#Auburn Speed

[krizste]

[cloudcountry]

Hello again, and congrats for your 1k!! WOOO!! 🎉🎉🎉 I've just recently follow you and I instantly fall in love with your writing ((I stumble upon like real people do series))

If i may ask how much have you progress in NB? Have you read the new lesson?? 😭😭😭

If you have, I would request for sol's version— since idk why the dev didnt put sol's part in there ((probably him being busy))

If not! I would love to read some serious talking between MC and Solomon about their relationship.. like, well you know right Solomon have been through like A LOT.

Once again, congrats!! 🎉🎉 You deserve it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

thank you!!!!! that series is my pride and joy i worked so hard on it and the feedback for it has been so !#@!@#!@!@!@!!!@!@!@!@!!!!!!!!!! /pos

i'm like halfway through lesson 12,,, i didnt get to it until like two days after its release and my cards are pretty weak (OBEY ME STOP HAVING CRAZY STRENGTH JUMPS BETWEEN LESSONS CHALLENGE ITS LITERALLY THE 12TH ONE!!!!! makes me worried for lesson 20 smh)

this isn't exactly a one word prompt but meh its cute so!! plus ive gotten SO MANY solomon rqs for the event i love you guys C: thank you again!! ^^ <333

SPOILERS FOR OBEY ME NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 12

The door opens once again.

Nobody should be in your room this late. Not any of the brothers, at any rate.

“Hey, MC.” Solomon sighs, kneeling at your bedside.

Your heart thunders in your chest at the tender look on his face, eyebrows furrowed and lips twisted into a wry smile. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d say he found this amusing. That’s probably what he likes to think.

“It’s been a while. Three days too long.” he says, reaching out to you, “You’ll come back soon though, right? You wouldn’t want to leave me all lonely.”

He cups your face, brushing his thumb over the skin. He mumbles something about how you’re still warm and that’s good, but it breaks your heart because that means his mind is telling him you might be dead. You wish you could move, you wish you could pull him into bed next to you and thank him for everything he’s done for you. He’s put himself in the most dangerous of situations, even braving time itself to come back and save you. He made sure you weren’t alone and stayed with you when you needed someone the most, and yet he still feels as though he’ll never be enough for you.

At this rate, he’ll destroy himself for you.

But Solomon just laughs. He sucks in air through his teeth as if he’s in pain, and for a second you can see a grimace on his face.

“I’ll have some of your favorite snacks for you when you come back to me.” he whispers, leaning over your body like a safety blanket, “I’ll make them myself. I’ll make them just for you.”

He kisses your forehead, and you feel a cold drop of something hit your skin.

Tears.

Your heart shatters in your chest as Solomon leaves.

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COUNTDOWN 103

[sepiadays]

And Sudden Death, 1936

[soulwrencher]

how would it taste, and the way you move

summary: ellie takes you back to her place after patrol, letting you take a closer look at her tattoo but you find yourself eating her out instead.

warnings: not proof read, nsfw

"you thought that was off-putting?" you gasp and slowly chuckle at the sight of ellie's forehead forming wrinkles as she raises her eyebrows. "i mean, how would you like it if i went—" she scoots closer, her eyes searching for yours. inhaling sharply, she waits a second, or two, before she wiggles her head like a bobblehead. her mouth is wide open, she's screaming silently, only the air rolling over her tongue is audible.

"no way," you burst out into laughter, and she does too. suddenly the fairy lights over her couch seem much brighter, you notice the warm tones illuminating her face, shining onto the ridges of her scars. "so... how did you like that?" she rubs her shoulder, a scoff escaping underneath her breath.

"can you blame me though? i totally panicked when i saw that crack on your mask," apologetic eyes, how could ellie ever be upset with you? it might've not been the smartest thing to do, screaming at the top of your lungs while you just finished dealing with several clickers. she just thought it was sweet that you cared for her, although anyone would react the same way, but for some reason she likes to read more into your actions. no specific reason, she just had a soft spot for you, that's what the auburn-haired woman would tell herself when she would lay awake at night thinking of you.

"guess i owe you a more throughout explanation then," she says, her mind overly aware of the fact that your shoulders are touching. you tilt your head towards her in anticipation, exposing the skin on your neck. her eyes trace the way the light is illuminating you, from your nose bridge to your jaw, down to your collarbone all the way to your shoulder.

ellie shuts her eyes close once, inhales and exhales deep twice. she watches your eyes wander down to her forearm closely as she rolls up the sleeve to expose her tattoo. you've always been curious about seeing it up close, you couldn't lie about the fact that you thought that it made her insanely attractive. objectively, of course.

"you see this?" her soft tone pulling you out of thought. she tilts her head, eyes lingering on yours. green eyes, you want to get lost in them. you scrunch up your face at that thought, you're not supposed to have thoughts like these, you tell yourself. you squint, trying to see what she's pointing at. "hold up," ellie reaches out for your hand, but she stops herself. "can i?" she asks, you nod.

the second the tip of her fingers touch the back of your hand, it sent shivers all over your skin. your body couldn't deny what your mind has been trying to any longer.

she gently makes you form a fist, pressing every finger of yours down leaving out your index finger. her thumb glides over your palm as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand softly towards her forearm for you to feel. it was mesmerizing watching her put so much care into such a simple action that it made you become self-conscious over the speed of your heartbeat and the heat creeping up your face.

you avert your gaze rapidly towards her tattoo, feeling the textured parts of her skin.

"oh," it escapes your mouth, your eyes widen in embarrassment. you didn't mean to, your mind was racing. "yeah, i was bitten, it looked like shit," she chuckles, her eyes focused on the back of your hand. "but i covered it up, pretty neat, huh?" ellie continues, as she slightly twists her forearm to the left and right underneath the fairy lights. "yeah, you look really good,"

"i do?" ellie blushes. she can't read too much into it, but it's already too late. the words have left your lips already, you can't take it back, you're visibly embarrassed.

but seeing her reaction, seeing her freckles drown in the pink of her cheeks, maybe it wasn't so bad. perhaps you really didn't mind seeing her get all flustered like this over a singular compliment. and while your mind begs you to pull yourself together, you've been dying to know what it felt like to let your guard down for once.

"yeah, i think you look really good," you repeat once more, carefully watching her. "thank you," her voice is low and soft, she can't ignore her racing heart any longer. just a soft spot, but was that really it? why would ellie's heart jump at you finding her decent?

"you're really pretty too," she says, inching a little closer. she holds her breath, anticipating your reaction. but she couldn't see coming that you were reaching for the side of her cheek, cupping her face in your hand. you've been wanting to do this, wanting to close the distance, you wanted her and she did too. and as the fairy lights emit the warmth coming from your bodies, you lose yourself in short, desperate kisses.

her hands searching your body, eyes adoring every inch of your skin, something ellie dreamed of each night she couldn't sleep and every time she's been on patrol with you, she couldn't help but wonder what's been hiding underneath those clothes of yours. undressing you, that's all she could think of and you could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her fingers dragged over the only skin that was exposed. but you've been craving for her more, so you push her gently against the armrest of the couch, the auburn-haired woman was quivering under your touch already.

"you seem so tough, but i know," you whisper as you gaze down on her. "you know what?" she looks up to you through her lashes, fuck did she look pretty.

"i know how soft you are," you go on, as you play with the rim of her shirt. you feel her skin heat up, she's looking away, inhaling deeply while in thought before her green eyes pierce through you and waver your confidence. "if you start something now," she begins, while adjusting her body to place her veiny hands on your waist. "it's gonna be hard to stop me," she continues, gaze lingering on you. you hold her hands on your waist and move them up to your face, still holding them. you've let your guard down already, and the way she's been looking at you has left you throbbing, so you weren't going to stop here.

"keep up then," you say as you make ellie slightly part her legs to allow space for your knee in between, her soft lips are on yours.

ellie has been dying to know what you've tasted like. but your knee being dangerously close to her pussy was distracting her, she wanted more, she wanted for you to actually touch her. her arms around your neck, you begin to undress her while dragging your lips down her neck all the way to her sternum.

"fuck, they're gorgeous," you exhale as you cup her tits. you squeeze and knead, making her inhale sharply. ellie winces and a little noise escapes her mouth, enough to drive you crazy. you accidentally shove your knee in between her legs as you lean forward to pull down her pants and watch her bite down a moan, fuck, you want to go crazy on her. but you have to hold back, you tell yourself. not until her panties reveal the wet spot that her pants have been hiding.

"is this okay?" you ask, she nods hastily. you tease her swollen lips through the fabric, making her move her hips desperately to feel more. "so you're just gonna tease me?" ellie says breathlessly. you get on your knees, move the fabric to the side and spread her lips, exposing her clit. "you look so pretty like this," you whisper over her clit, making her grab onto your hair. she couldn't take any of this teasing any longer, ellie desperately wanted for you to make her feel good, to eat her out. her clit has been throbbing ever since you've been here, craving your touch.

how could you resist when ellie was this wet for you, when she's been squirming and tugging your hair, you've never seen this side of her. you drag your tongue over her clit, all the way up and then back down, curving your tongue slightly into her hole.

"fuck, more," ellie moans, thighs squeezing your head as she throws back hers, she felt the sensation all over her body. she's so wet, sucking on her clit makes you have to swallow, but you absolutely love the way she tastes. you let your tongue circle around, just a little more.

"please, if you just—" you go right over her cunt, tugging her between your lips, curving your tongue up and down while putting more pressure on her clit. ellie grabs your hair and moves her pelvic floor like crazy, the way you were eating her out makes her feel like she just ascended, she wants to go higher, she wants you to take her there.

her moans and grunts only turn you on more and more. she sounds so pretty that you want to keep her all to yourself but you knew she wasn't yours to have.

"you make me feel so good, please keep going," the auburn-haired woman begs, the desperation oozing out from her voice. it didn't matter if she wasn't yours to have, all that did matter is that she wants you know, she's been screaming and moaning your name, trembling at your touch, rolling her eyes back at the feeling. you're the one in control, and you're surprised she even let you. she might not be yours, but no one knows that ellie enjoys being taken care of, that she enjoy you taking care of her. and so she moans your name as she cums into your mouth, she's been so wet that her juices have covered your whole lower half of your face and you loved every second of it.

you get up but stay close, her eyes are searching for yours. you wrap your arms around her and pull her into a kiss, she looks so pretty like this, illuminated by the lightening. her freckles are so pretty, you don't want to leave yet. but were you ready to be bold?

"you wanna wash up and grab something to eat?" you ask, your voice low, what if she rejected you? a grin spreads over her lips. "we could get high and watch something too," ellie adds as she plays with your hair. "sounds good to me," you say, kissing her cheek.

a/n: hey sorry for lying that i'm gonna drop a part two of something i wrote a month ago im sorry i lie alot but here's reader eating ellie out i hope that's good enough LOL

[moonastroellie]

how each ellie would react to getting head

warnings: trans!ellie, praise, degradation, oral and handjobs🤭

Jackson!ellie the second your pout landed on her tip it would be over for her, her fingers intangling into your hair as her eyes are glued onto how you kiss the tip of her pink flesh over and over, heavy open mouth breaths leaving her as her tummy spasmed all to soon at the feel of you suckling on to her softly, a strained “gonnacum” leaves her just as her hips buck softly.

Seattle!ellie seattle ellie would be too hyper focused on Abby to remember to take care of herself so you’d have to be extra gentle with her, not just physically but mentally. she’d completely melt as you praised how good she is for you as you guided her hand into your hair. her body going limp as she felt the warmth of your mouth caress her length, your hand holding hers and your eyes never leaving them pretty green orbs, “thank you” sweetly leaving her lips as she watches you tuck her back into her grey boxers and pressing a kiss to her pretty buldge.

Farm!ellie would have grown out of the subby auburn haired girl she used to be, not too shy to shamelessly stroll out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her waist and a offer on her lips “head?” she’d shrug and you’d happily kiss down her still dripping torso, cupping her breast with one hand and tearing the towel off her body with the other. she’d have no problem grunting out your name as she sweetly held each side of your face as she selfishly used your throat, her hips snapping forward as she ignores your gags and teary eyes, knowing you’d tap her thigh if you truely wanted her to stop. a strained “fucking slut” would leave her throat right before she pushed your head down her fully, stilling inside you and throbbing inside your mouth as she coated your tongue in her essence.

Santa Barbara!ellie would low-key like to be dommed, her subbiness doing a full 180, she just wanted to know that she belonged to someone and who better than you? “so fucking desperate, mama” you’d coo, your hand gliding up and down her solid dick, you knew what she wanted but she’d never get it without asking, you hum contently “this is fun” as you watched from your spot on your knees as her head dips, her lips part and her eyebrows furrow in agitation, you were giving her so much but she needed more to cum, her eyes watching your mouth, trying to signal what she needed, you knew what she needed, you always did, your thumb coming up and rubbing her tip in soft little circles “beg” and of course she had no problem with your order, butterflies in her belly at the thought of your lips wrapping around her “please, please mommy, please” your thumb speeds up an you move your head closer, teasing her and you can hear her voice crack in excitement “i- need your mouth mama” she whines “mhm, such a good fucking girl for me” and the moan that leaves her is fucking pornographic as you messily spit on her throbbing tip, twisting your wrist and sliding up and down her as you harshly sucked the taste of yourself from your girlfriends dick “y-yeah, im your good girl” your other hand smacks her asscheek and pushes her pelvis closer to your mouth “please, please can I cum mommy?” and how could you refuse when she whimpered your name under her breath, you nod, her dick still in your mouth, your eyes on hers and your tongue dancing on her tip, luring out the sweet taste that spilled from her gasping and used form “fuuuck.”

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie!!!

Summary: your best friend Dina invited you to a lacrosse game her boyfriend was in. Then you see someone who catches your eye.

Warnings: some mild profanity, I think that’s all

Part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

��Cmon Loser!!” Your best friend, Dina, giggled.

“I told Avery we’d both be there!” Dina said “And besides what else do you have to do other than watch tik tok?” You couldn’t bails on Avery. She’s been your friend since middle school. You loved Dina to death of course, but sometimes Dina was such a good friend she pushed you out of your comfort zone. She meant well.

“Fine…I don’t even know anything about rugby or whatever it is..” you hugged as Dina was picking out a cute outfit from your closet

“Lacrosse” Dina corrected “ and don’t worry about it, just cheer when everyone else does. That’s what I do” she joked causing you two to giggle. After getting ready you and dina walked to your high school football field. There was a huge amount of people which surprised you at how many people actually like the sport.

You and Dina sat in the bottom of the bleachers towards the middle for the best view of the game. Finally, someone on the PA system started to announce the players as players started to flood into the field.

“Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Santa Monica Wolves and the home of the Jackson Mustangs!” The man boomed. Everyone was cheering including yourself.

“GO AVERY!” Dina yelled and you laughed. Avery looked over and waved at you both in the stands and smiled. The whistle blew and in a flash the players started running and all you saw was the flash of the ball

“Wait Dina, what side is ours?!” You yelled over the loud roar of the crowd. Dina laughed at your confusion of the game.

“The right side. Our team is wearing blue and yellow” Dina said. You made an interesting face at the fact. Blue and yellow? Interesting choice. You watched the game, now starting to understand the rules. It seemed simple enough but you knew it must be more difficult to physically do. You watched players throw the ball with precision and speed. You started to think about how you would do on that field. Horrible? Probably. But worth a shot. Then your thoughts got interrupted.

*crash*

You looked in front of you last the railing used the seal off the crowd and field. In front of you was a player from your school under a player in grey uniform. The girl in grey got up and spat on the girl in your school uniform

“Watch it..pal” the girl shouted. She sneered and walked away

Damn she’s buff you thought. You saw her grip her lacrosse stick and wipe the small trail of blood off her nose.

You looked back at the other girl. The first thing you noticed was her auburn hair. It was short, maybe shoulder length. It was in a half up half down style. Then your eyes averted to her build. She wasn’t super buff like the other girl, But she had some muscle. You saw her get up. She was taller than you. You look at her face. Finally. Her face was sprinkled with freckles. Her pink lips were the shade of a cherry blossom. Those eyes. God…those green eyes. They looked like two shining emeralds. Her expression was angry, no, more than angry. She wiped her face. The sweat that made her baby hairs stick to her face were scattered around her hairline.

“Ellie?! Are you okay?!” Dina yelled at the girl. Ellie. A name for that gorgeous face. On second thought, the face was a bit damaged. Blood was gushing out her nose and trickling down her mouth. You looked at the back of her jersey. Williams. Ellie Williams. Hm..what about Y/n Williams? You shook your head at the thought.

“M’good” the green eyed beauty shouted back. She looked back at you. The eye contact was enough to make you faint. You felt your cheeks get warm. She gave you a smirk. A goofy, bloody smirk.

She ran back to the field. Unfortunately she got substituted for another player, but that didn’t stop your eyes from being glued to her.

“Dina…how do you know that girl?” You asked

“Els? She’s in my art class” Dina replied. Art? You love Dina but art isn’t really her style. She attempted to draw you in 8th grade and you wounded up looking like if peppa pig had a long lost sister who was secretly a crocodile.

“You take art?” You asked in a teasing manner

“Shut up I need the credits” Dina said playfully shoving your arm. “That’s where Ellie comes in”

“Okay Picasso” you chuckled and Dina gives you a sly smirk. The rest of the game your eyes are fixated on Ellie. Thinking about her. Her voice. How her lips feel. Her touch. You caught yourself and shook yourself back to reality. Just in time too as you saw the people in the bleachers start to walk off.

You and Dina wait outside the locker room for Avery. You and Dina talking about how to correctly spell gray. The door opens and it wasn’t Avery who walked out.

It was Ellie

“Hey Els!” Dina smiles and inspects Ellie’s nose and bruise

“Hey Din” Ellie replied. Her voice. God it was so raspy. The way she talks so non-chalantly almost made you obsess with her even more. You smiled at Ellie.

“Hey You” she smiled. Your heart did a backflip and summersault at the same time.

“Hey…bud” You cringed. Even Dina have you a sideways look.

Wtf? What did I just say…? WHY?!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Um hi. I’m so dumb I’m sorry” you said starting to laugh out of nervousness.

Ellie chuckled and looked into your eyes again. Your breath hitched as she gave you a warm smile. You felt so…enamored by her you forgot everything. You forgot where you were. Hell you even forgot Dina was there. Who in fact was enjoying the show of watching you stutter over your words.

“You enjoy the show?” Ellie asked you softly.

“Me? Oh yeah it was cool. I mean until you got hurt but it was a good game” you said.

Nice one. Look at me, the rizz master.

“We lost princess” ellie chuckled

Oh

“I-I mean…we put up a good fight!” You stuttered. Ellie laughed and Dina was trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll catch you later babe” Ellie said walking away smiling and laughing. BABE?! That did it for you. Your face was so red you were gonna faint and have a stroke.

“Ooooh…Ellie Williams huh?” Dina asked smirking after Ellie left.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked knowing exactly what the brunette was talking about

“As your best friend, I approve of Williams” she giggled. Your face somehow got even more red.

“Dina…do you have Ellie’s insta…by chance?” You asked. For some reason, you needed that gorgeous woman

Okay it’s off to a rough start but bear with me😭 I might make a part two where reader makes an excuse to study with Ellie and learns more about her. Thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Credits for artwork: Izabesos TwT on Pinterest

[coeurify]

repost the period vampire ellie fic!

middle of the night,, vamp!ellie

a/n: this is a repost from early this year so excuse any change in writing style!

warnings: vampire!ellie. period sex. oral!r receiving fingering!r receiving. sort of a dreamy, less modern vibe. if u aren’t into it.. just don’t read it.

˚✦　.　　. 　  ˚　.　 . ✦　˚　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

Some times--Most times, you only saw her at night. When darkness enveloped the small town you called home, when the stars rocked the sleepy eyed humans to sleep and the moon hummed the lullaby that quieted the crickets outside, she came.

Only then did you ever hear the distinct creaking of the splitting wood on your window panes being pressed up. Only then did the white of your sheer curtains move with more than the wind, the grip of the air nothing compared to the long hand that often wrapped around the fabric and pushed it open. When the moon was the only light filtering into your room, you saw the green of her eyes.

Tonight was no different, despite one little issue. Often, the woman who visited you under the cover of midnight would arrive to your eyes closed in sleep. She would press a hand to your warm cheek before waking you, greeted by your sleepy excitement each time.

This time, you had not been able to sleep. A heat had taken over your body, tight in your stomach with a pain you would compare to that of claws gnawing at your insides. Sweat beaded between your brows with every swift turn under your uncomfortable sheets, lip tugged between your frustrated teeth to stop any whines of discomfort. That had been what your favorite visitor heard as her shaking palms found the wood of your window. Your pained grunts floated through her buzzing ears as she quietly made her way into your room, auburn hair messy behind her ears as her figure became visible, head tilted as she looked across the room to your heated body.

“El,” you whined, wiping your forehead with a hand, not at all concerned about her chosen point of entry. “Go away.”

Ellie’s gaze softened, a scoff sounding from behind your squeezed shut eyes. “Go away?” she mused, her voice much closer now.

The split second your eyes had been closed, Ellie had somehow silently made it to your bedside. You don't question it, you never do.

When a girl like Ellie sports small fangs and a taste for blood, her speed is the last thing you think to question.

“I don't feel well, don’t want you here.” you add, mouth pulled into pout as you look up at the freckled face of Ellie.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, bunny? Instead of shooing me away,” Ellie requests, sitting on the edge of your bed. Her cold hand finds your sweaty arm, sighing. “You’re burning up.”

Your neck tickles with heat as Ellie questions your current state, and you fall wordless. Somehow, it was more embarrassing to admit to your vampire visitor that you were starting your period than to simply tell her to leave. Obviously however, Ellie was not taking the second option as a valid answer.

“I started my period, nothing is helpin’ the cramps,” you explain softly, pressing your hand into the sheets of your bed to try and sit, to maybe find some sort of relief to the growing tension in your stomach. But the other set of hands is faster.

“Lay down,” Ellie insists, glancing down at you. You can almost see the cogs of her brain turning behind the evergreen in her eyes, a sort of fogginess settling over the color.

“Let me help you,” she eventually says.

“What? I told you nothi-”

Ellie presses her lips together to hush you, one wandering hand finding the dip of your hip, blunt nail tracing the goosebump coated flesh there. Sometimes she liked being so cold, simply because she enjoyed seeing how you reacted to it. If she was damned for what she was, she may as well use some of it to her advantage.

“What are you doing?” You couldn't help the shiver that followed her movements.

Suddenly your mouth feels dry, tongue unable to wet the plump fat of your lip. The scratching in your throat finds no comfort when you swallow, only further irritating your vocal chords. A choked noise finds the heavy bedroom air as fingers tug at your cotton shorts.

“Helping you,” Ellie repeats, her own mouth much more wet than yours. Even in the dim light of the moon you can see the glistening dew on her parted lips. Usually the look she currently wears is saved only for when her pearly teeth find the sensitive and already scarred skin of your neck. Not for.. this.

Your hands immediately slap to your heated cheeks. “Oh my god Ellie, no fucking way.”

The vampire, who had now moved below you on the bed, hums in disagreement to your little show of kicking feet, a hand too strong to be that of a human halting all movements.

“We always have fun when I come over,” The freckles of her face disappear as she glances down, fully pulling down your shorts.

“Not when I’m on my period,” you hiss quietly, the words feeling cracked and embarrassed as they leave your mouth. You could deny the growing arousal in your belly simply by how *mortified* you felt. Even with the churning feeling of deeply settled embarrassment, you make no further moves to stop Ellie. Not as the shorts fall to the floor with a dull thump.

“It’ll help,” Ellie soothes, the near frigid temperature of her hand calming the heat that rises on the skin of your legs. “Haven’t you heard things like this help with cramps?”

The words that are spoken almost teasingly fall upon deaf ears as her wet lips press right above your knee. “Please,” the auburn haired girl whispers, sounding a lot more breathy than before. “Please, let me taste you. Let me make you feel better. ”

Ellie had a tendency to become a little less cold, figuratively at least, when she found her body nestled between your own. The unwavering voice you had grown oh so accustomed to always slid into a more mushy sounding version whenever it got intimate. Today, it seemed even worse. The words dripped with the sweet sounds of neediness, a sound that tasted sweet on your tongue, which swiped nervously over your dry lips.

“El..” Another kiss pressed further up the flesh of your warm thigh broke any following denial. “Fuck..” your chin wobbles, almost too embarrassed to actually say your following words, “Yea. Please help.”

You were sure if you believed something was watching down on you from the sky, it was with horror. Some people may call what Ellie was doing sinful. The angels in the clouds would shrilly gasp as fingers wrapped around your panties and tugged them and everything else from your bottom half, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes. Her shirt came next, the simple white cloth acted as something to watch as it pulled off of her chest, likely to avoid any mess. Some may call the sight of her dipping down again, green eyes looking up at your quivering lip, sinful. Maybe it was, surely the mewl you made when her lips found the heated flesh of your inner thigh was. But if you had to describe it, that wasn't the word you would use. You may even swear it was heavenly.

“Relax,” Ellie drawled, spreading your thighs further apart, despite the slight tremble to them. “I’ve got you, don't worry,” her voice soothed you enough to tilt your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes closed. The embarrassment simmered low in your belly, even more so when you could feel the arousal that dripped from you, which your vampire visitor had no problem pointing out. “So wet for me,” she groaned, lips still refusing to find home anywhere other than your thighs. Teeth sharper than your own nipped at the skin there, bucking your hips up. “You want this, don’t you?”

It was an obvious request for another confirmation of what was to come, but your chest felt too tight to reply, no air finding your lungs the moment her breath hovered over your pulsing core. “Tell me you want it,” she requests again, voice dipping into a softer territory again, searching for your approval. Her resolve was cracking however, jaw clicking as she tried her best not to dive straight into where she craved to be.

“I do,” you whine, eyes still closed as you answered, words met with the quick and overwhelming feeling of her tongue pressing flat against your wet center. You couldn’t think too hard about the fact she was doing this right now, not when the sharp gasp had come from two mouths instead of one, a quick call of, “Fuck,” from only you this time followed. Ellie had no words, not as her tongue made another long stripe up your pussy, going much slower than you liked. It led one small roll of your hips down into her, a sign for what you searched for.

It resulted in a hand gripping your hip, pressing you further down into the mattress, ceasing any attempt to control the movements. Her mouth pressed further into you, licking at the same excruciatingly slow pace, seemingly taking her time to enjoy the taste she found between your thighs. “El,” you gasp, eyes fluttering open to glance down at her. However her eyes were closed, another press further into you came, her nose bumping your clit as she licked into you. The rush it brings is almost enough to completely paint over the lingering cramping in your stomach.

The dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure seeps into your bones, making you feel too heavy to do much else than move a hand to find Eliie’s hair, fingers tangling between the auburn strands. You tried again to guide her movements, but she was much stronger than you, paying little mind to the shaky hand that tugged at her locks.

“Taste so fuckin..” she sucked in a breath, unable to keep from dipping back into your folds, humming. “So fuckin’ good,” she finishes, words reverberating against your throbbing core. It had you trying to squirm, held down by the stone light weight of Ellie’s grip. The deeper she licked, the more you fought against her. Your body ached the do something.. anything to find comfort in the overwhelming feeling of her still slow pace. The fingers in her hair tugged again, finding a low groan in response.

The air of the room had already been heavy on your feverish skin, but now it was nearing a state of unbearably humid. Every time Ellie’s tongue made a particularly aimed movement you felt another round of fire straight in the mess that was your clenching core. It all felt so heightened, so much better. The sticky feeling on your skin did not slow either of you down, and you had little care for the sweat beading on your flesh. Not when your favorite girl’s lips were doing such mind numbing things to you.

Had you told your past self, even that of just an hour ago, that you would have allowed it to happen.. They would have laughed in your heated face. The past version of you would have sworn up and down, prayed up to the mysterious sky, that this would never happen. But now- now you have no room for denial or regret. Your mind was becoming too cloudy to house thoughts of shame, questions of if this was right. Because it felt right. The slick sound of Ellie’s mouth against you sounded right, as did your little huffs and puffs that you couldn't hide. The cramps had subsided in tandem with the tightening band in you. But you needed more, and you were gone past a point of being embarrassed to ask for it.

“I need..” you try to speak, but Ellie’s lips wrapping around your clit is the cause of the death of the forming words. A jolt of your hips is one finally strong enough to rupture the heavy hold of the vampire’s hand. Your lame attempt at a command did not go unheard by Ellie, who for the first time since this began, pulled herself away from your cunt. Her eyes darted up, looking to meet your own. But you were far too focused on something else. Her lips were glassy with your wetness, which she licked without a second thought. But the usual clear sheen that you had been no stranger to seeing on her face was more of a rosy color, a stark reminder of the reason this had begun in the first place. The slight tint of red smeared onto her chin, across the corners of her mouth, and it was oh so addicting to see. You felt no lingering shame, no shiver of disgust. Instead it made you feel even more desperate to have her against you again, but first you had to listen to her speaking. “Need what, babe?”

The urge to simply shove her face right back into your cunt flipped through the pages of scenarios in your head, but the moonlight that painted the side of your lover’s face, illuminating the red paintbrush stroke of you, had you a little too separate to risk such a bratty action.

“I need more, El. Need to cum,” you manage to whine, one light push of her head to prove your point. Ellie dipped her head down again, pressing small kisses to your sticky inner thighs. “Just love taking my time with you,” she muttered, a few more pecks planted on you were a search for forgiveness, one you graciously accepted with a loud moan when the lips finally found your clit again.

Ellie seemed to take your beg to heart, the hand that held your hip slowly dipping between your thighs. Her searching fingers met just below her chin, one long digit sliding over your slit, teasing the weeping hole with a slight press. The air feels like it has been punched from your lungs when the finger sinks into you, just as evil as her mouth as it curls into you the exact moment her lips suck a little harder. You were sure she was looking to torture you with how slowly the finger pumped in and out, working and exploring around your walls that gripped around her so tightly.

You had always heard the mythical vampire was sadistic. Ellie had never been much of that, but with ever slow movement into your aching cunt, you began to believe the whispers. Your head turned lightly to stare at the open window, the stars that dipped in the night sky were surely spotlighting your body splayed out on the bed, the auburn haired vampire between your thighs was quite the show for all the celestial beings up in the night air, every single being held its breath and watched on, you were sure of it. You didn't blame the stars, or the moon, or whatever else may have their attention focused on this tantalizing sight. If you could, you would float right out of your body to watch on yourself.

Surely you looked a mess, chest heaving with the heat of the air, with the heat of Ellie. Your limbs shook just lightly, your fingers knotted your companions hair, the messy pile of clothes on the floor, the red that painted her cheeks. Surely it would make your cheek turn bashfully if you could see it. Maybe this was sinful. The little dip into your rushing thoughts is ended with the raspy tone of Ellie’s voice.

“Relax, bunny. Gotta relax for me,” Ellie cooed against you, a few more languid presses into your cunt causing you to finally loosen around her, coupled by the continuing ministrations from her mouth on your clit. Soone another finger joins the mix, the large fingers stretching you just right. She reaches spots that have you remembering the stars you had just seen behind the black of your squeezed shut eyes, a pathetic cry falling from your lips. This reaction only encourages her to continue, the pace of her suckles and thrusts into you speed up. It's harsher everytime she plunges into you, your hips moving lightly with the pure force.

“That’s my girl, there you go,” she compliments after a long moan, the words causing another clench around her fingers. You let out another string of incoherent whines and moans, grinding down into her messy face and fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you cursed yourself and Ellie for the certainly ruined bedspread under your ass, but it seems like the much smaller issue when you had *this* to focus on. You were nearing your peak, and it was no secret. Your grinds against Ellie became sloppy, ununiformed and more needy than before. No words could form on your tongue, only whimpers and unintelligible begs.

The vampire never lets up, curling her fingers, your walls clenching. her teeth grazed against your clit lightly enough to have you trembling, whining softly. She knows your body as well as you do, every small sign you were reaching the final moments before your world would explode. She knew what moves of her fingers would have your legs shaking, knew where to press, how hard to go. She was no stranger to making you cum, and she definitely was on the mission to make it happen now. Her free hand grips your thigh, pushing you even more impossibly open for her, fingers pressing into you harshly enough to draw another cry. She readjusts slightly, sinking even deeper into your folds. “C’mon,” Ellie whispers, the word slightly broken, shaky and pleading. Pleading as if she needed you to come as much as you did.

Maybe she did, because the moment your back arched, a near pornographic moan filling the heavy air, spilling out of the window and swirling against the peeping eyes of the stars and moon, she moaned with you. Her fingers still within you as you gushed around her, her lips still pressed to your clit. But as your thighs shook, she slid the fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. The pink muscle flattened against your slit again like it had earlier, this time with no attempt at going slow.

If anything, she was ravenous. Every drop your pulsing center gifted her, she sucked down like she needed it, ignoring your desperate whines of overstimulation. You attempted lamely to press her head away with the hand still tangled in her scalp, but it was no use. The pleasure of her tongue was much too overwhelming to fight.

After a moment that felt like hours, she pulled away. Her tongue licked over her lips again, collecting the rosy colored cum from where it smudged there. Her eyes stayed on your own blinking irises as her fingers raised to her already messy lips. They were coated with the same mixture of red and clear shining wetness, and she sunk them into her mouth with a moan. The debautchary that took place in front of your eyes should have your stomach queasy, should have your legs closing and pressing far away from Ellie.

But of course it doesn't, instead you watch on with morbid curiosity, watching her tongue curl around her fingers, sucking the last bits of you, leaving a glistening layer of her own spit behind. She found no shame in this situation, no shame in drinking down evey single thing you would give her, so why should you?

“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes transfixed on the fingers as they fall from her lips and down to her lap, her eyes back on your own. She makes a move to crawl over you, arms locking you in from either side.

“Just got a taste of you bunny,” she mumbles, nudging her head into the crook of your neck.

Her lips pressed there, and this time you could feel her fangs under the plump fat of her lip. “Gonna let me have more?” she questioned.

Of course you would, of course you did. As you tilted your neck for her, the curtain to the side of you blew in the wind, and you closed your eyes.

“Yes.”

[krizste]

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 31 - Mistress Kink/Worship Kink

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: You worship Wanda.

content warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, overall themes of reader fully giving into Wanda's manipulation

word count: 1.7k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

The only thing you can see is golden light. Your eyes follow it, a serenity washing over you as you take in your surroundings. The blanket is warm around you and the body you’re cuddled into is even warmer. The sweet scent of vanilla wraps around you, your eyes following the golden light as it spills across auburn hair, casting soft shadows on Wanda’s face. 

Wanda.

Your heart flutters, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. Lifting your head slightly, you move it from the crook of her neck to rest on the pillow beside her. With each soft breath you take, her hair brushes her cheek as you exhale. You think you could stay in this moment forever and be happy. 

Green eyes flutter open slightly, and you feel a slow smile spread across your lips as you watch her delicate eyelashes flutter. Your hand comes up, slowly caressing her cheek, her skin soft and warm beneath your fingertips. A golden ray is hitting her face, framing her perfectly. 

God, if you could take a picture right now, you’d never let it leave your sight. You’d carry it in your pocket for the rest of eternity, just to capture this moment. 

“Oh, darling,” Wanda murmurs, her lips grazing your temple as she pulls you closer. You don’t mind, your arm wrapping around her waist as you press your body flush against hers. “You don’t have to take a picture, I’ll never be far from you.”

You smile, happiness filling you as you press your lips against her neck. You wonder what it would feel like to kiss her. Tentatively, you place a small kiss on her soft skin, feeling her pulse speeding up slightly at the action. It feels like perfection, her hands sliding through your hair and pulling you impossibly closer. 

Normally, you would be embarrassed by the desperate sounds somehow escaping you, your soft whines sounding out as you slowly kissed the expanse of Wanda’s neck. This time, it was different. You could feel Wanda’s skin heating up, her body pressing tightly against yours as her breaths sped up in response to your actions. 

It was thrilling. You wanted more. You wanted to make her feel things she’d never felt before. You wanted to show her just how much you cared, how much she truly meant to you. 

You wanted to worship. 

“Oh, sweetheart. Please do,” Wanda said, and you felt your heart jump. You hadn’t realized that you’d said that last part out loud. 

Smiling against her neck, you feel your body heat up, your mind compelling you to obey. Of course you would worship her, it was essentially your sole purpose. You would do whatever it took to ensure that Wanda Maximoff remained happy. 

You should be on your knees. 

The thought popped into your head, and you hurried off the bed. It felt right, to pull Wanda’s body to the edge of the mattress, your knees hitting the soft carpet as you sank down. The position was subservient, and you couldn’t feel anything but the strong sense of rightness that flooded you. 

“Oh…” Wanda’s eyes were dark, her golden light hitting the back of her head and causing her auburn hair to glow like the halo of an angel. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

“Good job, darling.”

You smile, your hands resting lightly on her thighs as she spreads them. It’s hard to tear your eyes away from her perfect face, but the temptation of taking in her whole body is too strong.

Slowly, you look down. You take in the way her nipples are straining against the thin fabric of her shirt, your lips longing to wrap around them as your fingers twitch. You continue further, your breath hitching at her waist and hips, heat flooding you as you see a glimpse of her. 

Wanda wasn’t wearing any undergarments, and you felt yourself go dizzy as you realized that you could smell her arousal. You needed her more than you’d ever needed anything in your whole life.

“Go on.” Wanda’s voice was husky, her hand moving to grip your hair. “Show me how devoted you truly are.”

“Yes, Mistress.” 

If Wanda was surprised at the title, she didn’t show it. If anything, her grip became tighter in your hair as she brought your head closer to her tantalizing core. 

There was no hesitation in the way you pressed your lips against her. You didn’t linger, your tongue dragging through her wetness as you explored every inch of her core. You could feel her clit protruding and fought the urge to suck it, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as you could. After all, what was true worship if not denying one’s pleasure for the promise of more?

This felt right. It was holy, the only pure thing about you was your love for Wanda. You just wanted to show her how, to prove that you were worthy of her presence, of her love. If you could do that, then you would achieve eternal salvation. 

You begin to pleasure her with earnest, your tongue and lips moving like they’d been made to please Wanda. Perhaps they had. Maybe you’d finally found your true, divine purpose. 

Her hips buck against your mouth, and you take it as a sign to finally wrap your lips around her clit. You suck, gently at first. But then, Wanda’s fingers grip your hair like she’s been denied pleasure for a millennium, and you give in. 

Harshly, you suck on her clit. A raw, broken sound escapes Wanda, and it sounds like a thousand angels singing. Or, perhaps, only one angel singing. An angel worth much more than any around her. That would make her a God, you supposed. 

A God. 

Wanda Maximoff. Your God.

As soon as the thought registers in your mind, Wanda feels herself tip over the edge. Your thoughts are absolutely delicious, so vivid, and exactly what she was hoping for. Taking you was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. To be perfectly honest, it was probably the best decision she’d made in a long time.

“You’re perfect, baby,” she groans, her hips thrusting as her clit spasms under your ministrations. You just smile, blissed out as you listen and feel her orgasm overtake her. Her muscles clench, her breaths short and fast as she throws her head back in pleasure, her back arching to press herself harder against your insistent mouth.

Holy fuck, the taste of her is addicting. You don’t think you’ll be able to live without it, now that you’ve experienced it. She’s sweet, her taste powerful as her juices flood your mouth. It’s the nectar of the Gods. 

Wanda’s hips jerk, twitching at the intense stimulation that your tongue provides, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pulls you closer. 

Yes, that’s it. You need to be closer to her. 

Pulling away, you ignore Wanda’s look of confusion as you get onto the bed. Your knees sink into the mattress, and you urge her to lay in the center. You need to be closer to her, to feel her body pressed against yours as you give her more pleasure than she’s ever had. She deserves it, after all that effort she put into finding you and training you. 

You should feel ashamed, you suppose. You had been kidnapped by this woman, even kept in a basement. You smile. That’s in the past; no use in dwelling on it now. The only thing you feel now is the burning urge to sink your fingers into her eager, wet heat. 

So, you do exactly that. A moan escapes you as you feel her clench around you, your fingers curling automatically. This draws a low groan from Wanda, and you begin to experiment with her, loving the way you are able to draw little sounds and involuntary movements from her. 

You want to make her squirt. 

The thought consumes you. Every desire within you shifts in accordance, your fingers moving quicker as you duck your head and wrap your lips around her clit. Your tongue swirls the hard nub, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck. If Wanda hadn’t been as worked up as she was, it might have been painful, but all she does is groan and thrust her hips harder against your talented mouth. 

You need this. You need this more than you’ve ever needed something before. The urge to submit, to crawl at her feet and pray with words of devotion consumes you. You suppose that every word she speaks will imprint itself in your memory, your own version of holy text forming as her honeyed words take hold of your every waking moment. 

It sounds like a perfect existence. 

Smiling at the thought, you add another finger, stretching Wanda out as you begin to pump into her with earnest. Her hand releases its hold slightly, her movements stilted in her surprise. It spurs you on, your fingers curling as you flick your tongue and suck her clit harder. 

“Fuck, oh…” Wanda mumbles, her voice strained with need. “Yes, darling. Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”

If you had been touching yourself when she said those words, you would have cum on the spot. Instead, you whine into her core, the vibrations causing her orgasm to tear through her with no warning. 

It’s almost violent, the way her thighs move to clench around your head. You can feel your ears ringing at the pressure, your attention fully focused on drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible. Her fingers grip your hair tightly, and you swear you feel some strands rip free from your scalp. 

It doesn't matter. The only thing you care about is Wanda. As long as she’s happy and satisfied, so are you.

“Darling,” Wanda begins, and you feel yourself bask in the glow of her attention. Her smile is radiant, her green eyes glowing scarlet as she looks at you. 

“You’re perfect.”

That’s all you needed to hear, your own orgasm tearing through you at her words. It’s warm and intense and better than any pleasure you’ve experienced before. You pay it no mind, pleasure consuming you as you continue to stare at Wanda. At your God. At the only person who mattered to you, the center of your universe. 

Wanda Maximoff.

[collegefootballcountdown]

EIGHT

[soulwrencher]

minors and men dni!

ೃ⁀➷ellie and you go costume shopping for halloween, but you take a detour to the changing room, i guess ellie's costume is wearing you on her fingers... (getting fingered in a changing room? hell yeahhhh).ೃ࿐

"costume shopping is silly?" ellie whispers into your neck, hot air tickling your skin as she scoffs at the sight of you. you are pushed into the corner of the changing room, one hand pressed against the mirror smudging it and the other digging into her back, you just got a new set of stiletto nails ellie has been begging you to get and try them out on her. however, this was not how you have been imagining to leave scratch marks on her back, it was more of a 'you and her in bed', horizontally, or you on her lap. but it doesn't matter, your mind is occupied with figuring out how many fingers are inside of you and remembering the question ellie just asked you all while trying to keep quiet. and in result of that, only a mindless 'hmm?' escapes your mouth—if the auburn-haired woman wasn't asking you a question, then it was a moan for sure.

but it only makes ellie more cocky, you know by the way she curls her fingers inside of you, the way her grip around your waist tightens, like you're her possession. her face draws closer to your neck again, repeating her question, dragging word for word over your sensitive skin, you jolt back, eyes widening in surprise as your ass bangs against the wooden wall of the changing room.

"fuck," you mutter, but ellie slowing down her thrusts and whispering an 'it's okay' before kissing you softly makes you forget about possibly everyone hearing the two of you fucking. her fingers are still deep inside of you and she has no plans of getting them out of you anytime soon and while you don't like to show it, you don't want her to stop either. in fact you are so wet, you wish you could simply absorb her, you want more, you need more. so you pull away from ellie's soft kisses and slowly start thrusting your hips towards her, desperation overcomes you and you suddenly pick up the speed, making ellie lose her balance.

you watch her cheeks turn red and ellie looks so cute all flustered, but you are too horny to keep on waiting to cum.

"keep up," you whisper, eyes rolling back as your hips rock back and forth, fuck does she feel good. she blushes a little harder at your words, there's nothing else on this world she'd rather do than make what's hers feel good, hit that sweet spot of yours and watch you fall apart at her touch. your pussy clenches around her fingers, your teeth dragging at her lips as she glides her free hand over your body to squeeze your tits.

little moans escape from you, but you aren't the only one huffing and puffing, ellie's breath stagnates with every kiss she drags from your lips to your collarbones. it just makes you want to release, all the sloppy wet kisses and her fingers pushing inside you, filling you up. ellie could swear that you were dripping down her forearm, most likely leaving stains on her sleeves she forgot to cuff. but she doesn't care, all she cares about is making you cum.

"is three okay?" she asks, you nod hastily.

ellie is watching you, holding eye contact while she inserts another finger, your mind is far too gone to hold up eye contact, your eyes roll into the back of your mind.

so she leans in, her breath is steadier than yours, lips devouring you. ellie's fingers start out curling slowly and you push your pelvic harder into her hand.

you can't help it, your body just reacts to her and you are desperate, in a way ellie rarely gets to see. and it is exactly what keeps her going, your desperation for her, the way your body moves against hers, the taste of your lips and the sound of your breath. you are perfect and watching you struggle with every thrust satisfies her immense hunger. you feel so full but so weak, you can't keep up rocking your hips against her any longer, your legs begin to shake, nails digging into her arms to keep yourself from sinking. but you start clenching around her fingers harder and faster while it's getting more difficult to stay quiet being so breathless. you nuzzle your face into her neck in attempt to muffle your moans but she is fingering you so good, how could you not gasp for air? your movements become wilder, almost there, you think to yourself as

you try to ride her fingers, but ellie won't let you have it your way. you glance at her for once, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead, rosy cheeks and sweat pearls rolling down her neck, she looks so pretty like this. she's been putting a lot of work into you so instinctively you want to reach for her face and stroke her cheekbone, however your hand makes a full stop at her nape and your expression clarifies at the realization that you're about to cum. you're out of your mind, ellie pushes her fingers in diligently, the way you clench around her fingers makes her go insane. she nibbles on your ear, "you're doing well," she says.

you roll your eyes and before you're able to leave a snarky comment, your breaths become shorter, deeper, you drag out your exhales—you're just a hot mess of needy hums. all tensed up, your back is arched, you're sweaty and breathless.

and it doesn't take ellie long to figure out how to release all of that tension, just one look at you and she knows how to curl her fingers, how to fuck you. and she takes pride in that, it takes just one right angle for you to momentarily hold your breath, look into her green eyes, "go ahead," she whispers. and you do, your eyes roll back as you exhale shakily, unclench around her fingers and your legs completely lose its strength, she makes you cum just like that.

your body is twitching, her fingers are still inside of you and she stays inside for a second before taking them out to show you how wet you are. ellie pulls you closer and sucks her fingers clean, making sure you watch before she leans in for a kiss, slipping in her tongue for you to taste yourself. you pull away, "you're getting good at this," you whisper, her eyes light up before overconfidence plasters over her whole face.

"i've been telling you," she says, but asks in the same breath if you really thought so, she's adorable.

and then she helps you pull your pants back up, you adjust your hair and pull on your clothes to make sure you look less like you just got fucked well. the two of you leave, power walking out of the store avoiding eye contact from anyone, costumes long forgotten in the changing room.

"just wait until we get home," you say, not giving anything away. you just can't let ellie get away with the games she likes to play with you but luckily, the wand and the rabbit you charged this morning were awaiting the auburn-haired woman for a long and steamy night.

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy, love your writing! <3 I'm not sure if you've written about this before, but can I request needy and whiny Ellie accidentally discovering she has a mommy kink? (during sex she it just slips) and reader teasing her about it, poor baby :( I just know Ellie started calling her gf mommy, mama or mami as a joke...until it wasn't a joke anymore 😌

A/N: first of all, thank you so much😭💕 and omg yes? this is goals. I have never written whiney ellie b4 so let’s see how this goes lmfao. (sorry if this kinds sucks ass😔)

summary: the ask in a nutshell.

parings: whinysub!ellie & dom!reader

W/C : around 600

content warning: (NSFW !!) degrading praise? (“pretty slut, sweetheart, baby”) ellie calls reader mommy ovi.

els: mamaaaa, wya?

els: i miss youuuu

Y/n: mama huh?

els: yah it’s my new nickname 4 u.

y/n: alr els😭

y/n: I’ll be there soon baby dw. you can wait a little longer for mama, yeah?

els: BDJSNDJSHDBSBH?!

y/n: see u soon baby.

your pretty sure that’s when you found out Ellie had a mommy kink. her reaction totally gave it away. so when she called you mommy in bed you played along.

you had her dicked down on the bed. holding her thighs over your shoulders while she gripped onto the sheets on her back. your cock pounded into Ellie while your hand roamed her body.

“awah, is my baby crying?? feels so good, don’t it sweetheart?” you coo mocking your cock drunk girlfriend under you. she looks so needy like this. her eyes rolled back into her skull, fluttering open every once and a while to watch you split her open on your cock. her auburn hair sticks to her forehead, sticky with sweat. she would whimper incoherent please. she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. she just wanted more. and she was all for you.

“y-yess. please. faster mommy !!” the name caught you off guard. stoping your unforgiving thrusts into her. you smirk, bending over to kiss her sweaty forehead.

“call me that again.” you growl into her neck when you continue to slam into ellies pretty little cunt. your arm reaches around her leg and you play with her puffy clit. rubbing tight circles around her pussy. or as tight as you could get them while the bass of the strap was rubbing against your clit so deliciously. you pound into her pussy harder. hitting a deeper spot then before. Ellie groans, her mouth falling agap at the new angle. her perky tits jiggle with every thrust.

“did you not, fuck, did you not fucking hear me? I said call me that again, or I stop.” your merciless pace made her head foggy. barely comprehending what you were saying. poor baby:( you slow your thrusts, bottoming out in ellie. you just sit there inside of her till she notices the stop. She catches her breath. huffing in between whines.

“w-why’d you stop?” she try’s to slide herself father into your dick, rutting her hips closer to yours.

“need you to call me mommy again, baby.”

“mommy please, please let me cum.”

and at her word your pace regains speed.

“y’like calling me mommy. isn’t that right my pretty slut? you like when mommy fucks you shitless?” she nods her head aimlessly and you swear you see drool pouring from the side of her mouth when you start to rub her clit again. her whines reverbing off the walls, sounding like music to your ears.

“yeah I know you do, been wanting to call me mommy for a while now haven’t you sweetheart?” your words tip her over the edge as she cums all over your dick. you fuck her through her orgasm, drawing long whines from her pretty little lips. normally she would scream your name while she cums, but today she called you something different.

“mommy- fuck, mo-mommyyyy” she chanted that name so damn much it ain’t even seem like a word anymore. eventually your thrusts slows down as she shakes underneath you.

“I’m goin pull out now, okay baby?” her fucked out little expression can’t form words as she gives a weak thumbs up. cute loserrr.

A/N: I wrote this super quick but it was fun! I’m trying to have more fun when writing bc I used to think of it as something I needed to be perfect at but that wasn’t getting me no where lmfao. SEND ME ASSKKKKS !! love yall 🩷

[official-cvntified-gay]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅ amusement park date with wanda

☆⋅ inspired by @wandaslittlehorns post

It was a crisp fall afternoon, and the amusement park was buzzing with energy. The smell of funnel cakes and popcorn filled the air as families and friends wandered around, hopping from one ride to another. You held Wanda’s hand as you both walked down the lively midway, her fingers tightly laced with yours. She looked as stunning as ever, the gentle breeze tousling her hair, her warm smile lighting up the day.

Despite her calm demeanor, you could sense the unease radiating from her. Her eyes flickered nervously between the towering rides, her grip tightening ever so slightly on your hand whenever a rollercoaster rushed by with a deafening roar. She tried to hide it, though. Wanda was always good at that—protecting you, never wanting to seem vulnerable. But you knew better.

"You okay?" you asked, giving her a soft nudge with your elbow as you led her toward the ticket booth.

Wanda gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Of course, detka. I’m fine."

You raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that she was far from fine. Wanda had never been fond of amusement park rides. Heights? Speed? Being flung around at breakneck pace? Definitely not her thing. But here she was, with you, because she knew how much you loved it. That was just Wanda—always putting your happiness first.

"Are you sure?" you teased lightly. "We don’t have to go on any rides, you know. I’d be just as happy walking around, maybe sharing some churros with you."

She chuckled, a deep warmth in her voice. "No, no, I’m not going to ruin the fun for you. I’ll be fine. Besides, you’ve been looking forward to this all week. I’ll survive a few rides."

Her words were brave, but the nervous glance she gave the massive Ferris wheel made you bite back a laugh. It was cute, in a way—this powerful woman who could bend reality, yet was nervous about a carnival ride. You wrapped your arms around her waist, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss on her cheek.

"Okay," you said softly. "But if you get too scared, just squeeze my hand. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do."

Wanda smiled again, more genuine this time, as she leaned into your touch. "Deal."

The two of you started with something simple—the carousel. Wanda seemed more at ease there, sitting beside you on one of the elegant horses, laughing as the ride gently spun. She looked radiant, the sunlight catching the auburn strands of her hair, her green eyes bright with happiness. It was a peaceful moment, and you could tell she was enjoying herself, the tension easing from her shoulders as you both laughed and chatted.

But then came the rollercoaster. You felt her hesitation as soon as you pointed it out. It wasn’t the biggest or fastest one in the park, but it had enough dips and loops to make even seasoned thrill-seekers nervous. Wanda’s eyes widened slightly as she looked up at it, and you could see the conflict in her expression.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked gently, squeezing her hand.

Wanda took a deep breath and nodded. "I want to. For you."

Your heart melted a little at her words. "You don’t have to, you know. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable."

But she shook her head, determination shining in her eyes. "I’ll be okay. I want to experience this with you."

As you both climbed into the seats, Wanda's grip on your hand tightened. You could feel her pulse quicken, and you gave her a reassuring smile.

As the rollercoaster slowly ascended, you could feel Wanda’s grip on your hand tighten. The clinking of the chains echoed ominously as you both neared the top, the view of the entire park sprawling out beneath you. You glanced at her, noticing her face pale just a little.

"You okay?" you asked, trying to suppress a grin.

Wanda gave you a tense smile, her eyes glued to the track ahead. "Yeah, yeah. Totally fine."

But the moment the car tipped over the edge and plummeted into the first drop, Wanda let out the most high-pitched, terrified scream you’d ever heard. Her hand clamped down on yours like a vice, and her other hand was gripping the safety bar as if her life depended on it.

The ride whipped around a corner, and her scream turned into a frantic, breathless laugh that was more nervous than anything. "Why did I agree to this?!" she yelled over the wind, her hair flying everywhere.

You were trying not to laugh—really, you were. But seeing this powerful, composed woman reduced to a screaming mess was almost too much. As the rollercoaster hurtled through loops and twists, Wanda continued to scream, her eyes squeezed shut, the occasional "Oh my god!" escaping her lips.

When the car finally came to a screeching halt, you were breathless from laughter, while Wanda sat frozen, still gripping the bar for dear life. Her hair was a mess, and she blinked rapidly as if trying to process that it was all over.

You turned to her, grinning ear to ear. "That was amazing! I can’t wait to try that again."

Wanda slowly turned her head to look at you, her wide-eyed expression a mix of disbelief and horror. She didn’t say a word—just stared at you like you’d suggested jumping off a cliff.

You chuckled and squeezed her hand. "You’re alright?"

She nodded stiffly, her voice small. "I think I’m gonna stick to churros for the rest of the day."

You grinned, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Thank you for doing that with me. We can stick to the easy stuff from now on, I promise."

She chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Good. I think I’ve earned that churro now."

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Kinktober Day 3: White Rabbit [Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

Warnings: dub-con, drugs/aphrodisiacs, biting and slight mention of blood, bondage, cum stuffing MINORS DNI

AN: shoutout to my boyfriend that translates stuff for me. Kinktober Masterlist

Reblogs are appreciated!

“Huh?” You ask as you slur in and out of consciousness. You can hardly keep your head up. All you see now is Jack’s taloned fingers reaching for your chin. He hooks them underneath you, the pinpricks of the clawed tips digging into your soft flesh as he forces you to meet his gaze is uncomfortably warm. 

“Rozszerzenie w porządku,” he murmurs in a language you can’t understand. The way it rolls off of his tongue is so archaic and low, like he’s speaking a version of something that no longer exists except for from his tongue and his tongue alone. “Ciało jest też dużo cieplejsze,” he notes down, his attention to detail precise as ever. 

You feel yourself fidgeting but are bound at your wrists and ankles. Your head is barely able to move, in fact, it’s more comfortable to just gaze around with your eyes. The way your legs are held apart is uncomfortable. You attempt to squeeze them together, mostly because you feel so exposed and partly because of the dull pain you feel from being held like this, and predictably find that they’re stuck apart for now. Your vision is still fading in and out of clarity, but one thing is for certain - the creature that holds your face isn’t human. 

He’s got dark grey skin, like ash from a smoldering fireplace was smeared all over him and his teeth are much too sharp. Auburn colored hair, and eyeless sockets stare at you to assess your every movement and the smallest of breaths you might take. 

“Działa tylko trochę nieprzewidzianie,” he notes again to himself in a language that sounds unfamiliar. His gaze shifts over to a small bottle on the metal surgical table beside where you lay strapped down. Inside the plastic bottle are dozens of pills. White and creamy in color, they have the viscosity of melting, just warmed honey when he picks one up in his claws and inspects it. His hand reaches to your mouth and pops it open effortlessly. If you resisted, you felt as if he could have torn off your jaw. “Błyszczy się. To dobrze,” he says softly again to himself as his fingers dip between your legs. 

You feel chills run up and down your spine. His clawed fingers part the lips of your pussy and slowly slide up and down, coating themselves in your slick. You’re wet, and pulsating for him. You can feel it even though your head doesn’t want it. You feel your heart speed up as his fingers spread the wetness all around your thighs and your lips, and then upwards towards your clit. “O-Oh..!” You moan in surprise as he starts to circle your clit. 

“This should be omitted from the report,” he finally says in a tongue you understand, his voice thick and accented with something you recognize as slavic. “I don’t actually care about your pleasure.. But it’s fascinating to see how you respond.” 

Before you can hurl your questions at him, you feel him press your clit harder. Your back just barely arches from the overwhelming pleasure, more wetness gushing out onto the table where you lay. It must be pooling by now. You feel your body flutter when his other hand falls down and his fingers carefully prod inside of you. Your pussy squeezes at him tightly and your eyes roll upwards. He’s got long fingers, and despite his claws, he’s careful to not cut you. He thrusts his fingers in and out, working up to a more favorable pace. He feels your hips buck, and you don’t stop yourself. 

In your head, you can visualize a pretty pink cloud. It pulses, growing darker and darker with every thrust in tandem with your heart beating and fluttering. The cloud is growing darker and darker with every second passing, like it’s imitating a soon to be storm cloud. You moan again, lust starting to flood your body. You need more. You don’t want to say it, but your body craves and needs more. Not necessarily from him, but anyone or anything you can open your body to. 

The eyeless man suddenly retracts his hands. He thinks it’s beneath him to put his mouth there, but he can’t deny that you look delectable, like a sweet treat all soon to be stuffed with cream. You feel him a few moments later. How he splits you open and starts to fill you with himself. His thrusts are rough and hard, some of his grunting is animalistic. He’s just trying to get off, nothing more, nothing less. His pills worked this well, might as well take advantage. 

You feel your hips buck again the deeper he presses inside of you. You pant softly and then let your moans roam freely. He feels too good for you to try silencing. “Fuck..!” You hiss as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. The slick that pours from your cunt is soaking yourself and him. You can’t stop the warmth that he makes you feel. Sweat beads all over your body and your heart is running its own marathon.  

You can hardly breathe when he hunches over you and groans at the pleasure he allows himself to feel. It’s an incredible feeling. He bites down on your neck and you make a small sound in surprise, but you wouldn’t stop him even if you could. Instead, you lean your head to the side and let him bite harder as his hips pound into you. Faster, and faster still, you can feel blood trickle down the side of your neck, your chest and your spine from the pinpricks his teeth decorated in your skin. 

The air is dizzying. You can hardly see straight again, and the world spins. Your body snaps, and you scream. Eyes squeezed shut and muscles trembling, you burst all over him. Shock waves of pleasure starting from your core ripple outwards to every little inch of your body. Every stroke after feels like magic, warm, fleeting but thick and ready to spill inside of you. 

And then you feel it. How he stills, how he rolls and ruts his hips against you like an animal in heat. His thick cock twitches inside of you and the warmth is overwhelming. It’s not burning, but close to it. He bites again, this time on the other side because for some reason, he loves symmetry and he fills you with everything he has.

You meet his gaze again, and he just barely smiles before he goes stone faced again. 

“Zbyt dużo nieprzewidzianych zmiennych, cholera,” he murmurs to himself. Then, he addresses you, “are you up for another test?” 

[dumplingsfordays]

stay still

welt x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - pure smut lol

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), oral (reader receiving), sub!reader, reader has female genitalia, welt is lowkey pussydrunk, swearing, praise (reader receiving), implied age gap, all characters 18+, mentions of c in p and thigh riding, dacryphilia a little, overstim

note - writer's block is hitting me like a truck lmao. also sorry for not writing that sweet bf fic that I mentioned in the passengerprincess!reader x blade post but yk what? i'm gonna do it at some point, but it's not going to be today.

art credit!

And as always, thank you for reading :)

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"Stay still, sweetheart," the older man warns in a baritone voice as your hips buck up.

He's got you laying down on the silken sheets, hair messily splayed out on the covers, your smaller hands running through his greyish-auburn locks with desperation clearly evident. You came twice already - one from riding his thigh and another from his cock slowly splitting you open thrust by thrust - and you were so sensitive that everything seemed almost hazy. Your eyes swam with tears at the overstimulation as Welt continued his ministrations, giving broad licks to your wet cunt and occasionally kissing the inside of your thigh.

"W-Welt," you tremble, voice wobbling, "please, 'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"Shh. You're doing so, so well, darling, just one more."

That's what he said a round ago, but you don't notice at all - you're too busy engulfed completely in blinding bliss as the older man grabs your hips, pulling your sweet pussy closer to him, and eats you out like a man starved. He's rough and gentle at the same time, if that's even possible - he's too far gone to even care about the translucent stickiness dripping down his chin. His eyes, half-lidded in ecstacy, are locked onto yours, observing and admiring your reactions. He gives a small kiss to your clit, which has you bucking up again.

"What did I tell you, sweetheart?" he scolds as he pulls away from your legs, holding your soft thighs down with his broad hands. "Stay still or you won't get a reward."

You sniffle and whine in response. "But I can't, just feels too good, please..."

"You can and you will. Just a little bit more, 'kay? Be a good girl for me."

He leans in once again - you can feel his hot breath against your cunny - and showers kisses on your lips, slowly creeping up to suck on your little pearl. You whimper when his lips latch on and Welt swears that his cock strains so hard against the bed when you do so.

When you finally wrap your thighs around his head from all the overwhelming pleasure, he groans into your pussy but continues lapping at your clit with renewed vigor. He then shifts down and starts to eat you out so sinfully yet so passionately, and by now, your pants and soft moans and whines fill the room. Welt can't hear any of it, though - he's in a state of bliss, focusing only on your sweet cunt.

As your orgasm nears with rapid speed you grab his hair once more, pressing his head down lightly. Your boyfriend gets the hint - he speeds up, filthy, wet noises fill the room as your back arches in blinding pleasure and you teeter on the edge. A single, long finger of his sliding into your pussy finally sends you over, that unimaginably sweet sensation overwhelming you and you crack, waves after waves of tears pouring out of your eyes like summer rain. Welt's praising you over and over again - you can feel his hot breath on your skin as he holds your thighs open to continue his ministrations until you physically can't anymore.

"Knew you could do it," he praises in that gravelly voice of his, looking up at you through his lashes, "such a good girl. So beautiful, look at you."

You sniffle as you come down from your high, and the man shifts up to lay beside you on the bed. He embraces you, caressing your collarbone with his rough thumb, travelling up your neck and to your chin, when he finally tilts your head to face him. You close your eyes when your lips meet in a quiet, loving kiss.

"God, am I a lucky man to have you," he sighs. You lean in and smile into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his big frame and he returns the favor with a caring gentleness.

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