#wlw drabble

[welostheplot]

── stream sniped

a one-shot about streamer!ellie falling for a random influencer who wants nothing to do with her (except she actually does).

content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, modern au, strangers to lovers, ellie's down bad, so is reader you’re just better at hiding it, twitch chat/discord sever/titkok comment antics (that were a bitch to write ngl), MDNI 18+, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), there's like a splash of meta during the smut that made me giggle when deciding to include it, reader described as having a clit

word count: 5.6k

author's note: so this is where i reveal myself as having quite a bit of knowledge about streaming/gaming/chronic online-ness in general. also, does this count as loser!ellie? am i part of the gang?! anyways, i hope you enjoy!

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: we're soooooo back 😤 !discord !drops

“alright, alright,” ellie muttered, dragging a hand down her face as she leaned toward her second monitor. “let’s do today’s discord submissions. i’ve been skipping out on them because you guys have been fucking weird lately, so... don’t make me regret this.”

her camera’s a little off-center—she obviously just rolled out of bed, the unmade sheets still visibly rumpled in the background, and her hair's clearly unbrushed beyond probably a haphazard comb through with her fingers.

ghostpeekr: !!!!!!!! tryqt: BE NICE ELLIE elliesdischarge: i just sent a pic of my cat meow for her rn whiffytiffany: is she playing with chat members for fortnite tonight???? elliethrows4me: dude make your bed.

ellie sighed, already regretting everything. “i never make my bed, you guys know this by now” she grumbled, clicking into her discord anyway. the #stream-submissions channel lit up immediately. “alright. what are we working with today…”

she scrolled through hundreds of chats, stopping at the ones with the most reactions. first up was a photo of someone’s dog.

she squinted. “this is your… dog?” it’s a tiny, wet-looking chihuahua wrapped in a blanket like a human baby.

“that’s—okay, listen, i’m sure she’s very sweet. but she looks like kind of like a maggot? why the fuck are her eyes doing that.”

lootsluttt: LMFAOOOO v4nitymirror: SHE’S MY BABY ellieclips: you’re the maggot-looking one actually. princessp3ach: UR GOING TO HELL

she kept scrolling.

“okay, next up—dinner pic. we’ve got noodles, veggies… chicken? that’s chicken, right?” she tilted her head. “yeah, okay. this looks gas. eight out of ten. presentation is questionable, but i’d eat it.”

nerfventure: W DINNER flick_n_trick: it’s pad thai dumbass ecam96: NOT U CALLING IT UGLY NotElliesAlt: u’d eat anything tho

ellie glanced at chat and snorted. “okay, but i’m a growing girl, i’ve got a big appetite!”

elliesdischarge: i got something you can eat message deleted by a moderator. dusty_diamond: RATE MY SETUP PLSSSS I JUST POSTED IT sandydunez: okay so where’s the growing part tho?

next post. it was a tiktok.

she paused. “okay, wait. is this gonna get me banned like the last time?”

the video started playing anyway. one of those dramatic thirst edits. saweetie’s my type blasted in the background, and a slideshow began: a list titled in giant capital letters:

“THE HOTTEST WOMEN ON THE PLANET — RANKED.”

ellie raised a brow. “mmmkay. hot women, my specialty. let’s see who made the cut.”

#5 was some instagram model. she nodded approvingly. “valid…”

#4 was a streamer she knew—kind of annoying in real life. she wrinkled her nose. “mid. there’s better streamers out there, you know. ones that might be on your screen. like…right now. i dunno, just saying.”

#3 was that girl from a CW show that everyone insisted was underrated.

#2 was a picture of asami from nickolodeon’s the legend of korra.

she looked at the camera. “okay, but, like…deadass, why am i not on here? this one’s not even a real person?”

leilaniiii: GIRL BE FR nonbinarybullets: 💀💀💀 elliesyumyum: ur like top 17 at best tima0911: not everything is about you smelly.

she flipped off the camera, a grin tugging at her mouth. “you guys have no taste.”

and then—#1.

the music swelled. the tiktok cut to a clip of you.

it was casual, not even a thirst trap—just you in a tank top and sweats, talking to your chat, laughing at something off screen. it was one of those clips where someone was effortlessly attractive without trying, and ellie immediately leaned closer to her screen.

she blinked. “who even is that?”

whiffytiffany: NO WAY mikuirl: THAT’S MOTHER maybemaddie: HER @ IS pastaluvrrr NotElliesAlt: ELLIE BE SERIOUS

ellie’s brows pulled together, genuinely confused. “i’ve literally never seen her in my life. also her user is literally pasta lover. i’m supposed to be impressed?”

usuallylurkin: L + RATIO + SHE'S HOTTER THAN U ellieclips: ur username is smellie btw paine_45: she's like famous famous slaystation_: SHE’S SO GFFFF

she waved a dismissive hand and clicked off the video.

“never heard of her,” she muttered, already loading up fortnite. “anyways. queueing up squads. if you stream snipe and don’t let me win, you’re getting banned.”

it took approximately four hours.

four hours between ellie squinting at your face on stream and someone from her chat catching her lurking in your comment section.

the tiktok in question wasn’t even that serious. you’d filmed yourself in your bathroom mirror, hair half up, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder baggy t-shirts, mouthing along to some audio.

and right there, in the comments section, was ellie’s account:

@ smellie: “wait she’s kinda bad tho”

of course, one of her viewers immediately took a screenshot before ellie even had the chance to delete it. not that she would’ve. but still.

by midnight, the screenshot had already gone viral.

a photo post popped up on for you pages everywhere, featuring a zoomed-in screenshot of the comment with saweetie playing again in the background (naturally). the caption read:

“i think ellie figured out who she was.”

it had 70k likes within the hour.

and, of course—you reposted it.

the comments on the post immediately flooded with:

“OMG SHE REPOSTED” “not ellie switching up so fast” “ellie back up SHE’S MINE”

meanwhile, ellie’s discord exploded.

#general was moving so fast, the mods were genuinely worried:

smelly mod #7: sooooo @ smellie we saw the tiktok 😭

within minutes, ellie herself was typing.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: GUYS chill out omg smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: you’re literally blowing my street cred smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: also there was NOTHING wrong with what i said. she’s fine asf. i was simply making an observation

naturally, no one let her breathe.

ashieee: street cred????? wizard bupple: what streets u live in wyoming cuh ellie's gf #real #actually: remember when u didn’t know or care who she was

ellie attempted damage control.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: okay FIRST OF ALL, wyoming can get scrappy. i have plenty of cred. smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: and SECOND OF ALL. y’all clipped me out of context smelly mod #2: you literally said “who even is that” allyson.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱: in 4k babe. we got u in 4k

at some point, she just gave up.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: i hate all of you smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: ok but if someone made very hot, sexy romantical edits of us tg i’d probably hate you a little less smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: #otp?! 🥺

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: new drop just landed. ur welcome 😎 tiktok.com/smellie

it was… a thirst trap.

or her version of one, which meant it was shot in her kitchen with bad lighting and camera half-tilted, lip-syncing to some dumb audio while wearing a backwards hat.

before her regulars could even start roasting her for it, someone had already forwarded the message from #announcements to #general with a reply:

pastalover: nobody’s watching ts 🤣

the server went feral.

laffey ʚɞ: HELLO???? marisol (she/they): EXCUSE ME??? ellie's shift key: you mean to tell me she has been here the whole time??? smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: YOU’RE IN HERE??????

ellie immediately direct messaged you.

smellie: you’ve been lurking like a freak smellie: you didn’t even say hi smellie: and THAT’S what you break the silence with??? pastalover: be grateful i even watched it enough to know it was cringe

and then, a day later, you went live.

a rare event. your streams weren’t regular—more like when you were bored and felt cute. your overlay was minimal. just chat, a little corner cam, and non-copyrighted lofi in the background.

you were doing a get ready with me stream, mid-eyeliner, when you glanced over at chat and smirked.

"yes, i saw ellie’s most recent tiktok. yes, i wish i hadn’t.” you said, voice lazy with disinterest. “she’s, like, obsessed with me.”

topnoodle44: MY OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥰 0ping: BE SERIOUS ellieuseslightmode: ellie’s gonna faint altaccnumber26: she’s in chat rn btw iclutchforpastalover: she’s BEEN in chat

you paused.

“oh.” you looked at the camera with a raised brow. “she’s here? figures.”

ellie’s username popped up in chat two seconds later.

smellie: looking so good bestie 😳 smellie: drop the lip combo smellie: or come here and kiss me so i can try it on smellie: wait who said that-

you rolled your eyes. “i use a revlon lip liner in the shade mauve and then the elf lip oil in the shade jam session. not that these words would mean anything to you.”

smellie: blah blah blah. proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

you scoffed. “you’re unserious.”

mikuirl: just admit you kinda like her flirting maybemaddie: WAIT I LOVE THE ELF LIP OILS WE’RE SO TWINNINGGGG NotElliesAlt: ellie barely remembers chapstick LMAO chousey203: i can’t tell if you curve her bc you hate her or bc you like her

“actually, i’m doing a public service. her ego needs balance.”

smellie: my ego’s doing fine. it’s my heart that’s in danger.

laughing, you leaned into the camera. “see? she’s like… weirdly committed to the bit.”

smellie: this isn’t a bit 🧍‍♂️

you stared at the chat, deadpan. “sooo, yeah. back to the tutorial. mods, can someone time ellie out for 300 seconds.”

smellie: WTF message deleted by a moderator.

the entire interaction was timestamped, clipped, and in about 15 different tiktoks within minutes.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: carrying @ pastaluvrrr in fortnite

“okay,” ellie said confidently, leaning so excitedly forward into her mic her voice came out slightly fuzzy and bass-boosted, “fortnite is all about communication. precision. teamwork. and—most importantly—aura. follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”

“don’t you literally die first in every match?” you replied, sipping your drink without looking at the screen.

ellie scoffed. “i—okay, first of all, that’s slander. second of all, my KD ratio is… hold on…”

there was a pause as she scrambled to look it up.

“…okay, next topic” she mumbled after a beat. “ready up for me.”

ecam96: girl she gagged u elliesdischarge: ur trash but ur hot so it’s fine jmattsz: you’re both gonna get clapped in 2 minutes besosss: SHE SAID FOLLOW HER LEAD 😭

“wait,” you said as you readied up, “how do i do the little dance?”

ellie gasped. “oh my god. you don’t have any emotes.”

“i don’t play this game!”

“yeah, no kidding,” she muttered. “hold on. i’m gonna flex real quick.”

your screen suddenly showed her character cycling through a ridiculous line-up of skins—spider-man, ariana grande, peely in a tuxedo.

“i cannot believe you spend real life money on this shit,” you said flatly.

“hey! some of them are gifted, okay?”

“your chat literally hates you, babe. who is gifting you anything?”

“HEY.”

slaystation_: did i just hear "babe" 👀👀👀 macetotheface: she’s negging her ON STREAM ellieclips: ellie FIGHT BACK.

the game loaded in and she yelled at you to thank the bus driver like you had any idea how to do that or what she even meant. she picked some obscure landing spot and said “trust me” like she hadn’t already proven herself deeply untrustworthy.

you landed. broke open a chest. got a shotgun.

then immediately got shot in the back.

“oh my god,” you groaned. “ellie. help.”

ellie was halfway across the town, looting.

“you’re downed already?! hang on, hang on,” she said. “i’m coming. hey, don’t crawl away—wait.”

her character—bruno mars, she’d finally settled on—stood over you uselessly as the timer for the revive slowly ticked down.

“what are you waiting for, get me!”

“say please.”

“the fuck?”

“say 'pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god, ellie.'”

a beat.

you rolled your eyes, then smirked at the camera, clearing your throat and lilting breathily into your mic, “puhleeease, ellie?”

ellie stopped moving entirely, the tips of her ears going red in her grainy facecam. her character continued to stand there, unmoving.

“hello?” you prompted. “ellie?”

“sorry,” she said quickly, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “uhhhh.. got distracted by something.”

v4nitymirror: KEEP IT TOGETHER. looten_scooten: ellie.exe has stopped working elliethrows4me: she’s in love ur honor

she revived you with shaking hands and zero cover, getting absolutely lit up right after by a sniper.

“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA DIE?”

“i panicked!!”

you cackled as the enemy finished her off, her reboot card popping up with all her loot (a grey pistol and a fishing pole).

and then—something strange happened.

as you ran to hide behind a tree, fully expecting to die immediately, two other players—clearly stream snipers—ran up to you. instead of killing you, they dropped guns. medkits. ammo. one of them started building a small base around your body like a protective little guard dog.

“ummm,” you said slowly, “are these… fans? what’s happening here”

“what the hell?” ellie said from the death screen. “they literally murdered me and are now… escorting you?”

one of the players' characters emoted and blew a kiss to you.

you laughed so hard you snorted a little. “babe. i think i have a fan club.”

“this is fuckin’ rigged,” ellie muttered. “i die first and you get princess treatment?”

you turned your character in a circle, doing a default dance in return for their affection.

“okay,” she said, “they’re banned. all of them. from chat. for life.”

boostedbytenshi: THEY’RE PROTECTING HER 😭😭😭 ayayayaim: reveal yourselves in chat this is too funny elliebutinallcaps: jealous!ellie i fear sandydunez: actual carrying. ellie could never.

you made it to the top five before your guards were finally overwhelmed and killed. you screamed as you got sniped out of a bush.

“so close,” you groaned, slumping back in your chair.

ellie sounded smug. “see? told you you needed me.”

you raised a brow. “i outlived you by, like, eight minutes.”

“semantics.”

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: IRL OVERCOOKED w/ baeee (pastaluvrrr)

ellie’s kitchen wasn’t exactly equipped for a baking stream. one of the cameras was actually just her laptop with a built-in cam propped up on a couple of books, the $19.99 two-pack of cheap amazon microphones left much to be desired, and someone—ellie—had forgotten to actually buy half the ingredients before you flew in.

nevertheless, the chat was buzzing at the concept of seeing you and ellie actually interacting together, in-person.

“okay,” ellie said, clapping flour-covered hands together despite the recipe not even calling for flour, “welcome to my kitchen. today we’re making… brownies.”

“from a box,” you added.

“from the heart,” she corrected, nudging your hip with hers.

NotElliesAlt: “brownies” is code for sesbian lex isn’t it usuallylurkin: HELLO? THAT HIP BUMP elliesyumyum: when are y’all just gonna make out

you glanced at the recipe on the back of the box and back at the counter.

“you didn’t preheat the oven.”

“i—” ellie looked down. “i forgot.”

“ellie.”

“i got distracted.”

“by what?”

she looked at you. you stared back.

chat was going a mile a minute despite being on slow-mode.

“riiiiight,” you said slowly, turning to grab a mixing bowl like your pulse wasn’t suddenly doing backflips. “anyways. dry ingredients.”

ellie poured in the bagged mix way too fast, a cloud of dust puffing out from the bowl making you both cough.

"careful, ellie."

she laughed, leaning in to read chat, her face taking up half of the camera.

"holy jumpscare, could you get any closer?"

ellieuseslightmode: back up WE'RE SCARED topnoodle44: where are her sweats from theyre so cute :00 elliethrows4me: can we start a prediction on whether or not they'll burn the brownies

she just laughed, her eyes continuing to skim through the messages. "where are the sweats from?" she leaned back, moving to tug on the waistband of the pants you were wearing, "these are actually from my highschool, funny enough."

you pressed your lips together in a thin line, giving her a look. you hadn't exactly planned on letting chat know you were wearing her clothes and they were about to have a field day with the information.

there was a pause. then she cleared her throat, turned back to the camera, and grinned, "and my shorts are from nike!"

"alright. moving on. can we actually bake now?" you opened a cabinet, scanned it. “where are the chocolate chips?”

“should be in the pantry.”

you walked over and gave the pantry a brief glance-over. not there. “can’t find it.”

“lemme help,” ellie said.

she followed you off-camera, into the pantry.

which would’ve been fine.

except you were really close in there. the shelves were shallow, the door was half-closed, and neither of you had thought to flip the switch outside that turned the lightbulb on.

“what are we looking for again?” she asked, a rustle of plastic punctuating her words.

“chocolate chips. i literally said that ten seconds ago.”

you glanced up as she pushed further into the pantry beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. she didn’t move.

“you found them yet?” she asked, not really looking at the shelves anymore.

“no,” you said, quieter than you meant to.

she turned her head. now she was looking at you.

you swallowed. “getting distracted again?”

her lips quirked into a small smile. “yeah.”

you nodded. "me too."

and then she kissed you.

it was sudden—soft and unsurprisingly clumsy, her hand brushing your waist as her other arm bumped into the baking powder and nearly knocked it off the shelf. your back hit the wall with a dull thud as she licked into your mouth.

and your clipped-on microphones were definitely still recording everything.

NotElliesAlt: HELLO??? tima0911: WHAT AM I HEARING RN tryqt: LIPS. ARE. SMACKING. elliesdischarge: holy makeout elliebutinallcaps: THE MICS ARE ON YOU IDIOTS

when you came back into frame, cheeks flushed and mouth definitely more swollen than it had been before, ellie trailed behind you with the chocolate chips in hand and the cockiest little smirk on her face.

you avoided eye contact with the camera.

“soooooo,” you said, voice slightly higher than usual, “we found them!”

“yep,” ellie said casually, “took some digging. but we got there.”

v4nitymirror: TOOK SOME DIGGING IS CRAZY jmattsz: i can't believe i said i'd gift 20 subs when they finally hooked up and it actually happened on stream.

you coughed. “oven’s ready.”

you leaned over the sink, dabbing at the last of your eyeliner smudge with a cotton round. your reflection stared back—cheeks still hot, lips a little too swollen.

behind you, ellie was half-sprawled across the bed, scrolling idly on her phone.

“you always take this long to wash your face?” her voice was soft. teasing, but not unkind.

you met her eyes in the mirror. “yes. i've made multiple tiktoks about my routine. and i know you've watched all of them.”

she laughed and didn’t deny it. just rolled over onto her back, one arm slung behind her head. “will you do some skincare on me?"

you flicked the faucet off and reached for a towel. “what am i, your servant?"

“you’re sleeping in my bed,” she pointed out, lazily. "you ought to be nice to me."

you turned, towel pressed to your chin. “you invited me.”

“i did,” she agreed. the look she gave you was unmistakable—open, fond, a little reverent.

you padded over and tossed the towel onto your overnight bag. the air between you crackled. ellie’s gaze tracked you the entire way.

she scooted over. you climbed in beside her.

there was a pause. your shoulder brushed hers. then, her fingers found your wrist under the covers, a gentle tap like a question.

you turned to face her. “you gonna be annoying if i kiss you again?”

her smile was slow and stupid and something close to relieved. “probably.”

you kissed her anyway.

this one lasted longer. and the next, even longer. not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate. exploratory. like neither of you were in a hurry now that the door had been opened.

her hand found your thigh. your knee nudged between hers.

she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. voice low, barely more than a breath: “i really like you.”

you blinked. something in your chest cracked open.

“yeah?” you whispered.

she nodded, eyes searching yours. “yeah. like… not just for streams or clips or whatever. i mean it.”

you smiled, soft and crooked. “good,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. then to her jaw. “'cause i kinda really like you too," you muttered, continuing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

she let herself sink back into the pillows as you shifted to straddle her, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "t-that's.... that's good. perfect. ideal, honestlaaah fuck—" the grip she had on your hipbones grew tighter as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.

"you've got such a way with words, smellie."

"fuck off," she breathed out. "don't bring up stream shit when you're in bed with me."

"whatcha gonna do about it?"

she grunted, sliding one of her hands in between both of you to wiggle it underneath your sleep shorts. you gasped, feeling her fingers press up against the wet cotton of your underwear. "that. i'm gonna do that."

you reached down to grip her wrist and re-direct her hand so she was actually touching you beneath the fabric, "well, do a little more."

she groaned, her fingers sliding through the slick that met her there. "fuuuck, that's hot. guiding my hands 'n shit."

you huffed out a laugh that melded into a moan as her fingers fell into a quick pace, tight circles on your clit. "why are you— oh shit justlikethatyeah.." you gulped in a breath before continuing, "why are you fuckin' narrating our hookup right now?"

the angle was a little awkward and she could feel something in her wrist clicking with every swirl of her fingers but she would rather keel over and croak than stop right now.

the pain was irrelevant. especially when you were sitting up slightly to slide your t-shirt up and off and grab desperately at your own tits, manicured thumbs flicking nipples gone taut from the sudden temperature change.

and when you whined out a "fuuuck, ellie!" all tight and wiry and even better than she'd imagined on countless nights alone in that same bed with her hands shoved beneath her boxers, she couldn't help but nuzzle her head clumsily at your chest, nudging your hand away from your right breast with her forehead so she could replace your tugging fingers with her mouth.

your hips jerked forward and the now-free hand latched onto her shoulder for balance as you cried out, her lips pulling and teeth nicking just slightly before she soothed the peak with soft laps of her tongue.

"you like 'em played with, huh?" you could feel the vibration of her mumbling against the flesh of your boob.

"stop fucking talking, ellie. this is sex, not one of those slutty fanfictions people have been writing about us." you punctuated your words with fast firm rolls of your hips, now grinding your puffy clit into her palm as she fucked two long fingers steadily into you.

"yeah, well there's gonna be a whole lot more of those after that little stunt we pulled on stream earlier."

"i thought you said no stream talk in bed— ohhh, oh god. shit— fuck, 'm close."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" she was panting, damp puffs of air against your nipple interrupted occasionally by a haphazard suck or nibble. her wrist—aching by now—swiveled as her began to curl her fingers inside of you with purpose, the heel of her hand rubbing firmly against you.

"keep goin'— fuck keep talkin' to me. please don't stop."

"thought you wanted me to shut up? thought you said this wasn't some smutty one-shot, huh?"

the hand gripping her shoulder slid around to the base of her neck. you grabbed purchase on the short hairs there, tugging as she whimpered into you. "ellie if you don't talk me through it right now i sweartogod—"

"alright, alright! i gotcha, baby. cum for me. thaaaaat's it."

a loud moan punched out of you. “shit—fuck— 'm cumming.” your other palm left your own chest to clasp over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds and she quickly moved the hand that was urging your twitching hips to grab your wrist and pull it away.

"hey, none of that. talking is encouraged now, remember?

"shut up." you gritted out through a groan, your hips jerking as your teeth caught on your bottom lip.

"alright, nevermind. not encouraged. copy that."

you tugged on her hair again to mash your lips together, effectively silencing her and sagging bonelessly against her as you came down from your high.

when the both of you finally parted, you looked down to see her mouth slack, head tilted back, and eyes so hazy you'd think she was the one who just came.

she blinked blearily up at you. "you're even bossier in bed than you are regularly. it's so sexy."

"if i hadn't told you to shut up so many times already, i would say it again."

she laughed out loud at that and you couldn't help but giggle back.

"how about i shut you up instead, yeah? put that mouth to work?"

you learned very quickly that she tended to be kind of squirmy when she was on the receiving end. it was as if she was unable to sit still in the onslaught of pleasure. honestly, it modeled how she was normally, always kind of twitchy and buzzing with energy.

you knew on future nights, you were going to revel in the experience of holding her down, pinning bucking hips to the mattress or firming your grasp on shaking thighs to keep them spread apart.

tonight, instead, you basked in the push and pull, chasing her with your mouth when she wriggled away and groaning in pleasure when she tugged you closer by your hair.

and when you slipped into a particularly good rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every perfect pull of her clit into your mouth and lashing your tongue at the swollen nub, her hands scrambled to find purchase on something. anything. your sex-mussed hair, unraveled from the neat up-do you had put it in to prepare for bed. your bare, sweat-damp shoulders. and, finally, the perpetually messy sheets below her.

her left leg kicked out and she dug her heel into the mattress for leverage to thrust her hips up and up and up into you, her lower half rising so high you had to pull her by her bony hipbones back down so you could maintain the suction.

"fuuuh– ah, shit. i think i'm gonna—" she was propped up on her elbows now, fluttering eyes focused on you with a desperate gleam to them.

you worked her over with your mouth earnestly, keeping steady eye contact as she lifted a trembling hand, moving as if she was going to pull your head closer, bury your face even deeper in her.

but then those same eyes rolled back into her skull as she flopped back down, the hand falling to grip the sheets once again.

"fuck'mgonnacumbaby" she garbled out and the sight of her chest arching up made her tits look so pretty under her thin white tank top, you wished you had a free hand to reach up and tweak a nipple.

she let out a high-pitched, whispery whine that petered out into silence.

for a couple seconds, all that could be heard was the slurps as you lapped at her, and the hum of the fans from her pc in the corner of her room.

and then—

muffled groans as the strength of her closing thighs finally broke the grip you had on them and pressed against your ears. she wasn't good at staying still, but, apparently, she was even worse when she came, her body folding in on itself as she jerkily fucked her hips up into the heat of your mouth.

you let her fuck your face, your blunt nails dragging red lines down the sides of her thighs. the slight sting of pain grounded her, helping her ride out the waves and stopping her from getting too overwhelmed in the throes of an orgasm.

pulling your head back slightly, you alternated between soft, sticky kisses to her inner thighs and kitten licks at her entrance, cleaning her up and soothing her at the same time as she caught her breath.

"fuck. c'mere."

trembling hands cupped your face as she weakly tugged you toward her. you let her, shifting to settle into her side and throw a leg over her own. she sighed, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"whaaat?" she whined, craning her neck to glare when she felt you giggle. "why’re you laughin' at me?"

"because i know you’re about to try and convince me to go to sleep without washing my face again. and you know i can’t do that."

she didn’t answer — just flopped her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tight, fake snoring loudly.

"ellie," you warned.

"can't talk. too busy snoozin'."

"my face is a mess, ellie. my hair too.”

"yeah, well. maybe you should've thought about this before you made me cum so hard i couldn't breathe. i absolutely can not move now, let alone clean up!"

you sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed — or trying to. the arm she had wrapped around you tightened in protest.

“ellie, seriously.”

“you can’t move either! i want you to stay. please? pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god?”

you shot her a glare and she grinned, clearly sensing how flimsy your resolve was.

“just five more minutes. then we’ll get up. wash our faces, brush our teeth. hell, i’ll even floss for you tonight, baby. bought those little sticks you’re always ranting about in those hygiene haul videos and everything.”

you huffed. wiped the back of your hand across the bottom half of your face like it would do anything. huffed again.

“fine. but seriously. five minutes. then we’re going.”

you woke up the next morning with a sticky face, ellie drooling on your collarbone, and your phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand from the amount of notifications you'd received post-stream.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: eating victory crowns for breakfast 🥱

she was streaming fortnite the next morning, acting like nothing had happened. hoodie up, drawstrings pulled tighter than usual to ensure the hickeys you’d sucked into her skin the night before were thoroughly hidden.

she was focused—well, pretending to be—talking about the latest installment of some comic she was obsessed with while looting in-game and ignoring the onslaught of questions in chat.

elliebutinallcaps: WHERE IS SHE?? NotElliesAlt: so you’re avoiding the MASSIVE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? elliesdischarge: she’s kneeling under the desk, be honest message deleted by moderator macetotheface: she’s prob busy making breakfast in ur hoodie altaccnumber29: blink twice if ur post-nut right now message deleted by moderator

“okay, so—” she was mid-rant when she paused, squinting at the chat. “jesus. y’all are crazy today. can we just play the game?”

messages were flying so fast her eyes couldn’t keep up:

ellieuseslightmode: BRING HER BACKKKKKK ellieclips: we literally heard the makeout. you cannot gaslight us. v4nitymirror: wait did she leave?? is she even still there 😭 maybemaddie: GUYS WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT AFTER. what if it was a drunk kiss and now it’s awkward.

she was sorting through her load-out after an intense fight she nearly lost against a surfer jonesy when it happened:

pastaluvrrr: hiiiii girlfriend 😽

she froze.

the click of her mouse stopped mid-action. the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to react, but the flush across her face betrayed her instantly.

“oh my god,” she mumbled, shrinking into her hoodie. “why are you like this.”

chat, consequently, blew the fuck up.

elliesyumyum: GIRLFRIEND????? GIRLFRIEND. tima0911: please say this vod will be on youtube. PLEASE. elliethrows4me: NOOOOO SHE TOOK MY BITCH tryqt: not the hard launch via twitch chat LMAOOOO ayayayaim: SOMEONE CLIP THIS ellieclips: OH MY FUCKING GOD???

ellie tilted back in her chair, red spreading all the way down her neck. “i dunno why she’s lurking in chat when she’s literally downstairs,” she muttered, trying (and failing) to sound unbothered.

on cue, soft footsteps padded into the room. then came your voice, faint off-screen:

“i was making a matcha.”

the camera unfocused and refocused as you leaned into frame and planted a wet kiss on her mouth.

no warning. just one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding your drink. it was passionate, unashamed, and unnecessarily long.

“does that answer everyone’s questions?” you asked, eyebrow raised.

ellie blinked at you, dazed. then turned to chat—

only to see her character had died while she was busy making out with you.

“awesome,” she mumbled, cheeks ruddy. “you got me killed. hope you’re proud of yourself.”

jmattsz: holy tomato face mikuirl: THEYRE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM looten_scooten: i just took so many screenshots im out of storage iclutchforpastalover: MAMA Y PAPA

you breezed out of frame again like nothing had even happened. ellie cleared her throat. “okay. uhhhh, alright... so!”

chousey203: any day now…. elliebutinallcaps: SPIT IT OUT GIRL ecam96: 100% just creamed her pants message deleted by a moderator slaystation_: DUDE UR SO RED

“mods please,” she begged, hiding her face in her hands. “put chat in emote only. i’m not doing this.”

topnoodle44: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 boostedbytenshi: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 usuallylurkin: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓🍑🍆💦 ellieuseslightmode: 😘😘👁️👁️

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[angelsforthenight]

arcane women nsfw headcanons

(vi, caitlyn, sevika, ambessa)

cw: 18+, overstimulation, brief mention of bdsm, choking, spit, i talk about both topping and bottoming with each characters.

vi:

when topping: eats it for her own pleasure: meaning she can have her face buried in between your thighs for hours and hours on end, pushing you back down onto the bed whenever you’d try lift yourself up and get away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure. service top when she’s in a good mood, sure — she’d be obsessed with your sounds, the way your walls would flutter around her. it would be making love rather than sex: sweet and tender. but when she isn’t in a good mood? she’d be selfish and greedy. more focused on her own pleasure than yours. her stroke game would be Crazy… ?!?? fast and rough as fuck. like let us breathe, damn!

when bottoming: a shameless MOANER!!! vocal as fuck obviously. she drools, whining in frustration when she doesn’t get what she wants. loves to arch her back. she’d have sensitive ass nipple piercings that would drive her insane if you touched them, crying out if you’d flick your tongue against them. pants like a bitch and breathlessly begs to cum hehehehe

caitlyn:

when topping: would treat you as if you were a fucking science experiment, meaning she’d explore what would stimulate you the most and push you to extreme lengths to see what would truly break you. murmuring ‘ah…’s and humming to herself in fascination when she clocks your reactions, what would make you squirm and twitch like crazy. she’d be pretty cruel, not giving a fuck if you’d start crying. a little ‘poor baby’ would suffice. a freakaleek…. bdsm would go WILDDDD with her, and you wouldn’t expect it too; the way she carries herself so humbly in public.

when bottoming: heavy breather until you’re, like, three rounds in… that’s when the whining and the drawled moans and whimpers start to come out full throttle. power bottom, would communicate if she wanted you to keep doing what you’re doing. “just like that, don’t stop…” would lace her fingers through your hair if you were eating her out, gripping it tightly if the pleasure was truly messing her uppppp! not only your hair, her hands would find purchase in anything to hold on to if you were fucking her good, good.

sevika:

when topping: ohhh this bitch likes to taunt… i mean, taunt taunt you. she’s so teasing, laughing at the helpless look on your face. she’d force you to look up at her, make eye contact as she’s fucking you senseless. would play coy when she’d stop just as you were on the brink of releasing, “oh? is something wrong?” would gently yet patronisingly shush you if you started to cry. oh my fucking god and the smearing??? she would spit on your already weeping pussy and spread it with her fingers, mixing it with your arousal. shit, she’d make you suck her fingers before smearing it all over your face, especially if your face was already wet with tears. she’d love squishing your face, giving it a playful shake whilst knowing you were on the brink of passing out. PET NAMES!!!! bunny, baby, princess, sweetheart would not fail to leave her lips. good at hiding how pathetic she really is, except when she’s eating the fuck out of your pussy, being so driven by your sounds and the way you taste that she’d cum without even being touched.

when bottoming: professional hip buckler. so fucking stupid. you’d see a completely different side to the sevika she usually presents herself as, being a needy and whining mess instead: eyes rolling to the back of her head. loves being overstimulated, babbling words like ‘yesyesyes’ that slur together. if you’d choke her, you’d be able to visibly see her brain kick down a few gears; the foggy eyes, arched eyebrows and slack jaw combo would be sososo cute :(( would nod along like a bobble-head to anything you’d tell or ask her to do, with her lil puppy eyes too. maybe a little bit of a masochist,,,,, shhhhhh

ambessa:

when topping: oh ambessa would know how to FUCK. it would be so easy for her to find your sweet spots, and she’d be vigilant like a hawk about it. she’d hit your g-spot consistently, her movements precise and efficient. she’d enjoy your shyness, your struggle with looking at her in the eye: finding it adorable. would talk you through your orgasm. sweet voice whispering praises in your ear as you teetered on the edge of a searing climax. your waist would be her favourite thing to hold on to, especially if she’s giving you back-shots. her lips would be rested in a satisfied smile throughout the entire thing.

when bottoming: hmmmmm i feel like bottoming would kind of be an extension to her topping, meaning she wouldn’t be a bottom 😭 ambessa is such a dominant, powerful character that it’s quite hard to imagine her as submissive. so she’d just let you pleasure her once in a while, praising you as you’d lap up her juices like a dog, fuelling you to do more. her moans would come from her throat, face falling a little if it felt a little too good.

a/n: fofmfhskejfnsjwjdnnwjw something small whilst i cook up a long abby fic. (i miss writing long story fics🙁) lmk ur nsfw headcanons ab these characters >3<

[screampied]

vegas id give you the sloppiest head ever if you wrote scissoring w shoko 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

★ : rubbing pretty clits w shoko.

cw. fem! reader, wlw, scissoring, praise, spanks, nıpple play, overstim, petnames, mdni.

shoko who can’t help but giggle, watching with doe brown irises as your hips stutter every few seconds. you were simply no match for her pace. with your slick cunt repeatedly grinding back against hers, you were already this close to losing it. to making yet another mess. she’s lied flat on her back, one hand gripped against the left side of your waist before humming, tilting her head in faux coy. “cupcake, c’mon, thought you said you knew what you were doing, hm?”

as your mouth hangs open—you lock your legs securely against hers, trying to scissor her properly. the heat of skin clashing against each other makes a school of butterflies flutter inside of your tummy. “m tryin’ shoko,” you pant, watching as she trails a hand down your ass, a thumb brushing up against it’s shape as if it was carved into a heart. “fuck, feels so good, ‘sho.”

“try harder, honey,” she huffs, almost about to break out a sweat herself. long brunette locks tangle around her finger as she keeps a keen eye on you the entire time. puffy cunt hoods glissade against each other back and forth and oh, the stimulation. with the mixture of her growing heat, you felt hot. shoko’s angle of her thigh legs wrap around yours and you felt everything. “pick up the pace, uh huh—good . . girl,” and a sharp gasp wrenches out of her throat once you start to accelerate. “thaaat’s it, fuck me, pretty girl.”

both scorching hot bodies continue to move in rhythmic sync. she lets off a sweet moan, feeling the convulsing thumps of your clit pulse against hers and it feels almost too good.

her breath hitches as she snakes a hand toward your breasts that bounce right in front of her face. “come closer, cupcake. don’t be shy,” and her words were a bit low—she lets off a tiny hiccup as her eyes roamed at your perfect jittery body. with each lengthy second that passed, she was getting more and more drunk from your sweet cunt. as you lean closer, pawing your right hand into the mushy skin of her right leg, she grabs ahold of one of your tits, latching her plump glossed lips against the tender nipple. “mhm.”

you moan out a singular hiss, bouncing against her body as she lies right underneath you—

skewing the bulb of your cunt straight against her drooling opening. with the merciless speed of your hips, she could barely keep your sweetened neglected mounds in her mouth. although, she left a pretty trail of her sheeny saliva onto each of your tits. she sucks against them both, briefly closing her eyes shut as you’re merrily rutting into her sloppy core salaciously.

“shokooo,” you drag out her words in a candied slur of both twin syllables.

the slow yet deadly grind of your hips had her head spinning. not just hers but yours too.

clammy hands of hers make their way back toward your unsteady hips, yanking them closer to her sweltering, sticky heat before she spanks your ass.

with that single spank . . one turns into two, then three, then four.

shoko’s obsessed with your ass, never failing to leave it a few concise stings near the very plush parts of your flesh. “f— fuck,” she stammers, a shake in her voice due to your insane rhythm. she felt it too, with both sloppy mounds bumping against each other, the incoming pleasure was almost inevitable to feel. she pried one of your legs open just a bit farther apart, strumming her slender fingers against your pulsating cunt to play against your throbbing slit. “mhm, twitching so good for me, huh. you gonna make a mess already? barely been a few minutes, cupcake.”

your throat was parched with dryness — with the bed underneath you and shoko wailing out in weak creaks, you moan. as your head tosses itself back in rapture, your trembling thighs briefly shifts to acclimatize against her wide open angle.

“gonna cum, shoko,” you warn, feeling the furrow of your eyebrow pull both arched brows together. for just a second, you take a second to suck in a nice amount of balmy air.

everything around you felt so warm, including the welcoming cunt of your girlfriend who’s just humidly sultry with tepid heat.

effortlessly, it sticks against your own core, creating a lewd concoction of damp juices, forming into a little soaked cobweb. there’s an entering ring that goes through your ears and hers. it’s never ending screech makes your back arch at the moment of your climax and she slumps back against the mattress. her skin’s met with the velvety silk sheets. as her body directly underneath you moves back in drowse, her lowly hooded eyes meet yours again once you prepare to speak out a whimper. “can i cum, shoko? pretty please?”

“with those manners, you can do anything you want to me, cupcake,” she hoarsely whispers, pulling you close to her face.

inches away, you close the remaining distance to drag her into a needy, wet kiss.

both bodies remain to rut back ‘n forth, limbs all tangled and intertwined in pure bliss.

she tasted so sweet. her syrupy gloss ghosts against your tastebuds and you moan right into her mouth. shoko was handsy, wasting no time to feel all over the curvature of your presentable physique. starting at your ass — then back toward your hips and the rest of your body. she even leans in, lolling her tongue out to lick a long stripe down the valley of your chest.

“mhm,” you whimper, sappy soddened juices squelching against each other. as you both eventually succumb to your orgasmic peak, in each mouth, you both moan in pretty flawless unison.

your hips come to an abrupt slow but you’re still jerking against her, swerving in swift addictive arcs as she feebly wrapping her arms around your waist. the rickety of the bed continues to sob out creaks from the double amounts of weight. “baby,” she croaks out lowly, strings of fluids departing with each inch that you move your cunt away from hers.

exhausted, you slump forward into her chest and you feel a rumble of her shoulders. “ah, worn out already? i guess we can take a break,” she whispers, feeling your body still shiver within her hold. her touch was always gentle—she loved how you’d always lean into it, lean into her. with a sheepish smile curling against her slight crooked lips, she makes you sit up. you unlock your weak legs against hers before lying on top of her, droopy eyes meeting her lust filled gaze. she gives your forehead a single kiss before huffing. “you did so good, baby. always so good for me.”

“s- shoko,” you stutter out, her perfume making you throb. you were already starting to fantasize about the lewd feeling of her cunt rubbing off against yours in carnal harmony that was literally just seconds ago.

“shhh,” she shushes you, a thumb swiping its way over the part of your lips. body again body — it was warm, her sweat mixed with yours and you could feel yourself aching for more. already, you missed the way she felt bumping against your sensitive pussy. it made your head spin, your nerves were still in overdrive before she makes you lie on her chest. “let’s rest, okay,” and her slight raspy voice made you let off a soft content sigh. she strokes your back, hearing your breathing slow a bit before she coos against the shell of your ear. “when you’re well energized again, i’ll start a nice bath for us both,” and she gives the crown of your forehead one more kiss.

“my sweet girl.”

[catharticmoonshine]

venom!sevika × fem!reader, smut, nipple play, cunnilingus (r!receiving), tentacles/tendrils, slight bondage, tendrilcock/strap (she feels it), vaginal penetration (r!receiving), slight overstimulation, mention of aftercare, venom being an annoying little shit, wc: 2.7k

venom!sevika who is really fucking scared of hurting you with this weird thing she has to deal with now. Her new brainmate is not typically known for being gentle or careful. Constantly throwing things around and just being messy doesn't earn the symbiote any trust from her either.

venom!sevika who eventually caves and tells you, it's not like she could hide her new secret from you for long anyway. And she'd rather have you find out in a somewhat calm situation (given that she has been constantly grumpy due to venom just not shutting the fuck up inside her brain, especially not when you are around), than you finding out by some shitty news report talking about sightings of her. And the suspicions and rumors no doubt soon to be stirred up by the trail of headless bodies she leaves whenever her little friend gets hungry would reach your ears sooner or later anyway. Best to tell you herself.

venom!sevika who is definitely surprised when you don't react with disgust or fear, but with clear interest and very poorly concealed arousal. It's simple to you; your ultra sexy girlfriend now has the ability to turn into an even bigger and more muscular version of herself, plus she has slimy tendrils and can essentially grow extra limbs at will — that's the hottest surprise she could have presented to you. Admittedly, venom has its own will and a matching attitude, but at least it seems to be intrigued by its host's girlfriend's fantasies. Enough to be willing to help the both of you out — enthusiastically, that's for sure.

✧˖*°࿐

You caught her mumbling to herself angrily, or at least, that's what it looked like to you. In reality, she'd been arguing with her symbiote about what was okay for it to do, and what activities would be off-limits, strictly. She quickly found out that threatening someone, or something, that she shares her body with might not work if said entity can just choose to gleefully munch on her organs at will.

venom!sevika who, with enough sweet words and even sweeter kisses, agrees to try some of the things you suggested. as long as the two (or rather three) of you start slow, no diving in without knowing whats next. It starts with her just letting you feel her in her new form. it would be way more peaceful if venom would keep its comments to itself, but feeling your hands run over her new physique still feels like she's about to light on fire any moment. the excited glimmer in your eyes and the way you all but press yourself against her dont make it any easier to focus on taking it slow.

venom!sevika who can feel her restraint slipping when you start slowly sliding one of your fingertips over venom's sharp teeth. She can feel it, in a weird, unfamiliar way. You're fascinated with her new form, that much is obvious from the way you're already squirming in her lap. Her hand finds your waist — she's so much bigger like this, her hand dwarfs your midsection easily, more so than it usually does anyway — and slips under the fabric of your shirt to steady you.

"Easy, baby," she leans down to your ear, and you can feel sparks of electricity shoot up your spine at the proximity. "Getting exited already?" She doesn't need an answer, can easily feel how soaked you are though your panties where they stick to her muscled thigh.

venom!sevika who licks along your jaw with her new tongue. The movement is a little clumsy, the long muscle feels a little out of her control in her new form's mouth. Still, you whine, hand gripping at the slightly slimy muscle of her biceps. Your girlfriend just chuckles, big hand sliding up your spine under your shirt.

"Wanna get these off, baby? You've been so good, so patient. Think you deserve your reward, no?" You nod enthusiastically, arms already lifting over your head before sevika even finishes her sentence.

venom!sevika who just stares once she gets your clothes off. Stares at how you look with her hands all over your skin. Cups your tits in her big palms, squeezes and pinches until you whine for her to actually do something. She doesn't mean to tease you like this, really. She just can't help herself when you look so delicious covered in the black slimy substance that venom is.

It doesn't take long until venom itself speaks up again. The comments never really stopped, not for sevika, at least. The symbiote had been whispering in her brain the whole time. About how gorgeous you'd be wriggling on its tendrils, grinding on its tongue. Sevika would be lying if she said the pictures her mind had painted to those words didn't mess with her patience.

Now, venom addresses you directly. And oh, how you blush at the downright filthy words the raspy voice whispers. It's not sevikas voice, that much is clear. It's deeper, a little more feral and venoms sharp-toothed maw curls into a sly smirk when it sees the effect its words have on you.

venom!sevika who traces every inch of your skin with her tonge as she makes her way down to your core. It's wet and messy, but she's getting the hang of how to control the long wriggling muscle now. Your hands are already searching for something to hold onto when she gets to your bellybutton and places a slimy kiss there.

Her grin is so smug you almost blush just from the way the rows of long sharp teeth glint at you in the dim light of your shared bedroom.

venom!sevika whose new symbiotic form is so huge your legs have to spread wide to make room for her when she ducks down between your thighs. She throws one of your legs over her shoulder, and a slick, black tendrils immediately wraps around your thigh to keep it in place.

She grazes her razor-sharp teeth over the inside of your thigh so softly it feels like a breath of air and watches you shiver, your thigh twitching against the tendril's hold on your soft flesh. Your eyes close, head lolling back on the pillow with a whine, because Gods, you're getting frustrated here. You're soaked, can feel the damp fabric of your panties clinging to your cunt like a second skin, and you know your girlfriend can see it too.

You're just about to protest — lips already parted and a complaint sitting on the tip of your tongue — when you can feel her tongue press against the gusset of your panties. Her hands hold your hips in place as they buck against her open maw — you're not even sure if you're trying to get closer or flee from her touch. The sensation is new and unfamiliar, her tongue is so much bigger like this, longer too. It feels like it's the first time she's eating you out all over again.

venom!sevika who can feel not only her but also venom's hunger thrumming within her. They mingle together, intertwine until she can barely tell them apart. It's making her head dizzy with desire; to cherish this moment, let it melt on the tip of her tongue until you do, too. And then there's the hunger; all-consuming as it makes her skull buzz with the need to devour you whole, ravish you until there's nothing left for her to take.

She slips your panties off your hips, meaty hands shaking with restraint. The sight of your bare cunt still makes her feel like she's about to faint, anticipation running like lava in her veins. But when she looks up from between your thighs, she can see the trust you put in her shining through the need in your glossy eyes.

Gods, you're so beautiful like this. Vulnerable and open for her, and so eager to get a good feel of what this new form of hers can do.

venom!sevika who starts slow, pressing the flat of her tongue to your hole and lets it rest there for a moment to feel the faint pulse that betrays your need for her. She can practically smell it on you, how bad you want this; want her.

You've already begun to moan softly when her teeth graze over the twitching pearl of your clit. There's so much noise in her head; your sweet sounds and the way she swears she can hear your pussy calling for her, begging for her tongue, her fingers — anything. But then there's venom again. Just won't shut up and let her have this moment with her girlfriend.

She shoves its insistent voice aside as best as she can and instead answers your cunt. It's just the tip of her tongue at first, flicking against your weeping hole before it pushes in. Your reaction is immediate — a squeaky moan and a shiver that runs up your spine like electricity, making your back arch off the mattress as if you're trying to flee from it.

Your girlfriend takes this as a confirmation to go deeper, wet muscle wriggling an pushing into you until she can nudge the tip against that sweet spot hidden in your gummy walls. And Oh, your reaction is priceless — whimpery moans keep spilling from your lips, hips bucking against her maw to chase the high she's giving you.

And then you start begging for more, sevika, please, need more and something inside her snaps.

venom!sevika who pushes her tongue in as far as your glossy cunt allows and then some more. The tip of it is pressed snugly to your cervix, wriggling there just to hear your scream for her, your hands scrambling to grab her hands, her arms, anything you can reach in your pleasure-drunken haze. She can feel every little squeeze your pussy gives around her wet muscle, taste your juices right from their source — and she loves every second of it.

Her hands grip your hips so tight they might bruise, but she couldn't be moved to care as she pulls you closer to her face, desperate to devour you. Your hips twitch in her hold, clit aching to be given just the tiniest bit of attention, but it seems like your girlfriend has other plans. The noises coming from between your thighs are downright pornographic; wet squelching and nasty slurping that only seems to grow louder the longer sevika spends buried in your cunt.

venom!sevika who only pulls away from your swollen pussy when your hands start pushing at her head, whines bubbling from your lips. It's too much and not enough at the same time, clit twitching for attention above your sobbing hole. Her tongue leaves your pussy with a slick pop that makes heat rise to your cheeks.

"Impatient again?" A tendril shoots from her shoulder and wraps around both of your wrists, pinning them to your abdomen. They're surprisingly strong as you try to pull your wrists free, and the amused chuckle coming from between your legs has your pussy clenching around nothing.

✧˖*°࿐

venom!sevika who is on top of you now, towering over you where you're sprawled out on the mattress. Her tendrils are wrapped around each of your legs, keeping them wide open for her and giving her the prettiest view of your glossy cunt. There's a thick, tendril-like thing growing from her crotch. It looks almost like her favore strap, just that it's so much bigger — like everything about her is, in this form.

She still has that sharp-toothed grin on her face and it only seems to grow more smug when she sees the look of needy anticipation on your face. One of her hands plants itself next to your head on the mattress, steadying her muscular frame as she leans down, her long tongue darting our to lick along your jaw while she lines her makeshift cock up with your entrance.

venom!sevika who can feel everything when she pushes inside. It has her cursing under her breath, jaw clenching as your pussy wraps around her like a vice. She can't decide where she wants to look — You've got this beautiful look on your face, features twisting with pleasure. Your cunt looks just as gorgeous — slick hole stretching wide to make room for her, almost like you're trying to pull her in deeper.

"Easy, easy. Open up for me, baby." One of her tendrils presses against your clit, wriggling there to rub the swollen bud. It earns her a high-pitched squeak from you that quickly turns into a string of needy moans as your hips try to buck up into hers.

venom!sevika who starts with slow, shallow thrusts — doesn't want to overwhelm you too soon. She can feel her tip kissing your cervix each time she bottoms out. You're singing now, the string of moans and whiny pleas never ending as the sweetest sounds spill from your spit-slicked lips.

She wants to take it slow, she really does, but the way you clench each time her cock hits that sweet spot tucked deep inside your gummy walls has her head spinning and control slipping away. Her hips grind into yours, sharp gaze locked on your face to not miss any moment of your pleasure written on your features.

Two of her tendrils crawl up your sides until they reach your tits, playing with your nipples and flicking against them so see your back arch into her touch. Her thrusts are faster now, hips slapping against the back of your thighs with wet plap, plap, plap 's.

venom!sevika who thinks she might die like this, wrapped so snuggly in your warm cunt. She can tell you're getting close, each of her thrusts has your pussy clenching tighter around her cock, and your moans have turned into needy whimpers. "You wanna cum, baby?" Her tendril on your clit presses down harder, drawing quick circles on the sensitive pearl while another tendril wriggles its way into your stuffed hole.

It's a tight fit, and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, head bobbing in uncoordinated nods. She grunts, angling her hips to bully her cock into your sweet spot with every snap of her hips.

It barely takes ten seconds until your hips are bucking up wildly, a drawn-out moan ripping from your lips as white-hot pleasure shoots up your spine like bolts of lightning, painting stars over the canvas of your blurry vision.

venom!sevika who keeps fucking you through your orgasm, barely slowing down to let you regain your breath. You feel heavenly on her cock, extra sensitive and so tight now that your pussy is pulsing around her with every beat of your racing heart. Her own orgasm hits her like a truck, her hips pressing into you as deep as your fucked-out pussy allows. She's breathing heavily on top of you as her tendrils withdraw from your body slowly, disappearing into her again.

venom!sevika who only collapses onto you once she's fully back to her usual form, all traces of venom gone save for the whispered comments in her brain. She buries her face in your neck, kissing up the side of it until she can whisper into your ear, her hand massaging the nape of your neck gently. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" She sounds worried, now that the pleasure and the thrill of the moment have subsided. You just shake your head with a hum to let your girlfriend know you're fine, brain too mushy to bring yourself to answer properly.

The two of you stay like this for a moment until sevika pushes herself up on one elbow, looking down at you with soft eyes. You blink one of your eyes open, looking up at her as she begins to pepper kisses down your chest and over your stomach, the soft press of her lips only interrupted by mumbled words of praise.

venom!sevika who falls asleep with her face pressed into your abdomen, arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you close.

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Threesome w/ ElliVi

Pairings: Ellivi x fem! reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mdni, Smut, Dom!ellie, Dom!vi, threesome, polyamorous relationship, fingering, strap-on sex, overstimulation, dumbification, sex toys, pussy slaps, slight degradation, heavy praise, aftercare, soft!Ellivi dynamic at the end.

The room is dimly lit, the low hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls of your apartment. You're sprawled across the mattress, legs trembling as Ellie grips your thighs, her calloused fingers digging into your skin.

"Look at you," she muses, her voice thick with amusement, running her two fingers teasingly through your soaked folds. "Already so needy, huh?"

Before you can even stammer out a response, Vi chuckles from behind, her rough hands ghosting up your torso before grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so her lips hover just near your ear.

"She loves being our dumb little thing," Vi murmurs, voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous, something possessive. "Don't you, babe?"

A whimper is all you manage before Ellie delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making you jolt. Your body betrays you, pushing further into her touch even as the sting lingers.

"Use your words," Ellie demands, her other hand tightening around your thigh. Vi presses a soft kiss to your jaw before adding, "Or we'll have to make you beg for it."

Your head spins, caught between them, bodies warm, eyes dark with hunger.

Ellie’s fingers stay at your entrance, teasing, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, making you squirm. "She's already making such a mess," Ellie mutters, dragging her fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Vi smirks, still holding your jaw. "She's always does. She's our good little thing, aren't you?" Her voice is deep, taunting, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod quickly, panting, but Ellie’s grip on your thigh tightens. "Nah, none of that nodding shit," she corrects, pressing a little harder against your clit before giving it another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Tell us."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-Yeah, I'm your good girl."

Vi grins, satisfied, and kisses down your jaw, down your neck, nipping at your skin. "That's right."

Ellie pulls away, reaching to the side for something, and when you hear the familiar sound of a cap being popped open, your body tenses in anticipation. "Relax, babe," Ellie coos, coating her fingers in lube before bringing them back to your dripping cunt. "We're gonna take care of you."

Vi shifts beside you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap. The feeling of her bare skin against yours makes you whine, especially when her toned thighs press against yours, spreading you open. "Hold her still, Vi." Ellie instructs, and Vi doesn't hesitate, keeping a firm grip on your waist,leaving you completely exposed.

Ellie wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside with ease, the stretch making you gasp. She curls them immediately, brushing against that perfect spot that has your body arching against Vi. She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

You can't even respond before Ellie adds a third finger, thrusting them at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips buck, but Vi holds you down easily, strong arms keeping you in place. "So desperate," Ellie teases, pressing her thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "What do you think, Vi? Think she can take more?"

Vi hums, dragging her fingers down your stomach before spreading your folds apart even more, watching Ellie’s fingers disappear into you. "She can take more," Vi confirms, her voice thick with lust. "But she's already getting dumb on just your fingers, babe."

Ellie grins, slowing her movements, pulling her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back in, making you cry out. "Aw, are we already fucking you stupid?"

Your head falls back against Vi's shoulder, your body trembling, only able to whimper. Vi tuts, her fingers coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards hers. "C"mon, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your lips. "You can give us a real answer, can't you?"

Ellie picks up the pace, fucking you open with her fingers, the wetness dripping down onto Vi's thigh. "Answer her, baby," Ellie taunts, adding another sharp slap to your clit that sends a jolt through your entire body.

Your voice is weak, barely coherent. "Y-Yeah- feels so good"

Vi chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips before muttering, "That's our girl."

Ellie fingers suddenly disappear, leaving you empty, making you whine. "Don't pout." Ellie coos mockingly, reaching for something else. When you hear the distinct sound of a vibrator clicking on, your breath catches.

Vi grins against your skin, her hands keeping you spread open. "Oh, you're in for it now, baby."

Ellie presses the toy against your already overstimulated clit, and the moment the vibrations hit, your whole body jerks. "Oh, look at her," Ellie taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "She's shaking."

Vi tightens her grip as you struggle against the overwhelming sensation, pressing her lips to your ear. "Be good for us, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Your legs are trembling, body struggling to keep up with the relentless pleasure Ellie and Vi are giving you. The vibrator stays pressed against your clit, Ellie watching you with a smirk as your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Poor thing," Ellie taunts, eyes flicking up to your dazed expression. "Already so fucked out."

Vi hums in agreement, kissing the side of your neck. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The best part.

Your whimper is swallowed by Vi's mouth as she pulls you into a deep kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Ellie, on the other hand, is focused - watching every little movement, every shudder, every sharp inhale as she turns up the intensity of the toy.

Your body jolts. "Ellie! I-"

"Shhh, baby," Ellie coos mockingly. "You can take it."

Vi grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Yeah, you can, sweetheart. You're our good little thing, remember?"

Ellie suddenly pulls the vibrator away, leaving you gasping at the loss, and moves back, reaching for something. You barely have a second to register what it is before you hear the low hum of another toy - a strap, the silicone glistening as Ellie coats it in lube.

"Think she's ready, Vi?" Ellie asks, stroking the toy slowly.

Vi smirks, shifting beneath you. "I think we should stretch her a little more. Make sure she can really take both of us."

Your breath hitches. Both?

Ellie’s grin turns wicked as she guides the tip of the strap against your soaked entrance, teasing, just barely pressing in before pulling back. "Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?"

Your hips try to chase the toy, desperate, but Vi tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. "Be patient, sweetheart."

Ellie pushes in slowly, watching with dark eyes as the strap disappears inch by inch. The stretch makes you moan, head falling back against Vi's shoulder as your body adjusts.

Vi presses soft kisses to your jaw. "That's it, baby. Take it."

Ellie bottoms out with a low groan, her hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." She pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching.

Vi chuckles, her hand trailing down your stomach, fingers finding your clit. "Look at you," she murmurs. "Taking Ellie so well."

The combination of Ellie deep thrusts and Vi's teasing fingers has your mind spiraling, pleasure overwhelming every inch of your body. You can barely form a coherent thought, words slurred as you whimper and moan for them.

Ellie leans in, her voice husky. "Bet you can't wait for Vi to stuff you full too, huh?"

Vi presses a kiss behind your ear. "We're gonna ruin you, sweetheart."

And the night is so far from over.

Ellie doesn't let up, her hips snapping forward with precise, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing a choked moan from your lips. The stretch is intoxicating, the way her strap drags against your walls, making your whole body shudder. Vi's fingers don't stop either- two of them rubbing slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall over.

"Shit," Ellie groans, watching the way your body reacts to her. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Vi hums, pressing her lips to the side of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. "She always is," she murmurs, her free hand coming up to cup your throat - not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel completely at their mercy. "Our dumb little baby can barely handle it, huh?"

Your head feels light, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. "I- Ellie- Vi, Please-"

Ellie grins, snapping her hips harder. "Please what, baby?"

Vi chuckles, her grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gotta be specific, sweetheart. What do you need?"

The words are struck in your throat, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Ellie pounding into you and Vi's fingers torturing your clit. Your body is trembling, overstimulated, but desperate for more, your mind going blank as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Ellie slows her thrusts, pulling out almost completely before dragging the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, teasing. "C'mon," she coaxes, pressing the tip back in just enough to make you whimper. "Use your words."

Vi's grip on your throat tightens again, just for a moment, before she releases you entirely. "She's getting too dumb to think straight," she teases, voice thick with amusement. "Already gone, huh, baby?"

Ellie smirks. "Guess we'll just have to keep fucking her stupid, then."

Before you can process her words, Ellie slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against Vi. She groans, her hands gripping your waist to hold you still. "Fuck, watching her get wrecked like this is so fucking hot."

Ellie’s breath is heavy, her hands digging into your hips. "You ready for her?" She asks, voice strained with hunger.

Vi smirks against your shoulder. "Oh, I've been ready."

Your body is still shaking when Ellie pulls out completely, leaving you feeling empty, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can whine in protest, Vi is shifting beneath you, guiding you to straddle her lap.

Her strap presses against your entrance, slick with arousal, and she doesn't waste any time, hands gripping your hips as she pushes in, stretching you open all over again. Your head falls forward against her shoulder, a broken moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, filling you up completely.

"Fuck," Vi growls, her grip tightening. "She's gripping me so tight."

Ellie chuckles, moving behind you, her hands running up your sides before gripping your ass, spreading you open. "She's always a greedy little thing."

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the blunt tip of Ellie’s strap pressing against your entrance again, right alongside Vi's, making your entire body jolt.

"Wait -" Your voice is barely above a gasp, brain short-circuiting at the realization of what they're about to do.

Vi tilts your head up, forcing you to look at her. "You can take it, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

Ellie presses in slowly, the stretch almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once. The burning sensation makes you whimper, but the sheer fullness has your head spinning, pleasure, and pain blurring together.

Vi kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. "That's it," she breathes, her fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking both of us so well."

Ellie groans from behind you, her hands kneading your ass. "Fuck, she's squeezing us so tight."

Once they're both fully inside, they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your body is trembling, every muscle taut, but the overwhelming fullness has you feeling drunk on pleasure, mind hazy, and incoherent.

Ellie moves first, pulling out slightly before snapping her hips forward, forcing a cry from your lips. Vi follows her lead, thrusting up into you, matching Ellie’s movements perfectly, their rhythm synchronized to wreck you completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body caught between them, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. Each thrust has you seeing stars, their hands gripping you tightly, keeping you in place as they fuck you mercilessly.

Ellie leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking ruined, baby.”

Vi chuckles darkly, dragging her nails down your back. “And we’re not done yet.”

They keep going, thrusting in perfect unison, stretching you open, fucking you so deep that your mind goes completely blank. You’re barely aware of your own voice, barely aware of anything except them—except the way they own you, body and mind, claiming you as theirs.

The only thing you know for sure is that you’re not coming out of this night the same.

Your body feels weightless, mind completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure finally peaks. The coil inside you snaps violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless succession. Your body tenses, then completely melts between them, a wrecked moan slipping past your lips as your vision blurs.

Ellie and Vi don’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until your whole body is trembling uncontrollably. Your legs shake, your arms go weak, and all you can do is let them hold you up as they push you past your limit.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ellie groans from behind you, her hands gripping your waist tightly, anchoring you to her. “So fuckin’ pretty when she cums.”

Vi hums, watching the way your body reacts, how you’re still spasming around them, completely spent. “She’s done, babe,” Vi murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. “We wrecked her.”

Ellie sighs, slowing her thrusts before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty but relieved. Vi follows, carefully easing you off her strap before laying you down on the bed. The moment your back hits the mattress, your entire body goes limp, completely spent.

A warm hand brushes over your cheek, grounding you. "Breathe, baby," Ellie murmurs, her voice softer now, all teasing gone. “You good?”

You try to nod, but you’re too exhausted to move. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Vi’s lips. “She’s out of it.”

Ellie chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you while Vi shifts to the other side, both of them surrounding you. “She took us so well,” Ellie praises, running her fingers through your damp hair. “So fuckin’ good for us.”

Vi hums in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

The shift in their dynamic is immediate—where before they were teasing and relentless, now they’re soft, careful, taking care of you in every way possible.

Vi moves first, slipping off the bed to grab a warm, damp cloth. Ellie stays beside you, her calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your bare skin, grounding you. “You with us, babe?” Ellie murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You manage a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The corner of her lips twitch in a lazy smile. “There she is.”

Vi returns, gently wiping between your legs, cleaning you up with slow, delicate movements. “Tell us if anything feels too sensitive,” she murmurs.

The touch is warm and comforting, and you sigh softly, sinking into the bed. Ellie leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “You need water, babe?”

You nod faintly, throat dry, and Vi immediately grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, helping you sit up just enough to take a few small sips. Ellie watches with a soft smirk. “See? We take care of our girl.”

Vi hums, setting the water aside once you’re finished. “That’s ‘cause she’s ours.”

A warmth spreads through your chest at their words, at the way they’re both looking at you—soft, protective, completely wrapped around your finger.

Ellie shifts, tucking herself against your side, draping an arm over your waist while Vi slides in on your other side, pulling the blankets up to cover the three of you. You’re warm, safe, completely surrounded by them.

“You feel okay?” Vi asks, voice quieter now, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

You nod again, melting into the comfort of their embrace. “Yeah,” you murmur, voice slightly hoarse. “I feel… really good.”

Ellie chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your bare shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

Vi smirks, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Their arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, their warmth seeping into your skin. Your body is sore, completely spent, but the comfort of being between them makes every ache worth it.

Ellie presses one last kiss against your skin, her voice dipping into something fond. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Vi hums in agreement, her voice the last thing you hear before exhaustion fully takes over.

“We got you.”

[lunescore]

You, the headgirl, let the dirty, RAGGED DELINQUENT!SEVIKA hold your breasts from behind as you stand under her dorm shower.

TAGS: hickeys, Sevika has a dick, shower sex, mentions of getting caught, reader is very innocent

“What if your roommate comes in?”

You asked, your voice shuddering in your throat but she only squeezed your tits in her rough palms, the water cascading down your back as she leaned in from behind. Her hot breath tickled the side of your neck where she was busy marking her property, leaving hickeys and lovebites all over the skin well over your collar line where everybody could see. Sevika didn't answer your question, her fingers busy toying with your nipple as she sucked a dark spot at the curve of your neck.

You gasped and grabbed her arms instinctively. “Sevika,” you whimpered, “Don't put too many hickeys, what if someone sees?”

“That's the point, isn't it?” Sevika pushed your front against the wall of the shower room before she smacked your ass. Your asscheek jiggled and a bright red handprint slowly settled on the plush skin.

“Mmmm…” you pouted. “But I'm the headgirl, if anyone found out—”

“Then that'd be quite embarrassing, no?” Sevika held the sides of your thighs and parted them, “Bend.” She ordered, your wet hands reached up and grabbed the slippery marble of the walls for balance, you pushed your butt back against her. Sevika spread you, smirking at the sight of your pure, virgin pussy. “i take it you've never had sex.” She pretty much stated.

Your cheeks flushed and you nodded without saying anything. Sevika made an “ah” sound as if it was surprising. Nevertheless, the head of her cock brushed against your entrance and she gave you a second (surprisingly) before she pushed her shaft inside. You tensed up, grabbing the wall tighter and your thighs shook as the foreign intrusion occurred at your nether regions.

“It's weird.” You whined.

Sevika rammed her cock inside making you gasp and grab the wall tighter but your hands kept slipping because of the steam in the shower room. She was so big inside, her cock stretched you out in ways you thought wasn't possible.

Sevika grabbed your wet hair, pulling it harshly and making your body curve in an obedient arch. You gasped, the hot water running down your arched back as Sevika continued fucking into you with a pace that was no less than animalistic and she didn't seem like she'd stop anytime soon. The water from the shower caused a wet slapping sound to echo around the entire shower room as Sevika bottomed out and grunted.

“It feels good,” you muttered shyly, making Sevika laugh and she grabbed your hips, turning you around and hoisting your legs up with ease. Her muscles rippled under the water making your cheeks tint redder.

Sevika started pounding you into the wall, your hands flew to grab her shoulders for support as she continued ramming into you. Your mouth was open but nothing really came out. You needed more.

“Sevika,” you moaned her name loudly as your pussy squeezed tightly around her length and you felt relieved.

“You just came, didn't you?” Sevika grinned, leaving more hickeys down your neck.

“Came?”

“Orgasm.”

“Oh.”

Sevika chuckled. “You're so innocent, I love you like this.”

“Don't say that…” you buried your face in the crook of her neck and let her clean you up.

[k3n-dyll]

Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, dom!Sevika, dom!Ambessa, rough sex, porn with zero plot, oral (r!receving), strap usage, strap sucking/face fucking, spit, squirting, spit roasting Word Count: 898

Notes ☆ this is just a sleepy, disgustingly horny, rant, man. Like, more so than usual.

Sevika practically holds you down with her body, mech arm caught tight around your torso as her flesh palm paws and squeezes at your tits, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. She's enjoying the view more than she'd ever admit out loud, silver eyes fixated on the other woman that's had her head snug between your legs for what at this point feels like fucking hours. Neither of you can seem to take your eyes off of the way Ambessa's scarred back and broad shoulders move as she forces you to keep still for her, the same large hands that so gently caress your face and hold you close any other time now locked in a vice grip against your thighs, sure to leave bruises against the soft skin.

The noises coming from her sucking and lapping at your cunt are bordering on obnoxious, the amount of time you've been pushed over the edge with her mouth alone having landed you sitting in a wet spot of a collection of your own squirt and her saliva. The overstimulation has reduced you into a babbling, trembling little mess, and yet neither of them have had their fill yet.

"I c-can't, I can't..." You slur, both women letting out amused huffs of laughter at your pathetic attempt to speak. Dumbly, you think that Ambessa pulling away and Sevika's grip on your body loosening means that you finally get a little bit of a break, your sigh of relief getting cut short by Sevika's voice as she whispers into your ear.

"You're not done, doll. Hands and knees." Her coaxing is gentle, her hands keeping you steady as you switch positions with the elegance of a newborn calf. It'd be humiliating if your brain hadn't been rendered so useless, eyes half-lidded as you watch Ambessa's tear-blurred form tower over you, a hand coming to grip your chin.

"Such a pretty thing you are. You've got a little more in you, don't you angel?" Ambessa's sultry tone fills your ears, a dopey grin crossing your features at the praise as you give an equally lazy nod. Gently, she presses the red silicone hanging from her hips against your mouth, seeking permission for entrance. "Good, girl. Open that pretty mouth for me"

Your jaw slacks almost immediately, a low hum of approval escaping the woman in front of you, her murmured praises and the feeling of her hand gently palming the back of your head distracting you from the girth stuffing your jaws. Distracting you from what's happening behind you as well.

You get little warning - the bed slightly sinking in from behind and the cool touch of a metal hand against the plush of your hip before you start to feel Sevika pushing her own strap inside of you. A choked yelp of surprise escaping you at the feeling, your body tensing up.

"Uh-uh, relax... that's it, just breathe baby.." Sevika purrs, leaning down and peppering wet kisses along the arch of your back to ease your tension, though she doesnt stop her advances, each shallow pump of her hips stretching you further.

They give you grace, letting you adjust, kissing and marking you as you settle around them but the gentle front doesn't last long. Sevika can't stop herself from slamming into you from behind, admiring the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, her own pussy dripping against the harness at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of her cock.

Each thrust from behind forces Ambessa's strap down your throat, every gag forced from you sending strings of saliva pooling from behind your lips and onto your chin, your neck, the bed...

"You're such a fucking mess, look at that.." Ambessa chuckles as she watches you struggle to take her in your mouth, enjoying how eager you are to please, even if it turns you into well...this. She rewards your eagerness by pulling out of your mouth, barely letting you get down a few much-needed gulps of air before she's shifted the harness down off of her hips, instead shoving your face flush between her thighs, letting you taste her.

Your breathlessness doesn't stop you from lapping at her like a woman starved, fingers curling into the sheets as you do your best to focus on the task at hand without succumbing to the intensity of Sevika's sloppy pounding from behind. Their grunts and overlapping praises drown out all thought, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, shaking and twitching as you're split between the two. The only warning you're able to give before your climax ultimately rips through your body is a couple of muffled, loud whines.

Your head falls from Ambessa's grip, the woman letting you breathe as you cum, Sevika's hips just barely slowing as you finally let go, too enthralled in the way you squirt around her, the liquid wetting both your and her lower halves.

"Gonna have so much to clean up when we're finished with this one - fuck" Sevika boasts, letting her human palm land on your ass with a thwack. Ambessa just chuckles, her palm lightly patting the side of your face to keep you grounded in reality.

"You'll get to rest that pretty head in a little while, angel..." She coos. "But we're not quite done yet..."

Donations 4 Palestine - Arcane Masterlist

Taglist: @archangeldyke-all, @delinthecut, @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @glass-apothecary, @cobraisveryhorny - Wanna be tagged?

We're gonna pretend I tagged the correct ppl the first time, 'kay? <3

[sevsgiirl]

Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

[evesbookshop]

❤︎︎ 𝐕𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ❤︎︎

✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿

𝐅𝐭: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭

𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿

Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse

So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.

And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.

It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.

“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.

And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.

Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.

But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.

“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”

A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.

“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.

“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.

Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.

And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.

“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.

“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.

“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.

“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”

“Alright.”

“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.

“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”

“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”

And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.

“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .

It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.

“Too rough?”

“Never”

“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.

“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”

✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝❤︎︎

[lily221118]

•⭐• Sevika x a younger, mean, femme girlfriend!

Sevika was known for her dominant, assertive aura, that's what maked her so hot. But it also meant she usually ended up with partners that levelled her out. She was used to coddling them, having to go out of her way to show affection in a way that was satisfactory for them.

That was, until she met you

You were younger than her by a good few years, the youngest she had ever let herself go for. She thought the younger the girl, the less they'd understand the way she was with her loved ones. Y'know, less worldly experience and whatever.

But you had no problem telling her off, putting her in her place, showing her tough love exactly the way she also gave it. And she found it endearing.

The rest of the undercity was scared of her, couldn't even uphold a conversation in fear of getting themselves beat. But you treated her like every other dickhead who was lucky enough to talk to you.

You could boss her around and she'd put her hands up in surrender, smirking with a "yes, ma'am"

"Sevika, get me a drink"

"open this"

"Did you just give me attitude?"

Fuck, she found it so hot. And thats why she would let you get away with it.

Multiple times, you had stopped Sevika from getting into brawls in public. She'd be all up in some guys face for looking at you the wrong way, "You wanna see what happens when you can't keep your eyes off my girl?"

"Sevika, sit down"

She'd scowl and grumble but she'd be back in her seat before you'd have to repeat yourself.

You both had your sweet moments though. And the harsh difference between those moments compared to the usual demeanor of the two of you made the moments even sweeter. Every now and then, she'd get a "Thank you, baby" or you'd compliment her the way you knew she liked, "My handsome woman". And, in return, she'd tell you how beautiful you are and how she appreciated the level of understanding you shared.

Overall, Sevika knew you were perfect for her. The perfect mix of high and low maintenance and not easily offended or knocked down. You could match her energy and double that with attitude.

Once those bedroom doors closed, however, she'd make sure you were sorry for every piece of attitude you had ever thrown at her.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Word Count: 647 Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy! 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞�� ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?” 

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more, 

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?” 

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.” 

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.” 

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[welostheplot]

── friendly fire

a one-shot about streamer!ellie being shamelessly flirted with by another streamer — and you reminding her exactly who she belongs to (a part two to stream sniped).

content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, modern au, established relationship, twitch chat antics (if you love me you'll recognize the work i put in to be consistent with the usernames from the last part), jealousy, possessiveness, reader's kinda bossy, little loser ellie loves it, MDNI 18+, slight dom!reader x slight sub!ellie, tribbing

word count: 2.6k

author's note: guys... i did not want to write more streamer!ellie. to be clear this is NOT a series. but y'all love her so much and this request was cute so here you go i'm feeding the children.

you were halfway through your eyeliner when the laugh caught your ear—ellie's giggle, tinny through the wall, the kind she only did when she was nervous. and not in a flustered-cute way.

no. this was her "i don't know how to handle this" kind of laugh. the one that came out when she was on the phone with a big-shot company discussing a paid partnership or when you forced her to actually order for herself in the chick-fil-a drive thru.

you paused, liner pen frozen mid-wing. you pressed your ear to the wall, but her words were muffled by the sheetrock and insulation between you two—you were in the guest room because the lighting was ass in hers.

then, casually—you weren’t nosy, not at all—you unlocked your phone and clicked into the twitch app.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: collab night! w/ @ cataclysmik 😻🔫

you blinked.

oh. that’s cat?

she was hot. like, annoying hot. box-dyed black hair, perfect makeup, cat-ear headphones hot. and she was currently leaned all the way into the camera, chuckling at something ellie had just mumbled.

you glared at the screen. ellie could've mentioned that the collab stream she forgot she committed to—the one she just couldn't cancel and was the reason you had to change your dinner reservation for date night tonight to later—was with a chick who looked like she was the subject of everyone's wet dreams.

“oh my god, ellie, do you always bite your lip when you’re concentrating?” cat’s voice lilted flirtatiously through the stream audio, followed by a soft, knowing laugh. “cute.”

even with how small the preview was on your phone, you could see how ellie was fidgeting with her hoodie string, face flushed as she hunched deeper into her headset.

"uhh. yeah, i guess." her voice cracked. "it's my focus face."

v4nitymirror: all that focus with 2 kills LMAOOOO princessp3ach: not her stuttering ellieuseslightmode: CAT RIZZING HER UP???? altaccnumber26: doesn't ellie literally have a girlfriend? tima0911 replied to altaccnumber26: well where she at then 🥱

you finished the last flick of your eyeliner, rolled your eyes at your reflection, and moved to respond:

pastaluvrrr: 😐 i’m literally right here

“wait, you’re cracked—holy shit,” cat’s voice was syrupy sweet through your phone speakers. "you're carrying me, babe."

ellie's chest puffed up a little at the statement. ignoring the petname, she boasted, "yeah, that's what i'm here for. fortnite carry god, remember?"

you didn’t know if you were more annoyed at cat's persistent flirting or the fact that ellie didn't seem to notice you were in the chat. your acrylics tapped away at the glass screen of your phone as you typed up another message.

mikuirl: BROOOOO dusty_diamond: you literally killed a bot it's not that impressive ellieclips: alright dont get ahead of yourself smellie pastaluvrrr: huh. didn’t realize it was that kinda collab stream 😇

“oh shit—hi, baby,” ellie smiled dorkily at the camera, so excited to see your message she accidentally threw a shield pot instead of shooting the player in front of her. “you’re—lurking?”

babygirltummyache: 😳👀 elliebutinallcaps: OMG GF IN CHAT iclutchforpastalover replied to pastaluvrrr: LEAVE ELLIE FOR ME I'LL TREAT U GOOD I PROMISE pastaluvrrr: yeah. stream’s so fun. cat’s super friendly ❤️

ellie swallowed audibly, scratching the back of her neck nervously as she noted your sarcasm. cat just giggled. “that your girlfriend in chat? she’s cute.”

ellie coughed. “haha yeah. she’s… literally in the house right now. visiting for the weekend.”

cat hummed, not acknowledging that. "well lock in, there's only 13 people left. we can soooo win this."

you got up from where your makeup was sprawled across the vanity and took the short walk down the hall to her bedroom. ellie sat at the desk in the corner, headphones crooked, one leg bouncing like she was trying to take off.

you strolled in and flopped dramatically across her bed, the hem of the dress you were wearing sliding up to show more of your smooth thighs. if it was on purpose, your face didn’t give it away.

she saw you in her peripheral and froze, the tips of her ears turning pink.

whiffytiffany: SHE LOOKS SO GOOD WTFFFF nonbinarybullets: no fucking way maybemaddie: GF CAM GF CAM GF CAM timcanrust: her dress is a little short, no? message deleted by a moderator elliesdischarge: THAT SHOULD BE ME IN THAT BED

ellie’s voice was shaky. “i’m, uh… wrapping up soon. we’ve got—like, a thing tonight. reservation.”

cat pouted. “aw. that's a shame, babe, we were just warming up. now who will carry me when you're gone?”

usuallylurkin: she’s right there??? ellieuseslightmode: WHY IS CAT STILL FLIRTING nerfventure: girl. be serious. chousey203: NOOOO DON'T END STREAM

you watched ellie try to laugh it off. a few more minutes passed. they lost—placing third—and queued back up, cat making some obnoxious comment about how they should match skins this time.

growing agitated, you eventually stood, padded over barefoot, and crouched down next to ellie’s gaming chair.

she startled a little, tilting the mic up. “baby, i’m almost—”

you leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, your voice perfectly crisp in the mic: “you should end stream so we can fuck before our date."

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she whipped her head toward you, eyes wide and mouth agape. you were smirking, all soft and smug, trailing a hand up the back of her neck.

she fumbled for a keybind, the screen flashing to her "be right back" screen—some dumb meme of her photoshopped onto a png of an alien.

“i’ll get off in like, five minutes,” she whispered, breathless. “let me just close out, say bye.”

"nuh uh.” you kissed her softly, nicking at her bottom lip. then leaned even further to suck a mark into the curve of her jaw. “don’t care about the outro. right now.”

she shivered in her seat, her hand reaching to hold your head there as she let out of a soft, audible moan. "ah— feels good."

macetotheface: YOURE NOT MUTED YOURE NOT MUTED YOURE NOT MUTED elliesdischarge: HOLY WHIMPER elliesyumyum: SHES MOANINGGGGGGGG ellieclips: NOT AGAIN

cat’s voice suddenly cut through her headphones, making her jolt.

“…umm. ellie? i think you forgot to mute. but—i had fun. play again soon, yeah?”

ellie slammed her hand on her stream deck. everything on the screen cut to black.

“oh my gooood,” she groaned, slumping back in her chair with her hands over her face. “i think i just committed career suicide. chat definitely heard all of that. cat definitely heard all of that.”

"honestly? good. maybe now she’ll get the hint.”

ellie blinked, wide-eyed, throat bobbing as your thumb brushed over her flushed cheek. you slid into her lap carefully.

“you’re mine,” you murmured, voice low but sharp, every word deliberate. “not hers. not anyone else's. mine.”

ellie nodded so fast it made you smile. “y-yeah,” she breathed, hands twitching against your thighs. "yours." you pulled her into a kiss.

“you’re insane, you know,” she muttered against your mouth. “you can’t just say shit like that into my mic—”

“oh, i can't?” you teased, dragging your nails lightly down the back of her neck. “but it's good for engagement! what's that shit you're always talking about? clip farming, right?”

ellie groaned—actually groaned—and her hips bucked under you, shifting like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“fuck you,” she whispered, chasing your mouth despite the words.

“you will,” you said sweetly, then kissed her like you meant it.

she melted, her hands everywhere at once—sliding under your dress, gripping the backs of your thighs, dragging you closer until you were straddling her properly, knees pressed against the arms of her chair.

“god, i love you,” she mumbled, pulling back just long enough to press her lips to your jaw, your neck, the edge of your collarbone. she was all over you. “but jesus, you’re fucking mean. coming in here, making me—”

you tilted your head back when she bit at your throat, gasping softly. “making you what?”

ellie’s breath stuttered. “making me fucking whimper on stream like an idiot.”

“mm.” you smirked, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging just enough to make her groan. “you want me to feel bad?”

“yeah,” she whispered, a little laugh in her voice. “but you won’t.”

“nope,” you agreed, and leaned down to kiss her slow and deep, grinding down just to feel her curse into your mouth.

ellie’s hands slid up over the dress now, fingers skimming your ribs like she couldn’t believe she was allowed. she tugged at the zipper, impatient. “take this off. please.”

she unzipped it fully and you pulled it off immediately, tossing it somewhere behind you. her hands immediately cupped your chest through your strapless bra, thumbs rubbing lightly over the fabric, making you shiver.

“you’re so fucking hot,” she murmured, almost reverent. “can’t believe you’re mine.”

“say that again.”

“you’re mine,” she said instantly, eyes dark and wide.

“that’s right,” you whispered, tugging at her hoodie now. “now take this off and prove it.”

ellie scrambled out of her hoodie like it was burning her skin. she practically vaulted it across the room before her hands were on you again, tugging you closer until your chest was flush against hers.

"you're so bossy," she muttered, and you smirked, rolling your hips into her. "and you're so fucking slow. you gonna make me wait all night?"

ellie’s breath hitched. she didn’t answer—just slid her hands up your back to unhook your bra.

you stood just long enough to shove your panties down your legs in one go, stepping out of them and tossing them aside as well. when you settled back into her lap, fully bare, ellie let out a punched-out breath.

"jesus christ," she whispered, hands gripping your hips. "you’re so—fuck—you're perfect."

you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "you think about me when you stream? think about this?"

"yeah," she admitted hoarsely. "always thinking about your pussy—fuuuck, baby—thinking about how wet you get."

you gripped her jaw, made her look at you. "you liked her flirting with you?"

"no," she groaned, hips jerking helplessly under yours. "hated it. i just kept… picturing you. how pretty you look when you do your makeup. how gorgeous you were gonna look tonight at dinner."

"mm," you hummed, inwardly preening. even in the middle of sex, she couldn't help but compliment you. always so sweet, your ellie.

but then, coming to, you leaned in to nip at her earlobe. "maybe next time i'll make you cum on stream."

ellie whined—actually whined—and you smiled.

"bed," you commanded, climbing off her lap. "pants off. now."

she scrambled out of her sweats and boxers so fast it was embarrassing. she was wet, a sticky mess coating her thighs, and when you drew two fingers up her slit to feel for yourself she groaned like she was in pain.

"babe, please," she panted, hands twitching at her sides. "i need you so bad. don't—don't tease me."

you pressed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, lining yourself up with her.

"who do you belong to?" you asked, gripping her thigh.

"you," she said instantly, without hesitation. "always you."

"good girl," you murmured, and settled down, your centers meeting with a wet squelch.

ellie choked on a moan, head thrown back against the pillow.

"fuuuck, you feel—" her hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, like she was holding on for dear life. "oh my god, babe, you feel so good."

you rode her slow at first, savoring the way her jaw went slack, the way she tried so hard to keep her eyes open and watch the way your hips undulated above her.

"please go faster," she begged, thrusting up into you with clumsy, needy rhythm.

"you don’t get to tell me what to do," you said sweetly, dragging your hips in a pointed circle that made her curse.

"i'm sorry," ellie babbled, already wrecked. "just—please—i wanna make you cum."

you leaned down, kissed her hard. "you will," you whispered, and then you started to move for real.

ellie was incoherent within seconds. her hands gripped your ass and your hips and anywhere she could reach as you rolled into her, wet and messy and loud in the quiet room.

"oh my god," she groaned, jaw slack. "baby—fuck, you’re—i can feel how wet you are—shit—"

"you’re so loud," you teased, riding her harder. "would probably be this loud even if chat could hear you, huh?"

"i don’t—i-i..." ellie gasped, thrusting up into you, eyes glassy. "fuck, i’m close—please—"

one hand still gripping her leg beside you, you leaned down to pinch one of her nipples, tugging at the pebbled peak. the combined feeling of her against you and the erotic visual sent you over the edge fast.

"ellie—" you gasped as you came, clenching hard around nothing.

she followed with a broken moan, hips bucking so hard she almost toppled you over. "ah— fuck, baby!" she clutched you like you were the only thing tethering her to earth.

and when you finally collapsed on top of her, both of you sweaty and gasping, ellie pressed sloppy kisses to your temple, your cheek, your shoulder.

“i love you,” she murmured, voice raw. “so, so much.”

you laughed, breathless, kissing her back. “i love you too, smellie.”

ellie groaned, hiding her face in your neck. “we definitely missed our reservation,” she mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

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[v1kastr4p]

"you’re the one begging, but you’re still acting like you run shit. its cute."

vi's got two fingers knuckle-deep and your back arched so pretty off the bed, thighs shaking where she’s got them spread wide over her lap. she’s still in her sports bra thats grey and sweat-dark from her run, a smug smirk on her lips as she watches you grind down on her hand like it’s not nearly enough.

"aww, look at that. all mouth when i walked in, now you’re making a mess on my fucking palm," she coos, kissing your knee as she curls her fingers just right, slow and deep. "i should let you ride my hand more often if it shuts you up this nice."

your jaw slackens as you throw your head back, fighting the whimper crawling up your throat.

“shut—shut up, vi—” "mm-mm. you wanted control, right?" her thumb drags up, barely brushing your clit, just to watch you jolt. " her grin turns lazy and wolfish. "so go on, boss. take what you want."

her fingers stay buried, still deep enough that you can feel her knuckles, slow curling dragging over that soft spongy spot inside you again and again like she’s already memorized it. you try to move your hips to ride her hand. she lets you, but every now and then she shifts, catches your clit with her palm just enough to make you whine and bite your lip hard enough to bruise.

"someone's getting loud," she murmurs, lips on your thigh now, soft and hot. "maybe i should shut you up. not with my mouth though."

her pupils are blown when she glances up, voice low and cocky.

"you wanna come on my fingers or my strap, baby? pick fast, or i’ll make you do both."

[angelltheninth]

Do you think the Arcane lesbians tie their hair back when eating out?

Ya'll really trying to make me go feral with these eh?

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Sevika, Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, hair-pulling, teasing, biting, being pinned down, praise, clit slapping

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A/N: As far as I know Ambessa is a bisexual queen so I'm putting her in here.

Vi ran her hand through her buzzcut and sighed. "I mean, I can tie my hair back but I don't really see the point. It's just on the one side of my face, and my back." She shrugged as she leaned further down between your legs. "It doesn't bother me. What about you?"

"Not really. I thought you might wanna do it so I can see your eyes more clearly. Your hair has been getting a bit longer lately. Might need a haircut some time soon." You hooked your legs around Vi's shoulders and sighed heavily as her tongue prodded against your entrance.

As she licked into you your hands ran through her hair, seeing her point as your hands were enough to hold her hair back. She didn't need a hair tie. She looked perfect just like this, between your legs, about to eat you out like you were her last meal.

"If you wanna keep looking at me better keep those hands in place, sweet stuff." Her teasing words made you moan and tighten your grip. You didn't want her to stop, so you would do as you were told.

With your hands and your legs keeping her in pace Vi moved her tongue through your wet folds, savoring your sweet taste and the ever present tug you gave against her scalp every time her tongue played with your clit. The real reason why she enjoyed it is because she didn't mind the pain, when it mixed with pleasure.

If Caitlyn ties her hair back when you two have sex then you know she feels like giving rather than receiving that night. As soon as you saw her do it you knew you were for a really long night. "What are you smiling like that for darling?" Caitlyn asked as she leaned in for a kiss.

With a smirk and not breaking the kiss you pulled her on top of you and cupper her cheeks. "You know why. You tied your hair back. Just seeing you do that gets me wet." Caitlyn's eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head. Her hands cupped over yours before she pushed them to your sides and kissed down your body. It seemed to make her conflicted that you knew what she was gonna do.

"Am I that predictable? Should I do something to spice things up?" There was something dangerous in her eyes as she asked. "Since you can see what I do, perhaps a nice blindfold, to keep you guessing."

"I-I wouldn't be opposed to that." You spread your legs open further and moved your panties to the side. "What else do you wanna do to me?"

Caitlyn looked up at you right as her tongue pressed against your clit and stayed there. She pulled away after a few seconds. "I'm sure I can think of a few things. After I make you come." You couldn't think of anything either as Caitlyn started mercilessly licking at your clit.

Maddie always wore her hair tied back except for when she was sleeping or taking a shower. It was no different when she was between your legs. Other might argue she's silly when she ties her hair back like that but they don't know how much easier it makes it to please her favorite girl.

"Do you not like it? You always said my ponytail was pretty cute. What changed?" The look on her face was an almost rejected pout.

"Nothing." You laughed at the idea that she thought you were rejecting her sense of style. "I love how you look with your hair tied up. Makes you look so damn cute. When you're under me like this."

In retaliation of you calling her cute Maddie bit your inner thigh, pretty hard too, which made you exhale sharply and brace yourself against the headboard of the bed. "Don't go calling me cute while I'm making you come all over my face." The fact that you were above her, pussy dripping on her wasn't enough to make her blush, but your praise sure did.

"Aww, but you are cute. My cute, sweet girl. Being so good for me right now yeah?" As if it could help her Maddie pressed her face between your legs again, her tongue licking at double speed. "See, you're going so good. Of course you are, using your tongue just the way I want you to."

"Sweetheart, fuck, hold on, stop for a moment." Sevika moved away from you, her chin dripping with your pussy juices. You groaned, tried to pull her back but she pushed you back. "I said hold on. I'm just getting something real quick. I'll be right back."

You licked your lips as you watched her make her way to one of the drawers. To your disappointment it wasn't the one where she kept her strap, but she did pull out a hair tie. The disappointment may have been on your face for a split second but Sevika saw it and it made her grin even wider.

"Don't look so let down. I'm about to eat your sweet cunt until you pass out. Now lay back and wait until I get this thing on." It was a bit of a challenge to do with one hand. You saw her struggle with it before.

You sighed and gave her a bit of encouragement. "I can do that for you. I'm really good with my fingers." You waived at her with one hand while cupping your pussy with the other. "So I've been told anyway."

Sevika's eyes widened when she saw your slick dripping onto the sheets. "Hey, hands off what's mine. You're being a real brat right now." She fumbled with the hair tie a few more times before she managed to get it on. Her hand grabbed your wrist. "Mine." She growled possessively as she pushed her tongue into your pussyhole.

Ambessa never ties her hair back unless she's on the battlefield. She has no reason to tie her hair when she's in bed with you, pinning you down by the hips and absolutely feasting, licking and sucking on your clit and keeping your pussy lips parted so she can see your hole clench around nothing.

"More, please, please, I want you inside." You begged, your voice strained as you tried to push her face further down.

"Hm, brave tonight. Aren't you, pet? Thinking you can order me around, grabbing my hair like that. Was I away for too long that you forgot yourself?" She pulled away, her rough palm delivering a hard slap on your clit. Then another, and another until you were a crying, drooling mess. "Behave yourself."

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you couldn't do that. Your nails dug into her hair further and you saw her roll her eyes. "I'm sorry. I missed you so much, I promise I'll behave next time. Just... please..."

"Fine, fine." Ambessa reached over to the nightstand and pulled her hair back into a bun. It wasn't nearly as neat as she usually wore it but she was in a hurry. "I'll spend all night reminding your body of who it belongs to." The look she gave you then was similar to how you saw her look at her targets across the battlefield, dark, cocky, a little amused, and very determined.

[bunslora]

i'll die anyway ᯓ★ bff.ᐟellie x reader

summary: lesbian yearning..

tags: suggestive , alcohol consumption , men dni .

wc: 618

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"never have i ever—" ellie looks at you, straight faced, fully serious. "oh fuck off, are you twelve?" you shoot back, trying to stifle a giggle. you pass her the shitty bottle of rum the two of you had swiped from joel while downstairs moments before. ellies space patterned bedsheets crinkle beneath her lap as she takes a swig of the liquor. her face scrunches at the harsh taste, and you notice yourself watching in silent endearment, something that is not an uncommon occurrence for you.

"fine—" you look at her intently, barely long enough for it to mean anything. barely long enough for her to notice. at least, thats what you tell yourself. what you've been telling yourself. "never have i ever.." you make an over exaggerated show of pondering as you pretend to think. "never have i ever been caught by my father looking at—you know what, im actually not going to recount it..however i am confident you can fill in the blanks—" ellie rolls her eyes, as you continue whatever monologue you've prepared for her. "while being at a family dinner." you make sure to emphasise each word as you attempt to hold back a laugh that threatens to spill out from your chest.

"yeah, no, its not funny if you're the only one laughing," ellie grumbles, trying to make an effort to look entirely unamused. "also—" she starts, apparently not done, "you can't say things you know i've already done." you catch her gaze, "well—shall i try again?" you tease. "uh, no, dickhead its my go" she says in turn. "okay, so stop whining and get on with it then." you say, stealing the bottle from her grasp.

you drink from the bottle, grimacing as the taste refuses to improve. "never have i ever been a pretentious asshole." ellie says, looking almost proud with her question. you smile at her, amused, and ask, "define pretentious." ellie glares at you, although there is no real malice in the action. "unfortunately, that doesn't answer my question" she retorts, as she leans impossibly closer, you could almost taste the liquor on her breath—a contradiction, given that the two of you were already practically sitting on top of each other.

the bottle, now getting awfully close to being three-quarters empty, rested at the curve of your smile as you bring it closer to your lips for another sip. you lean back, offering a sliver of distance between you both. the motion causes your shirt to ride up, allowing for a glimpse of your laced underwear to peak above the waistband of your jeans. too subtle to be an invitation, yet too deliberate for it to feel unintentional. feigning innocence, you pretend not to notice the way ellies gaze trails down from your face to your torso. her hand wraps around yours, gently loosening the bottle from your grip before bringing it to her lips for a swig of the liquor.

"ellie—" you look at her as you begin to steady yourself, the hum of alcohol becoming more prominent. you move closer, continuing whatever you had begun to say. "you're staring." you announce, like she wasn't already aware. theres a beat of charged silence before she responds—"am i?" she says, attempting to convey ignorance, but the implications are still laid out in front of you both.

you sigh, "you're impossible", and with that ellie looks at you—the atmosphere swims with something inescapable; adoration? love? desire? devotion? whatever it is, ellie smiles regardless, a look that could almost be catagorised as hesitancy before she speaks. "i think you like it" she says. "and i think you're drunk." you say in return. takes one to no one.

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might do a part 2!!

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[avonnimimi]

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Attitude Adjustment

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an: this is my first little drabble, please be nice, I hope you all like it, lmk if you want more or any other characters my asks are opennnn:) (no i did not spell check this or read it over) MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: college!au, kind of porn with a plot, mean!vi, strap-on-sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving) brat taming?, dom!vi, one pussy slap, multiple + forced orgasms, edging?, choking, degrading names, hair pulling, breeding kink, cursing. (lmk if i missed anything)

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It wasn't like you to be so miserable especially not toward Violet. But she'd been gone for four whole weeks, off training with an elite professional boxer, and it was driving you insane.

Sure, she called every night, texted you every morning, and checked in whenever she could, but now it was ovulation week, and she knew it. She knew exactly what her absence would do to you.

You'd tried to take care of yourself, desperate for relief, but your fingers couldn't fill you the way hers did.

Frustration festered in your chest, spiraling into a dull ache that left you feeling empty and irritable. Now, you were curled up in your dorm bed, naked, fat tears brimming in your eyes as you clutched the phone.

It vibrated in your hand.

Vi was calling.

You answered immediately.

"Hey, princess," her familiar voice drawled, warm and affectionate.

You huffed. "Hi, Violet."

She chuckled softly, but there was concern in her tone. "What's wrong?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't.

Instead, you did something you never thought you'd do-you hung up.

Vi always made you feel heard and loved, but the irritation of missing her, the ache in your chest and between your legs, had you acting out of character.

You buried your face in the pillow, ignoring the buzz of your phone as it vibrated relentlessly for the next 15 minutes. Call after call, message after message, it was all Vi.

Still, you didn't respond. Your body, overwhelmed by exhaustion and longing, eventually lulled you to sleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

A loud pounding on your dorm door startled you awake. Your heart leaped into your throat as you scrambled for your phone, ready to speed-dial Vi, but what could she do? She was miles away.

Tugging one of Vi's old shirts over your bare body, you crept to the door. Your hands trembled as you unlocked it, cautiously pulling it open.

"V-Vi?" There she was, in all her glory, and she looked furious. She didn’t tell you she was going to be back early.

You stepped back, fingers fidgeting with the hem of the oversized shirt, eyes wide. Vi didn't say a word as she pushed the door open wider, her sneakers heavy against the floor as she made her way to your couch.

She sat down, legs spread wide, one hand resting on her thigh. "You gonna explain what the fuck that was earlier?"

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the thick tension in the room.

You closed the door quietly, too scared to meet her eyes. You'd rarely seen Vi upset, but this? This was something else entirely.

"C'mere," she commanded.

You hesitated but obeyed, walking over to stand in front of her. Her piercing gaze followed you as you slowly straddled her lap, your legs trembling slightly as you draped them over hers. Her hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you flush against her chest.

You froze, your breath hitching when you felt her bulge press against your clit.

"Not gonna speak?" she murmured, her voice low and dangerous.

Your gaze dropped to the floor, but Vi

wasn't having it. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, her eyes dark with frustration and something deeper desire.

"You never use your mouth when you're supposed to," she said, her tone laced with mock disappointment. "Let's put it to use now."

A needy whimper escaped you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, but the words sounded weak even to your own ears.

Vi didn't respond. She slid two fingers into your mouth, her calloused fingertips brushing against your tongue.

Instinctively, you sucked, hollowing your cheeks in a desperate attempt to please her.

Her eyes fixated on you, watching the way your puffy lips wrapped around her fingers. Her thumb stroked your jawline, almost as if she was admiring her handiwork.

Then she adjusted in her seat, her hips shifting so that her bulge pressed harder against your sensitive clit. The friction sent a shockwave through your body, and a moan escaped your lips, muffled by her fingers.

Vi smirked, her annoyance melting into something far more predatory.

"Yeah," she muttered, her voice a low rumble. "That's what I thought."

Her tone sent a shiver down your spine, and when she pushed her fingers deeper, you gagged, your throat tightening around them. A satisfied hum rumbled in her chest as she slowly withdrew her fingers, a thin string of saliva still connecting you.

Before you could catch your breath, Vi scooped you up effortlessly, her strong arms cradling you against her chest. Desperate to make amends, your lips found her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking across her warm skin in frantic, apologetic motions.

She didn't say a word, her expression unreadable, but the heat of her gaze pinned you in place as she carried you to the bed. Gently but firmly, she set you down, her fingers already tugging at the hem of your shirt. She pulled it off in one smooth motion, leaving you bare and exposed under her intense scrutiny.

"Ass up. Now."

Her voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. Your body moved instinctively, heart pounding as you obeyed, presenting yourself just the way she liked.

You felt her shift behind you, her calloused fingers spreading your slick folds with ease. "Fuck me," she groaned, her voice dripping with need.

"So fucking wet. This what you wanted? Wanted this slutty little pussy pounded in, huh?"

When you didn't answer fast enough, a sharp, stinging slap landed right on your swollen clit, sending a jolt through your body.

"Yes!" you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. "Wanted it so bad, Vi... please," you whined, your hips instinctively pushing back toward her.

Your back arched deeper, presenting yourself fully, your body begging for her to finally give you what you needed. The tension in the air was electric, leaving you waiting, trembling with anticipation.

"I know, baby, I know," she murmured, her voice low and soothing as her thumb pressed against your puffy clit, tracing tight, deliberate circles over the sensitive bud. The touch was perfect-just what you'd been craving for weeks.

You clutched the sheets beneath you, a shaky sigh escaping your lips as relief washed over you. Finally, finally, she was giving your needy pussy attention. Soft whimpers spilled from your mouth, your hips grinding back into her hand, desperate for more.

"Mhm, yeah," she cooed, her voice laced with teasing affection. "My baby gets so miserable when she doesn't get what she wants, huh?"

Before you could respond, her middle finger slid inside you with ease, her knuckles brushing against your entrance. The stretch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, and your head fell back against the pillow.

"F-fuck.. Vi," you gasped, your voice trembling as your walls clenched around her.

Before you could fully adjust, she slid in another finger, the stretch making your walls flutter around her. "But y'know what I don't like?" she asked, her tone sharp, almost mocking.

You gasped as her thrusts grew deeper, faster, leaving no room for your protests. "V-Vi, wait-" you stammered, your voice barely above a whine.

"I don't like when my girl gets all bratty just because she doesn't get her greedy little cunt stuffed up," she growled, her voice dripping with dominance. Without hesitation, she added a third finger, forcing another gasp from your lips.

"Fucking slut," she spat, her fingers curling perfectly to press against that sensitive, squishy spot deep inside your gummy walls. "So desperate."

The obscene squelching of your soaked pussy filled the room, mingling with your broken moans that grew louder with every thrust. Your body trembled, completely at her mercy, as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

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Three orgasms in, Vi had her strap so deep inside you that it felt like she was rearranging your insides. She hit every spot so perfectly you couldn’t even think straight. Your vision blurred, stars swimming behind your eyelids. Your face was smashed into the pillows, her hand pressing down hard to keep you there. She didn’t want to hear a single sound out of you, but fuck, you couldn’t help it. You tried to stay quiet, but the way she was fucking you? It was impossible. She’d never been this rough before. Was it bad that you liked it? No. Of course you liked it. You loved it.

You tried to say something, tried to beg, or explain yourself. You just wanted her to understand, you missed her, that’s why you acted out, that’s why you got upset. But the words wouldn’t come.

“You want a break? Hm?” she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. You couldn’t even answer, too fucked out to form anything close to a response. Your pussy clenched around her cock like it was starving for it, drooling all over her strap. She noticed, of course. How couldn’t she?

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up, dragging your body back against hers until your back arched so deep it nearly hurt. “Fuckin’ knew it,” she growled in your ear, slamming into you even harder. “Such a cockslut. You don’t need a break, you need me to ruin you.”

And you did. God, you did.

Your mouth hung open, words replaced by gasps and moans you couldn’t hold back. You could barely think, let alone speak. She shoved your face back into the pillows like she was disgusted by the sound of you, pulling out until just the tip of her strap sat there, teasing you, before slamming back inside without warning. You cried out, fat tears streaking down your face, soaking into the sheets.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, giving your hair another sharp tug. You tried. you really did, but every thrust knocked the air out of you, made your body betray you all over again. Your cunt was so wet, so messy, it was loud enough to echo in the room. Vi fucked you like she didn’t care, like you weren’t hers, and you fucking loved it.

Your hips moved on their own, trying to meet her thrusts, but she wasn’t having it. She pinned you down harder, her grip unrelenting, her pace brutal. You felt like you were falling apart under her, barely holding on, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way she fucked you.

Your body gave her all the answers she needed—your pussy creaming for her, clenching so tight it felt like you never wanted to let her go. And you didn’t. You didn’t care how rough she was, how raw this felt. You wanted her to keep going, to leave you wrecked. You wanted all of it.

“Mmm, cumming—gonna cum… V-Vi, I’m gonna cum again, fuckkkkk—” you whined, your voice cracking as your body trembled. But just as you were about to fall apart, she pulled out, leaving you empty, throbbing, and desperate. You barely had time to complain before she flipped you onto your back, manhandling you into a brutal mating press. Your knees were pushed up damn near to your shoulders, leaving you completely exposed.

“Don’t fucking cum,” she growled, her voice low and mean. “Gonna show you what happens when you pull bullshit with me.”

Before you could even catch your breath, she slammed her cock back inside you, filling you to the hilt in one sharp thrust. You cried out, your hands clawing at the sheets, but she didn’t care. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing it just enough to make your head spin. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted you to break. She wanted you to cum—so she could punish you for it.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me? Don’t cum, baby,” she teased, grinning down at you like she had you completely figured out. And she did. You were already shaking, your body on fire, the pressure building so fast it felt like you were going to explode.

“W-wait! No, c-can’t—” you babbled, words falling apart as you hiccupped between gasps. You were so close it hurt, and she knew it. She fucking knew.

“Fuck, I wish I could get you pregnant,” she said, her voice rough and breathless. “Breed this fucking tight cunt.”

The filthy words sent your mind reeling, your pussy clenching hard around her cock. You couldn’t stop it—your body betrayed you completely. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

You came hard—so hard you couldn’t breathe. Your chest heaved, your body spasming uncontrollably, but Vi didn’t stop. Not even for a second. “Yeahhh,” she groaned, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “Cream all over this dick. Let me see it, baby.” Her words were filthy, but the way her hips snapped into you made it impossible to care. You couldn’t respond, couldn’t even think. The overstimulation was unbearable, every nerve in your body lit up and sparking like fireworks.

Her hand found your throat, her grip firm but teasing, just enough to make you whimper. “Whose pussy is this, huh? Tell me,” she growled, her tone sharp, commanding. Her eyes bore into you as her thumb pressed into the side of your neck, daring you to answer. But you couldn’t. You were still cumming, your body jerking beneath her as she drilled into you, her pace unrelenting. Her cock slammed so deep it felt like she was splitting you open, her tip slamming into your cervix over and over again, sending sharp waves of pleasure and pain straight through you.

“You can’t even talk, can you?” she sneered, her lips curling into a cocky grin. “God, look at you. Fucking wrecked. You like this, don’t you? Being my little cumdump?”

Her thumb dragged over your clit again, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made the pressure inside you skyrocket all over again. Your legs trembled violently, your back arching so hard it felt like you’d snap in half. “Come on, baby,” she taunted. “Wonder if I can make this little pussy squirt. You wanna squirt for me? Hm? I know you do.”

“N-no! I can’t—I c-can’t—” you babbled, tears streaming down your face. But your body betrayed you. The way your pussy clenched around her cock, the way you gushed every time she hit that perfect spot—it told her everything she needed to know.

“Yeah, you can,” she growled, leaning in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “You’re gonna squirt for me, baby. Gonna fucking soak me, aren’t you? I know this pussy can do it. Fuck, I wish I could knock you up—fill you up with my cum and watch you take every drop. I’d breed this tight little cunt every fucking day if I could.”

Her filthy words sent your mind spiraling, the heat in your stomach boiling over. “Vi, please!” you sobbed, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Relief? More? It didn’t matter—she wasn’t stopping.

“Bet you’d look so fucking good, all round and full with my baby,” she continued, her voice rough and breathless. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Make you a mommy, let me breed you over and over until this pussy’s mine forever?”

Her words hit you like a tidal wave, and the pressure inside you snapped all at once. You screamed, your body locking up as a gush of wetness exploded from you, soaking her cock, her thighs, the sheets—everything. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, her thrusts pushing you through it as more and more juices poured out of you, leaving you shaking and completely spent.

“There it is,” she groaned, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Knew you had it in you. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby. Look at this messy little pussy.” Her hands gripped your thighs, pinning you down as you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. Your body twitched and jerked with every thrust, tears streaming down your face, but she wasn’t letting up just yet.

“Vi, please,” you cried, your voice hoarse and broken. “C-can’t—too much—”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she slowed down, her thrusts easing until she pulled out completely. You collapsed onto the bed, trembling and gasping for air, your body completely wrecked. Vi stayed there for a moment, watching you, her chest heaving as she caught her own breath. Her cocky smirk was painted across her face, but there was something softer in her eyes now, a tenderness creeping in as she took in the mess she’d made of you.

“Fuck, baby,” she murmured, leaning down to brush her lips against your temple. “You okay? You still with me?”

You nodded weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yeah… just… fuck.”

Vi laughed softly, her hand coming up to stroke your hair. “Yeah, you’re a mess,” she teased, her tone gentler now. She pulled the strap off and tossed it aside, then scooped you up into her arms, holding you close against her chest. “Shhh, it’s okay. I got you.”

She pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, anywhere she could reach, her hands rubbing soothing circles into your back. “You did so good for me, baby. So fucking good,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

You buried your face in her neck, letting her steady heartbeat calm you. She stayed like that for a while, just holding you, until your breathing evened out. Then she shifted, reaching over to grab a towel. “Hold still, sweetheart. Let me clean you up,” she said softly.

Her touch was careful but firm as she wiped you down, murmuring soft apologies whenever you flinched from sensitivity. She took her time, making sure you were completely clean before grabbing a fresh blanket to wrap around both of you. Once she was satisfied, she pulled you back into her arms, tucking you against her like she never wanted to let you go.

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked again, tilting your chin up so she could look into your eyes. “I didn’t go too hard, did I? You’d tell me if I did?”

You shook your head, a tired smile tugging at your lips. “No… it was perfect. You’re perfect,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Vi smiled back, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “Nah, you’re the perfect one,” she said softly. She kissed you again, slow and tender, before pulling you even closer. “Close your eyes, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

You melted into her, letting her warmth and soft words lull you into a peaceful haze. She stayed awake a little longer, stroking your hair and whispering sweet things, her voice the last thing you heard before sleep took you.

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