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[rarestdoll]

she's so mmmmfff

haha lol, whoops (I need her)

For some reason, when one of my creative outlets won't act right, the other one suddenly pops up and tells me to get to work so, Abby

#abby anderson #🐇

[rarestdoll]

if I cannot be loved, I will be feared

[rarestdoll]

cw; nsfw

bimbo!reader who clings to her big sexy gf, using her as your second brain because she makes you so comfortable that you feel like you don’t even need to think when your with her.

abby opens doors for you wherever you go out, she carries your bag when your shopping, she pays for your stuff and treats you like an absolute princess.

but you absolutely do not take advantage of abby’s love for you (like some people like to think/say). when you go shopping you make sure you grab her somethings. granted it is her money, but you thought about her when you picked it out, thinking about how amazing abby would look with it. you also carry at least one out of your ten of your bags, because it might be too heavy for her :(.

but obvi, you do more. your basically a housewife. making abby breakfast, lunch and dinner, keeping your house clean, and wearing the cutest outfits for her to come home to.

and let’s not even get started on when abby comes home from a stressful day of work, so pent up and all she wants is her princess :(. you have to stay ready you know.

so when abby got you bent over your the back of the couch, hands gripping you ass tightly eating your pussy in the messiest way possible. all spit and cum dripping down your thighs on to the floor. your knees pulled together from them shaking at the way abby spits on you pussy and rubbing it all over your cunt, making a mess of you, you take it like a champ.

you slump on the couch, moans muffled by the couch cushions. this doesn’t seem to work for abby when she pulls your hair making you sit up so she can hear every sweet sound that comes out your mouth. “your so good to me baby.” she voices as she feels you clench. around her fingers.

and afterwards you make her plate, face hot from earlier activities. she lets you sit in her lap as she eats while you two talk about your days. because no matter how many times abby’s friends tell her ‘she’s being used’, abby knows how much you love her and doesn’t care what anyone else has to say.

#me n abs ♡ #abby anderson #🐇

[rarestdoll]

This! the person who did the casting is definitely one of them

#some of us are lesbians! #abby lesbian anderson #abby is lesbian cuz i said so

[rarestdoll]

doggie (tribbing) w ellie

prompt: been having tribbing brain rot for the past few days n i saw 🎀 this video 🎀 on twtr that only made it worse so > <

tags: lesbian, 18+, tribbing 💦💦💦✂️✂️✂️, doggie style ♡, porn w/o plot, topping from the bottom!ellie

ps: wrote this while high :3 so im sorry if it not supr good!

ellie asking u to come sit on her clit and at first ur confused but once she has both of u naked, u bent over in all fours with ur back to her, gasping as she presses her hips up to your ass to slide her clit over urs, u actually understand what she means. ellie swears she sometimes feels like what she thinks having a dick (ghost dick she likes to call it) is like whenever u guys fuck like this, but this new angle has ellie damn near begging she had one with the way ur fucking back onto her. she has to stop herself from digging crescents into the meat of ur thighs as thrusts herself against urs, sound of skin slapping together wetly and ellies low groans fill the small space of her room as ur cunts kiss one another. she has half the mind to flip u both over to hold ur legs to ur chest and fuck u properly but she likes the view of ur ass bouncing on her pelvis and the way breathy whines fall from ur lips whenever she takes an extra second to angle herself up a lil higher so she can feel ur sopping folds drag directly over her puffy bud. with the way ur riding her now ellie knows it won't take much longer for her to cum so she quickens her pace, planting her feet on the bed so she has the proper leverage to pound into u, biting down a whine herself when she hears ur whimpers turn into drawn out moans each time her hips meet ur ass. she knows ur also close by the way ur thighs are trembling and she wishes so badly she can see ur face scrunch in pleasure, an image she fondly has burned in her head, but instead she ops for pulling one of your shaking legs back towards her so she can slot ur legs together, now full on fucking u with her cunt. ellie's thrusts are brutal against u, her slick mixing with your own as she digs her blunt nails into your flesh, relishing in the broken keen she gets in return. ur in tears, babbling her name along a pleathora curses tumbling from ur lips as u both finally fly over the edge, cum gushing down each others thighs, stickiness of it making wet squelching sound out between u both, the filthy noise makes ellie chuckle breathlessly as u both come down from ur highs.

a/n: mmmmpphfff i need her so bad TT TT

#wlw #lesbian #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us smut #ellie williams smut #♡ navigation #ki rambles

[rarestdoll]

i dont want a 9-5 i want to drive a butch mad with lust

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a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

#♡ navigation #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #wlw #lesbian #blue eyed samurai smut #🧁

[rarestdoll]

oh my god

that amab ceo!Vika ask got me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

can i request a fic about reader jokingly requesting a nut video with sound & Sevika actually ends up sending it, whining & dirty talking in the background? 😣

hehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehe

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sevika's at home today. you were supposed to have the day off with her, but you got a call this morning from seamus begging you to come in and fix the copier. it's acting up. again.

she spent the morning trying to get you to stay in bed with her, but you went in anyways, knowing that if you didn't handle the problem now, by the time you get back on monday the copier would be on the brink of spontaneous combustion.

you're sitting on the floor of the printing/copying room, surrounded by parts of the machine and the giant manual that came with it, trying to find the source of the error. you've been here for hours. you've got a half eaten sandwich beside you for lunch. you're cursing yourself for not taking sevika up on her offer to stay in bed all day.

your phone pings with her ringtone and you smile. speak of the devil...

'hows it going' sevika's text reads. you sigh and tap out a quick response.

'horrible.' you reply.

'poor baby' sevika rapidly responds. you smile.

'wish i was home with u.'

'anything i can do to make it better?' sevika asks. you grin and bite your lip.

'nut video with sound?' you text, adding on a few prayer hands emojis. sevika doesn't reply, which only makes you laugh more. sevika's shit at sexting, and she knows you know this. each time you tease her with a sexy text, she replies with a middle finger emoji or a phone call, knowing that her virtual dirty talk would only make you laugh more than it would make you horny.

you return to your project, scouring the guidebook for an answer, halfheartedly picking at your sandwich. you get up to stretch and do a loop around the floor, take a quick bathroom break, and chat with riley. when you return, you're surprised to see a response from sevika.

when you unlock your phone, you nearly pass out.

sevika did it. she actually did it. granted, you haven't pressed play on the video yet, but from the thumbnail (sevika's hand wrapped around her rock hard cock, a little drip of pre escaping the tip) you can pretty safely assume that sevika's actually taken your prompt to heart.

you gulp.

then you scramble to your feet, running out of the copier room to sevika's office, slamming and locking the door behind you before pulling down the curtains. for a second, you just stand there, staring at the tantalizing video on your phone, and then you jump into action, sprawling out on her couch and shoving your hand down your pants as you click play.

'you're lucky you're cute, y'know. this shit is ridiculous.' sevika narrates to the camera as she gently jerks her cock. eight inches long and not even fully hard yet-- not because she's not aroused, but because it takes a cock that big so fucking long to fill up with blood-- her cock's standing proud in her hand as she steadily, slowly jerks it.

you bite your lip.

sevika's foreskin is bunching up tantalizingly around her head, before being pulled back down around her shaft as her hand moves. she knows how obsessed you are with the flap of skin, obsessed with how sensitive it is. 'you're such a pervert.' sevika's breathy voice scolds, like she's reading your mind.

you gulp as your fingers start tracing circles around your clit, matching the slow pace of sevika's hand.

the small drip of precum on her head starts growing, before it slowly, slowly drips down her shaft until it's swiped up by sevika's grip. her pace is increasing, her breaths coming out shaky from behind the camera. 'shoulda just stayed home, this coulda been your hand. fuck, or your mouth. or your cunt, shit.' sevika curses as she imagines you. 'fuck, i wish you were here, baby.' she whispers. 'fuckin' miss you.'

your cunt clenches around nothing, and you bite your lip to muffle a moan as you dip your fingers down to tease your hole.

sevika's pace is quick now, her cock is throbbing in her grip. for a moment, she lets go, gives you a full, unobstructed view of her girthy, twitching dick. then, you can hear her spit in her hand, and when her fingers wrap around her cock again, it grows wet and shiny.

she's close. you are too.

sevika's breaths are quick and shaky, she lets out little grunts and curses each time she swipes her thumb over the head of her cock. 'look how fuckin' messy 'y make me, honey.' sevika grunts. 'look how wet i am for you.' she moans. 'you drive me insane. can't believe you left me all alone this morning. i had plans y'know-- fuck-- plans to fuck you all day long.'

your cunt flutters around your fingers, and muffled wet sounds start filling sevika's office with each thrust of your fingers.

''m gonna split you in half when you get home. gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk-- then you won't be able to leave me. just keep you on the fuckin' bed, all fucked out, all your holes drippin' in cum and gaping-- beggin' for me-- shit!' sevika groans. her balls are tightening beneath her hand, her cock leaking more and more pre. 'fuck, you're not even here and you're drivin' me crazy. 'm so fuckin' close.'

"fuck, please." you whisper to your phone as you watch your girlfriend approach her orgasm.

'miss you so much baby. wish you were here, wish y' could lick up my cum.' she moans as she finally cums, coating her knuckles in rope after rope of her thick white cum.

you cum at the sight of it, your back arching off the couch and a high pitched whine escaping your lips. you don't take your eyes off of your phone, watching as sevika drains her balls and makes a mess of herself.

for a few moments, you can hear sevika's huffing breaths as she recovers from her orgasm. her thigh twitches, and her cock begins to grow flaccid, and she sighs, satisfied and sleepy. she pulls her hand away from her cock, giving you a good show of the cum coating her fingers, before flipping the camera around and winking at you. then, the camera cuts to black.

you flop on you back, panting as you stare at the ceiling. fuck. you think. i'm going home, fuck this. sevika can buy a new copier on monday.

before you get up to leave, you pull your fingers out of your pants and open your camera app to selfie mode. you take a quick video, showing off the strings of cum that glisten and cling to your fingers, before sinking them into your mouth and licking them clean. you moan at the camera, popping your fingers out of your mouth then smirking. "be home soon, honey." you say with a wink.

you send the video off then rise to your shaky legs, grabbing your bag and heading to the exit. when you get to your car, your phone pings again.

'cant wait ;)' sevika says.

you grin.

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#sevika #🐇

[rarestdoll]

i need her

i am heartbroken. crying. sobbing. shaking.

about the fact that there wasnt a muscular masc fictional lesbian wrapped up in nothing but a little pink bow under my christmas tree.

will you do the honors of making the christmas of a heartbroken sad lesbian, a little better by writing one of your delicious sevika squirting blurbs 🙏

santa better know how to fight because i'm coming after him... he's letting all the lesbians down! i didn't get sevika under the tree either!!! wtf?!?!?!

men and minors dni

sevika's ranting. she's walking in tight little circles in your kitchen as you sit on the counter, getting dizzy just from watching her.

you're trying not to be distracted by how fucking hot she is when she's pissed... you're trying to listen and nod along and be a supportive girlfriend... but you're failing miserably.

sevika's been venting for a solid half hour now, and at this point she's saying more curses than words. she's running out of steam, you can tell, but she's still got that anger boiling under the surface and no way to get it out.

you can help with that.

with a sly smile, you slide off the counter as sevika has her back turned to you. when she turns back around to start another lap, she jumps in shock when she sees you crowding up against her.

"wha...?" she asks as you gently shove her further and further back until she's pressed against the sink. "what're you doin'?" she asks, caught complete off guard.

"keep going baby, i'm listening." you say with a sweet smile. sevika blinks.

"i'm just sick of silco acting like-- fuck are you doing?" she asks as you start fiddling with her button and fly.

you grin up at her. "c'mon, baby, tell me." you say. sevika's eyes go wide as your hand slips down her pants, gently cupping her cunt. she gulps. you smile. "what's wrong?" you ask, gently rubbing circles against her clit. sevika lets out a shaky breath.

"what are you doing?" she asks again. you shrug.

"helping you let off some steam?" you try. sevika blinks. "i can stop." you say. sevika's hand comes flying forward to grab your wrist, keeping your hand shoved in her pants. you giggle.

"don't." she pleas. you lean forward and give her a quick peck against her lips, and her grip around your wrist loosens as both her hands grip the counter behind her.

you dip your fingers down to gather up the wetness that's started forming between sevika's lips, teasing her hole for a moment before swiping back up to play with her clit some more.

sevika's ranting has ceased, replaced now with little sighs and gasps as you rub her clit. you smile at her, leaning forward to kiss her again. she whimpers against your lips.

"where'd all that fight go, honey?" you tease her. she shudders at the petname. "c'mon, tell me about how you hate silco." you encourage her as you increase the pressure of your movements.

"i--i..." sevika tries, blinking down at you. you grin.

"he made you do all that paperwork?" you fill in for her. sevika nods.

"yeah he... fuck, baby... he g-gave me a tower of files-- shit!" she gasps. you giggle.

"and then what?"

"you're so annoying!" she groans. you laugh again.

"'s wrong, your brain's not working?" you tease. sevika tries to roll her eyes, but the annoyance of the expression fails when she lets out a loud moan as she does. "you're so cute." you whisper.

"m-more." sevika whimpers. you grin.

"you want my fingers?" you ask. sevika nods and you shove your hand farther down her pants to start teasing her wet hole. "you're soaked." you moan.

"c'mon!" she groans, grinding her cunt against your hand in an attempt to make your fingers slide into her. you giggle.

"ask nicely." you say. sevika groans and throws her head back dramatically. you just laugh and admire her stretched neck as you continue to gently trace around her pulsating hole.

eventually, she gives in, glaring at you as she relents. "please." she grunts out, curt. you smile and push your finger into her cunt, but only to the first knuckle. she groans. "please!" she says, much more needy this time. you grin, and sink your finger all the way in.

both of you sigh in relief. sevika's cunt is warm and soaking fucking wet and clenching around you like she's close already. you grin up at her.

"fuck off." she grunts, knowing that you can tell how worked up she is. you giggle.

"you just want one or two?" you ask as you start fucking your finger in and out of her. you work slowly, making sure to press against her g-spot on every thrust. sevika's thighs are already shaking. "you're close already, you must've been so worked up." you tease her. sevika grunts.

"shut up."

"shoulda cut you off five minutes in baby, you're dripping." you say. sevika's cunt clenches again.

"two." sevika says, trying to distract you from your dirty talk. you smirk and start working your second finger inside her.

"you weren't even angry were ya?" you ask, leaning forward to start kissing up sevika's neck. "just needed your girl, huh?" you ask. sevika whimpers.

"i-i was angry." she tries to defend. you giggle.

"then how come you're about to cum three minutes into me getting my hands on you?" you whisper against her ear, nipping her earlobe. sevika's hands reach out to grab at your shoulders clawing at you. she's silent, her eyes shut and brow furrowed, her nose scrunched, her breaths noisy.

"b-baby." sevika whimpers. you coo and press your lips against hers, and sevika cums. you giggle against her lips as you continue fucking her with your fingers, upping your pace. sevika's eyes snap open as her knees go wobbly.

"w-what-- fuck!" she groans.

"you want me to stop?" you ask again. sevika whimpers, her hips jolting as her cunt starts squelching with your thrusts.

"n-no." she replies her voice breathy.

you grin, and lock your lips with hers again, humming happily against her.

your kiss gets nastier the closer sevika gets to cumming again. sevika's jaw is hanging open as she pants, and you're sucking and licking at her lips, fucking your tongue into her mouth as you fuck your fingers into her sopping cunt.

"i-i'm--" she tries, only to cut herself off with a whimper. you smile against her.

"yeah?" you ask, already knowing what she was trying to say. "again? already?" you tease. sevika shivers, her claws digging into your shoulders.

"i hate you." she whines. you giggle.

"no you don't." you say. the squelching of her cunt serves as your proof. sevika groans, and you trail your free hand up under her shirt to fondle her tits. "come on baby, cum on my fingers for me." you encourage her, sneaking your fingers under her bra and pinching her nipples.

"oh shit!" sevika curses as she cums again. you grin, and then gasp as she starts squirting against your hand. you continue fucking her, letting her soak your hand and her pants with her cum, until the fabric is saturated and dripping onto the kitchen tile below. sevika's shivering in your arms, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder as you work her through her orgasm.

"oh, baby, that's it honey. there you go, let it out." you encourage her as she shakes in your arms. "you're so fucking sexy." you groan.

sevika whimpers against you, one of her hands reaching down to grab your wrist. you stop your thrusting, understanding her silent demand, beginning to pepper kisses against her face.

"that was so fucking hot sevika, shit." you whisper. "fuck, love when you get messy. love when you squirt for me, makes me fucking crazy."

against you sevika groans.

"you ruined my pants." she huffs. you giggle.

"you ruined your pants!" you say. sevika chuckles.

"'s your fault." she grunts. you giggle and slowly pull away from her, gently pulling out of her cunt and helping her strip out of her drenched pants and boxers. you press another kiss to her face as you help her out of her shirt and bra too.

"go shower. i'll throw these in the wash and mop up your cum." you tease her. sevika groans as she examines the puddle on the floor beneath her.

"fuck off." she says, flustered. you giggle, pulling sevika away from the counter and shoving her toward the bathroom, smacking her ass as she goes. she glares over her shoulder at you and you giggle.

as you're tossing her clothes into the washer, you hear the bathroom door swing open again.

sevika's voice calls for you across the apartment.

"what's up baby?" you call back, throwing in a cupful of detergent and fiddling with the settings.

"come join me when you're done?" she asks, her voice gentle and sweet. you grin.

"duh." you say.

as you flip the lid to the laundry machine closed, you can hear sevika's excited giggle in the bathroom.

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#sevika #🐇

[rarestdoll]

MY GOD

i just know ellie gets horny/high off of hearing girls laugh. idk what nook of my mind this idea sparked from, but ellie's just gotta have an affinity for big teeth—baring smiles and rampant laughter. esp when you start leaning over in hysterics after she slips one of her silly little jokes (that r actually good), face slinking closer to hers with ur unlocked jaw n ellie just muses in it like, "ahuh— yeah? m' so funny, right?" as she copies your unstable slant, head cocking and getting her smirken lips ever so close to yours. does anything 2 get u 2 laugh <3

she looks at u like this..

creaming. okay goodnight.

#ellie williams #🐇

[rarestdoll]

a sight for sore eyes (prologue)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: wlw, lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

mizu cries out as her face meets dirt yet again, the cool soil in her eyes and mouth doing nothing to ground her from her insatiable thoughts. she's distracted, mind gripping onto the sight of smooth brazen skin and even softer hair, focused on the way silk flies around her like the erratic fluttering of spring butterflies that she doesn't even realize she's flying through the air again until the press of sharp steel homes itself against the column of her throat.

"it's my round again, mizu. i almost feel like you are letting me win which is not exactly fair since we are supposed to be sparring. but it seems like your head is elsewhere, am i correct or is the blue eyed samurai going soft on me?" steel slides under the angle of her chin, craning her head skyward until it lays against the brim of her hat, forcing blue to meet brown and mizu bites down the shiver threatening to rack up her spine.

"no i have not gone soft, i am only a little distracted today but that does not hinder me from training. come on, up again. i need to get a few more hours in before we finish for today." mizu mutters, flicking the midsection of the sword so that the blade steers away from her head. that's not entirely the truth but anything to hide the fact that she just got her ass handed to her without her opponent really trying.

"you know i do not appreciate it when you take pity on me. i've seen you in battle many times and yet you almost never fight the same whenever we choose to fight one another." the steel slides away back into its sheath with a light sigh. mizu almost laughs at the accusation, inner voice yelling at her to just come out with what's truly holding her back but instead she settles for a partial lie.

"i do not take pity, i only retaliate. your stance is too soft and your blows too clumsy. now up again so we can finish our training for today and then we will take a trip to the hot spring nearby to wash the day away to settle for the night. we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, there is no time for playing." she edges, pulling herself to a stand as she readjusts her glasses on her nose to take stance again. time is not to be wasted if they wanted to catch a ride back to town tomorrow.

“as you wish, mizu”

a/n: HIII i finally got inspo to write again! i just got finished watching blue eyed samurai and mizu has been plaguing my mind so here! this is gna be a bit of a slow burn and nsfw will come later, this first part will be the prologue n then ill post chapter one some time later today/tomorrow! ^__^ ♡

#♡ navigation #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #wlw #blue eyed samurai smut #🧁

[rarestdoll]

loser ellie getting hot and bothered by her mean gf :(( nsfw, fingering, slightly toxic, desperate loser ellie

ellie is watching you walk back and forth waving your arms around telling her something that she is not paying attention to. she’s watching as you walk closer to her pointing in her face and she bites her lip looking up at you.

you look so good when your yelling at her or fussing about whatever she did. and she can’t help but stare when your standing over her, lips pouted and all up in her face. “bro are you even fucking listening?” you say brows furrowed grabbing her chin.

she toons back in to what your saying catching only that last part. “yes i’m listening. im sorry about…” ellie trails off not actually knowing what she was apologizing for.

“fuck ellie!” you say crossing your arms. “you don’t listen to anything i say.” you move to walk away from her before she hurries and grabs your arm. “i’m listening! i’m listening, i promise.” she rushes out, pulling you close to her. you fight her grip (very little), her front is pressed against your back her arms wrapped around you.

“fuck, i must get on ya nerves huh baby?” she whispers into your neck before placing a kiss on it, holding you tighter. you squirm neck feeling extra sensitive rn, “fuck, you get.. mhmm~ you get on my fucking nerves ellie,” you say with no bite in your tone. “i’m sorry, princess let me kiss it all better huh?” you bend forward slightly so now ellie is folded over you.

she runs her hands over you, from your shoulders to your chest, then from your waist to your hips and she’s tugging your pants down. “i’m sorry baby.” she says before licking your neck. you moan out jumping a little when her cold fingers make contact with your clit.

you bend over more letting out small mewls as her fingers circle your drenched hole. her other hand is in your shirt massaging your breast, as she whispers about how sorry she is. she pushes her two fingers into your cunt as she asks for forgiveness.

“forgive me baby? say it. say you forgive me.” she sounds desperate as she nips at your neck, pumping her fingers inside of you faster. you start to hump her hand as her palm applies pressure to you swollen clit. “i forgive you! i- ahh~ i forgive you els!” you bring your hand up to grip at the hair at the nape of her neck.

“you love me?” she asks as she huffs out heavy breaths. “‘s much! so so much!” you pant out letting out loud moans, “please don’t stop els.” ellie adds a third finger fucking you harder as you grind into her hand more. you cum on her fingers, feeling it drip down your legs. you slump in her arms and she picks you up laying you on the bed 2 feet away.

she lays next to you and you cling to her smearing kisses on her cheek and neck. you always get like this after ellie fucks you good enough, you lose all the attitude and forgetting why you were fussing at her to begin with.

#ellie williams #🐇

[rarestdoll]

screams

a penny for my thoughts? abby anderson and that’s it

contains: blackfem!reader, established relationships, pwop, penetrative sex, abby uses a strap, daddy kink? (never, just a… term…), pet names (mama, baby), choking, it’s short and sweet

abby anderson is plaguing every bit of my mind. mmm — i decided to rewatch tlou2 only to see abby. ‘nnnnnn now i’m thinking of her preparing to leave jackson. she’s frantic,, almost. three weeks of separation makes her dream and yearn for you. she hasn’t even left yet. you’re two steps away from her, under the covers of the bed. naked, afro a mess. your foreheads slick with sweat, and if you move the wrong way, your whole body feels numb. your thighs stick together; she’s making it her goal to engrave her touches into you so they last the duration of her excursion. so when you think about her you have fresh material that’ll keep your panties wet. it pays to slowly enjoy the moments that don’t occur as often, and abby’s taking her time with you tonight.

she exasperatedly sits on the bed and falls back, discarding the plans isaac gave her, the papers scatter — a mere reflection of her thoughts. she can’t focus on plans and cleaning her guns, she’s too busy focusing on the mess you made on the strap. you’re still perked up and teasing her while she lays in bed. you stalk her movements, swift like a cat. if you had a tail it’d be up in the air swaying side to side. her eyes fixate on your upside down form as you hover a few inches above her, boobs resting on her hair “think i want some more abs, from the side this time.” you bat your lashes and make the mistake of rising up to your knees. she giggles, “easy, cowgirl-“ as you fall over with a soft thud to the sheets, stomach jerking, your clit’s still thumping, pussy still throbbing eliciting a soft whine. you feel the shape of her still fucking deep inside of you. that’s the condition she fucks you in to every time, but tonight just feels different. it’s a trance she wants to stay stuck in, it’s sticky and sweet, sweeter than honey — it’s you. sex with you makes life seem so simple. stress dissipates, orders are meaningless. the thought of leaving looms over her head. a dark, gray, spatial cloud follows her every step, stress and worry boom faintly in her ears. she feels her stomach twisting.

leaving Jackson sucks so bad. when she leaves, you make her feel bad about it too— as if it was her decision to leave you to romance clikers and all those other demons. juxtaposed to, innocent, pretty, light hearted, her pretty angel — you! she’s thinking about the moments you two have shared since she stepped into the room this evening.

your moans have been on rewind. she thinks about how she’s made had you cum over and over again on her fingers, on her tongue, on her dick. soft, and opaque, pink with a soft white substance coating its base and the black straps of it as she dug it so deep inside of you curating that mess.

“‘’m cummin’ ’” you’d mumbled, thighs quivering shut, “keep em open, mama, you look so pretty ‘n daddy won’t be back for a while, so let her enjoy it.” she still can’t believe she said that crazy shit.

“‘mmabbs , we’re not done yet right?.” you whine in her ear and she shoots up. every organ in her body ignites with lust. every nerve ticks with impatience. her fingers itch. situational lust, every situation where you have her like this. when you beg and insist for her to do as she pleases. your voice cups her ears and whisper endless affirmations. it’s dreamy.

she’s thinking of how you look when she grips your throat. your little pleas, dry; high pitched. your throat’ll vibrate, your eyes’ll roll to the back of your head and your precious fingers’ll grip onto her arms. they move up to feel the muscles, the ridges and dips of her skin. your pussy gets sloppier the harder she chokes you. pinned down to the matress so you can’t get away. it’s a fun feeling. you feel how hot she is, your lips so soft, saccharine. they fall into a frown, you want her take up all your space, you want her to fill you up. you’re hearing, vision, and mind feel fuzzy. it all feels like a dream, but dreams never feel this real.

“look at me, baby.” she lightly smacks your cheeks. the palm of her hand lightly plays at your cheeks till your eyes crack open. your turn your head to look back at abby as she taps you deeply from the side. “i am.” you whine. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your legs tremble the harder abby’s thrust pick up. she picks up your right leg and grinds her hips up into you. your fingers dig into the blue velvet blanket she laid you on. the squelching gets louder and louder. she fucks you till your mouth drops open and whiny profanities wisp out. “it feels good, right there?” she asks, kissing your cheeks as one deep sigh rolls out of your mouth. she’s pounding that one soot over and over, you’re creamin’ all on her shit now. “you’re making a mess, does it feel that good?” she teases and nips your neck.

“yes…nghh— right there.” you drool it out and your legs spasm for the nth time. you slowly cum on her dick. grinding until you lost all feelings in your hip. she’s pop it out and tap it against your ass. “good girl. you should feel real tired, you gonna let me do some work now?” she rolls over and pins you with her body. “only of we can do it till bed time when you finish.” abby giggles, your concept of bed time doesn’t reflect hers, “mhm? and what’s your definition of “bedtime”?”

#abby anderson #🐇

[rarestdoll]

THIS POST IS FOR SAPPHICS. DO NOT DERAIL.

[rarestdoll]

"you're fuckin' nasty" she whispers, impressed. you chuckle around her fingers. you've been using the same few moves on sevika since you met, and she's just as shocked and turned on each and every time.

i wrote this line for a smutty fic a few days ago and since then i've been compiling a short list of things you do in bed that drive sevika crazy. hope you enjoy :)

love, angel

men and minors dni

waking her up with head

you learned pretty early on in your relationship not to wake sevika up with head... unless it was a weekend.

the first time you tried was on a wednesday morning. you woke up to pee, but couldn't fall back asleep once you slid back in bed. with an hour to kill before your alarm was due to go off, you figured it was the perfect opportunity to show your girlfriend a little appreciation for the multiple orgasms she'd coaxed out of you last night.

with a bit of shuffling, you positioned yourself under the covers between sevika's naked legs. she's easy to maneuver when she's sleeping. a few kisses to her thighs and she was opening her legs for you with a deep snore. you giggled, and then got to work.

you started slow, not wanting to wake her right away. little kitten licks to her clit, kisses up and down her labia, gently tracing patterns in the soft pubic hair that decorates her inner thighs.

she quickly started getting wet, intermittent huffs escaping her lips, her legs twitching. you started to apply more pressure in your licks, twirling your tongue over her cilt before you sucked it in your mouth. she moaned and sleepily mumbled your name above you.

just as you began to ease your first finger into her, sevika seized up, gasping. the covers were thrown back, the sudden cool air making you shiver as you looked up at your panting sleep ruffled girlfriend.

"morni--" you weren't able to finish your sentence. sevika flipped you on your back and straddled your face, immediately sinking down onto your mouth.

she rode your face until she came, and then with a little begging on your end, rode it again.

you lost yourself between her thighs, high on the taste of her and her cum, a little lightheaded from the oxygen deprivation. the only thing you could see was her lovely bush and a sliver of her taught abs, the only thing you could feel was her hands in your hair. you couldn't hear anything with her thighs squeezing your ears so deliciously, so you must have missed it when your alarm sounded.

by the time she was done with you, she'd come four times and you were pussydrunk, completely unaware of the fact that sevika had smashed the alarm clock to bits with her fist when it sounded half an hour ago and interrupted her orgasm. she seemed to forget this fact too, as she began to kiss down your body eager to repay you.

by the time the two of you were done, it was half past noon.

you cursed her out as you rushed to get ready for work, already three hours late.

she simply shrugged, typing away on her phone.

if you hadn't been so late you would've been throwing your shoes at her instead of hastily shoving them on.

just as you were rushing out the door, you felt her tug on your arm.

sevika twirled you around to face her, holding her phone up beside her.

"texted your boss. told him you were sick. he said 'no worries, tell her get better. thumbs up emoji.'" she read off her phone.

"and i just told silco something came up." she said with a cheeky smirk as she tossed her phone behind her aimlessly.

"i really can't believe i tolerate you." you grumbled as she began to tug you back to the bedroom, her fingers unbuttoning your work shirt.

"what'd you expect to happen when you wake me up with a surprise like that?" she asked as she shoved you back in bed.

2. tucking a pair of your panties into her pockets

one time, the two of you were attending some boring ass fundraiser for a business friend of silco's. you'd had a long day at work but insisted you'd come anyways, despite sevika assuring you you didn't have to. you knew how much she hated these things and didn't want her to have to suffer alone.

in an attempt to keep you awake, sevika'd been teasing you all night, gently trailing her fingers higher and higher on your thigh beneath the tablecloth.

every ten minutes, she'd lean over to whisper something dirty in your ear. for the first hour or so, you were able to keep it together, but after a few too many glasses of champagne, you were so wet you were sure you were going to slide out of your seat.

at some point she had to leave the table to make small talk. she'd huffed an annoyed sigh and pressed a kiss to your head.

"i'll be back soon. then i'm getting us the fuck out of here." she whispered, gently tucking her blazer over your shoulders.

you took the opportunity to run to the bathroom. you fussed with your hair in the mirror for a minute then splashed your face with cold water in an attempt to soothe the lust burning inside you. with a sigh you entered a stall, hiking your dress up and pulling your panties down to pee.

you were soaked. it was kind of pathetic.

just as you were finishing up, you were struck by a moment of genius. you giggled as you kicked off your panties, shoving them in the inner pocket of sevika's blazer.

you wiped and flushed, washed your hands and fluffed your hair and returned to chit chat with familiar faces as you waited for sevika to finish.

the night went on for hours. by the time the two of you were leaving you were practically asleep in sevika's arms.

she chuckled as you nuzzled into her chest, leaning against a light post waiting for your taxi.

"need a smoke." she grumbled. you pulled away as she patted her pockets, looking for her cigarette tin.

you had completely forgotten about the little surprise you'd hidden away in her blazer until sevika froze, her eyes snapping to yours.

"whoops." you giggled. "forgot i put those there."

you were saved from being fucked against the lamppost by the arrival of the cab sevika had called, but the second you got home she was tearing your dress off and shoving your panties in your mouth.

needless to say, sevika managed to keep you awake much later than you anticipated that night.

3. helping her put her strap on

it's always a little awkward when the two of you have to pause for sevika to shimmy into her harness and get it all buckled up.

it's one of your favorite parts of sex, actually.

the silly giggles that ring out as she trips over her feet make your heart melt, and watching the way she sticks her tongue out as she tries to buckle the tricky buckles always makes you smile.

but if you really want to rev her up, you kneel before her to gently guide her feet through the loops, kissing the buckles after you adjust them to hug her snugly.

each time you do she shudders, a full bodied thing that she can't control.

she fucks you like an animal every time you use this move, growling and clawing at you, manhandling you and snarling anytime you try to move from where she's arranged you. it's hot as fuck, but you always have trouble walking the next day.

4. biting her

nips and hickeys always get sevika going, but if you bite her she'll cum. instantaneously. she can't help it.

if you've been making out, you can lean down and bite her shoulder and she'll cum, cursing you and shaking beneath you.

if she's fucking you from behind and has her hand over your mouth, you can sink your teeth in and feel her thrusts stutter as she chokes out a 'fuck! 'm cumming!'

you try to use your power sparingly, but sometimes you can't help yourself.

once the two of you were in a little play scuffle, fighting over the remote for the television. you were determined to watch something besides the boring ass nano-biology docu-series sevika'd been obsessed with. she had you in a headlock by her hip, giving you a noogie as she cackled. you huffed and turned your head to bite her hip... and then it was your turn to laugh as she gasped and shook, cumming in her pants in the middle of the living room.

5. telling her you love her

it sounds corny, and sevika would rather die than admit it, but she falls apart every time you tell her you love her in bed.

she could have a plan to tease and edge you all night long, but the second those three words leave your lips she'd be sighing a sweet little sigh and easing into you, kissing your pout away.

on one particularly memorable occasion, you had tied sevika's hands to the bed frame to ride her, and had moaned out a 'love you' as you came. a loud ripping noise echoed through the room as sevika broke through her bonds to pull you closer to her.

you guys don't fight enough to have angry sex, but sometimes one of you will need it a little rougher and harder than usual. it's invigorating to fuck like you hate each other, but it never lasts because you can never help yourself from choking out those three words. when you do, sevika halts her brutal pace, her expression melting from a look of intense concentration into an affectionate smile. she admires you for a moment before she begins again at a much slower pace, pressing her whole body against yours, kissing whatever part of you she can reach, repeating the words back to you. "love you too baby," she whispers reverently. "so fuckin' much."

[rarestdoll]

this jus fried my brain so bad what the fuck

⛧⊰happy trails, happy girls⊱⛧

ellie williams⊱.

⤹𓍢ִ໋ I wanna see you fuckin' cummin all over me.. 🦢.࿔

⤹𓍢ִ໋listening to; elita harkov - orgasm cw/tags; nsfw, MDNI, object humping, masturbation(both r! and ellie), perverted!ellie, slight painslut!ellie, shameless!ellie even tho this seems highly loser of her, mentions of strap sex, size kink, spying, pussy refered to as 'she', petnames; babe, baby, dirty girl. an; thought abt ellie with her happy trail peaking from her jeans, and, well.. now we're here. I'd say this is a drabble but the length and detail is leaning towards a fic so.. ta-da? damn I'm horny. wc; 1.5k+ ellies masterlist

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oh, what have you done?

ellie's amidst her atelier, inside the farmhouse, crafting her usual little piece. woody auburn mullet spurned from the door, completely enamored in the world that struck her canvas til' you rolled right in. padded footsteps creaking the dark oak beneath you two as you walk up beside her, a smile blazing.

fucking ellie just had to wear that white ribbed tank top. the one shirt that discreetly reveals her toned midriff. your eyes drop down and, oh, a perfect little auburn happy trails' peaking from her midrise jeans. you'd blatantly visualize how it gradiates to her crotch, beautiful reddish brown hair that tops her pretty pussy. it made you salivate. dizzy up. fog up. she could get you hot and bothered by mere existence.

you, however, had her hot and bothered instead. big emphasis. your hand extends towards her exposed skin and caresses the happy trail that practically says 'hello!' with your thumb, fingers clefting tight skin to the side. an additional kiss gifted to her lips, nibbling and pulling the plush pink skin between your lips as you peel away, watching her bottom lip spring back.

fuck.

a heat washes over her groin, walls tensing up for that little, little, touch. she swore the inseam of her denim tightned up on her swelling cunt, biting back a whimper it might harbor. she nearly chokes up in a gulp as the excitement courses through her veins. neck muscles flexing and big hands gripping the table surface behind her, blood crimson swirling in her cheeks, stumbling of the lip. she had to fuck you.

''what're you doing?" the smirk resonates in ellie's volume, hoarse and lacking her full tone.

no shame internally. but, keeping it cool, you fixate your pupils to hers, casting an innocent facade. your hand stays right where it is, caressing her happy trail, just looking her dead ass in the eyes.

''just checking in before i head out, got lotsa' farm work to do.'' you explain, all chillax, slanting your head to the side.

her digits grasp and knead around the bony bump of your wrist, ''mm, how longs' that gonna be?" her voice grits even more navelly, juniper eyes aimed firmly on yours. intention woven heavily with need.

you tick your tongue, ''til' dinner probably, why you asking?''

''hah- uhh," an airy chuckle riffs her open mouth, tongue folding over her teeth, ''nothin' babe, get out there.'' goddess, she's so cute when she's flustered.

her thoughts tell a different story, though.

she wanted to fuck you, stuff you up til' your pussys' brimmed with either her fingers or her silicone dick, dripping cum on the bed til' it was a stain that could never be washed away. like reflecting nights, but, the farm resembles an actual pigstye. it needs the work.

hearing each of your footsteps strike the floor as you leave ached in her stomach, white hot singe amassed her skin, the tightening of her crotch felt too fucking good to resist a touch. a touch that must continue, she thought, sucking her bottom lip in concentration, tuning to this feeling.

truthfully, you haven't laid foot outside the backdoor. hell, you're in the bathroom. it's been minutes. door ajar and beckoning any noise to pass the gap. the grip on your square paddle brush mitigates when a familiar tense groan echoes from the hall, preluding a nasty mouthful of words.

''yu-eah? like my fingers fh-fuckin' you, dirty fuuckin' girl?'' her wisping words muffle and stagger across the hall. nevertheless, the stillness of this house never mutes a gasp fully.

the hell is she talking to?

it's coaxing you in, rounding the door trim slowly with stealthy feet and approaching the sun-beaming room once more. the wall glides aside as you teeter your head in, spotting ellie, facing the back wall, inked veiny arm flexing its robust muscles prominently with a fist stuffed in her unzipped jeans, wrist flicking in the confining seams of her pants. she gives her pussy a few slaps in-between groans, the sticky, wet sounds and splatter of arousal ruining her peeled back spandex underwear.

unholy shit.

''got my fin-nghh, fingers all wet, hmm? uh-huh.." a growl disturbs her mellifluous whimpers, making the hymn for her illusions of you, the one 'being fucked', sound so much naughtier than prior.

yeah, that's right. the fingers stroking her sensitive pink clit and jamming inside her spongey wet walls? she's imagining that it's you, splayed out on her art desk, utensil jars knocked off the surface, looming over your shaky limbs and letting your pussy know exactly how it should feel. insides warming her slender fingers up, audiolizing the sounds of her pussy as your own, wanting to taste it so bad and pretend it's your taste. her brows knit and draw two grooves between them, relishing the thought.

the sight draws you in, locks you in, gets your groin sweating and your blood cells buzzing with tantamount want. her flushed red profile clenching up, protruding her hips forward and clawing deep carvings in the table. now, you really couldn't leave.

in her shut tight eyes, imagination is in motion. again, on her desk, at the crux of twilight, green strap buckled on tight as she thrusts into your leaky pussy. the lips of your slit dilating and closing as it slides, in and out, slamming and plunging, moaning and crying on her thickness that blares up your sensations. she can graphically picture how wet your folds would be, dripping down between your asscheeks and marking the bed with a puddle. thinking how effortless it is to get you wet, gushing simply from her dirty remarks. ellie's calloused hands would separate, one pushing your leg up and the other squeezing down on your tummy, just so you'd feel every fucking inch bulging inside. such a naughty thought, hmm?

'' feel how big I am? "'

'' m-mhm.. s'bi- ahh.. ''

'' she's so fuckin' wet, mhm.. g'nna cum? "

ellie's mind is really fucking perverted.

her feet spread further apart as her hips buck into the table's edge, parked perfectly at her throbbing clothed bud. from your point of view and her angle, the russet hairs of her crotch become more visible, running up her lower abdomen just beneath her belly button.

''fhhuckk- babe, beg for- beg.. for it.'' ellie rasps out, undulating a bellowing groan from the depths of her chest, activating that deep husky melody, "uuhhhhnn.."

many things lead you to believe she's.. shrouded in her own world, unaware, especially when she begins to curl and roll her hips into the desk, chafing her clit in linear motions with her digits spreading her lips apart. she's actually getting off on the desk. wow. it'd be laughable, but it's weirdly not. shit, you're turned on.

why not, you thought. a hand venturing down to your own tightening crotch as you observe her, curving over the hill of your cunt. only a thin layer of fabric obstructs it, yet, so much is felt. your digit applies satiating pressure to the angry bud, abrasing it against the tough seam that digs into your clit, just right. tiny pricks of aching pleasure stride up your groin, nearly hiking a whimper up. too fucking close.

''come on baby, c'mon..''

one thrust.

''make ellie proud..''

two thrusts.

''cum on me- cum'n me..''

three thrusts.

she hobbles over the desk slightly, digging her palm between the border and her cunt, curving her fingers and feeding that nagging wish to abuse her g-spot with lightwork. ''god, fuck!'' she's wailing on two fingers, dual knuckles deep, other hand plumb on the drywall, slapping her pussy as her orgasm overwhelms her, sapping up her panties and jeans with those glistening, sex reeking juices slobbering from her puffy entrance. anything that once stood silent on the desk is now toppled over. no wonder, she's still dry - humping the desk in chase of that tongue-drooling high. pussy gushing out and damping up her inner thighs, fingers bringing out a squelching noise as she finishes with greedy little strokes to her bud.

the depiction alone has you done for.

your own fingers can't help it. the flame inside you. core stinging and tensing around nothing. the denim blocking you from a true experience got annoying, tugging down your zipper and peeling the fly back. your hand wedges in and barely feathers over your clit, already jutting your ass flush against the wall in reaction. sucking a hiss in, you feed into your cravings and tug that bud in circles, sending your eyes to the back of their sockets until all you could see was a fucking sea of darkness, at that point.

her hand shamelessly slides out from her pants, spandex snapping back in place, twining her palm over just so she could see her fingers caked in slick. standing there, staring, dead ass. pupils narrowly clouding her irises as they widen. her winded breaths glaze the tips of her pruney fingers, rendering the arousal coating them to grow cold.

she's a tad astonished at the reality that just took place. beet red cheeks fuming and hung open lips, the string of cum lining her happy trail from when she dragged her hand out, wet and gleaming, doesn't even phase her senses. she cups her hand around nothing, the weight of a void, yet, it crowns a smirk to her lips. fashioning dimples and nasal lines galore. abusing her clit to the thought of you. she actually just did that. with her bare hand. it's got her mind visualizing a replica of your aftersex, bliss-fucked, fatigued body glowing in a moonlit sweat. hearing your phantom voice riddle her with praises, feeling rewarded, like she made you feel good. how she always does.

''what the fuck..'' she chuckles at her own expense, bouncing her head in a circle while zipping her jeans back up, a loud 'zpp!' heard under her collective pants. can't forget to wipe her hands, cause that shit was not tame.

man, where the fuck are you gonna go after witnessing this? at the least, back away from the door.

all ellie's worried about is her soiled bottoms, already planning to wash them herself. it'd be an interesting conversation to traverse if you saw the state of them, which, unluckily, you already did. deciding that her painting can wait, she's already en route to changing her jeans, spinning on her heel and strolling towards the door.

wait, fuck.

managing to slide your hand out before she spots you, a dash of luck pervades you, your beliefs, at least. propping out by the door's edge, you stop ellie right in her tracks, just as if you'd naturally showed up.

your hand leans on the chipped trim as leverage, blurting a ''hey, els- do you know where the rake is?'' phew, nice save, you assumed.

a glamour of scorching sweat charges over ellie, taken aback by the sudden presence of you popping out ahead of her. she shakes it off, blinking her eyes as if coming out of a trance. ''god, uh- you didn't check the..'' her words drop abruptly, and so do her eyes.

what is she gawking at? oh, fuck, your fly's still undone.

uh oh. &lt;3

''so.. this still about the rake?" her finger wags down at your exposed pantyline, that stupid fucking grin creasing her cheeks.

all but a witty comeback can mount your timid tongue, ''that- uh.. it's not..''

ellie's grin tilts, plush strawberry lips inching in closer to your blushed and embarrassment lush face cringing at the fact you even tried to rub one out. ugh. you expect a pint of teasing to pass from her lips, but instead, she's inviting you in.

''i know that fuckin' look, c'mere.''

rest in peace. to your pussy, not you.

(og gifs from mophasma, cheerful oblivion)

#ellie williams x reader #🐇 #SCREAMS

[rarestdoll]

seeing y'all post all this AI shit of ellie n abby is so ewwwww 🤢

#i hate AI #that shit is ugly #tlou2 #ki rambles