First Attempt Of Smutty Blog Angel

Listen; a diva wanted to write some yuri type stuff yk aka I want to lick Abby Anderson clean WLW ONLY

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Intro post!!! + other stuff

Hi, I’m Angel and this is my first attempt at making a smut blog and I’m deciding to make this so I can define my boundaries and whatnot like others do.

Requests!

I do not mind requests at all (honestly they’re always opened) but if there is something you reference, for example, a show that you want the fic to be based off of that I haven’t seen or know anything about… there’s probably not gonna be a fic. Also if I don’t like what’s being requested due to yk boundaries your request probably won’t be made.

Do’s!

I will do:

Mostly anything

Don’t’s!

I will not do:

Scat (not for me, watersports is okay though)

Incest

Underage

Raceplay/other problematic kinks/fetishes

Fandoms!

Arcane, Avatar, Tlou, Rdr, Blue Eye Samurai and BG3

Extra!

Add me on animal crossing pocket camp if u want 😼😼

[myfavbuckyfics]

When you find an x reader fic with your favorite characters but "Reader" is biologically related to a canon white character,has pink folds and pink nipples,has blonde hair and green eyes halfway into the story and is actually named Olivia or Jessica this whole time.

My POC ass : K,I guess I'll fuck off then.

[laughinghare]

How it feels when you try to find a fanfic where the MC/reader isn't a white tiny woman, who for some reason isn't capable of intelligent thoughts and just keeps crying and following the ML/romantic interest like she is a child who keeps needing saving and crying

She is also either tiny and small or "chubby" (it's not chubby it's literally just the same white girl with huge breasts and big ass and thighs)

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

How would be jinx with a gyaru darling? Like fluff and also smut headcanons? It's hard to find gyaru stuff (;つД｀) love ya♡♡

Hell yeah, I think this would be super sweet!!

Cw! Dom! Jinx, sub! Reader, mentions of jinx being a munch, faint bit of exhibitionism if you squint

Tldr: jinx and gyaru reader, oh so fashionable ♥️

A/n: this is like small bc I’m whooped, I haven’t posted anything in a bit I’ve just had one wild last week

Sfw

You two both do each other’s makeup all the time and she especially loves it when you doll her up in your style, I can just imagine it

Lowkirkenly with jinx being the Zaun’s official nepo baby, you’re probably spoiled rotten by her

You literally never run out of makeup too

“Babe, aughhh- I ran out of my lashes!!” You’d say and then immediately be met by the sight of like ten new pairs of them presented to you like you’re a queen

She’s on one knee and everything

In a way, I think she really does marvel at you

You’re just so damn gorgeous to her

She’d take you to the best of shops to buy you all the gal fashion you could want

Buying outfits to match yours too

Jinx probably watches you with hearts in her eyes as you practice parapara

You mess up a step and grumble, hearing her snicker behind you

“What? You just so cute mad.” She’d tell you, kissing your cheek

Nsfw

Oh

My

Goodness

110% percent sure half the time you doll each other up, you fuck the makeup off each other

Jinx makes it her personal mission to make sure by the time you’re done, your eyeliners streaked everywhere, your mascara’s smudged and your lipstick smeared

It’s like a reward to her :))

Drags you to the bathroom to eat you out while clubbing cause you just looked so good that night

She’s a damn beast at times

Takes you to a photo booth acting all innocent just to wreck you and have four frames of evidence

One freaky frog that’s for sure

With her usually rage-baity manner, she’s probably way into edging

Cause what’s better than getting you all hot and bothered and getting to see your pretty face react?

Nothing, that’s what

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

more !nerd ellie x emo reader perhaps ..👀

Perhaps… yes! Hell yeah, this was lowkey my beautiful brain child. Like let that loser girl get some action ✊

Cw! Sub! Ellie, dom! Reader, mentions of manipulation, mentions of being taken advantage of, cunniglingus, scaredy cat Ellie

Tldr: you and Ellie have been going pretty steady but poor girl is scared of spooky movies… maybe if you made her focus on something else…

A/n: sooo my mom left my dad… yowzer also I’ve picked up reading again so that’s why this is taking me forever took me a whole WEEK to post this

You and Ellie have been going pretty steady since the whole bathroom “incident”. Going to each other’s houses, sleeping over, pda in the halls all cliche-like just because you could. Sure, a few snide comments came from others but you really couldn’t care. You had your girl, your knee-high converse you saved up for and your signed MCR poster; life just couldn’t possibly get better.

The two of you were having another sleepover together, this time at her place. Over your span of weekend stays you met each other’s families. Joel had grown quite accustomed to you, a slight twitch in his lips each time you came around. Inwardly, he was so happy that Ellie had found herself another friend in her school, a bit happier that you were her lover but guarded too.

In the beginning, Joel was colder, more stoic when you came around. He wouldn’t even say hello, he’d just grunt in response when Ellie introduced you to him. It confused you; what was he so pissed about? You didn’t even do anything! The first few times you came over it was just the same cold look, grunt and grumble. Ellie would reassure you when you got to her room, “Don’t mind him, he- he just looks like an asshole.” You’d nod and try to believe her but you honestly thought he just had some sort of a vendetta against you

It didn’t register to you then that you weren’t the first girl that Ellie brought into the house. No, she wasn’t bringing girls in cause she slings poonani like an alpha but she’d get attractive girls from class coming over to use her for passing grades. A “Oh, you’re so sweet, Ellie.”, here and a barely there pec on the cheek and just like that, they were gone and avoiding Ellie in the halls. And Joel thought you were one of them…

Until you continued to come over repeatedly, he finally realized “damn, this one is serious”. He let his guard down and let his strong built walls drop and finally you had gotten to hear a “hello” a few visits ago. It made you smile, feel glad that you were becoming respected actually. Like a metamorphosis.

You and Ellie were bundled up in her room, winter break gave you all the time in the world to be close to each other. The two of you were cuddling, content in your jammies while she had some movie playing in the background, Jurassic Park, was it?. It was sickly cozy and sweet, and every time she’d look at you, she’d smile to herself. God, was Ellie adorable. Sometimes she’d talk to you about dinosaurs like a historian which you listened to with completely focus; she spit out so many factoids you almost felt as if there’d be a quiz later.

When her film was over, you got to pick one from her collection. She had a good amount of dvd’s, you admired that. Sifting through, you find a horror movie of yours that you fancy and choose to put in. If there’s Christmas in July then why can’t there be Halloween in December? That’s the way you saw things at least. You think again about the movie collection; maybe that’s what Ellie spent her allowance on, or maybe she had a job or tutoring was a real bountiful side hustle. You weren’t quite sure.

Crawling back into her bed, you easily spot that her expression had changed faintly. Where ease and comfort used to be now was tense and a good bit unsteady, you obviously take notice. “Ellie, are you good?” You ask her, moving to take her hand in yours. She attempts to sound unbothered. “I- uhh, yeah! Yeah, mhm.” That did NOT sound convincing in the slightest so you press on the matter. “Ellie, for real.”

Your precious girl continues to look grim but she does answer your question honestly. “I’m like….” Her voice falters as her face flusters, telltale signs of her embarrassment. “I’m really scared of horror movies.” She finally admits, like an unholy confession, utterly defeated. Momentarily you feel a bit of guilt; you didn’t want to scare your Ellie-bear… but if she was so scared then why did she have so many scary movies?

“Why so many horror movies then, Els?” You’re puzzled because this makes no sense. Scaredy-cat + horror = no horror usually but not in Ellie’s case. This equation was fucked. “Well… for you.” God… it was such a damn sweet move, your heart skipped a beat. Ooh, stupid Ellie and her big gay heart, you wanted to eat her alive. That cuteness aggression you heard about was definitely coursing through. “Not too scared, are you?” Your thumb strokes over her knuckles in a soothing motion. Ellie shakes her head ‘no’, while you don’t quite believe her, you don’t change the movie either.

Thirty minutes come and her grip on your hand is tight as ever in a vice-grip. Her eyes would squeeze shut at every cheap scare that you could see a mile away. “Calm down….” You told her, making your head lay on her shoulder to ground her. A part of you admired how she tried to endure for you but another part really just wanted her to stop being in so much fear.

So you make her focus on something else.

“F-fuck—“, she whines above you, warm from being under the blankets, dino ones, her fav. “I- we can’t e-even watch it together n-now really.” Ellie wriggled lightly but you made her stay put, hands holding her firm while you lap away at her pretty pussy, pubic hair tickling your nose but you don’t mind much when she tastes so damn good. Maybe it was the fear? Fear tasted good as does innocence, so people have said. Her hips grind into your tongue flicking against her clenching hole, teasing and making Ellie stupid wet.

When you get a good swipe around her clit, her thighs clench hard around your face, nearly cutting off airflow but the gorgeous moan she let out made it worth it. “Haaah— fuck!” But then she immediately clams up, embarrassed. “D-do you think Joel h-huh-heard?” You don’t know why she bothered asking, your mouth was busy right now. All that mattered to you was this sweetness you got on top of you. Her hands fist in your hair, whining and sniffling as you fuck her hole with her tongue, feeling slick gather around your lips. The oral fixation went hard.

As for if Joel heard? No, he was out on the porch reading through some book or another with his readers on. Completely unaware that you’re tonguing his daughter stupid. “Don’t stop— please,”, she sniffles, trying to arch into what feels good. You follow her desperate arches, and MAN was your face getting drenched, super soaker Ellie. You’re getting crazy with it, lapping up all you can and letting her grind her clit against your nose. “EEK!” A jumpscare from the movie; she jolted and you could feel her body react, slick slipping from her hole. Fuck, you HOPE Joel didn’t hear her this time.

She’s so sensitive it’s not even funny. You’re literally her first and probably her only to ever get this far. “Nghhh— fuck…”, Ellie cries out, poor tears dripping down her face as she ruts her swole nub against your nose. Aww, is poor Ellie gonna cum? You nearly say those mocking words but your mouth is busy right now tonguing her soaked cunt. Juices drip from her pussy lips and down your mouth, the bed might need tending to after, you fear. And what would Joel do when he smells sex in Ellie’s bedroom? ‘So bad’, Ellie thinks but a new wave of arousal goes through her. Feeling bad felt good now.

Then another cry leaves her, loud and high. “Ewwie, shwut uhwp—!“, you manage underneath her. The last thing you needed was for Joel to come in and catch the both of you like this, then you’d NEVER be able to see each other. That seemed worse than death. You keep up pace, going a bit faster and she just can’t. shut. up. “Ghhh— fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’tstopdon’tstop—“, jutting and moving her hips at that right angle, getting herself off on you. Her thighs tighten around you bad and your oxygen is cut off but man… the taste of her cum is so good. Sweet with a salty aftertaste.

Tired, she moves off of you. Laying back in bed, not even moving to pull her panties back on. She pulls you right into her, both of you honestly worn out by everything. Another jumpscare comes on screen, but she’s got her head buried in your chest.

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Nervous virgin reader x Vi giving reader strap for the first time (thank you!)

I’m sending a pattern… a ton of my asks are about the strap so I’m gonna try a dif format out for this one. But I love all these asks so much, no lie, it makes me feel good to write, love u guys.

Cw! Virgin! Reader, first time, dom! Vi, sub! Reader, strap usage, reader receiving the strap, mention of masturbation

Tldr: vi is ur first and you’re vi’s first first timer iykwim

A/n: low-key getting bummed out again; the air quality is shit, the planet is going down hill and I just wanna croak like everything sucks THE LAST THING I WANT IS CABIN FEVER IN THE SUMMER

I feel like vi is def one with her strap, like she’s got wicked good strap game

She doesn’t play when it comes to the strap

When you two got together, she didn’t think much of your past experience

It just never was a thought that came to mind

But now here you were, in bed with her, getting frisky, following her lead

When she starts to unbutton her pants, you can feel your heart pounding like a war drum

Finally telling her, “Vi— I’ve never done this before.” While she’s mid-unbutton, peering up at you dumbly

“Oh.” She said. “Really?”

She totally thought you had sex before, maybe more than once

Vi really thought, she really did, paused there, still staring

“Do you, like, still wanna, y’know?” She asked gently, fiddling with her pants zipper

You think on it for a second, knees up to your chest

She doesn’t push you or anything, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for your answer

“Yeah, but be gentle.” You tell her, feeling a bit of those jitters come in

Your first time, your firsts of many; first time and first time getting the strap

“Hey, I’ll be on my best behavior.” She smiled with her usual charm

She kisses your cheek, placing her hand a top yours, a promise

Her pants are shed as are your underwear to the foot of the bed

She’d play it slow with you, making sure you really are comfortable

Her eyes speak more than any comforts do from her lips, soft and lidded but utterly attentive

Vi would literally rather die than have you feel uncomfortable in any way at all

Doesn’t let the strap inside you at first but fingers you, making sure you’re prepped

She finds spots you were never near reaching when you played with yourself

You’d whine a bit, moaning when she rubbed over your sweet spot

Vi would continue feeling over it slowly, her fingers getting more and more drenched by your slick

Your thighs tremble, almost just cumming from this but she pulls her fingers away

She coats her strap in lube even though your slick would probably work all the same

To put it bluntly, she’s got you sopping wet and willing

“You ready?” You are, of course

The tip of the straps buds between your wet lips at first

Then she slides inside completely, taking it easy still

It’s like she’s afraid to break you, she treats you like glass

Which is another thing, as much of a lady killer Vi is, i don’t think taking virginities was something she got up to

It’s your first time and it’s her first time being someones first time

First time ception

Her thrusts are slow to begin, she says “you okay?”, “you good?”, “does it feel alright?” a million times

It’s a constant with the check ins

You appreciate it but by the 1,001 ask you tell her through soft moans, “Vi, shut up and just fuck me.”

Then she finally realizes that you were far from the glass-girl she thought you were

Her tense shoulders ease and she finally relaxes

She doesn’t drive into you crazy style; rest assured your pussy was not gonna be sore after this

Vi lost herself into it a bit, your noises just egging her on

#whipped

When you hold onto her tight, she swears she could cum on the spot

And when you clench around her strap, crying out in pleasure you both end up cumming together

Once you aren’t as sensitive, she slides the strap out of you, stroking your thighs

Oh, such a vision to her; you’re utterly spent, just barely awake

“Was it good?” She asks yet again but soft with a smile, letting your head fall on your shoulder as she drapes a blanket over you two

You nod, soon falling asleep

A/n again: sorry if this is ass, I’m low-key on my depression arc again. When I go through my twitter feed I either get the sillies or doom-slop. Just what I need; existential dread with my Caitvi fanart the next scroll down. Angel and the bummer-summer, I say like goddamn

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Jinx using a strap on inexperienced Reader pls. Not a virgin Reader but someone who just wasn't adventurous or sexually curious before dating Jinx.

This isn't part of the request but I imagine that it was so good for Reader that she asks for it often afterwards

There was like 3 total jinx asks in my inbox and they were all something along the lines of yhis sooo I’ll just use this ask I hope you enjoy!! 🖤

Cw! Inexperienced! User, dom! Jinx, sub! Reader, strap usage, jinx using the strap, clit stimulation, strap referred to as cock, praise

Tldr: jinx dicks u down with the strap so good u feel…concupiscent…

A/n: low-key I can only get off playing w my clit, like… does anyone else relate? Also I’m low-key feeling depressed but trying to push through ✊

You were in bed with Jinx, watching her assemble… the strap!! In means of sex, you were quite basic, one could say. Well, hmm, maybe not basic, you just weren’t that adventurous, you didn’t feel a need to try out other things. You simply liked what you liked and stuck to what you liked.

But then proposed the idea of trying out the strap, and you were willing to. She grinned after you had agreed, promising you that she’d be the best (and only) strap fuck of your life. Kissing your cheek to seal the deal before going on to think of how well she’d have you. Lil pep in her step and everything, probably did a heel click.

Now here you were, on her bed, breathy and wet by the foreplay, watching her put it on. Nifty, you think as she crawls over to your side, harness on and everything. Dipping her hand into her bedside table drawer for some lube, coating the strap just to be sure she doesn’t hurt you or make it feel uncomfortable at all or anything.

“Are you ready?” She asks, making sure you were still up for this. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.” Moving in between your legs, the tip of her strap kissing your slit. You give her a nod, letting her start. She does.

Inch by inch, her average-sized strap sinks into you. Not a painful stretch, just a bit different. Working her way inside you until she bottoms out. You clench around it, whining at the blissful intrusion, cunt full of her cock. Fuck, you’re starting to like this already, pussy starting to drench the strap.

She takes notice, seeing your face caught in pleasure. “Like it, huh? I’m that good, princess?” Feeling a bit cocky, smirking down at you. “But it’s not too much, right? You’re good?” You nod, debauched but still capable of response.

Pulling the strap back before thrusting in and out of you slow so you don’t get overwhelmed yet… yet. “S-shit… this isn’t— isn’t bad.” You manage to get out, arching into her thrusts. Milking all sorts of pretty noises out of you. Your arms wrap around her, keeping her close while she fucks you with those slow thrusts.

Jinx watches as you moan and whine on it, seeing how drenched you make the strap. “Hnghh…”, pussy fluttering around her strap. “Feels so good….” Letting her ruin her slow. “I know, I know.” Starting to pick up the pace now. Listening to your pussy squelch around her length.

“You take it so good, baby.” She praises you, fucking you with pure love, with reverence unmatched by any other lover of yours. Hand coming down to toy with your pretty, swollen clit, rubbing it slow while the thrusts speed up. Your back arches, eyes lolling to the back of your head for a second.

Melting back into the bed from the feeling, from everything. Tearing up and holding onto the pillow as she rocks your world. Jinx is feeling pretty proud of herself and you; you tried something out that you both like. You’re stupid wet, even more so since she’s playing with your clit.

“Mm, faster— just a bit, please?” You whine out, chest rising and falling with every breath. Feeling heat pool un your belly, letting out a pretty noise. “Mmngh….” Crying freely now, you didn’t care anymore. Hands sliding from being wrapped around Jinx’s shoulders to her hips, arching back into every thrust you give.

You’re weeping, so is your pussy, Jinx’s too; getting you off got her off. Keeping up pace, making sure to keep on rubbing your clit with her thumb, so enamored with that needy, sensitive nub of yours. “Haah— fuck, Jinx— please—“, you writhe beneath her, body sent into heavenly overdrive. You cry out, sniffling, “I’m cumming- fuck—,” broken off by a stupid hot moan. Pleasure making your body feel as if set ablaze, rolling through wave by wave.

She pulls out, taking the harness off and taking you into her arms, letting you come down from your high. Your now empty, creamy cunt clenched around nothing, saddened by the lacking of any contact. You melt into it, her embrace was quite warm and comforting as ever while she strokes your hair as well as your back.

“So, what’s your take, sweet cheeks?” Pressing a dramatic smooch to your temple. You brush away any remaining tears, sniffing what need be sniffled and give her an answer. “Good, oh my— real good.” Resting your head against her shoulder, positively flushed head to toe from this sexual escapade.

One thing running through your mind; ‘fuck, we should do this again sometime…’

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Y’all, here ye here ye what are good writing tips for smut, I feel like my work could definitely be better than what it is low-key… 😢 id like input pretty please

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Cw! Bullying, dom! Reader, sub! Ellie, fingering, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, dacryphilia, highschool au

Tldr: Nerd Ellie x emo reader uhh 2000s au!

A/n: this was like my brain baby a week back then I fell into a slump aaand then I finally finished it today woo hoo! Everybody kiss my ass in the comments 😋😋😋

Ellie Williams, ‘Smellie’ to bullies, ‘beautiful’ to you. She was yours but just didn’t know it yet. Oh, the way those glasses of hers would slide down her nose, the flannels she wore, probably stealing them from Joel’s closet, her steady honor roll record; you loved it. Watching her in the locker room after gym slide clothes back on just to see what underwear she wore as she sheepishly peeked around to make sure no one was looking at her. Never caught your gazes though, you consider yourself lucky.

Ughh, that stupid ratty sports bra she wore, oh fuck off, she wore that just for you, didn’t she? You shake your head, stupid smirk on your face, unaware that you were getting looked at. “Tch, stupid emo bitch is off in her own world….” Some random whispered to their friend, nudging their buddy’s arm. The other letting out a huff of laughter. “Is something funny?!” The teacher says, bringing attention to the two ‘jokesters’. Mumbled ‘no’s and ‘nah’s follow.

You roll your eyes, while your style was rapidly spreading over MySpace and other socials, you figured that in school you were gonna get picked on. But you really didn’t care, haters gonna hate and your money was gonna go to trips to the Hot Topic at your local mall.

The bell rings, you collect your things and put them in your backpack. Leaving class to always go the path that passes by Ellie’s locker just cause… tee hee, you were so pussy whipped it wasn’t even funny. Your backpack is slung over your shoulder, starting down the hallway. Made sure you wore your finest; lace cami under a striped long sleeve shirt, two belts over top each other, jean shorts with ripped black tights underneath and your converses on. You had that shit on, trust.

Making your way down the hall, you get closer and closer to her locker, getting giddier and giddier internally. But something isn’t right, a meathead jock is hassling her. Now what in tarnation!! What did Ellie ever do to him?! Consider your feathers ruffled.

“What the fuck is this, huh? You’re drawing that little emo bitch in class?” He has her notebook busted wide open, as she tries to get it back. “Give it back!” She says, trying to reach for it but her attempts prove quite unfruitful. So uh… she liked you too. Game changer, that one. Made you feel justified in your crushing on her but also, who the hell are these assholes judging your girl? She looks so damn upset too.

You want to approach the ordeal, ready to defend your dream girl but you can’t really find the words that quickly. But then the two of them see you there, the bully’s smirk growing, ready to let out another biting comment but Ellie, poor Ellie. Her face drops even more, flushing with embarrassment. She rushes away, notebook abandoned as she runs to the bathroom, more than likely to cry cause she just got caught with her really gay doodles of her crush.

The bully backs away, taking the notebook with him before dunking it in the trash. You retrieve it however, taking it with you to the bathroom that Ellie ran off to. She doesn’t know it’s you thats coming in as she quietly weeps in the stall.

You knock on her stall like it’s a front door, “Hey, Ellie, I got your notebook.”, you tell her and she’s mortified. “Oh—“, she sniffles. “Thank you.” She says, curling in herself. “Let me in?” You ask her gently enough. Ellie thinks it over; you were the prettiest girl in school to her, utterly beautiful but also wary. What if someone set you up to this? Some sort of guise to humiliate her? What if the idealized version of you she had in her head was the complete opposite to reality?

But she’s prepared to sacrifice her day dreams for a shot with you. She opens the stall door, it freaks real slow like and she looks at you. Cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and little tears still dripping down. You move in to wipe them away, trying not to coo over her too much. And now you’re both in the stall, tight fit.

She looks so cute there, her heart pounding like a bunny cornered by a hungry wolf. “So, uhm… you’re not mad about me drawing you?” Ellie manages to stammer out. “I don’t mind.” You tell her, loving the way she squirms under your gaze. Your hand slides to her hips, holding her there. Her breath catches, bamboozled that you’d really find any interest in her.

Your hands dip into her pants, and you just know her mind’s gone blank. “I— huuh- mm….” Like a deer in headlights, her gaze is entirely stuck on you as you tease. You’re 90% sure her glasses are gonna fog up. “Look at you,” you coo quietly, fingers playing with the hem of her boxers. Utterly adorable with her breathlessness.

Finally, you slip your hand into her boxers, feeling over her flourishing bush. She nearly slinked away but you keep her there. “No, don’t run away from me.” You tell her, still keeping your hands there. Hands slipping through such small curls to her clit, gently rubbing circles over it.

The bell for 6th period already rang, both of you were late no doubt about that but this was better. She squirms, keeping close. Moaning quietly but so pretty in your ear. “Ahhhnnh— mmmh….” Already tearing up because she just feels so lucky. Crying into your shoulder lightly while you feel through slick, sliding one finger in.

But then you feel your shoulder get a little wet, instinctively pulling your hand back but she grabs it before you fully leave her needy. “Why are you crying?” You ask. “I- did I do something wrong, Ellie?” Urghh, her name on your tongue; she was getting wetter by the minute. “I just—“, cut off by a sniffle. “I can’t believe that you-you’d like me enough to w-wanna do this.” Still all teary, but so darling.

She’d think ‘god, I’m such a loser crying on her shoulder, she probably thinks I’m a crybaby’ but still, she holds tight onto the hand in her boxers. “Don’t stop, okay? Please?” Ellie begged quietly, head still against your shoulder. “Please.” And you give her what she wants.

Fingering her in the stall, so dirty, so uncharacteristic for Ellie to be in such a position. You feel proud of her, she’s getting out of her comfort zone. I mean, if her comfort zone is not having sex in a stall. But that’s whatever. She’s so wet that her underwear was stupid drenched no doubt.

“Haah— mghh, don’t stop….” She whined, holding onto you tight, now she can’t keep eye contact anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck….” Ellie’s so hushed, it’s cute. You can feel every little huff of breath of hers against your neck, every whine and whimper, every moan and cry.

You finger her nice and slow, making sure to curl them right against her sweet spot just to hear her cry out. Every touch was torture but the sweetest, slowest torture she’s ever felt. Whining against you and bucking into your touch. Rutting against your palm, dear god.

Ellie holds onto you with a white knuckle grip. “Oh, fuck… please don’t stop, please, please.” Clenching her legs, so you tend to her clit while you finger her, driving her crazier. “Nghh, haah— no fair- it’s not fair—“, drool coming from her bottom lip onto your shoulder. Sniffing, “You’re gonna k-kill me, I swear.”

It’s such a pretty picture; Ellie, flustered, crying and drooling, holding onto you tight as hell. A virgin maybe? Unexperienced, no doubt at least. “Oh god—“, she feels so damn weak in the knees. “Mghhh… shit— don’t— ohhh—“, grip so tight on your wrist that she probably bruised you.

Her legs quiver with her orgasm, hand leaving yours to encircle around your waist. Trying to come down from it all. Panting against you, man, you wondered if Ellie gooned to the thought of you. Hmmm, food for thought, we’ll ask that one later. You pull your hand away, holding her too.

Then another bell, 7th period. You guys have spent a majority of class time in this damn stall. She shakes her head. “We’re gonna get in so much trouble….” She sighs, whumped. How she loathed the idea of detention. Poor girl.

[dontbesoquicktowalkaway]

Hi this is dom vi anon just wanted to say thank you for the fic it was amazing!! you've made another masterpiece once again <3

You know it, writing yuri by day and gooning to Abby Anderson by night 😼 jk thank u so much gang, I’m glad u liked it ❤️

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Hii I love your work!! maybe like super mean rough dom Vi (as much as you would like ofc) like she uses her muscles and strength to just pounce reader but also Vi give reader sweet aftercare x

We shall see… ofc, 1 order of Vi with a side of rough dom coming up.

Cw! Mean!dom! Vi, sub! Reader, full nelson, mating press, strap usage, strap referred as ‘dick/cock’, degradation, slight slapping, slight dumbification, manhandling, overstimulation, clit rubbing, crying

Tldr: vi fucks you mean… your gonna feel the phantom strap in you for a couple of days trust

A/n: can’t get pictures like usual up it’s pmo so this post is gonna b naked as hell…

Her arms are wrapped tight around you, muscles flexing. Your back is to her chest as she pounds into you, she’s got you locked in the full nelson. A true show of strength.

The pace she set was brutal, definitely bound to make your pussy sore by the end of this. But you loved it, getting wrecked thoroughly by her. VI’s hands were rough from boxing and time spent in Stillwater, they were strong too, holding you up.

You’re in front of the mirror, watching her cock slam in and out of you, slick running down from your pussy down your thighs. She snarls, “Look at you, huh? You like it, don’t you? Being used like the whore that you are?” You smile faintly, mostly blissed out from all the pleasure. One hand of hers slaps your face, squishing your cheeks together just as quickly.

Saying more nasty words, dragging her cock against your walls. “Fuck— you don’t even deny it. You were meant for this, weren’t you? Just to take my dick.” Loud moans leave you, she’s finding your sweet spot and is absolutely abusing it.

You feel another orgasm approaching, overwhelming as the rest and she notices. She can ready your body like the alphabet, you’re her lover after all. Vi rubs your poor clit until you writhe in your grasp, crying out at the pleasure.

Your body arches as you cum, constricting around the strap. But you hardly have any time to come down from the high of it all as she immediately practically tosses you into bed. She slides the strap back inside, continuing her harsh pace.

She folds you, knees near touching your shoulders as she fucks you deep, dick grinding right against your cervix. “Fuck, just can’t get enough, can you?” Vi rasps out, watching those sweet overwhelmed tears leave you. “Say it, say that you love being used by me.” Her hands tighten their grip on your thighs.

But you do get it out. “Y-yes, yeah— I lovvve it— i love being used by y-you.” Tears still dripping down your face. “Don’t stop— don’t stopp—“, you cry out, getting fucked raw by Vi.

The strap wrecks you inside and out. “Such a dumb slut, making you go dumb on my cock.” She looks down at you, watching the drool drip from your lips. Every moan of yours turned to whimpers. You’re nearly completely fucked out, getting to the end of the road of your sexual needs now. Vi can tell; you’re getting quieter, whinier and melting into her hold.

She rocks into you slower, pushing you over the edge one last time before pulling out. Her hands freeing their hold, letting you curl up further in bed. Vi takes the strap off, moving to lay next to you, stroking your hair. “You good? Sore? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Giving the gentle, rapid fire questions of an equally spent lover but one that cares, damnit.

You shake your head, she was quite alright. She rubs over your thighs, easing tension that might be there from her grasp. Kissing your head, making sure you’re good. She slides out of bed, not too far away, in arms reach. Vi digs comfy pjs to throw on, handing you a pair of her boxers and an oversized shirt of hers as she puts on the same.

Warm, you feel warm and it’s not just because you’re clothed and under the covers with an equally clothed Vi. It’s the warmth and the swell of love, you feel so loved. She terns on your favorite show, letting you fall asleep against her. Her arms wrapped around you close, you hear her heartbeat and her voice as you fall asleep. “I love you, baby.”

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Hot take!!

I absolutely hate when ppl write an ‘innocent’ or ‘inexperienced’ reader and they literally just act like a child 💀💀💀 like they have no sense of self and they just borderline act like toddlers. Like gang, i get corruption kinks and all but can fhe reader PLEASE be competent

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Hey u and ur sexy brain😝 what about possesive!sevika x reader where shes tough towards others but during sex is all needy and lovey

Was literally scrolling through twitter lookin at Sevvy art when this came in tee hee but me? MY sexy brain? Gah, c’mere you!! Jk but I’m delighted to write for Sevika.

Cw! Dom! Reader, sub! Sevika, strap usage, reader using the strap, praise

Tldr: sevika is a billy badass but is absolutely whipped for her lover as she should be ❤️

A/n: I think I really love writinf for sevika cause she’s low-key the one who got me to 300+ likes also (insert dreamy sigh) I wish she was real…

Sevika: right hand woman to Silco. Built of muscle and pure strength, commanded every room she walked into. But goodness, if she wasn’t all yours at the end of the day. She’d have her arm tight around your waist in public but will practically be glued right against to you.

It’s like a mask to you, an act of some sort which Sevika seemed to be a veteran in. She had a reputation to uphold, you see? So that mask was up with everyone; Silco, Jinx, randos on the street. She had to keep up appearances, strongest woman in Zaun, most powerful at least.

But after all that, after being all tough, strong and stoic, she winds up back home in your arms, melting in your grasp as you rub her back. “Oh, there you are, big girl.” Pulling her into a sweet embrace, oh, your lover’s back; what joy!! She’s tired and so are you because you stay up late waiting for her to come home but you’re both happy.

“Gotta stop staying up for me, baby, you need to get your beauty sleep.” She spoke, resting her cheek atop your head, so soft on you. “I missed you, sweetheart.” Sevika mumbled into your hair, your arms wraps around her waist. “Missed you too, ‘Vika.”

Her hand comes to tug at your shirt. “Please, can we tonight?” What she asked was implied, but you knew Sevika through and through. “Of course.” You’d love to, really. The two of you slink off to your bedroom, you guiding her there.

You bury your strap deep inside her as she lays back, whining and moaning gently in the night, arms wrapped around you. This was the payoff of having a long day aura farming and listening to Jinx yap. “R-right there, princess, ahhh- thank you.”

Honestly, you think she’s the princess here, getting your special treatment. “I thought about you— nghhhh- all day.” She whined, hips arching to meet your thrusts. “N-needed you so bad-“, watching you wreck her so damn lovingly.

With how wet she is, no doubt she’s been thinking of you all day. You smile as you keep your pace even, your darling Sevika was taking the strap so well. “Look at you, ‘Vika.” Your hand coming to cradle her face. “So beautiful.” Pumping in and out of her with so much tenderness this isn’t even sex anymore; you two are making love.

Her face flushes faintly, she quite liked praise as did most others. “Y-yeah?” She managed to get out. “Of course.” Your pace starts to speed up. “Oh, fuck-“, she whines, hands coming to pull your head in. Sevika kisses you deeply, both of you moaning into it.

Her arms wrap around you, keeping you practically skin-to-skin. “J-just like that, you don’t know how bad I needed this—“, she tells you, feeling start to rub against her sweet spot. Sevika practically melts into the bed. “Oh— please, don’t stop, please, please, please, sweetheart-, her face is tucked into your chest as you rub over that spot. Giving her some release from her hard day.

She deserves it after all. With your final thrusts, she cums on the strap, pulling you impossibly closer to cuddle. You let her burying her face into your chest, stroking her short strands, easing Sev to sleep.

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Requests are open guys, I’m bored as fuck and have semi writers block HELP A GIRL OUT

WLW ONLY!!!

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Cw! Cunningligus, face sitting, angst, death, no one is allowed to be happy, semi-jealous sex, reader gets emotional, dreams turning to nightmares

Tldr: you pick Rachel up yaaayyy but she’s low-key dead as hell

A/n: I’m watching Kubz scouts play lis and I’m on a roll deadass we should bring back kinning cuz i low-key feel for Rachel so bad that’s literally twin literally my sister from another mister

You were driving down one of the lonely Blackwell roads, going back home after work, the usual. It wasn’t bright out, the sun starting to set. The sky a darker blue, pretty though. Your phone was connected to the aux cord, a quiet drive sure wasn’t fun.

There’s something not out of the usual; a girl walking down the side of the street, away from some junkyard. You slowed down, trying to see who it was. It was late after all, about 7. There’s a pep in her step when she sees your car come closer. Your window coming down after she taps it. “Hey, man, you think you can give me a ride or something?” Rachel— your semi-buddy; kinda got sidelined after she’s been hangin with Chloe lately— asks you, charming as ever. You peer look at her, jeans dirty; strange.

“Sure, hop in.” Letting her in, she gets comfortable, adjusting the seat and everything, not buckling up though. “Sweet.” You drove good, not as reckless as Chloe. “Where you heading?” Looking at her, she was scrolling through Instagram, not paying attention. “Hello?” She notices you. “Oh, huh?”

You roll your eyes at her. “I said ‘where are you going’.” She gets up from slouching. “Uhhhhhhhh, your place.” But she says it like a question rather than an actual answer. “Don’t wanna go home tonight.” You don’t pry, partially because you don’t care.

“Alright, I’m expecting payment though.” You tease her. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” And you drive on into the night or err— near-night. Sweet, you wonder why she was walking down the road now. “I… uhm, Frank kicked me out of his trailer and I don’t want to face Chloe or my parents.” You shrug, you didn’t care too much. “You’re trouble, Rachel Amber.”

The two of you pull up into your driveway, leaving the car and chilling inside your place. It’s been some time since you two hung out, it’s not bad though. Her head’s on your shoulder, but her hand’s on your thigh.

Then she helps herself onto your lap. “Hey… about that payment.” And you think, why not? “Yeah?” She nods. The flannel comes off— the flannel; the Rachel Amber staple. You had no idea why she had so goddamn many. Got a whole closet of them, you’d imagine.

Ready to lock in and make sure you get your money’s worth, you guess. Her lips meet yours, not a bad kisser, not at all. Man, you haven’t had fun like this in a bit. It’s nice. You feel giddy as hell. Rachel’s a delight, one you’re getting a taste of tonight.

Let’s be serious, it wasn’t about ‘repayment’; it was about some damn fun. And fun you two of were having. She laid back, patting her chest, you understood the signal well enough. “Sit on your face?” Looking at her, starting to grin at her. “Of course, only the best for my chaperone.” Matching your grin.

You peel your pants away as well as your underwear and you got atop of her. Your belief is that she has quite a bit of experience because that tongue was great. 10/10, yes god. She starts by teasing at your slit, gently prodding with the tip of her tongue before giving wide laps with her whole tongue.

Her hands hold you down on top of her. Pleasing you pleased her, getting wet in her ripped jeans. “Shit, Rachel— you’re not bad at this.” You moan, hands threading in her hair, grinding into her a bit. She swipes at your slick, lapping it up like a woman starved.

“Probably do this all the t-time with Chloe, huh?” Now shamelessly grinding into her, getting your worth out of this Rachel interaction. “I’ve m-missed you, y-you know? You hhhardly come by.” Venting a bit while getting your pussy ate. Used to be glued to the hip before Chloe came into the mix, there was a time when you all used to hang out but then it just became Rachel and Chloe… then it started to be Rachel and what’s-his-name. It didn’t matter, you just missed Rachel.

“Y-you— you don’t come by anymore, I m-misss you-“, you whine, she’s skillful with her mouth. You’re even wetter now than you were before despite your emotions bubbling to the surface. Bumping your clit against her nose, it’s not bad.

Rolling your hips in time when her tongue moves. She finds way to your clit and gives it sweet suction, almost like an apology. ‘I’m sorry I don’t come around’, ‘I’m sorry I don’t call’. The pressure becomes greater and greater. Tears actually leaving you, she’s just bullying your clit at this point. You cum with a sob, “Why did you have to die?!”

You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping and crying. Trying to calm down but you find it pretty difficult. Damn it, you loved Rachel Amber, as many others did, it seems. Your panties were damn but your face was wetter. It’s been months since they found her body, a year since you moved away. Arcadia Bay had nothing for you now, absolutely nothing.

The pictures, Chloe telling you that they found her through call, the dark room. It hits you like a million bricks, big cries and sobs. Sniffling into your pillow, you were twenty but Rachel was still 19.

It wasn’t fair.

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Cw! Hurt no comfort, Rachel Amber, discovery of a corpse, high sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, slight sexual activity at end

Tldr: you and Chloe find Rachel, leaving you two disturbed

A/n: I wanted Chloe to suffer also this is kinda ass imo but I tried

You found her.

Her body partially claimed by the Earth, but the parts of her that weren’t remained. The stench invaded both of your nostrils, and Chloe cried, she cried and cried and cried.

You’ve never seen her so upset before, her face flushed with emotion, breaths shuddering, hands starting to tremor. “She— she— shouldnt— have— died—“, panic starting to hit as she holds onto you, nails digging into your skin.

It’s too much; Rachel Amber, dead, Rachel Amber, dead before she even got to live. Rachel Amber who wouldn’t be able to party, wouldn’t be able to date, or go back to school or move to LA but Rachel Amber, dead at 19, buried in rust and auto parts.

Chloe sobbed into your neck, unable to calm down at all. You wrap your arms around her, tears beading up in your eyes and falling down your face. No sobs left you, just quiet tears as you tucked her head away from where Rachel lies. Words of comfort didn’t leave you, you didn’t know what to say.

You stroked her back, her back shaking with those sobs. “Nooo— nononono—“, sniffling into you. “I loved her….” It came out in a wince. What could you do? What do you do? You had no idea.

She tries to think of how it goes, the 5 technique. Five things she can see: you, the old cars, garbage, the ground, Rachel rotting to nothing.

Four things she can touch: Your back to which she digs her fingers into, the dirt she dug up that’s still under her finger nails, herself which she would later unable to comprehend the trauma, and the gun she still had tucked away in her truck.

Three things she can smell: Rachel, Rachel was the only thing in the air right now. Rachel, her scent of rot, the smell of being gone, and you, just a bit of you, maybe your conditioner or body wash. She tried to focus on that.

Two things she can hear: Her cries and your sniffles. Rachel was right behind you two. You used to think she haunted you and Chloe’s relationship but now you were all together now, weren’t you?

One thing she can taste; Salty tears, her own.

It didn’t really help at all, did it?

Maybe thirty minutes passed, maybe an hour, an hour and a half. Eventually the smell of her rot became accustom for your noses, just like simple air. You’ve got to get out of here, the both of you. You drag Chloe away, the two of you sitting in her truck, looking out the dashboard window.

Rachel was gone, nothing but a memory. And Chloe wouldn’t move, she couldn’t talk. Her whole world, nothing more. You drove her home, felt weird, you’ve never drove a truck before, let alone hers. A long drive or it just felt long because of what happened. You take her to her room, not telling Joyce or anyone what happened yet. You’re laid out on her bed together, both with that faraway look in your eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

But slowly, her head lays on your shoulder, breathing you in. Starting to sniffle again before crying again, but quietly. She doesn’t speak, just cries softly into your neck. “She’s an angel now… isn’t she?” You nod, yes, an angel. You hope in death Rachel has peace.

You stroke her hair, trying to provide comfort. “Chloe, we have to tell someone, the police, something.” Trying to be strong for her. “Yeah… yeah, I know.” Sitting up, she goes into her stash. Back to black, or rather back to blazing. She needs something to make her mind off of it all.

She rolls it up, lights it up and takes it in. Chloe offers you some after she takes a hit, you accept. The two of you passing it back and forth, but you don’t really have the same effect she does. She wants to forget but you can’t.

“Rachel—“ she whines against you, palming at you greedily but gentle at the same time. “Rachel- please….” You shake your head. “Chloe— I’m not Rachel.” But you don’t shrug her off, you let her. She sniffles. “Rachel… Rachel….” Hands sliding into your pants, rubbing you from your underwear. “I need you, I need you, please…”

And you let her. You’ll be Rachel tonight, haven’t you always been? A replacement for a relationship lost. There she is trying to get you off, or Rachel rather in Chloe’s mind. You don’t care much, letting her rub at you. It doesn’t have any effect on you. But it made Chloe feel better, you imagined.

Then her hand stops, she’s fallen asleep. You weren’t Rachel and she wasn’t happy.

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Requests are open guys, I’m bored as fuck and have semi writers block HELP A GIRL OUT

WLW ONLY!!!