching covered in tinsel.”

You glanced down at the stray strand of gold tinsel clinging to your sweater and brushed it off with a scowl. “If I wanted sass, I’d hang out with Tony,” you muttered. “Now, are you actually going to help, or are you just going to stand there and critique my hard work?”

Loki arched a brow, his pale green eyes glittering with amusement. “Why would I sully my hands with such trivialities when you seem so adept at it?”

The audacity of this man. You closed the distance between the two of you, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, heat prickling at the base of your neck. “You’re on house arrest, Laufeyson. You don’t exactly have the luxury of picking and choosing your duties.”

“I am hardly a servant,” he replied, the haughty tone of a prince slipping into his words. “And I have no intention of wasting my divine talents on—”

“Divine talents?” you interrupted, snorting. “You’ve been stuck here for weeks, and the only thing you’ve managed to do is annoy the hell out of everyone.”

His smirk widened. “A skill I’ve perfected, wouldn’t you agree?”

For a brief moment, the two of you stood locked in a silent battle, the twinkling lights around you casting playful shadows on his annoyingly sharp cheekbones. The air between you was charged, not unlike the static that zaps your fingertips when handling too much tinsel. And maybe, just maybe, there was something more simmering beneath the irritation.

“Fine,” you said, breaking the silence with an exaggerated sigh. “If you’re not going to help, you can at least hand me the ornaments while I fix your disaster of a garland.”

“Ordering me around now, are we?” he mused, taking a leisurely step closer. His voice dipped slightly, rich with suggestion. “I wonder what else you think you can command of me.”

You refused to give him the satisfaction of blushing, though his words sent a shiver down your spine. Plucking an ornament from the table, you shoved it into his hands. “Start with this. Then we’ll see how useful you really are.”

He leaned in, his lips quirking at the corners, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh, I assure you, darling. I can be very… useful.”

Your breath hitched, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. But you weren’t about to let Loki win this little game. Not yet.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to back down from the sultry edge in his voice or the spark dancing in his eyes. Instead, you smirked, stepping even closer until you were nearly toe-to-toe with him.

“Is that so?” you said, your tone light and teasing as you reached up and looped the end of a stray ribbon dangling from his collar around your finger. You gave it a playful tug, forcing him to dip his head just slightly. “Then prove it.”

Loki’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second—just enough for you to see the flicker of surprise before he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. “You truly are a tyrant, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Takes one to know one,” you replied, releasing the ribbon with a flick of your wrist. You stepped around him, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you went. “Now, hang the damn ornament.”

You didn’t have to look back to know he was watching you. You could feel his gaze burning into your back, the weight of it sending a thrill through you that you tried very hard to ignore. Loki Laufeyson might be infuriating, but he was also intoxicating in the worst way possible.

You busied yourself with the garland, trying to focus on fluffing the greenery and securing the strands that had come loose. But the sound of his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, made your hands falter.

“You know,” he said, his voice dangerously close to your ear, “I never thought mortal holidays could be so… stimulating.”

The way he said the word made your stomach flip. You turned your head slightly, finding him much closer than you expected, his breath warm against your skin.

“Careful, Loki,” you warned, though your voice lacked the bite you intended. “You might actually start enjoying yourself.”

He chuckled, low and rich, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, I think I already am.”

The tension between you crackled like a yule log in the fire, and you knew you were walking a razor-thin line. Still, you couldn’t help but lean into it, just a little. Maybe it was the holiday spirit—or maybe it was the way his smirk softened ever so slightly when you met his gaze.

“You missed a spot,” you murmured, pointing to a bare patch of garland just above his shoulder.

“Did I?” he replied, but he made no move to step away.

“Mm-hmm.” You tilted your head, eyes locking with his as a daring smile curved your lips. “Guess you’ll have to fix it.”

The room felt too warm all of a sudden, the faint hum of Christmas music in the background fading as the space between you grew smaller.

As Loki's eyes sparkled with mischief, he slowly raised his hands, his fingers brushing against the garland. "I suppose I have no choice but to rectify this situation," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath dancing across your skin.

With a deliberate slowness, he began to weave the garland around the banister, his hands moving with an oddly sensual precision that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but notice the way his fingers stroked the greenery, the gentle tug of the ribbon as he secured it in place.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between you punctuated only by the soft rustle of the garland and the distant sound of holiday music. You felt like you were drowning in the depths of his eyes, the blue seeming to darken.

Loki's gaze never wavered, his eyes holding yours captive as he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. You could feel the warmth of his body, the whisper of his breath on your skin, and your pulse began to pound in your veins like a drum.

The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a world of sparkling lights and forbidden desire. And as Loki's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you knew that this holiday decorating was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

As Loki's hand touched yours, a spark of electricity ran through your body, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The garland, once the focus of your attention, was now forgotten, dangling limply from the banister as you both stood there motionless.

You held Loki's gaze, your eyes locked onto his, as you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and anticipation, but he tried to pull away, a faint pout forming on his lips.

"Let me go," he said, his voice low and petulant, but his eyes betrayed him, flashing with a hint of excitement. You didn't release your grip, instead, you tugged him closer, your fingers tightening around his wrist.

"I think we've decorated enough for one day," you said, your voice low as you leaned in, your breath whispering against his ear. Loki's eyes rolled back, his eyelids fluttering closed, and he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

But as your lips brushed against his, he jerked back, his eyes snapping open, a look of mock indignation on his face. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of annoyance and desire.

You just smiled, your lips curling up in a small grin, and pulled him back in, your tongue probing deeper into his mouth. Loki's body responded, his hands coming up to push against your chest, but his fingers curled into your shirt, holding on instead of pushing away.

As you deepened the kiss, Loki's eyes fluttered closed, his body melting into yours, his lips parting to allow your tongue to explore his mouth. But even as he surrendered to the kiss, he still tried to maintain a semblance of control, his hands gripping your shirt, his fingers digging into your skin.

You could feel the tension in his body, the conflicting desires warring within him, and you knew that he was torn between wanting to resist and wanting to give in. But as the kiss grew more intense, Loki's resistance began to crumble, his body relaxing into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance.

As you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Loki's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire, but his lips still curled into a pout. "I didn't want to do that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes told a different story.

You smiled, a low, husky laugh escaping your lips as you gazed into Loki's eyes. "Is that true?" you teased, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your mouth certainly didn't make it seem that way." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "It seemed like you were enjoying yourself, like you couldn't get enough."

Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, his face inches from yours. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice low and rough, but his body betrayed him, leaning in closer, his lips almost touching yours.

You chuckled, a soft, seductive sound, and Loki's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he gazed into yours. You could see the conflict within him, the war between his desire for control and his desire for surrender. And you knew that you were winning, that he was slowly giving in to his desires.

Without another word, you leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's resistance crumbled, his body melting into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Loki gave in, completely and utterly, his body surrendering to yours, his lips, his tongue, his every fiber responding to your touch.

As you broke apart, gasping for air, Loki's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a fierce, unspoken desire. You could see the surrender in his eyes, the acceptance of his own desires, and it only fueled your own passion.

Without a word, you took Loki's hand, pulling him towards the couch. He followed, his eyes never leaving yours, his body seeming to move of its own accord. You pushed him down onto the couch, his back against the cushions, and then you sat down on his lap, straddling him with your legs.

Loki's eyes flashed with surprise, but then his gaze dropped to your lips, and he seemed to forget all about his surroundings. His hands came up, wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heat, his desire, and it only made you want him more.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You're so cute like this," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he seemed to melt into your touch, his body relaxing into yours. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

You smiled, a slow, inviting smile, and then leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's body arched up, his hips pressing against yours, and you could feel the desire building between you, a desire that threatened to consume you both.

As you kissed, you could feel Loki's hands moving, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, the swell of your hips. You could feel his need, and thought he wouldn’t admit it, he wanted you. You were lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of Loki's body beneath yours, lost in the taste of his lips, the feel of his skin.

You pulled away one last time, your hand pulling through his long black hair, looking directly into his eyes. He looked between each eye, his gaze darting back and forth, and you could see him trying to focus his attention. For a moment, you just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts.

Loki's eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated, and his face was flushed with desire. You could see the desire written all over his face, the need, the want, the surrender. And in that moment, you knew that you had him, completely and utterly.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "Good job, Loki." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he smiled goofily, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the energy, and anticipation in his eyes.

suggestions for other fandoms I should write for after ficmas is over?

dividers by @anitalenia !

[searching4silence]

MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

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| cw: woc yn, fem reader

You had just landed in Tokyo, the hum of the city greeting you like an old friend. Neon signs flickered against the night sky, casting their reflections across streets glossed with rain water. Despite the familiar sights, the air tasted different after so long.

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The taxi ride from the airport was a blur of headlights and distant chatter, the city moving too fast and yet not fast enough. Your fingers drummed lightly against the window as the campus district came into view, UA College’s silhouette standing proud against the skyline. For a moment, memories of late-night study sessions, campus festivals, and training drills resurfaced, tethering you to a version of yourself that felt worlds away.

But that was then.

Now, as the taxi pulled up in front of your apartment complex, the realization hit. You were back, and for good this time. No more modeling gigs in New York, no more late-night flights across the ocean. Tokyo was your stage again—only this time, the spotlight wasn’t just on your quirk.

Dragging your suitcase through the entrance, you stepped into the warmth of your apartment. Sparse but familiar, the space echoed with the faint hum of city life through the windows. Setting your bags aside, you collapsed onto the couch, exhaling the tension from your shoulders. Before you could sink too far into the cushions, your phone buzzed against your thigh.

The screen lit up with a name that instantly made you smile: [minaashidoo] sent you a message: OMG UR BACK

You barely had time to unlock your phone before another notification appeared.

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You let out a sigh of content looking back at your screen one last time. Its not like you we’re gonna unpack tonight anyways. Pushing yourself off of the couch and grabbing your phone. Making your way down the hall into your beloved bedroom.

“listening party…huh,” announcing to no one in particular you looked through the sea of clothes left in your closet. The words slipped into the quiet room, met only by the faint rustle of clothes as hangers touching beneath sifting hands.

Fabric slid between your fingers—soft, sleek, rubbery—each option carrying a different vibe. A quick glance at the clock nudged you to make a decision. The chosen outfit draped across the bed as accessories clinked softly atop the dresser. Perfume lingered faintly in the air, the last spritz settling against your skin as the mirror reflected a sight you never feared to see.

Phone in hand, a quick snap captured the moment; the prelude to a night that hadn’t yet begun.

The city air clung to your skin as you stepped onto the pavement, the faint hum of distant traffic weaving through the night. Streetlights cast golden halos against the sidewalk, and the faint pulse of music echoed from somewhere down the block. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, a quick glance revealing Mina’s name flashing across the screen.

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The notification bubble vanished as footsteps approached from the corner. Pink bubblegum hair bounced with every step, eyes sparkling with excitement as Mina rushed forward, practically throwing herself into your arms.

“Finally! I swear it’s been forever!” Her voice carried a mix of joy and mock exasperation, muffled slightly against your shoulder.

“It’s only been…what? A year?” you teased, though the warmth of her hug made it clear the time apart had been far too long.

“Yeah, well, that’s like forever in best friend years. Come on, I want you to meet the band!” Mina looped her arm through yours, tugging you down the street with all the enthusiasm of someone determined not to miss a single beat of the night.

Building lights blurred past as the venue came into view—a low hum of bass vibrating through the pavement, the faint pulse of anticipation threading through your veins.

all images used are from pinterest.

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[kxsalt]

The Huntress. Prowling through the house, the bunnygirl sneaks up on her wolf boyfriend. She enters the bedroom silently. Staying low, the girl crawls on all fours to avoid detection. The handsome wolfboy is reclining and scrolling through his phone. Unaware, he yawns and stretches out his long, powerful body. The tiny bunnygirl peers over the bed, wiggles her butt, and leaps.

One smooth pounce and the bunny lands on top of him. “Rawrrr!” She squeaks as she pins him to the bed. Shocked, the wolf almost tosses her off. He relaxes as he feels her weak hands press against him. “Oh nooo…” The man growls. “…you caught me…” The faint teasing tone in his voice is lost on her. “Yup!” She announces proudly. “Now I’m gonna eatcha.”

Little bunny bites nibble on his biceps. He chortles as her lips work their way up his shoulders to his neck. The wolf’s hands rub against her sides. She grinds herself against him, tiny bites turning into longer kisses. Lifting her head up, the bunny stares into his eyes. “I’m a scawy pwedator.” The girl explains with shaky confidence. Her boyfriend gives her an approving nod. “Mmhm, very scary.”

The bunnygirl’s face blushes pink. A sudden realization of their size difference makes her brain fuzzy. She tries to keep it together. The tiny bunny rocks her hips on top of the large wolf. Using her last ounce of assertiveness, the girl’s hands run down his muscled body to his cock. “This… uh- bun’s gonna… uhm… do…” It takes both of her little paws to grip it.

Her voice trails off as she strokes him. The wolf rises up and plays with her tits. She shivers when his teeth scrape her nipples. Regaining focus, the bunny predator pushes against his chest. He leans back, letting her pin him again. Gripping his cock again, she pushes the head against her wet pussy. “I’m gonna do whateffer- what-effort, uh, what…” The little bunny stutters through her attempts at domination.

Nervous, she can’t quite squeeze his cock inside herself. The girl starts to panic. He watches her get more flustered as it slips and pushes around. A gentle finger runs down her ribs. “You’re doing great, bun. Relax.” The wolf flashes her a toothy grin. She lets out a long exhale and lowers her hips down onto her boyfriend’s cock. Her nose twitches as she eases him inside. “oof…”

“Such a vicious predator. I’m so helpless.” The wolf mutters as he gently lifts her up and adjusts her into a more comfortable position. “All yours, bunny. What are you going to do?” She quivers as the second-last inch of his cock pushes inside. The girl had never been able to fit him all in and today was no different. “Uhhh… gonna… uhhh… caught you…” Her boyfriend smiles and waits for her to start bouncing.

Up. Her hips rise, pussy gripping tight as it runs up the hung wolf cock. Down. The bunny pushes him back in, and starts to cum. “eeeeek!!!” Convulsing, she bites into his chest and starts to sob. Another few hops from her hips and she orgasms. Crying and humping, the huntress cums on the ensnared wolf. “I can’t…” She whimpers. “I can’t…” Her face nuzzles against his. Holding the small bunny in his arms, he kisses her forehead.

She sniffles softly. Unable to move, the girl’s orgasm still sends shudders through her body. “Do you want to keep going…?” The wolf asks, rubbing her back. Embarrassed by her lack of control, the bunny nods. “Yes, but…”

“…can I be your prey?” She stares up at him with teary eyes, still speared on his thick cock. The man wipes her face gently and kisses her lips. “Of course, bunny. That’s okay.” Letting out a long, gasping exhale, she melts into his arms. “…thank you…”

He sits upright, letting her nestle in his lap. Holding her by the torso he pumps his cock into the little bunny. “You were always my prey, sweetheart.” Folded around him, her heels dig into his back. “mmyuh… you’re the best predator…” He lifts and moves her up and down as he pleases. “The biggest…” His cock thumps into her tight bunnycunt. “The meanest…” The wolf sinks his teeth into her neck. “The scariest…”

The girl is a wet needy mess by the time he cums. He wipes her off and gives her water to drink. She takes a short nap on his chest before hopping off to the shower. When she emerges from the steamy room, the bedroom is silent and empty. The girl grins.

The bunny wanders to the kitchen looking for a snack. She doesn’t make it halfway before he grabs her. Trying to escape, the powerful man wrestles her to the floor. A loud burst of laughter as he forces her legs open. A long whine of pleasure as he thrusts his cock inside. The bunnygirl is completely at the mercy of the vicious wolf. The bite mark bruise on her neck makes him rut deep and hard.

“My prey.” The wolf growls as his hips buck into her tiny frame. “My predator <3” The bunny squeaks as she lifts her legs up high to let him get deeper. The couple kiss, entangled on the floor. Their tongues play with each other as he breaks her. Wet smacking and tiny bunny squeaks punctuate the air as he gnaws on her bare tits. She holds on tight as she cums, whimpering with every thrust and bite. “…my predator…”

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.

[irisluvsabby]

ellie wanting to fuck you with the strap for the first time

cw: oral, strap on (obviously), squirting, overstimulation and idk probably other stuff

you and ellie had been dating for about two month and it was great, ellie was a sweetheart and everything was easy and fun with her. also the sex was awesome.. and right now you guys were watching a movie in ellie's small student apartment, but she was unusually fidgety and kept looking looking at you throughout the movie.

"you okay els?", you asked her while putting your hand on her thigh. "yeah um actually i've been meaning to ask you something" she admits, not directly looking into your eyes. "yeah?" you encourage her to continue. "well you know our sex is so great and all but i was thinking, what do you think about trying to use a strap?"

"oh" you laugh softly, "that's what you were nervous about asking me?", she frowns "well yeah?"

"aw ellie i'd love for us to use a strap", she smiles as you say that as she gets relieved. "okay just wait" she says as she started walking to her bedroom.

when she comes back she's holding a 7 inches strap on. "holy shit els, you actually bought that?" you ask her while still looking at the silicone dick. "well yeah i'd love to use it on you.." she said, blushing and looking at the toy in her hands.

"how can i say no to that" you say winking as you settle yourself on the couch, getting on your back. ellie doesn't waste one second, puts the strap on the table near and gets on top of you. you quickly start kissing her lips as she returns the kiss, her hands toying with the waist band of your shorts. "can i take them off?" she asked so cutely, "yes please" you whine as she kisses you neck. next thing you know your shorts and panties are on the floor and ellie has her hands around your hips as she eating you out.

"you're so good ellie fuck---", you moan while running your fingers in her hair, which couldn't make ellie happier as she was eating you out not wasting a single drop of your arousal. "mhm?" she hummed against your pussy sending vibrations right to your clit. "ells- els-- shit! i'm going to cum baby please!" you start shaking as you're getting so close to the edge when suddenly nothing.

"what the fuck ellie??" you ask, confused and denied of an orgasm. "want you to cum on my cock first tonight" she answers, getting up from the couch and reaching for the strap on to attach it around her hips. you huff, crossing your arms and looking at her. "aw come on" she says as she finishes attaching her strap and lifts you in her arms to take you back to her bedroom and laying you down on the bed.

once laying on ellie's bed, you finally take off your tank top and spread your legs teasingly, still staring at ellie. "come onnnn don't keep me waiting..." you whine, your voice slow, and sultry. "so inpatient..", ellie teases before getting on top of you one hand beside your head, the other cupping your jaw before her lips crash into yours, kissing you hungrily, you slide your tongue in her mouth, fighting for dominance with hers but she quickly took control of the kiss, making you whine and moan in it.

she then parts from your lips to look down at her strap and your pussy impossibly close now. "ready?" she asks looking into your eyes. "mhm!" you answer her and not even a second later you feel the head of the silicone toy lining up with your entrance. you moan louder as ellie's strap slowly eases into you, carefully as she tried not to hurt you. "you okay?" she asks, making sure before she finally starts to thrust into you after your approval. the first thrust stroked directly your g spot in a way you didn't even know was possible, making you scratch ellie's back. she moaned to that, taking it as a sign to keep going.

"fuck that feels so good ellie don't stop- dont stoppp" you start to moan as she fucks you so good. "oh im not stopping until you cum all over this dick baby", she groans, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room now. she continue her thrusting, to keep hitting that sweet spot you love so much.

your legs wrap around her waist instinctively, pulling her closer. you’re panting, a mess beneath her, your body slick with sweat and legs shaking like crazy. "you're shaking baby, you close already?" she chuckles "we've only been at it for like 10 minutes come on". she teases you “shut up—ellie—fuck—I’m gonna cum—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

ellie smirks, her thrusts getting deeper and sloppier as she chases your own release. then, your body tenses and loud moans leave your mouth as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. you feel your eyes water as the orgasm seems to be never ending, pleasure only getting stronger as ellie continues to thrust inside of you. "jesus fuck-" ellie moans, watching you fall apart only because of her. "you always look so pretty when you cum". you whine, both from the sensation of your orgasms left overs and from ellie's word.

ellie's thrust are not stopping thought, she wants to see you at your limit, "ellie- too much-" you beg ellie while still pulling her in with your legs as she overstimulates you. "i know, i know, but your still so wet and your cunt is pulling me in, it's like she wants more.." she's says, looking down at where you too met. then without any warning another orgasm hits you, stronger this time but quicker. you shake and moan in ellie's grasp as she watches in awe. "god, you're so fucking hot... i didn't know you could do that shit." she says as you come down from your orgasm and she stills her thrusts. you look down to see ellie's whole lower half soaked.

"oh my god..", you whine, laying back down on the sheets as ellie slowly pulls out of you. "that's so embarrassing els.." you say, trying to hide yourself from her. "are you kidding me? this shit was the hottest thing i've ever seen, and i'm counting on seeing it again" she chuckles before kissing your forehead and taking you in her arms "come on, lets get you cleaned up."