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Come ask ya girl questions on insta. n0theonly1💕

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It’s almost funny how sad you look. Ellie’s humor is one of the reasons why you like her so much. She’s funny, stupid, and honestly, a hot smoker.

Ellie knew how sensitive your feelings were. She saw you drop a banana once and cry all the way back home. That baffled her. Seriously. How can one’s emotions change so quickly? It intrigued her.

So as her strap bullies your cunt, her hand bullies your face in sharp slaps.

Big fat tears roll down the side of your face as another harsh hand lands on your red cheek. Her horrid smile is all you see through a blurry gaze as her right hand keeps a lock on your jaw.

“Fuck.. look at ya. So filthy..” Her thrusts angled deep penetration. She can feel the tremble of your legs that rest locked around her hips. “What a baby. We just started.” She huffed out, earning you another slap.

Her pelvis rocking onto you hard. “You’ll squirt for me?” Ellie was the only one that could bring you so deep. Your exes would be crying right now.

Then, a frown creased Ellie’s mouth. Her left hand leaving the side of your face to tug up on your hair. Pulling with so much force it wouldn’t be a surprise if a few strands popped from your scalp. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?” “Mmn.. ugh..! y-yes.. nnn..squirt f’you..”

Ellie smiled. A genuine smile. Then she let go of your hair. Leaning in to brush a soft kiss to your forehead. “..That’s it.” And continued her upwards thrusts.

Your body felt full and damp. The strap tickles inside. The feeling of pee makes you uncomfortable but feels so good. Your mouth left hanging open as continuous noises came from your throat. Salvia dripping down the corner or your lips. Ellie laughed.

She could tell you were close. By the clenching your cunt did around her dick. She pulled back quickly. Her hand leaving her jaw to slap your filthy and wet pussy. All it took were two slaps against your clit and you’re spraying.

Wetness coating her fingers and chest along with her bedsheets she’ll have to clean later. Ellie’s mesmerized. She’s in love.

She gave you a moment. Watching as your cries died down to deep large breaths. How out of tune you are with the world right now. She did this to you and she’s so fucking proud of herself.

@lunegems @dearbaes

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Ellie would bully you during sex

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Vi used you for her own benefit. She joined the pit fights in search for release. To get rid of that hurt in her chest from that day. A day she can’t forget no matter how many people she sends to the floor.

Caitlyn is in her thoughts from night fall to day rise. It gets annoying when she lyes alone in her dark and dirty apartment. Eyes staring at the wall as she imagines her cupcake. One she craves for.

Why’d she choose you? Even she doesn’t know the answer to that. You looked nothing like Caitlyn. You weren’t even close in height. But with closed eyes and imagination she can imagine sucking Caitlyn’s clit instead of yours.

Your voice was starting to sound like Caits too. Vi hasn’t opened her eyes since this started. Pink tongue licking the bundle of nerves that made you jump and gasp. Her much bigger hands clasped around your thighs as she held you tightly.

Vi’s own voice was muffled between your pussy and wetness. You weren’t focused, though if you were you’d probably hear her mumbling a different girls name than yours.

Eating you like she was going to die tomorrow. Which.. with her serious alcohol issue and the fact she looked like she could fall over and die if someone blew on her the wrong way who really knows.

“Vi.. right there—“ Vi only hummed. Keeping her eyes shut tightly. Letting her tongue do the work. The dark dye of her black hair leaving small streaks in between your thighs the more she moved her head.

Vi wasn’t totally shitty. She’d let you finish. Maybe twice if she was feeling good that night. But she wouldn’t stick around. Though, it always resulted in an argument.

“Why do you always leave? I mean, you could stay here.. y’know?” You silently begged. Just hoping once she’d change her routine. Out of care and love. But Vi is quick to the door. “Funny.. ha.. um. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And before you can say anything else the slam of the door was a better response than Vi’s excuses. “..I wasn’t joking.” Too late.

But you’d always return to that same bar after every fight. Just to get more of that beefy woman back in your bed.

But one particular night you couldn’t find her. Not in the ring, not at her very dirty and scary looking apartment, and not at the bar. You asked around. Being met with nothing but mean mugs and dudes trying to fuck.

Where’d she go?

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Ellie doesn’t take shit anymore. All of your back talk, bad mouthing, and the one thing she hated the most. Your flirting. You’d go around, kick rocks with the ugly neighbor, and then go wink at Cat as she walked past.

What the fuck? Was Ellie invisible or something? She definitely felt like it. You’d do it straight in her face and prance off like bambi in the woods with that stupid smile on your face.

If having to pound you into her dirty mattress would be effective then she’d do it. Hell, she’d take you outside and fuck you into the dirt if she wants. But, she has a little more self respect than that. Just a bit.

Her back was starting to hurt. You’ve both been at this for a while. One of Ellie’s ragged hands wrapped around your throat applying soft pressure while her pelvis hit the skin of your ass as hard as she possibly could.

Your knees digging into the bed sheets below. Ellie’s too. though, her frame a few inches larger than yours from behind. She’s fucking that pink strap into your cunt as deep as she could.

The pink color disappeared to only come back out with white cream circled at the bottom. A nice ring she’ll make you clean later.

Nothing would get her to stop. Not even your shitty pleas. “Mmn.. f..fuck. Ellie.. please.” “Shut the fuck up.” And you do. You don’t want to piss her off anymore than she already is.

The base of the strap rubbed against her own clit. Getting off to this just as much as you were. It made her hot in the head. Messy strands of brown hair sticking to her forehead. Making Ellie look hotter than she already does.

Grunts and groans coming from her with each hard thrust forward of her hips. Her fingers tightening around the skin of your throat. Her pointer finger sliding up and down the bone she felt there. It made you cringe.

“I should pull out. Make you eat my pussy and keep you needy.” And, yeah. She really was thinking about it. Why did you deserve to cum?

“Yeah.. fuck you.” She unwrapped her hand from your throat to push you down to the bed. Flat on your stomach. So fast you swear you got whiplash.

She pulled out of your sopping cunt. Unbuckling the strap to toss it to the side. “Make me cum, bitch.”

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Jinx doesn’t like lies.

No matter how small they could be. Hell, you could lie about eating gum and she’d still be pissed. Because why? Why lie to someone who does everything for you? Why lie when she loves you.

She won’t hurt you, she won’t forgive herself for that. Just like Vander.. like Silco.

So she’ll get her anger out in different ways. Like, tying you to her special chair with the name ‘Jinx’ on it with a vibrator nuzzled between your thighs. And she’ll leave you like that. Watch the minutes pass by without a word if she has too. Though, she won’t. She’ll talk. Throw lazy insults in the air that meant nothing.

“You look crazy, look at your hair. My god.” “Why lie about somethin so stupid? I mean, jeez. It’s like lying if you stepped on shit or not.” “Say.. ‘Jinx you’re so amazing and I love you so much’ and.. I might let you free.” She doesn’t.

She’ll watch every change in expression, every twitch in your foot, anytime you tried to get loose and fail miserably. She’d throw out a little chuckle too.

It’s not like she wasn’t turned on from just watching you. She was. But even she could be patient. Sometimes. Ignoring the slight damp in her silly panties with the wrong week on them. Thursday, no silly, it’s Tuesday. But who the fuck is making sure she uses the right week?

She taps her foot on the floor. Tinkering with a false bomb between her fingers. She’s not bored but she needed something to touch. To keep her hands off of you.

Those sharp eyes watching your second orgasm on her blue vibrator she often used on herself. Tears in your eyes as you tried to squirm around. But nothing. Just a, “liar.” From across the room.

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Vi’s replacement.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!!: mean!dom!Cait, OOC!!, the reader is described to be smaller than Vi, Degrading, oneshot!

A/N: ngl I dipped for a couple days cus I’ve been focused on beating TLOU1 and 2. And I lowk wrote this w one hand so idk. I love Caitlyn.

You weren’t really Caitlyn’s type. Of course her preferred type was Vi. The sharp colors of her hair, her predictable attitude, and her large body. You.. weren’t that at all. Not even close.

You were one of her many enforcers. Not the strongest, she’s seen. You’ve had embarrassing moments. She has watched them all. But she kept you close.

Caitlyn was anything and everything but stupid. She didn’t see your potential. She saw your body. And the commander needed someone to replace Vi now that she’s gone.

And that’s how you found yourself in your bosses bed. Back arch, fingers grabbing at the soft silk of Caitlyn’s blue sheets. A boring position she’d say but whatever makes you cum.

She fucks her fingers deep into your aching cunt. Her long fingers coated in white. You’d be embarrassed if you saw the mess in between your thighs.

She has you naked. Your enforcer outfit stripped all over her expensive bedroom floors. Though, not her bedroom but the guest room. You didn’t deserve to see her room. That’s only reserved for one person.

Caitlyn sits there just watching any twitch and movement of your body. You don’t know how long you’ve both been at this. When Caitlyn finally plans on kicking you out like she did most nights.

The sounds your pussy made between each thrust of her fingers was disgusting. Wet, the squelch, was loud throughout the room. Your moans muffled in the sheets, eyes closed, and in complete bliss while Caitlyn just watches. Her sharp blues stare. It almost looked judgmental but that’s just her bitchy face.

She kept the same pace of her fingers. Stuffing them inside your nuzzled warmth like her strap did on special nights. Caitlyn likes when you moan her name. It’s almost pathetic, but she likes your voice. One thing she would compliment you on.

“Cait..” you turned your head against the bed. Cheek pressed down against the sheets below. “You’re cumming.” Caitlyn knew everything your body offered. And to you that only made you wetter. Despite it all YOU were the one who has Caitlyn pleasing you. Not Vi, hell, not even that Maddie chick who seemed to never get off of Caitlyn’s back.

Her pace stops. Then she adds a third finger. That was enough to make you squeeze out a good squirt for her. Enough to wet her sheets, enough to actually get words out of Caits mouth.

“Fuck. Can do that again?” Would you ever argue with your commander? “Yes ma’am.”

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I can’t write fluff..

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!!: CNC!! Mature content ahead! Sexual themes! Oneshot! Dom!Cait Sub!reader. Age gap! reader was drugged! (Kind of.) teasing!

a/n: give me more suggestions people.

You can’t breathe. You can’t see. But you can feel two fingers trail up the back of your leg. The air is thick, your body sweats extremely. You tried to pull your hand back. Though, stopping as you felt the sting of her ropes that kept you in place.

The last thing you remembered was a glass of wine on the sleek couches of Caitlyn’s home. Shared laughs, praises, and then lights out.

Your head felt heavy, gaze shaky, dizzy. Limbs felt tight. You let out a whine. Quiet, but enough to show you’re alive. The fingers on your skin stopped in place.

“Shh..”. That’s all you heard before you felt the cloth of your panties move down your thighs and down to your ankles. Leaving them there.

It didn’t take a madman to know who was behind you. Even if you couldn’t see, you can just tell. Despite all of this, Cait still has a way of keeping her elegance. Those two fingers slid up. Pressing the pads of her fingers to your hole. Not yet slipping them in, though just pressing against you.

She watched. Waiting for a word, a breath, even a tremble. Nothing. Alright. She pushed her fingers in.

You let out that shaking breath she wanted. She smiles. Caitlyn let her long fingers sink in your warmth. Watching her fingers disappear inside of you. She could feel how wet you were, though not enough for her strap. Just enough for a few fingers.

“Can’t.. Cait..” she shut you up with a slow thrust of her fingers. Once. “I’ve got you. Just.. stay still?” You don’t fight it. You didn’t have the strength.

The pace of her fingers were slow. But deep and skilled enough to make your stomach turn, your body shake, that deep inside feeling that just made you want to cry. It felt good, no.. great. It felt great. Amazing if we’re being dramatic.

The wet sounds as her fingers fucked you were the loudest thing in the room. Caitlyn could keep her breath steady, your moans were muffled by the pillow below. One minute, then two, then four of this torture. You could feel that warm feeling in your stomach. It’s close. You’re going to cum..

She pulls her fingers back. Slipping them out of your wet cunt. You let out a cry that she ignores. She’s more focused on her cream coated fingers.

She stands. Stepping away from her bed, and leaving towards the bathroom. Your breath is heavy as you try to regain your balance again. Though, from the dizziness and how abnormally hot the room was, you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing.

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Dead dove anything Jill Valentine?

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!! Mature content ahead! Sexual themes! Oneshot! Spit! Dom!Jill Sub!reader. Age gap! (She’s like 23 and you’re 20.) porn with some plot.. I dunno. Mean!Jill:(.

A/N: this might be long. Just because I have too many ideas at once. Plus, I wrote like two versions so and gave up too many times.

Sometimes you need to learn to shut up. You and your big mouth has taken you multiple places throughout your life. Beat up in a playground, mini fights in middle school, drinks thrown at you in bars, and fucked in almost every corner of Jill’s sweaty apartment.

Jill could be a patient woman. Well, all the shit she’s been through she might die from a heart attack next dumb argument she has with you. So, she keeps quiet. Watched from the shadows. What you do, what makes you react, and she has you down tight.

Clothes thrown around her bedroom floor. It’s not new, it’s messy. Handcuffs cutting deep into the soft skin of your wrists, arms pulled behind your back. Your back arched to the sky it seems as Jill feasted on your cunt from behind.

One of her hands holding the middle of the cuffs. Keeping you in that specific spot that has you crying and whining to move. Her right hand finding its way to hold one of your asscheeks apart. Her thumb constantly pushing itself in the wet silk of your cunt before quickly leaving.

You’ve both been at this for five minutes now. And no matter how many orgasms she could pull from your pretty body she wanted to see more.

“Jill..nnm..” Your breath heavy as she pulled away. Rewarding you with a slap to your ass as she leaned up. Her mouth dripping with your juices and salvia of her own. Her hand quick to reach over your body, grab your hair, and pull you to sit up. “Why’d you tell the bartender that, baby?”

Her words soft, though it meant nothing. She still had her plans to make you regret running your mouth.

Jill pushed herself to stand. Walking around her bedroom in search for her favorite strap. The best length and color, blue. Giving you time to explain yourself but all you did was give her a meaningless pout.

Stepping foot in front of you, she snapped the strap on. Tight. Head turned down to look at her stupid girlfriend on her knees below. “No good reason?” “M’sorry..” “Are you?”…..”Alright.” Jill ended the conversation. Her hand finding its way to your hair once again.

Jill didn’t wait. Why would she? She leaned, pressing the blue silicone to your lips. “Sometimes.. you piss me off,” her hand dragged your head closer. Pushing the dildos tip past your lips.

“Do you do that on purpose? Like.. let’s fuck with Jill today..” She rambled. Pushing her hips forward, her dick deeper. It brings out a quiet choke from you. She doesn’t pull away. “Do you want to answer? Tell me why you mess with me?” You shake your head, she nods. A quick thrust to the back of your throat makes you regret.

Jill doesn’t pull away immediately. She keeps that position for three more seconds. She only pulls when she sees you gag. She didn’t need you throwing up. She’d have to clean that up. Jill was nice enough to give you a tiny break before another small thrust inside your mouth.

You kept your gaze up, watery eyes looking deep into her brown hues. Trying to make her feel an ounce of remorse. But.. this is Jill we’re talking about. She only rewarded you with another thrust of her hips. Her hand tight in your hair. It’s amazing she could do all of this with a straight expression. She kept her pace. Fucking your throat softly. Earning little gags and soft whines from the same throat her dick was fucking into.

After little time and a boring sigh from Jill she pulled away completely. Spit connected to the silicone, running down the side of your mouth. Jill stepped behind you, leaning down to her knees as well, and wrapped a stiff arm around your neck.

“Jill—“ Her arm only tightened. Your words deduced to nothing but a choked sob. “Shut up for a moment.”. Jill hummed. Her free hand pushing down on the toy to slip it inside the warmth of your cunt.

She let out a quiet groan as she pushed in. As if the cock was her own. You were so wet of her spit and your cream she slid right in. It was slippery the way she thrusted and would accidentally slip out. The muscle of her bicep keeping your head up in that headlock against her chest. Slick, wet, and dirty skin pressed against each other.

Jill fucked like she killed. Rough, hard. Other than her great flexibility she’s praised for. Her hips moving in a constant pattern that gave you no break. Keeping you wide awake anytime she’d even peep your eyes closing. No, she can’t let that happen. “Baby, hey, hey.. wake up.” She’d whisper in your ear. Making sure to fuck into you just a little harder. Hard enough to make you flinch and gurgle out. She loved every second of it.

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I need suggestions 💔

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!! Mature content! Sexual themes! Oneshot!!! Dark themes! Eren is violent (kind of.) Eren is NOT a good person here.. again. Major mischaracterization on Erens part!! (This is rlly short.)

A/N: I wrote these back in 2024. I do not write any more mlw fics and focus more on wlw these days. So any mlw fics I post that are one shots will not be continued.. ever. Though, I will consider doing longer lesbian oneshots if wanted. Please ask questions! Give suggestions.

The light flickers in the dimming room. God, they have to get those fixed. The air is thick surrounding two people standing near one another. “I’ll get this straight, I don’t have feelings for you and I never will,” Eren’s deep and cold voice wasn’t something new.

The tension between you two had always been awkward and complicated. Eren used to be a happy and loving person with his love, Mikasa, until you appeared and was forced into an arranged marriage with him.

Everything had changed since then. He turned into this cold and distant person, he had made his words clear ever since day one. He did not fuck with you.

That is what he said to you three days ago. Way before you both got the jarring news of being forced to bear children for the combined family. And this is what leads you to now. Lying on your back in your huge shared bed. Riches combined and you both found yourselves living in them.

One of his calloused hands wrapped around the soft of your neck. Whispering such dirty words in your ear as his hips moved on their own. This has been going on for a lot longer than you could put together anymore.

“Fucking disgusting.”

His eyes staring deep into yours. Hearing every moan from your lips. He wanted to gag. But, he didn’t. His cock hitting your insides. Enough to hurt at the angle. It’s messy. Wet sounds heard every time he’d push the body of his cock inside of your pussy.

He didn’t want to admit it at all but you felt so.. good. And he hated you for it. Your pussy all creamy from his last orgasms. He’d pull back just enough to look down at the white mess in between your legs.

Sometimes he wished it was Mikasa underneath him. Maybe he’d actually smile for a change.

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!! Mature content! Sexual themes! Oneshot!!! Dark themes! Eren is violent (kind of.) Eren is NOT a good person here!! Manipulation!!

Eren Yeager. Eren damn Yeager. Eren fucking Yeager. What a sweet boy in the training camps. Learning about ODM gear and where to slice at the titans nape to bring them down. You were more of a background character. Simple as that. Never getting yourself in drama and overall just here to learn. You didn’t grow up with Eren other than when you both first met when you were fifteen. Then sixteen, then seventeen, now eighteen. Eren grew up. His hair longer, voice deeper. Holy shit.. you stared Eren down. Watching him talk to Mikasa and Armin. That’s when the first crush blooms hit you straight in the fucking face.

You’ve never been so jealous of another girl until now. Mikasa. Always Mikasa. Not only was she a fucking beauty but she was strong. Killing the most titans out of everyone in the small group they were in. She was so damn cold.. meaning she was so cool. Cool as hell. What made things worse was that Eren and Mikasa lived together their whole childhood. Yeah, Mikasa was adopted but that didn’t mean anything. Ugh, the more you thought about it the more you just wanted to die.

Eren was on your mind 24/7. Making up fake scenarios in your head of Eren pulling you into a kiss in front of everyone, goddddd you needed him so badly. Days of you just watching Erens every move. Commander Levi catching on and almost forcing you to get over your little crush or tell him. Tell him? TELL EREN?? Oh? He thought you were stupid, no— he KNEW you were stupid because here you were confessing to Eren. Your voice soft, avoiding his eye gaze as you told him:

“I like you…”

What a big dummy. What a big eye roll. Sex. What a strong thing. Sex was reproduction but it felt like Eren didn’t want to reproduce. You were a virgin— well, you used to be a virgin. Funny enough. In the back of your mind you couldn’t believe you let Eren see you like this, touch you, fuck you. But the attention. Isn’t this what you wanted? You wanted Eren right? Sex and no aftercare, rough when you begged him to stop, feeling his hands holding the air from your neck. How horrible.

Blindness. You couldn’t see. Tears in your eyes, glasses somewhere thrown around the room, the feeling of your hole being abused by him. No mercy. One thing you were thankful for was when he pulled his hands away from your neck. Gasping for air but for two reasons. He let your neck go but he also pulled out, roughly. You couldn’t even let out a sound, a whine before you were turned around and pressed down to the cold counter. Your makeup ruined, lashes clamped together from your tears. Your chest pressed against the counter, so cold.

Not one time would he ever give you a single praise. You were always a slut, a toy, a bitch. Feeling the roughness of his hand move up your back, to your nape, to your hair. Your head forcefully pulled back. Feeling his tip tease your hole. Slipping in and then out, his finger moving down to rub against your clit making you cry out. Feeling him slam inside you was enough to elect a scream from your mouth. Moans mixed in with whines, sobs, everything you could think of.

You couldn’t think. You barely even remembered your own name at this point. You felt like your brain was mushed together. Your tear stained face, your eyes turning to gaze up at him as your head was turned up forcefully by his hand. His head above yours so you had to fully look up at him. No words, well you couldn’t speak anyway. Feeling something warm and wet hit your tongue, his spit. That’s so fucking disgusting. As much as you hated spit this would freak you the fuck out.

You hated spit, you hated your spit, other spit, JUST SPIT. it’s fucking nasty but you swallowed it. You swallowed his fucking spit. You’ve never gone so far for a guy who didn’t even like her. You swallowed it because he told you too. Because you love him.. right? You’d do absolutely anything but defy him. Your stomach felt sick. Hands gripping the counter tighter, you felt like you’d break a nail. Moans more hurriedly. Choking on your own sobs and words as you tried to warn him.

“Gonna— cu—cum..”

Cries and hiccups coming from you. God, what did you do to deserve this?