borderlinefemme

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If y'all need me, I'll be in my room, in the dark, yearning melodramatically

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if you see me irl ur schizophrenic i only exist online

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yet again thinking about them throwing me down on my bed and pinning me into a mating press, their lips messy and hungry against my neck, whispering between ravenous grunts and unrelenting thrusts that they need to breed their pretty little baby over and over and over and

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do u ever think about how much you’ve changed in the past 2 years and ur just like, thank god.

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ପ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ଓ

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envying a person that isn’t real 😔

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Lana lyrics for today

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fratgirl!vi + jealous sex my love.

fratgirl!vi x fem!reader || nsfw content ;; dom!vi ;; jealous vi ;; possessive!vi ;; spanking ;; petnames ;; strap-on sex.

vi’s grip on your hips tightens. hard. bruising.

“you think i didn’t see that?” she growls against your ear, voice rough from beer and possessiveness. “you were laughing at her jokes like she was funny or something.”

your breath hitches when her hand smacks your ass. loud. mean. her rings sting.

“she was funny,” you murmur, eyes wet, voice trembling—but vi’s already shoving your cheek into the bed, one arm around your waist to hold you still, the other dragging her strap between your slick folds, slow and heavy like a warning.

“oh, sweet girl,” she mocks, biting your shoulder just enough to make you squeal. “bet she doesn’t even know how wet you get when i fuck you dumb like this.”

you try to shift, hips rocking back instinctively, but vi pins you harder. her biceps flex beside your ribs. “nah, don’t run now. not when you’ve been so friendly.”

she pushes in with one hard stroke.

you gasp, a choked moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, the strap curved just enough to grind right against that sweet spot. vi growls again, deeper this time.

“you’re mine,” she pants, thrusting rough, unforgiving, making the bed creak with each snap of her hips. “say it.”

“i’m—fuck—yours, vi, yours, i’m yours,” you whimper, fingernails clawing at the sheets, body folding under the weight of her jealousy.

“that’s right.” she fucks you harder. “don’t forget it.”

your knees are weak. you’re babbling nonsense now, face shoved in the pillows, her name leaving your lips like prayer. every thrust makes you feel owned, marked, ruined. exactly what she wants.

she pulls your head back by the hair just enough to whisper, voice low and dangerous:

“next time you smile like that at someone else—i'm fucking you in front of them.”

and god help you, the idea makes you clench around her, makes her hiss through her teeth and fuck you deeper like she knows.

“greedy little thing,” vi spits, slamming into you one last time before you collapse. “mine. only mine.”

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“I need you” and suddenly my pants are on the floor

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Love you as in I wait patiently like a pathetic dog for scraps of your attention, wagging my invisible tail and my ears perk up at the sound of your voice or when I see you replied to one of my hundred texts

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The big three…

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I really just wanna take a nap w/ someone and then have the nastiest sex and then go on a laid back date to a nice steak house and get a little tipsy and then go back to rutting like fucking animals.

Sigh