#camilamontes

[xmarziex]

》ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴏʀᴛᴇɢᴀ || ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ《

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✮ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴏʀᴛᴇɢᴀ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴄᴀɪʀᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇs✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴅᴀʀᴄʏ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴀʟᴠᴇs✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ ᴅɪᴀᴢ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴋᴀᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇs✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ʟᴏʀʀᴀɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ✮

》ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴏᴜs《 (+𝟷𝟾)

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴍᴀʙᴇʟ✮

》ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀɴɴ✮

》ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴘʜᴏᴇʙᴇ ᴀᴛᴡᴇʟʟ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮sᴋʏᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴇʀ✮

》ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ《 (+𝟷𝟾)

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴠᴀᴅᴀ ᴄᴀᴠᴇʟʟ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs✮

》ʟᴀsᴛ ᴋɪss《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝚰𝐌𝐄𝐑: ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ᴶᵉⁿⁿᵃ ᴼʳᵗᵉᵍᵃ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵍᵒ ᵗ�� ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵛᵉˡʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ. ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

[wol-fica]

-𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖-

parings - camilamontes x fem!reader

summary - micah overstepped a line, so camila put you in your place.

warnings - painful sex, strap-on sex, jealousy, degrading, swearing, p in v, semi-public sex, oral (c giving)

an - was unsure abt this fic but whatever i guess

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“And that is why you are incredibly flawless.” Micah said to you, twirling a piece of hair in between her fingers.

You giggled, shifting in your seat as you readjusted to a more comfortable position. You were curled up in a leather lounge chair, one of Camila’s hoodies thrown over your body paired with the typically provided medical pants.

Speaking of her, Camila was sitting near you, her brown eyes watching your every move. Her protective trait was activated, making sure that you were a-okay and comfortable while being around others; though her jealous seemed to be seeping through the cracks of her personality.

She was very possessive of you, down to only letting specific people even give you a high-five at times. She was always trailing behind you, following your schedule patterns, and made sure to be your partner in taking care of the elderly at the facility. Her focus was always on you, every second of every day.

“You should come to my room tonight.” Micah suggested, giving you a flirtatious look as she bit her lip.

A wave of uncertainty hit you, your nerves spiking at the idea of going to her room late at night, with no one around. Camila would never allow it, not even a step in the general direction of Micah’s dorm. You were her property, and she would not let you be utilized by someone other than her.

“She’s busy.” Camila said, sitting on the arm of your chair, her hand sliding behind your neck.

“No she’s not, she never does anything other than work and look pretty!” Micah cheesed, pursing her lips, “I would love to see her down and dirty in my-.”

“Absolutely not.” Camila snarled, standing up and bringing you with her, “Let’s go.”

You sighed, knowing what was coming, and gave Micah an apologetic smile as Camila led you away. Her hand was tight on yours, her fingers interlaced and locking you with her. A few complaints could be heard from Micah pouting behind you, but you were to far to make out what she was saying.

Camila dragged you farther along, shoving open a bathroom door and yanking you inside. As soon as the door swung shut, you were shoved against it with her lips on yours.

She kissed you aggressively, her jealously clearly showing as she grabbed and pulled at you. Her lips molding into yours while her hands gently squeezed your hips.

“Mine.” She growled as you both made out, one of her hands sliding into your pants.

You moaned softly, head lolling back as Camila bit at your neck. Her fingers traced your underwear, no doubt feeling the wet patch forming on the fabric. She was mumbling nonsense into your skin as she pressed your clothed mound, eliciting small whines from you.

“Camila…” You gasped, trying to get her lips back on yours.

She hummed, retracting her hand and mouth from you so she could bring you to the bathroom counter. Her strength was far greater than her height, and she easily picked you up and set you on the cool surface, her lips returning to your neck once again.

“C-Camila.” You said again, desperate for her to do something more.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Camila snarled, pushing you onto your back before pulling your slacks and panties off.

She brought your legs over her shoulders, quickly pressing a small kiss to your thigh before diving into you. Her mouth worked wonders, licking and prodding at your entrance as you moaned in satisfaction.

Her tongue was experienced, licking at your drenched lips before shoving inside of your hole. The soft muscle pumped in and out of you at a simple pace, your insides twisting as she ate you out. Vibrations from her humming into you made you come, your orgasm washing over you as your head flew backwards.

“You taste delicious Y/N.” Camila murmured before standing up properly and messing with the tie on her slacks.

“Thanks?” You responded, wide-eyed as she pulled a large red strap-on out of her pants, “How long were you wearing that for?”

“Long enough.”

She pushed your legs back, aligning the head of the toy with your entrance before moving to push in. You yelped at the feeling, the cold plastic and the large expanse of the strap irritating your walls.

You’ve only ever had sex with Camila all but three times, and each time she had either ate you out, fingered you, or just both. She had mentioned trying out a strap at some point, but had never gone through with it because you claimed you were not ready; you’re assuming she is not going to listen to you at the moment.

Centimeter after centimeter she pushed, slowly stretching you out and filling you to the brim. You breathed erratically, wincing and short-breathed as your walls readjusted for her strap. It hurt, it really hurt, but your body was slowly relaxing to her advances.

“Babe, slower please.” You begged, reaching out to place your hand on her shoulder.

“Not happening.”

What?

Did she just say no?

“Camila.” You warned, hissing at the pain, “It hurts, I just need a minute.”

“I said no. You want to act like a useless slut in front of Micah, so you deserve to be treated like one.” She growled before pushing the last few inches in.

You gritted your teeth, pain and pleasure overwhelming you as Camila began to rut in and out of you at a fast pace. She was unforgiving as she fucked you, using degrading sentences to edge you on while you sobbed in satisfaction.

“What a needy whore, just wanting her pussy to be owned.” She sneered, flicking her index finger at your clit, “No wonder you’re so annoying.”

You cried out, feeling the bulbous head of the strap hit that deep spongy spot inside of you. You were sensitive, extremely sensitive; your nerves were on high alert as Camila fucked the living shit out of you. You’ve never been fucked with a strap, and your current state shows that.

“With how much you whine i’d assume you would have came by now.” Camila noted, now doing slow and deep gyrations as you whimpered, “God, you are so hot.”

After one more nasty thrust from her, you finally did what she wanted, your cum covering the strap and her shirt. She chuckled, pushing the toy in and out as you calmed down.

“C-camila, no more…” You whispered, biting your tongue.

“I don’t think so, I want more out of you.”

And that’s what happened, she got more, much much more. She kept thrusting and thrusting away, stretching you so far you thought you would rip at the seams. The grooves of the strap were rubbing your velvet walls raw, your cum now dripping into a large puddle on the floor as Camila kept on fucking you.

“You’re mine, I hope you know that.” She hummed into your ear, your legs shaking on her shoulders as you came for the fifteenth time that afternoon.

How no one had walked in to the bathroom, you didn’t know.

Your eyes woefully glanced down at your hips, watching with a lustful expression as the strap disappeared and reappeared rapidly. Your folds were puffy and red, definitely irritated with all the attention your genitals were receiving, and your clit was a blushing pink while being rolled yet again between Camila’s thumb and pointer finger.

“My girl.” She murmured possessively, kissing your lips fiercely to swallow your wails of distressed pleasure.

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#JennaOrtega as #CamilaMontes in #AmericanCarnage #AmericanCarnage2022

“If she were into girls, i'd try to hit that too.(..) Then again, maybe I can change her mind about that.”

https://twitter.com/ThisIsGSage23/status/1600430443819454464?s=20&t=rjxua38Z9q8kabNQT_5JXA

and also those edits:

https://twitter.com/jennaortvga/status/1538559679634231296?s=20&t=-rK0k6gFY-n12Hnc5sb_AQ

https://twitter.com/tamberluvbot/status/1580647817655119872?s=20&t=oveWMm6ul60IGZfEqrcEjg