Ellie Hates You. Ellie Hates Everything About You. How You Dress With Your Stupid Frilly Little Clothes

ellie hates you. ellie hates everything about you. how you dress with your stupid frilly little clothes found god knows where in this apocalyptic wasteland. how much joy you bring to the community with just one smile of yours. how you try so hard to revive a life you never got the chance to live, a life so distant it sounds like bullshit when you one day came up with the idea of gathering together and ask the elders to share memories of their habits before everything when to shit.

ellie hates you but she happens to hate herself as well. how she wants to read your laugh as fake but she fails, filled with a warmth she would willingly discard. how you seem to be the only topic on her mind and on her lips, even though no positive things are uttered in your favour. how her own senses betray her and work with the sole intent of reminding her of your natural scent that lingers like a torture in her nostrils as soon as you are a metre away from her. how much she loves to snap at you, especially when it is totally uncalled for. how much excitement rushes in her veins at the thought of breaking you, see you reveal your true colours and scream at her.

ellie hates the sweetness of your juices, wetting your pussy as she is torn between torturing you, spread on this damn countertop, by flicking her insatiable tongue directly on your clit, or fucking you open on her wet muscle until you beg through hot tears to never stop, that you swear to do everything, anything if that means to have ellie eat you out.

ellie hates how she longs to have your hands pulling her hair hard when the sucking on your little bud is just too good.

ellie hates the way her own name leaves your mouth. It's a scream, a humid sob, a desperate pleading altogether and if she can sense you going on cloud nine, she can rightfully admit her head being lighter and her brain shutting a few doors.

ellie hates you when you anchor her wrist and bring her fingers inside your mouth, covering them in saliva and tears, bobbing your head as if to convey a subliminal message.

ellie hates how fast she complies and pistons two fingers inside you without questioning or some sort of teasing.

ellie hates how your hips leave the counter just enough for you to meet the thrusts of her fingers halfway, because it takes too long for them to cave themselves into you once they go all the way out.

ellie hates how your pussy desires to keep her inside, risking to have you pass out because of the intensity too mean to bear, but seem to need more to release the knot in your stomach.

ellie hates how you clenching and filling her mouth all the while chanting her name out loud fills her ego and sends shivers where they aren't supposed to go with the thought of having people hear your obscenities and the way she managed to make you feel.

but most importantly, ellie loathes how she just can't face you and like the vilest of the cowards she runs, leaving you there, used, still panting, still finding a way to catch your breath and now with the additional confusion of piecing together your incoherence to make a something out of it.

loser!tatted!ellie fucking the shit out of prissy!cheerleader!reader ╭( ๐_๐)╮like oh my goodness.

imagine her holding a dildo tightly in her completely tatted up right hand, pounding it in your poor seeping cunt over and over again. not letting up or giving you any breaks whatsoever. her face would be so, so close to your pussy. just watching every single movement she’s inflicting on you intensely. front row, front and center.

an occasional dribble of spit coming out between her lips to drop on your clit, only to remove the dildo from your hole to rub it into your pussy. slapping the toy onto your abused button.

she’ll rasp out a deep “fuck” at your jolts of movement due to your sensitivity. her lips spreading apart in the most beautiful addictive, evil little smirk. putting the toy back into you, giving your clit a little kiss. well maybe several kisses because its ellie.

“my god, baby. how you feelin” she’ll whisper up to you in awe, watching your perfect, heavily blushed face contort in the most gorgeous expression of pleasure. your hair messy but sitting on top of your head just right, lips swollen and bruised. just fucked out. and she knows just exactly how you feel, i mean cmon now. she’s fucking you so well like she always does, you would’ve never thought in your life the tatted up loser your friends would talk shit about would be so fucking good. your words would come out as dragged out whimpered blabbers, ellie understands though, she always does.

“e-els.. s’good, s’ good” is all you muster up, earning you a hearty chuckle from your girlfriend. she’ll smile with a questioned “yeah” in which you’ll tiredly nod to.

“gonna cum f’me baby?” ellie sweetly pecks your thigh, her haunting green eyes just boring into your almost closed ones.

“y-yes els, pleaseplease” whines were spewing left and right, your moans going up a higher octave once ellie starts sucking at your clit all while simultaneously fucking you with the dildo. ellie own moans leaving her from the taste of you on her tongue.

ahhh god…. i can’t anymore

ଘ cw // mdni, wlw, cunnilingus (eating it from da back), overstimulation, cum eating

"n-no more! pleasee-" you desperately cried out, holding onto the plush pillows and your inner thighs being covered in your slick and her saliva. her tounge dragging across your sensitve slit and twirling it around in circular motions in your throbbing bud. her hands grabbed the fat of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as she devoured your pussy like a starved woman, moaning as if your pussy was a five-star meal. you were already senstive, first being eaten out from the front and now from the back was too much for you but she couldn't stop, your taste was too addicting,"jus a lil' more yeah?" her words were incoherent, her lips being covered in your juices as she slurped you up, licking your inner folds and your sensitive bud.

you couldn't help but squeal, gripping the pillows tightly as tears soaked the pillow covers, sniffling softly as she was in awe, managing to break you so easily was her accomplishment. filthy noises filled in the air, 'schlip!' and 'squelch!' were being paired with your pornographic moans and little pleads for her to stop, which only caused your overstimulation to grow. your voice was getting hoarse, and your body shaking uncontrollably that all she could do is smirk at your reaction,"f-fuckk! gonna cumm!" you mewled as you felt your eyes roll, at this point you could rip the pillow off by how sensitve you are, only making it worse when she started to rub your puffy clit. you moaned out her name, arching your back prettily for her as your teeth bit down the pillowcase, muffling your cries and moans since you're being too loud.

"cum of my mouth darling" you couldn't hear her properly since her mouth was stuffed in your pussy and ravaging you like a whore, your sensitivity grew in-between your folds almost making you squirt. you hissed in pleasure before you found yourself cumming on her mouth, of course, you moaned loudly that you could receive a noise complaint from the neighbors and she swallowed each bit of your cum and not leaving a single drop. your body was sore, hickeys painting over your pretty body as you grew sore from the sensation, your calves turning numb as your toes were still curled up. you panted softly, your eyelashes dripping with tears as your cheeks were soaked and fully flushed. your body twitched and flinched with every gentle touch she could give.

"hm, you really were sensitive weren't you?" she licked her lips, a sly smirk curling up as she saw your fucked out demeanor. you let out a whine and your voice cracked, your grip on the pillows loosening up as you felt a pair of lips kiss your cheek,"thank you for the meal" she cooed as her hands found a way to squeeze your breast as if it were a stress ball, and all you could do was roll your eyes in annoyance.

── yae miko, quanxi, kafka, yosano, beidou, mirko, mei mei, hange, yelan, your other preferred characters !

rahu probably drinks plain black coffee usually but one day you offer her to take some coffee you made specially for rahu to her studies. she doesn't mind – why not? it's just coffee. the cup isn't transparent though, so she doesn't see its content – and she thanks you, kisses you and baby goodbye, then takes her leave.

she only gets a chance to take a sip of this special coffee during her lectures as she sits in the back. she didn't expect anything extraordinary and she was right – it was just her usual black coffee but with milk. it was sweet though... did you add sugar in it?

rahu thought for a while then she suddenly remembered she hadn't really seen you pumping extra milk this morning after feeding the baby...

oh god.

cw. lactation kink

LDHDHSKKSHSJSKSNS ANON OMG ?? oh i need to tag my resident president of rahu nation in this one, @sinsmockingbird I TAKE IT BACK IT’S NOT BED O’CLOCK YET, YOU MUST SEE THIS ???

anywho rahu is getting IMMEDIATELY bricked up when it all clicks. she coughs and sets the cup down, loud enough that the whole class turns to look at her. she’s red in the face but waves it off as just not expecting her coffee to be that hot. but under the table she is STRAINING against her pants, like FULLY rock solid down there LMAO

she sends you a text just saying “why” and you send her back a winky face ;) and a picture of her baby feeding. she’s immediately shrugging off her coat, tying it around her waist to attempt to hide her ridiculously massive boner, tells the lecturer that her gf needs help with the baby and just leaves. she has PLACES TO BE and that place is between your tits AMEN 🙏🙏

thinking about sinners with big jackets(zoya, langley, shalom, etc.) letting you wear it while you ride on their lap, like they're definitely enjoying the view of you having something of theirs while you bounce on them..

The look of their huge jacket almost entirely encasing your naked body is such a huge turn on for them. Bonus points for if you wear it while you pathetically ride them senseless 😵‍💫

Out of all the big jacket women, I think Shalom would have the most pleasure in seeing her giant coat just completely overwhelm your body. Shes biting her lip and looking up at you with amused eyes, one hand on your hip while she watches you hop on her dick with the enthusiasm of a horny bunny. Since her jacket is so big, it makes you look and feel so small, causing Shalom to get a bit harder at the idea of her being much larger than you, when she really isn’t <3

Zoya is the type of woman to put her jacket on you when you’re feeling cold. If you start to shiver while having sex, she instantly grabs her jacket and pulls it over your shoulders, kissing your forehead before muttering “keep riding baby” as she’ll make sure you’re nice and warm while you take in all 7+ inches of her dick. She just loves making sure her pretty girlfriend is well taken care of!

For Langley, her coat is usually draped over you as a blanket for whenever she’s working long shifts. If you sleep in her office, she’ll take off her coat to keep you warm while she works as she doesn’t want you to catch a cold. Well, sometimes in the midst of your nap, you’ll crawl over to Langley’s lap as she’s still working, and fuck yourself on her cock while still wearing her oversized jacket. Though you’ve settled for just cockwarming her as she finishes up some computer work, you can see Langley groan as she sees how small you look encased in her clothing and latching onto her member. Shes so turned on…you can feel how hard she is by the way her member twitches.

Jerry & Hedwig drabbles: helping their partner with ruined makeup

Female!yanderes x reader

Warnings: Jerry's part is suggestive

Jerry:

Jerry's always happy ruining your makeup when giving you pleasure, getting you to a point where you can't help but cry. Seeing where her abilities can get her makes her feel like she's on pink clouds.

She sits you down on the toilet and chuckles, admiring you. Your eyes look up at her in a thankful, yet desperate, way that makes her heart skip a beat.

"You look good like that", she says, taking your head in her hands to get a better look. "Maybe I should leave you like this?"

You shake your head quickly. Her men will never let you live it down. But maybe that is exactly what she wants. She loves to claim you, loves to show you off to everyone around him so hat they will know that you are hers and hers only. That no one should try to touch you. She chuckles again and brings out your makeup bag. You can tell that she contemplates covering all of the marks she's left on your throat.

"It's a shame to cover up my work", she says thoughtfully. "I will fix your face, but I will not be covering your neck. I have some creative freedom."

She wipes away your smudged mascara and lipstick with a grumpy look on her face. You look up at her with your beautiful eyes and she can't help but become nervous.

"Stop staring at me", she says, trying to sound angry. "You're disrupting me."

"You look concentrated", you say.

"Well, I am trying my very hardest to fix your face."

"Am I ugly?"

Jerry widens her eyes. "W-What? What the fuck? No! Why-? That's not what I meant."

She helps you with your mascara and accidentally pokes your eye. You yelp and pull back.

"Sorry", she says and pulls you back by your shoulder. "Get back here."

She continues with your makeup, getting better and better with each stroke. She seems to like it and you wonder if she finds it theraputic to fix your makeup.

"I used to do this to my little sister, you know", she says and tries to smile half heartedly. "She liked when i did her makeup."

"You don't wear makeup", you point out. "Why don't you wear it if you like to do it?"

"I like to do makeup, not wear it. Every now and then I find myself liking it on my face, but I don't really like the feeling of it."

She suddenly takes a step back and cocks her head to the side.

"Well, I guess that works", she says nonchalantly. "You have never looked better."

Hedwig:

You've been at her summer house on the country side, right by a stream of water. It's the most private house she has, where her family retreats when they want to be hidden away.

You've been swimming in the stream and sunbathing on the dock for the past hour and now you have to go up to the villa and make yourself ready for dinner. You and Hedwig's family are going out to a resturant.

Hedwig insists on you matching and you wearing her clothes. Hedwig had told you not to pack much clothes because she wants to dress you in hers at all times possible. Seeing you in her clothes makes her feel important to you.

Hedwig loves to brush your hair. Doing it for you is her love language. She loves to run her fingers through your hair.

"Oh, my makeup", you say and chuckle as you see yourself in the mirror in the bathroom. "I look like I've been crying my heart out."

"It's okay, I can redo it if you want", Hedwig smiles. "Can I? Please?"

She sits you down on the chair in her bedroom in front of the mirror and starts to wipe off your ruined makeup.

"You're so pretty, sweetheart", she says softly, all in love. "You don't need makeup, but if you want me to do it anyways, I'm happy to do so. It's intimate, I like to be this close to you."

Every action is sweet and tender as if your skin is the most precious thing in the world. Hedwig is careful with the mascara, she's careful with highlighter, with lipstick and with blush.

"Does it feel okay?" she asks with a small smil, caressing your cheek, taking a better look on the beautiful work she has created. "It doesn't feel weird?"

You shake your head. Hedwig's smile widens in relief.

"Do you like the clothes I've given you?" she asks.

You nod. The clothes are soft and thin, flownig around you like a midsummer dream.

"Look in the mirror", she says. "I think I'm done."

You do. She has saved your tear-looking eyes and made you look normal. You thank her and she blushes. Hedwig stands behind you and brushes your hair carefully.

"I love you so much", she says. "I would sacrifice my entire heritage for you."