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forcing subtop ellie to fuck you from behind because that’s how you like it, but she wants to see your face soooo bad. her strap is deep inside of you and you’re so close, but she’s begging you to just turn around and lay on your back so she can see ur face while you finish

oh. my. god. you are a literal genius. hell yeah

subtop!ellie always loves to give you what you want. she craves it—lives for it— but tonight, her own need is clawing its way to the surface, tightening low in her gut. the relentless friction of the harness against her swollen clit only makes it worse. the leather between her thighs is practically soaked, sticking to her flushed skin.

'baby,' she whimpers, voice thin and needy.

you groan, shushing her with a roll of your hips, fucking yourself back on the thick, slick length of the pretty clear pink silicone. it hits so deep like this— right where you need it. the stretch and fullness causes heat to pool in your core, winding tight.

ellie watches, dazed, her hands gripping your waist as she drives into you. her fingers dig into your flesh as she watches your ass ripple when it connects with her hips. she can barely focus, lost in the wet, obscene sounds filling the room— the way your pussy sucks her in.

'baby, please,' she whines, 'please.. turn over s—' the words die in her throat as her hips sputter, the harness dragging so perfectly against her throbbing clit. a shudder wracks through her, sending a jolt up her spine. 'so i can see your pretty face,' she whispers, breathless.

you let out a laugh, winded and broken by a moan when the strap ruts against that spongy spot deep inside you. your fingers curl into the bluish-grey sheets, knuckles white. 'shut up and fuck me,' you pant, 'i'm close— don't stop.'

ellie mewls, her left hand kneading at the soft, supple flesh of your ass— squeezing, grounding herself. she leans in, pressing her front flush against your back. her hips snap faster, desperate and erratic. her breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as she pleads, 'please? please, baby.. let me see your pretty face, yeah?' she whimpers, her right hand sliding up to tilt your head to the side.

the second she catches sight of your perfect expression— lips parted, brows furrowed, eyes glassy with pleasure— her breath shudders, hips faltering for just a second.

yeah. yeah, like that. she can compromise.

a pathetic cry drags from her throat, raw and needy. her thumb smooths over your lips, tracing their shape with a reverence that makes your stomach flutter. 's'pretty, baby,' she whispers, voice wrecked. you take her thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, keeping your half-lidded gaze locked on hers as best as you can.

'oh, fuck,' ellie breathes, nearly choking on the words. the sight of your glazed-over eyes and the way your lips wrap around her thumb so perfectly sends a full-body shudder through her. every sensation seems to amplify at once: the relentless friction against her clit, the wet heat of you squeezing around the toy, the obscene sounds filling the room.

it’s too much. she’s too close.

you're moaning around her thumb, eyes rolling back as you suck, letting her fuck into you like the desperate, pathetic mess she is— just trying her hardest to give you what you need, all for the chance to see your pretty face contort for her.

when the band in your stomach finally snaps, pleasure crashes over you in waves. you rip your face away from her grasp, burying it deep in her pillows as your body shudders. you don’t give her any satisfaction.

'no—' she whines, voice high and broken. the way you tremble, the muffled noises you let out— it’s enough to ruin her. she’s technically pushed over the edge, but it’s not the same. cumming without seeing your fucked-out expression feels almost like a ruined orgasm, the dull ache of pleasure hitting her in half-measures, leaving her desperately rutting against the harness even in release.

she huffs, hands steadying your hips as she helps you ride out the last waves of your orgasm. 's'mean to me,' she mutters, voice still breathy. you giggle, turning your head just enough to peek back at her— eyes hazy, lips swollen, looking so effortlessly beautiful in the aftermath. 'you’re cute like this, though.'

ellie grumbles, pouting as she slowly pulls out, watching you clench at the loss. 'yeah whatever,' she mumbles, laced with a petulant little whine— because, god, she really wishes she got to see you cum.

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Sub top whiny Ellie always gonna do it for me (love me sum dom Ellie as well) 😻

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bring back streamer/gamer!ellie i beg

Like what happened to us strap warming her while she plays ?😔 yall forget about her to fast

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warnings: caitvi + sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, praise, strap sucking (referred to as a cock once or twice), strap-on sex (r! receiving).

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"That's it, darling. Make her feel good." You hear Caitlyn's sweet encouragement delivered straight into your ear. She doesn't stop pounding into your from behind, making the fat of your ass jiggle with each met thrust from behind. She fills you so fucking well and you know it. But so does Vi.

You whimper around her strap. It stretches your lips and you know your throat will be sore after, but it's well worth it; she cums every single time you do this.

"Shit," she swears through gritted teeth. "You're so pretty looking up at me." As if on cue, your eyes glance up to meet hers. You swirl your tongue around the spit-coated tip of the strap, and Vi has to squeeze her eyes shut and groan.

"You're such a tease," Caitlyn laughs, and she plants a harsh smack on your ass.

You're infatuated with these moments and each sensation—the scent of Vi's arousal lingering past the harness that you can inhale each time you take her deep past your lips, and Caitlyn's soft but cold dig into your ass and brand your skin with her crescent-shape nails as she slams a navy-blue toned strap deep inside your weeping cunt.

You can't speak, but you're glad. You would be offering up incoherent, fucked-out fragments of sentences. You would be begging for Vi to fuck your throat until tears gather in your eyes and roll down your red cheeks. You would be crying out Caitlyn's name when she forces your hips back, making you fuck yourself on her cock.

"Mmph.." you moan around Vi, though it's muffled.

She reaches down and gives an affectionate pat to your hollowed cheek. "Shush. Just let us fuck you, baby." Vi doesn't gather your hair up to raise it, but instead playfully ruffles it. "You wanna make me cum, right?"

You eagerly nod. Vi grins and Caityn's hand smoothes over your back. Then, she does lift your hair up. She doesn't hold it harshly, but as she begins to thrust into your mouth, you really feel it.

The action just makes you wetter and needier. You chase what Caitlyn is giving you, moving your hips back against her in a desperate action. You stare up at Vi, and you're an artwork for viewing: struggling to keep up with her hips shoving a dick into your throat, your eyes leaking tears, but they don't leave hers. When she nibbles at the bottom of her lip and her movements grow sloppy, your cunt clenches hard.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that, take it." Vi's grip on your hair tightens involuntarily.

"Open up wider for her so she can fit it all into that slutty mouth of yours," Caitlyn instructs you.

The difference in their voices is large. Vi is breathless and high, and it cracks when she feels the base of the strap rub on her clit. Caitlyn is doing most of the work behind you, but she sounds more organized than you and Vi combined.

"You'd think sucking dick is her job with how eager she is, huh?" Vi adds, letting out a hoarse laugh when you moan in response to her vulgar words.

You're overwhelmed in the best way possible. You crave more of Vi and Cait until you can't take it anymore. You love the way Caitlyn fills you up and thrusts into your pussy in the perfect way, meeting all of your sweet spots. It's nearly overbearing to take that while Vi fucks your face, though.

Then suddenly, Vi's movements turn more into grinding and she tenses up. You hear her moan above you so loudly you almost cum yourself. She continues to move until her clit feels raw and the overstimulation is too much.

The toy leaves your mouth, a string of spit connecting it to you. When it breaks, Vi is down in front of you, her mouth on yours. It's sloppy and loving at the same time.

You whine in protest as Caitlyn pulls your chin back to look at her, instead. You forget how possessive over you she can be, even when sharing you with Vi.

"Now it's your turn to cum."

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•。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.”

Poly relationships with Ellie always be mouth watering

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ִֶָ . HOW TLOU + ARCANE WOMEN WOULD STRETCH YOU OUT WITH THEIR STRAP

contains characters: abby anderson. ellie williams. dina woodward. sevika. vi. caitlynn kiramann.

word count: 4k

tags: praise . reader is receiving . fingering . aftercare . strap-on sex . strap sucking . gentle abby . pet names . hints of overstimulation . teasing . subtop ! vi . dom ! sevika . slight whiny sevika . degradation . riding

notes: again, not proofread, sorry for mistakes or over usage of words. mel medarda is also not in this i fear </3

I can take them all (not in a fight)

Leather and Lace

Warnings: service top! vi, power bottom! reader, reader gets ate, naked reader, clothed vi, butch bulge, vi is stone/touch me not, pillow princess reader, punishment, mean!vi, implied masturbation, slight degradation (vi calls reader dumb)
Genre: smut

A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts forever LMAOOOO I’ve been wanting to write this dynamic with vi for a long time just based on how her face looked when Sevika was holding it like omg she looked so pretty!!

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“Stay still for me” vi groans as her face is buried in your cunt. “Make me” you whine as you push her face in deeper.

Her fingers digging into your plush thighs as she keeps them apart. All day long you’ve been whining about how much you miss her and need her, yet here you are giving her a hard time!

“Being such a brat y’know that?” She chuckles as she bites at your puffy clit softly.

“Fuck you”

“You wish” she whispers as her ringed middle finger curls into your cunt. Your hips buck as her finger was hitting the right spot. “Stay right there”

“Should I?” You know vi is here to please you but she has to be cheeky with you here and there if she feels like you’re giving her attitude! “If I wanted to be played with I would’ve done it myself!” You groan.

“Then do it” she says calmly as she pulls away. You whine, tears brimming your pretty eyes. “But vi” you sniffle with a heavy pouting lip.

She leans over you, hovering over your lips “I love you so allow me to take care of you yeah? Only I know how to please you, you’re too dumb to know how.”

Her hand goes to cup your cunt, “gonna be good f’me?” She hums as you nod, lost in her eyes and pleasure.

Her legs spread yours apart as she pressed her bulge against your bare cunt. “My pretty girl” she whispers as she feathers kisses along your neck as her pace speeds up. The coldness of her zipper nudging against your heat.

“Can I cum?” You whine as you look at her with glossy eyes. You know you’re slightly in trouble and lost the privilege of her fingers but you still deserve your orgasm right?

Her teeth seep into your skin leaving a mark to form and yelp in pain. “I already told you how you’re gonna get there.” She mocks as she feels you shake beneath her.

Now it’s up to you, be edged until she feels you understand the lesson or touch yourself and not be fully satisfied. Regardless of what you pick, you’re screwed.

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A/n: I’ve never written this dynamic before but I feel like I portrayed it in a sense that makes sense? LMAOOOO I’m all over the place but I hope y’all enjoy it!!

Dividers- @v6que

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suggestive themes. strap. squirting. mirror sex.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika who has a surprisingly good hand at makeup, does your eyeliner but ends up getting frustrated when the wings arent perfect on both eyes. she manages them somehow in the end.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “if you stare at me like that, i can't focus,” sevika whispers to you as she carefully puts the blush on your cheeks, not that you need it around her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ this same sevika fucks you from the back against the mirror with one of your legs hoisted up. your tears soak your face as you sob from the pleasure, the mascara now ruined running down your face. you were utterly wasted. “sevika, ow! that's too deep!” you complain but sevika doesn't care.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ her strap is far too deep than any night before causing you to squirm in her grasp. your lipstick is smudged from the kisses beforehand, your drool ruining the already ruined lip makeup. “dont! don't!” you moan. “oh shit, babe, look, you look so adorable like this,” sevika grabs your jaw and makes you look at your tainted self.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ that was all you need, you squirt covering almost all of the mirror with your slick and release. your eyes roll back and your body falls back against sevika's own. “i got you now, doll, just relax.”

i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wa-need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked.

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I need

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Ellie's HEADCANONS, both when crushing and in a relationship stage, or in general too, do you have a bunch to share?

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i was born to share these. not a second goes by i’m not thinking about her! i've got a few different modern-ish head cannons for relationship level categories. this was a bit rushed. i’m probably gonna go in, fix them up and add more later!

crushing :

ellie is so painfully obvious about it. her cheeks always flush when you’re near and she becomes a stuttering mess. it’s embarrassing, but she really couldn’t care less.

ellie would have countless off guard drawings of you— her journal completely filled with detailed sketches of you doing the most mundane things. honestly, she’d fill up two journals minimum.

she overthinks everything. she analyzes every little detail, from the way you look at her to the way you smile. and if you ever compliment her? god don’t even expect a coherent sentence out of the girl for at least a few hours.

this girl wants to impress you so badly, even if the shit she does is insanely lame. she always has her switchblade on her, so of course, she learns 'cool' tricks to show off. spends hours practicing, only to play it off like, 'yeah, cool, right? just found out i could do it,' with a chuckle.

ellie writes a song about you. it’s vague on purpose, just in case anyone ever hears her strumming it out on the guitar and singing, which she does fairly often.

canon ellie would undoubtedly always find a way to be your patrol partner. every. single. time. it gets to the point where maria doesn’t even let her speak anymore— just gives her a look and nods, already knowing.

talking stage :

ellie would definitely accidentally prove how much she pays attention to you in the cutest ways. like, you mention liking something once, and eventually, she shows up with a whole stash of it. if you ask her about it, she just shrugs and mumbles, 'well, you said it once… months ago.' yeah. down bad.

ellie never shuts the fuck up about you at allll. jesse and dina have to set a limit to how many times she can bring you up per hangout.

she would totally write your name on her skin after dina mentioned something about manifestation. ellie laughed her ass off at the idea, calling it bullshit— then went and did it that night anyway, like a total hypocrite. just to see if it would work.

ellie would have so many screenshots of your texts. she just can’t help it. every little thing you say is saved and revisited by the group chat herself, dina and jesse have. she spams that shit til someone tells her what she wants to hear.

back to the song, she plays it for her jesse and dina who tease her relentlessly for it. the lyrics are vague, but she somehow managed to make it so obvious. 'you have to just tell her, dude,' jesse says, clutching his chest like he’s pained by ellie’s lack of game.

dating :

at this point, she’s completely comfortable with you— so much so that she doesn’t care how corny she is. if anything, she leans into it. you’re plastered all over her socials. her posts, her profile pictures, her stories— everywhere.

she cracks dad jokes she learned from joel, delivering them with way too much confidence. she insists that she’s fucking hilarious and if you don’t laugh? you’re 'just a hater.'

she looooves taking 0.5 pictures of you, especially when you’re sleeping. you’d wake up to an onslaught of them. of course she thinks they’re the equivalent to cold.

ellie loves being babied, idcccc. she comes to you all pouty, practically draping herself over you, mumbling about how she needs cuddles. you both know she likes to lay on you just so she knows you’re still there.

i think ellie’s definitely the type to cut her own hair. she never trusts anyone to get it right. but she lets you. of course, she spends a couple hours lecturing you beforehand, getting all serious about it. still, she trusts you enough and that warms you up on the inside.

my girl is clingy as hell. in the middle of the night, when you get up to use the bathroom, she’s trailing after you. she stands in the corner with her sleepy eyes shut while you go. on the rare chance you tell her no, she stands outside, forehead pressed against the cool door. her body doesn’t know the difference between war and three minutes apart from you when she’s tired.

ellie gets you matching carabiners. in public, she clips them together with a smirk, claiming it’s just to keep you from wandering off— but you both know it’s really her who drifts by countless distractions.

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RIDING/GRINDING ON ELLIES TITS

spoiler: she cums first!!!

ellie x reader

CW: established relationship, reader riding/grinding on ellies tits, e! cums and r! doesn't (or at least it's not mentioned) ,mentions of readers tits bouncing (doesn't necessarily mean she's supposed to have big boobs?), not proofread

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dbf ellabs x reader except they didn't meet when reader was a minor AND reader doesn't act like a fucking child

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chloe eats you out⋆。°✩

summary: chloe is high and she just wants to eat you out in your jacuzzi ⋆。°✩

tags: 18+ mdni men dni smut, tongue fucking, tribbing (r! receiving)

note: haven´t been writing much because yknow life, im a little sick. anyway i just had to write about the og blue haired baddie. this isnt proof read. enjoy.

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"I can't believe you have a fucking jacuzzi in your house and your parents don't even use it." Chloe comes out in her bikini, joining you in the water.

She groans lowly, coming up to hug you from behind, as clingy as always. Of course, you have to sneak in a dirty comment.

"Head in here would go crazy."

Chloe gives you a kiss to shut you up, rubbing your left arm. "don't start princess, your parents are inside."

"they'll be out soon though..." you grumble. You have to be honest, you're very needy yourself.

"we have the house to ourselves?"

"yeah, so in a few minutes we can start."

"and do what, exactly?" she raises her eyebrow, a grin on her face.

"get high and fuck."

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Thinking about loser! Barista Abby! And the girl who works in the bookstore across the street…

[Contains]: cutesy headcannons!

Barista Abby! Who works Sunday to Wednesday, carefully balancing the rest of her week.

Sure, she gets hit on—at the gym, sometimes even at work. And while it’s flattering, she always turns them down. Why? Because lately, she’s found herself watching the clock, waiting for 10 a.m.

A different cozy outfit every time, a tote bag always slung over your shoulder, a pencil tucked behind your ear. Such a sweet sight. Yeah. She was a goner.

Barista Abby! Who told her coworker (and dearest friend) that she’d say something… eventually. But she never quite works up the nerve. She hates when it rains—raindrops littering the windows, ruining her perfect view of you across the street.

Barista Abby! Who wanted to duck behind the counter the first time you walked in. Crushes weren’t something she developed often, but you? The pretty girl balancing more books than you could carry, nudging the door open with your foot. The girl who always checked on the flowers outside the store, The girl who sat in her car for a few moments before heading home, deep in thought.

Barista Abby! Whose face burned when you made a flirty comment in passing, suddenly hyper-aware of herself in ways she never had been before.

“Are you on the menu?” You leaned in across the counter, eyes slowly scanning over her.

“Uh, no, but—but I could be? Like, theoretically?” she stammered.

Barista Abby! Who was a bookworm herself but couldn’t find the nerve to bring it up—until the day she saw you holding City of Thieves by David Benioff, a book she’d read a million times.

“Wait—you’re reading that? Like, actually reading it? Not just holding it for aesthetic purposes?” she blurted, pointing at the book tucked in the crook of your arm.

“You have to tell me what you think. Like, every thought. Immediately.”

And when you said you liked it? She practically beamed with excitement. “Okay, if you liked that one—please, please read The Nightingale and All the Light We Cannot See. Thank me later.”

Barista Abby! Who, over time, grew more comfortable flirting back. Who lived for the giggles she earned, for the way your smile lingered all the way until the red neon CLOSED sign flickered on.

Who perfected her coffee art—so of course, she started drawing tiny hearts and silly faces in your drinks. Who started leaving little notes on your cups. Sometimes a simple have a good day, sometimes a quick sketch of the way your hair looked that morning. Who gushed to her coworker about the spark she swore she felt when your fingers brushed against hers that morning. Who spent the whole day thinking about it—until she finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.

The sun was out, she was off for the rest of the week, and she knew you were too. So she said it. Do you want to go out with me? And when you didn’t even hesitate before saying yes? She let out a tiny scream of excitement in her car—only to immediately stop, remembering her windows weren’t that tinted.

Barista Abby! Who melted the first time you kissed her cheek after your second date.

Who finally stepped foot into the bookstore where you worked, taking in the scent of paper and vanilla—the same scent that always lingered on your clothes. And as she watched you move between the shelves, smiling at customers, in your element, she thought—

Yeah, im really, really gone.

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