Introduction: Hi! My name is Katie (but you can call me Jane or Vim or whatever you'd like), I write (or at least try to) . This is my blog dedicated to video games.
Rules: This blog is 18+ only because I write smut. Freaks, losers, and, perverts welcomed!
Announcements: Requests now open!/ New John seed fic is out!
Requests: OPEN
Rules for requests: My rules as of now are just send in your requests and I'll see if I wanna write it lol
What I write for:
Fallout (3, nv, 4)
Baldur's gate 3
Dragon age (1-3, I haven’t played veilgaurd yet sorry <3)
Cyberpunk 2077
Mass effect
Until Dawn
Far cry (3 & 5)
More open to be added the more games I play (also if you wanna request something that you think I might have played but just forgotten to add to the list, go ahead and I'll let you know <3)
Note | also thanks to @saradika-graphics for these awesome headers and dividers!
Masterlist|
Kinktober 2025 masterlist
Hurtcember 2025 masterlist
Baldurs gate 3:
Perverts- Orin x fem!durge!reader (nsfw)
Penance- Minthara Baenre x fem!durge!reader x Enver Gortash (nsfw)
Redeemed!Orin headcanons w/Minthara and Durge!reader
Magic Touch: Part 1- Gale Dekarios x fem!pixie!reader (nsfw)
A Lover's Tail- Karlach Cliffgate x fem!tav/durge!reader (nsfw)
Dragon age:
The Heralds Lament- Solas x fem!Lavellan!reader x Cullen Rutherford (nsfw)
Until dawn:
Pornstar tits- Josh Washington x fem!reader (nsfw)
Far cry (3 & 5)
Absolution- John Seed x fem!juniordeputy!reader (nsfw)
need a fic of jill giving you back shots and she’s got her strong muscly arms wrapped around your head.. need her to put me in a headlock asap
mean Jill fucking u to sleep brah iddeeeekkkk
jill’s got you trapped in that iron hold, arm cinched tight around your throat so your head can’t do anything but stay locked against her chest.
her breath is hot on your ear, sharp and ragged from the steady drive of her hips. every thrust is brutal, timed with the cold efficiency of someone who doesn’t miss a shot. her pelvis smacks into you again and again, bruising, sharp bones digging into the softness of your ass. gooey strings of creamy, white slick creating a subtle resistance everytime she pulls out.
“yeah? you fuckin’ like that?”
she growls, voice low and gravel-slick, mean in that way that has your cunt clenching around her cock for more. her arm flexes harder, the chokehold tightening, cutting off just enough air to make your pulse spike. the crook of her elbow digs into your throat, forcing your jaw open in a broken little gasp as she uses you like leverage.
your skin burns where her abs grind against your back, slick with sweat, your body shaking with each snap of her hips. every thrust makes your fat ripple, smacking into her bony frame in a messy clash of soft against hard.
the sound is obscene—wet, raw, skin clapping in the rhythm of her punishment. you’re half-gone, brain practically melting out your ears, the cage of her arm around your throat holding you up as much as it’s keeping you down.
she snarls right against your ear as your hips try to shift, biting at the shell of it in reprimand.
“take it. don’t you fuckin’ run from me now.”
jill drags your body back down onto her cock, the thick head nearly punching at your cervix with every brutal drive forward. the stretch is overwhelming, your toes curling hard against the backs of her thighs as hot gushes of squirt spill out of you each time she buries herself too deep.
you can’t see, but you swear your belly’s bulging. the weight of it heavy in your gut—only for her to rip it free from your needy pussy once you start to get used to it, leaving you clenching. empty.
her arm finally slips from the back of your head, allowing it to loll forward, but there’s no relief. jill’s hand drops lower, spreading your sore asscheeks apart to watch the mess she’s made of you. your cunt gapes around nothing, creamy slick spilling down over your clit and onto the drenched sheets.
the exposure alone makes your body jolt, nerves lit raw, like even the air brushing against you is too much.
“oh yeah.. pussy stretched so much she’s gapin’.”
that filthy phrase rolls off her tongue with sinuous intent, tender inner walls clenching up around nothing at the sound of her crude tone. you’re damn near begging, despite yourself, for her to fuck you again. hips rocking back against her cream-coated strap with a shame only she manages to drag out of you, breath catching when the wide tip nudges your entrance. only to slip past and press tight against your neglected asshole.
“jill—fuck, please. not- not thereeeooohhh…!”
her laugh rumbles dark in your ear, sharp teeth grazing the side of your neck as she deliberately circles the fat head over your puckered rim. just enough pressure to make you clench around nothing, your cunt dripping messier with every pass. she grinds the toy against your ass, slow, taunting, until your whole body trembles with the threat of it.
“relax,” she rasps, biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to sting. “didn’t say i’d fuck your ass. not yet.” the blunt head drags away, wet with your slick, and she snaps her hips forward without warning— burying herself back into your pussy with a brutal slam that knocks the air right out of your chest.
you choke on a scream, cunt fluttering wildly around the thick shaft as she drives in balls-deep, your belly bulging again with the sheer girth of it.
your throat is raw from the sounds she wrings out of you, shattered cries and broken moans spilling like you’ve got no control left. the wet slap of her hips is drowned by the obscene squelch of your cunt, frothy strings clinging to her shaft every time she pulls out just to ram home again.
her fingers dig into your asscheek, keeping you spread, eyes locked on the messy gape of your pussy as it struggles to take her. “look at that,” she snarls, grinding in to the hilt, her voice edged with cruel delight. “cunt’s so fucked open she can’t even keep it together. milkin’ me like a goddamn whore.”
she angles deeper, snapping her hips up so the head of the strap finally battering your cervix over and over until your legs kick weakly against the sheets. hot gush after gush spills out, painting her thighs, soaking everything beneath you. jill growls low, almost feral, hand fisting in your hair to haul your head back against her shoulder.
“keep squirting, baby,” she spits, snapping her hips faster, harder, using you like a ragdoll.
“soak me. i wanna see how much cum this sloppy hole’s really got left.”
your body convulses around her, wrecked and overstimulated, pussy clenching tight in desperate waves as another flood of cream gushes down the insides of your thighs. jill’s laugh cuts sharp through your whimpers, her pace unrelenting, every thrust dragging more wetness out of you until you’re dripping, dripping, dripping.
She leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and delivers it with a smirk you can hear in her tone:
“huh. just as i suspected. can’t even hold my dick in without pissing cum all over the sheets, pathetic.”
