Synopsis: uhhh gross Cait I've been promising since January, or something. Sorry. Doing my best out here. CAITLYN KIRRAMAN IS TRANS TO ME, SHE HAS A PENIS. She violates you but it's hot I swearrrr.
Content: f! reader, cnc, spitting, lots of spit, brief fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, nutting inside, sex referred to as rape, heavy degradation, praise (because she's dignified like that), hand holding, cnc again, the cnc is very heavy, seriously dead dove do not EAT, she starts off mean and gets nicer when she starts fuckin you, aftercare kinda, the aftercare is pathetic, you shld really get a better wife...its rape the kink is rape don't read it if you don't like that. not proofread
A/n: SORRY I PROMISED THIS AGES AGO AND IT'S ONLY COME OUT NOW I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY. I started writing this back in February and then shit got hectic and I got cheated on and just ohh my god I couldn't. But it's done now I hope it was everything yg dreamed of,,, gross Cait nation ily please don't have died on me :(
Caitlyn has missed you. She’s been out all day, getting work done, getting, frankly, incredibly pissed off. You’re all she can think about as she addresses a meeting full of idiots, as she stomps around and barks orders. Your soft body, the way you smile at her, the way you looked so cute this morning, when she got up and left the house before you woke up. You’re all she’s thinking about as she stuffs her key in the door, pushing it open roughly with her shoulder so she can see you. When she finally does you look up from your book, startled. You weren’t expecting her home quite this early. She doesn't look happy, and you slowly put your tea down on the coffee table, before sitting up against the couch. “Hi, Caitie. How was work?”
“Shut up,” she grunts, stomping her way over to you. Then before you know what's happening she's got her weight on you, and you grunt, feeling yourself pushed back against the couch. Ah. Alright. This is what we're doing.
“Missed you so much,” Cait all but slurs, grabbing at your shirt, long, slender fingers clumsily trying to pull it off. “Gonna rape you, okay? Gonna rape this pretty fuckin pussy.” And then she pauses, slightly, you can feel it; a nod from you, yes, Catie, you can rape me, and she's grabbing at you like it's the last chance she'll ever get. Her mouth latches onto your neck, it's less a kiss and more like she's trying to eat you alive. “Fuckin whore. Missed you so much, fuck, baby– gonna hurt you so bad.” You groan in response, squirming slightly where you've been unceremoniously slammed into the couch. She licks a stripe up your neck, and begins to pull off your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor by the couch. She smells like sweat and the last notes of your perfume, her hands are rough, her breath heavy, her muscles twitching and shaking.
“Stupid fucking– mm,” she's too overwhelmed to insult you, so instead she just grabs your face, kissing you wet, heavy, slow. You're pretty sure you feel her spit in your mouth. One of her hands tangles in your hair, grabs a fistfull of it, and the other moves down your body, grabbing, groping, exploring.
She pulls roughly at your hips, trying to tug you closer to her. “Come here.” She kisses you, again, licking her tongue into your mouth, everything feels vaguely sticky and wet. You pant, trying your best to process everything that's happening. “Fuck, Caitie– slow down,” “What don't you understand about shut up?” she spits, literally, leaning up over you and spitting on your chest. She gathers the saliva with the pad of her thumb and brings it down to your nipple, circling around the sensitive skin and watching as the temperature change makes it perk up. The stimulation sends tingles down your stomach and you bite your lip to suppress a whine. She groans, a sadistic sort of grin on her face, and kisses you again, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses on your face. She can taste the sweat and the makeup on your skin, it makes her dizzy. She is so, unbearably hard, and you look so good under her.
You whine, and she pinches your nipple. “‘S gross, baby,” you're pouting, and right hand on the bible, Cait feels her heart stutter. “You don't like it?” She spits on you again, just so see that pout, saliva landing right under your eye. “Take my fuckin dick out, baby. Stop complainin. I know you like it, fuck– yeah, that's it, good girl, good baby…” The metal of her jean buttons is cool against your fingers, and you can feel warm saliva rolling down your cheekbone, to your hairline, as you pull her trousers off, palming her through her panties. She is indeed, very hard. You can feel the warm wet of her precum leaking through the fabric, and she lets out a long, low moan, pressing her face into your shoulder. And she bites, making you gasp, the sting deep in your muscle.
“Oh you fucking bitch, what a good girl. Hmm? Does that- ohh, fuck, fuck. Let me- shit, baby. C’mere.”
The first thing you register is her cold, harsh hands on your thighs, pressing them apart. You can feel her wedding ring on one finger, the metal digging into your warm skin, and she scoots up to get a good look at your pussy, wet and waiting for her. “Good girl,” she croons, dribbling more spit onto the sensitive skin. She presses a thumb to your clit, harsh, making you gasp and arch your back. She grins. “You gonna take it, sweetheart?” She works her length out of her pants, circling her thumb around your clit as she gets them off, a little awkwardly. You nod, and she begins to work her middle finger into your entrance, jerking off her tip in time, groaning under her breath. Her slender digits stretch you out deliciously, curling into your soft walls and making you mewl, her technique practiced and precise- she knows her girl, knows what gets you off, what makes your eyes go fuzzy and your pussy go nice and loose. She mutters something about fucking slut you don’t quite catch, and then grabs at your thighs to rest them around her hips.
Cait presses her tip against your entrance, azure eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. “Fuck, I missed you,” she mumbles, eyes locked on your love like she’s talking right to your pussy, but her left hand dips down to entwine her fingers with yours. She squeezes, hard. And then with a groan she presses the head of her cock into your pussy, your warmth squeezing her so wonderfully tight, and she can’t help but press her weight further, burying her length in you, eyes closed in complete serenity and bliss.
You on the other hand, are struggling.
“Caitie- Cait,” you whine, trying to reason with her, squeezing her cool hand in your own. Her girth always stretches you out, you’d think after years with the woman it’d get easier. But no, the stretch still stings, and she still goes so deep you can feel it in your tummy, poking at your insides. She responds by rutting into you, forcing you to just take it, you both know you can. “You’re fine,” Caitlyn says almost soothingly, still pressing on your clit, she’s trying really hard not to just fuck you senseless right now. She’ll wait. And eventually you do relax, the pain subsiding to a pleasant full feeling. Immediately she’s taking the opportunity, pulling her hips back and snapping them forward again, cock bullying your newly accustomed walls, earning a lewd squelch. “Tha’s it,” She groans, beginning to fuck you properly, her weight pressing yours into the couch, sticky, hot skin smothering you. The sensation fills your tummy with warmth and you moan loudly, back arching to take her dick better.
Cait growls into your skin, thrusting her hips hard, as if trying to get out all her frustration on you in a single round. Your walls squeeze her so good and she can hardly think straight, her head spinning, the only thoughts in her mind about pounding you, raping you, emptying her load so deep in your pussy a part of her becomes embedded in you forever and she never has to let you go. Hot, overwhelming pleasure fills your body, blooming from between your thighs all the way up to the back of your throat. “Baby- mmf, fuck,” you mewl, squeezing her waist with your thighs, which earns you a harsh slap because it slows her down and she can’t have that. Almost as an apology she shifts to kiss you, licking into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to push into hers so she can suck on it.
The feeling is mind-numbing, and you whimper into her mouth, unable to do anything but take it, take her mouth, her dick, her treatment. She fucks at a relentless pace already, bullying your pussy and giving your clit enough attention to make you cry. The smell of sweat and sex fills the living room, your book layed neglected on a couch cushion, and the only thing you can hear is Cait groaning, muttering into your skin, and the steady plap, plap, plap sound of nasty sex. You can barely get a word in and when you do, she swallows it up greedily like it’s the only thing she's been craving. She fucks you like it’s the last chance she’ll get, like she’s been waiting, waiting to fuck you like this since the first time this morning some idiot made her jaw clench.
“Fuck, baby, such a good whore…love this pussy, sh’takes me so well, huh? Yeah, yeah…” Cait trails off somewhat breathlessly, burying her dick so deep it makes your eyes prick up and all you can do is gasp uselessly against her lips, overwhelmed by sensations and already feeling your tummy start to clench as your orgasm approaches. Your eyes flutter, and she hisses as your left hand finds her back, raking harsh, red lines into her pale skin. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t change pace. Just pants and growls into your ear, hitting that spot so deep inside you over, and over, and over, making that knot so impossibly tight you think you might cry.
Suddenly she changes the way she touches you, going from slow circles around your clit to fast, hard side-to-side motions. “Ah-..!” You squeal, nails digging further into her back, the unforgiving pace of it all making you writhe, making your body feel like it’s on fire. “Fuck, fuck, right there, fuck, Caittttcaitcaitcaitcait!” You babble, thighs shaking and pussy squeezing so tight around her. She groans your name with an almost predatory look in her eyes, moaning loudly when your release does come. She works you through it relentlessly, keeping up her bruising thrusts, working your clit till you stop shaking, till you moans becomes whines and then squeaks. At that point she shifts her weight, leaning over your body and pressing herself completely against you. She ruts into you, chasing her own release, teeth bared and drooling onto your shoulder, her fingers gripping onto your thigh and gripping it so hard it hurts.
“Take it, take it, take it, take it,” she repeats like a mantra, rutting into you every time she says the words. You can feel her dick twitch, pulse against your walls- and then with a heavy groan she cums, shaky hips pressed flush against yours. Even through your hazy mind you’re lucid enough to appreciate the way it fills you up, a warm, gooey feeling you can’t get anywhere else, from anyone else. She stays pressed up against you for a few seconds while you both catch your breath, before pulling out gingerly.
“Good girl,” she hums, pressing kisses up your shoulder to your neck, your cheeks, your mouth. She laps up any drool that wound up on your chin, hands running appreciatively over your twitchy body. “Took me so well. Such a pretty girl, hm?” One more kiss, “Sorry I spat on you.”
Synopsis: part one of several, highschool au Caitvi. Richgirl bassist Cait meets drummer Vi- chaos ensues.
Content: highschool au, band au, Maddie Nolan tw, probably slight mischaracterisation bc 1) they're like 16 here and 2) I bet doing that, swearing probably. No major content warnings
A/n: this took FUCK OFF AGES 2 get out I'm so so sorry omg. Not very good but like is any of my writing? no smut this time sorry team, smut is coming, later, I promise. love me a slowburn unfortunately. I am open 2 criticism but please please be kind productive and thoughtful<3 enjoy
Caitlyn Kiramman.
That’s not a name anyone thought might be on the roll of a public school, and a public school is never a place she thought she’d find herself. But she’s here- in her year advisor’s office, it smells like plastic and cheap carpet, and she’s looking at a shitty computer, with a list of subjects to select. Extracurriculars? Her fingers drum against her bicep, and she frowns. Agriculture, hospitality, industrial technologies…isn’t that what maids are for? Curse that fight with her mother that landed her here, this was a punishment. And now she has to deal with it.
“Legal studies,” she decides, her voice short and curt. Mr Scott nods, taking note of that. “And music, I suppose.” “You play?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, a friendly sort of smile on his face that makes her frown. “Yeah,” she shifts her weight to the other foot, “piano. And bass.”
And that was all it took to find herself here. Sat in the back of a music classroom, lined with plastic keyboards, next to 20 odd classmates she doesn’t know who are talking too loudly, who smell bad, who are vaping. She’s uncomfortable, it’s stuffy and loud and entirely unprofessional in here. This teacher (Mrs Jay, if she remembers correctly) is struggling to get control of the class, and she supposes it’s the middle of the day, but that’s hardly an excuse. It’s her one job. Cait’s pulled out of her thoughts when a pink-haired, muscular girl takes the seat behind her, glancing her way but not saying anything. She answers to Violet when the roll is called, she smells like wood oil. Caitlyn shifts a little further into her side of the desk.
“You new here?”
Her voice sounds warm, friendly. Cait jumps slightly, not expecting to be addressed, but offers a tight, polite smile. “I am, yeah. Caitlyn Kiramman. You're…Violet?”
“Vi,” she's corrected. “You play an instrument, or?”
Cait's eyes flick to the cheap pianos, and she nods. “Yeah. Bass. Yourself?” “I’d like to learn drums,” Vi replies, leaning back a bit in her seat; she’s obviously talkative, which makes Cait frown a bit, again. Not that there’s anyone not talking in this classroom, but still. “But I don’t have a kit, and I’ve never really tried before. I’m sure it can’t be hard. Hit some sticks, kick a drum…y'know?”
“...yeah, sure,” Cait nods slowly, turning herself back to face the whiteboard. Vi frowns but doesn’t say anything, taking the hint. Clearly not friendly. They sit in silence for the majority of the lesson, Caitlyn diligently taking notes and Vi’s workbook a little messier. The period’s coming to an end and they both start to pack up, Mrs Jay calling to get the attention of the class.
“Oh,” she waits until most of the students are looking up at her, before continuing. “Next lesson I’ll need you to get into groups, find yourself a band to learn a rock song with. Drummer, guitarist, bassist, singer. If there’s issues we’ll sort them out tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch, everyone!”
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The bell rings and the sound of chatter and chairs scraping fills the room, and Cait walks out to break, wandering a little aimlessly. Nowhere to really go, she finds herself tucked in the corner of a library with her laptop. Rock song, huh? The girl supposes she should look for one, so she opens Spotify, scrolling through a generic playlist she found. She lands on Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, not really rock, but, she's sure it will do. She definitely won't be learning anything heavy metal, that's for sure. And with the song tucked away in a little corner of her mind she moves on, deciding she'll find someone nice and quiet to play with, get the A, and go home.
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This does not happen.
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“So, you wanna work together or what?” Vi asks, leaning back in her chair and peering at Caitlyn. She's drawn all over her arm in sharpie today, mechanical symbols and cogs and gears, and she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday. “Um..” Cait purses her lips, nodding out of obligation more than anything, she doesn't wanna seem snobby. “Yeah, sure. Did you have a song in mind?” “I don't know. Something by Greenday?” She shrugs, and there's more nodding on Caitlyn's part, considering that. “Right.”
Vi isn’t sure how she managed it. But she ended up sat at a drumkit, a pretty girl on bass and a pretty girl on guitar, looking at a drum tab for Extraordinary Girl. Maybe she was a saint in a past life. Their guitarist, a short, redheaded girl who introduced herself as Maddie, is chatting up Caitlyn while they tune their instruments, and Vi watches with a soft grin. She fiddles with the drumkit, pressing her foot against the pedal of the kick drum rhythmically, tapping a stick on the snare; she watches Cait’s furrowed brow as she turns the tuning pegs carefully, and Maddie's soft smile as she looks at the blue-haired girl, too.
“Vi?” Cait looks up, absent-mindedly tapping her fingers against the muted strings of her bass. “Can you give us a beat?”
She hums, and begins to play- slowly, eyes flicking between the sheet music and the instrument. Drum tabs aren’t hard to read, but this is her first time trying, she’s kind of winging it; her big eyes narrowed into a focused sort of frown, movements careful, deliberate. She’s allowed maybe fifteen seconds before she’s stopped with a huff from the English woman, who puts her bass down dramatically, standing up.
“You need a metronome,” she decides out loud, her voice quick, annoyed. Vi blinks. What? Sure, she’s not Tré Coo, she doesn’t know the song yet, she’s not gonna be perfect. But she didn’t think she was that bad. She opens her mouth to protest, but Cait is already grabbing her drumsticks, confiscating them.
What a fucking snob.
“I don’t need a metronome, give those back,” Vi argues, reaching out to try and grab the sticks. Her fist closes around air, and she groans. “Excuse you. Not everyone’s perfect, y'know.” “I am not perfect! Just- you need to set a solid beat, or we can’t play,” she exclaims, and fishes her phone out of her bag, opening up youtube to find a track for her. She then gives the drumsticks back, Maddie snickers softly, the soft sound of her fiddling with the guitar the only pleasant thing in the atmosphere. Vi goes a bit pink, muttering a quiet thanks and trying again.
Synopsis: A list of hc's ab Vi if she was a massive fucking loser, which she is, love her. Kinda modern!au ig.
Content: nsfw under the cut, kinda perverted Vi, squirting, I don't know, none of it is like a story js hc's 4 now<3
A/n: wanted 2 post something but I didn't wanna write anything sighh...feel free 2 take inspo from this !! Don't need credit 4 anything but surely tag me if you write loser!Vi bc i wanna see I wanna see
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 have a ridiculous collection of bootleg/secondhand figurines...they range from Goku 2 Chieri Shiina and she does not take questions
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 have her pile of clothes switching from her bed 2 her gaming chair, depending on where she's sitting at the time
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 try 2 put on makeup and not understand why it melts off into a gross patchy mess after 2 hours. Someone teach her ab primer
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 dedicate a basketball shot 2 you, and then miss, fumble, fumble her whole game, fumble her whole season, fumble her whole life. It feels like. You kiss her forehead about it later.
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 touch herself on call w you... edging herself the whole time because, she knows she won't be able 2 keep quiet if she cums, and she can't have that. Yous hang up and she's there within the minute if not faster.
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 whine and beg and yap yap yap even when she's js touching herself, sweet girl can't keep her mouth shut.
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 squirt onto her bedsheets and not change them. Homegirl is not hygienic sorry
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 start randomly crying and getting all sappy during sex, she can't help it. It's not her fault, you're js so pretty! :(
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 beg and whine and plead w you 2 let her eat you out throughout the day. She's craving it, you get home and you say you're tired and she tries really hard not to pressure you but her soul is crushed. You spread your legs bc you were always gonna let her do it anyway.
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 make a sex playlist and put the Weeknd on it. Sorry.
Loser!Vi is the type of girl 2 be soo gross and pathetic and unlikeable and annoying I luv her that's my girl <33
can we get a part two to the “pent up..” ekko x reader, where round two goes down but reader allows ekko to do what he pleases and go as roughly as he wants. w a bit of after care?
Pent Up... (Ekko x Reader cont!)
Synopsis: part two of this fic, y'all have a round two. Things get rougher
Content: slightly less vanilla sex, porn no plot, fem!reader, p in v, praise, breath play, degradation if you squint, unprotected, nutting inside, cmon guys do better that's irresponsible, aftercare,
A/n: this is not that kinky...idk it's rougher than the first one. I'm so tired I had the first half of this sitting in my drafts 4 like 3 days I did not wanna finish it sorry if the ending is ass. Anon I love you thank youu 4 the request I hope you like it:>
"Round two?"
You groan is response, one hand coming lazily to run through his locs. "'S late, baby," but he's already placing warm, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, absolutely not listening. His dick nudging against your tummy, of course he hasn't gone soft. "C'mon. You wanted me to fuck you, yeah?"
Yknow, maybe you can go one more round.
You bite your lip, and he grins, moving up to place a single kiss to your forehead before shifting positions slightly. Kneeling on the bed again, he scoops your legs up and begins to manoeuvre you how he wants. You end up with your thighs pressed together, both knees hooked over one of his shoulders, and he's leaning over you, a hand planted on the mattress to hold his weight up.
Then Ekko sinks into you, groaning softly at the feeling. You mewl, and he tuts, covering your mouth with his palm. "'S late, baby," he echoes back at you, just a little condescending, as he begins to rock his hips into yours, "Don't be loud."
He muffles your whine with his palm, and bites back his own noises, pressing his forehead into your shoulder again. He fucks you a little harder, this time– you got what you wanted, now it's his turn. He's not a very rough guy but it feels good to pound into you a little every now and again. So he shifts his knees a little, to get a better angle, and begins to pump his hips into yours.
"Shit," he grunts, his nails digging slightly into your cheek. "Pussy feels so good, so fuckin wet. 'S that for me? Yeah, princess?" He doesn't let you respond, just pressing his hand over your mouth, you can make vague, incoherent sounds that he shushes absent-mindedly. He's more focused on how good you feel, how wet you get after an orgasm.
He mumbles something you don't quite catch about not waking anyone up, and then he moves his hand– the skin between his thumb and forefinger pressed against your nostrils, restricting your airflow. The feeling makes your eyes go hazy, makes you clench around him.
He notices.
Ekko looks up, releasing what's caused this change. "Oh, does that feel good?" He grins, and fucks you a bit harder, a bit deeper – not moving his hand, like he usually would would if he realised you couldn't breathe. He doubles down, digging his hand into your face. You moan.
"You little freak. You like that, huh?"
You nod, head hazy, and he groans appreciatively, suddenly pressing his pelvis forward yours till you're taking him fully, rutting his hips into yours. The sensations feel overwhelming, you're not gonna cum but your whole body is tingling. Then he's pounding into you again, releasing his hand and leaving you gasping for air.
"Ekko, Ekko, Ekko–" the way you whine his name under your breath has him twitching inside you, dick throbbing and weeping arousal. The things you do to him are insane. He bites at your shoulder a bit, tugging the skin lightly between his teeth, his breath hot and heavy against you. He wants to moan, to make some noise, tell you how good you feel– but he can't, and it frustrates him to no end. He pounds into you a little harder because of it, the sound of skin against skin being the loudest noise to come from the ordeal.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, nuzzling into you, his teeth releasing your skin. His head feels like it's spinning, he could get lost in the feeling of you if it weren't for your noises and your touch keeping him grounded in reality. It's all you, you, you, he's consumed by it.
You know Ekkos close because he starts to get just a bit rougher, hips rocking into yours like he might never get another chance. He presses his hand over your mouth again, muffling your moans, and digs his teeth into his own lip, pretty eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He keeps going for a few more moments, and his orgasm starts with his head before spreading down his body to pool in his stomach and spill outward.
"Good girl, baby," he's already mumbling as he ruts into you, although his actions don't get much gentler. He cooes at you, hips snapped against yours and hand restricting your airflow while he cums deep into you. "Fuck, love this pussy so much, feels so good...you like that, baby? Yeah? Fuck, my pretty girl, so pretty.."
His orgasm subsides and he takes a second to catch his breath, moving his hand to instead gently a stroke your face. He pulls out, his dick softening, and shifts you so you're layed comfortably on the bed, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Was that okay? Not too much?"
You shake your head and he nods, one hand gently going down to soothe your thighs, the muscles shaking and quivering a bit. It's not often Ekko gets rough with you, only when he gets carried away. But you like it, and he knows that, or it wouldn't happen.
"Hold me?"
He nods, shifting so you're scooped into his arms. "'Course, baby."
Synopsis: Your girlfriend is a commander of war. She' needs someone to be mean to, and you're willing and able.
Content: MEAN!Caitlyn, dubcon if you squint (yg have a safeword I promise.), dacro if you squint, degradation, sex referred to as 'bullying' one (1) time, reader compared to a dog one (1) time (not in dialogue), fem!reader, fingering, spanking, pussy spanking, aftercare, reader's bush is mentioned one (1) time
A/n: im gonna need you guys 2 be super nice 2 me ab this one okay. I'm 3 cones deep time of writing. Caitlyn I need you SOOOO BADD, this fic is very not normal proceed w caution
Caitlyn Kiramman is not a gentle woman. She never has been, not really; learned to shoot things down and dead when she was just a child, carried that sentiment with her to womanhood. And you've been her girlfriend for a few months, she's never really mean to you. Always treats you with the sort of respect she expects people she deems important be regarded with.
But – there's a war brewing. She's a commander. She's been a little stressed lately, of course she would be, and she needs to get that tension out somehow.
Which is how you ended up in this situation, folded over her lap as she spanks you. Hard.
"T-..ten," you manage, nails digging into your palms as you're made to count the harsh, unforgiving blows to your ass. Caitlyns fully clothed, you're stripped bare and dripping arousal all over her nice pants. You can't see her face, but her jaws still clenching, she's only getting madder.
"You like that, don't you? Always been a slut," she spits, her slender hand now grabbing roughly at the fat, kneading it under her palm. She tugs at the skin, spreading open your ass to expose your neglected pussy, making you whine. "So wet, and for what?"
Before you can respond she's spanking you again, affording a harsh slap to the skin where your ass meets your thigh. "Eleven," she supplies for you, her voice mocking, seething with an anger that's not directed at you. "If you can count that high."
You mewl incoherently, ass wiggling to try and get away from the pain. Cait doesn't like that. She grabs you again, and then, all of a sudden – you're being manhandled, shifted so you're more on your side, and she tugs your leg into the air.
"Wha–..?" No time to voice your confusion, because she's already delivering a harsh smack to your pussy, making you moan, loud. She groans appreciatively, her mouth twisting into a (sadistic) smile for the first time since she's been home.
"Pretty girl likes that, huh? Such a good whore."
She presses her hand into your pussy, the heel of her palm against your clit, her tough too rough, too much – she's hurting you, she's enjoying hurting you. It makes you so wet. She has her right hand absent-mindedly (and a little clumsily) stroking your hair, cupping your face – you just look so pretty when you cry, it's not her fault.
"C-caitt! 'S too much, please, too much.." you're sobbing, pussy already puffed up and overstimulated when she slips two fingers in, firmly pressing against your g-spot. And groans, eyes closing for a moment to collect herself. Her face is all flushed by now, and she's smiling, hard; she loves this, taking all her energy out on her pretty, slutty girlfriend. She stuffs her fingers into your hole, curling them up and fucking you so good.
"Fuck, princess, pussys so fuckin greedy...you love this, huh? Love being used like this?" You nod, your body all curled up so you can press your face into her side, muffling your whines. She strokes your hair distractedly, the way one would a fussy dog.
You're getting her top all wet with tears, her pants all wet with arousal. "So messy," she tuts, although her voice is far away, absent-minded. She's more focused on the filthy noises you and your pretty cunt make, on the way your hole swallows her now-wrinkled fingers up so, so greedily.
She lets go of your face for the first time to instead grope one of your tits. It's a simple act of cruelty, of degradation– and it just snaps something in you, your orgasm spilling out of you, all over your thighs, up her arm, getting everything wetter than it was. She moans out loud, just about cums from the sight herself. "Shit, baby, you're such a fucking slut, I love you," she's rambling, digging and rutting her fingers into you, bullying you through your orgasm. You hit her lightly a few times, she hardly notices. She fucks you through it, she's so mean, so unreasonably mean, it's the hardest you've cum in a long time.
Eventually she starts to kiss a line up and down your arm, hand slowing, then pulling out delicately. She cups the back of your head again, her now-free hand coming up to her face so she can suck your arousal off her fingers, one by one. By the time you open your fingers she's licking delicately up her palm, just wanting to taste as much of you she possibly can. You moan out loud again.
"Y'such a good girl, did so well f'me," she cooes, gently running a (wet) hand over your (wet) thigh, trying to soothe the muscle. Her mouth trails up your shoulder and to your face, gently catching your swollen lips in a kiss.
"Did I tell you how much I love you?" She asks, her head still reeling, stomach still swirling with the feeling. You cling to her, overwhelmed and confused and fucked out.
"I got you, baby, I got you...you're so fuckin pretty, yknow that? Made me feel so good, so much better, my good girl, yeah, fuck, baby.."
She nuzzles into your cheek, gently scooting you so you're layed down on the bed. The towel she put under you is completely soaked, seeped into some of the sheets. Oops. She lifts your legs up gently to pull it out from under you anyway, softly kissing on your thighs to distract you.
"Caitlyn," you sob, and she shushes you, shaking her head. "'M done, baby, 'm done. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Stay awake f'me, baby," she mumbles, pressing her mouth to her hips before straightening up, dropping the towel in the hamper. She'll clean it up in the morning. She also strips off most of her clothes, they're soaked and smell like pussy anyway.
And she returns in panties and a singlet with a soft hand-towel, patting dry your thighs, pussy, bush. Once she's satisfied she moves up to kiss your face, wiping the tears off your cheeks, quietly shushing you.
"Such a messy girl," she cooes, nudging her nose against you affectionately. "You did soo well, baby."
How do you think ekko would react to burn scars? I have them on the back of my thighs and thought I can't see them everyone who can says they cover most of my thighs and there dark.
Let's be real here, Ekkos from the undercity. He's seen all kinds of shit. Death, pain, disfigurement, scars of all shapes and sizes; I don't think he'd really care. He'd definitely notice, maybe ask what happened, we've seen he can't really control his mouth. But wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
If you seem insecure about it, he might give them some special attention (if you're comfortable with it). Just little things, a hand on the back of your thigh if it's comfortable, kisses on them if he's giving you head, he'd tell you how beautiful your skin is. Bro doesn't give a shit what your body looks like honestly, he just wants you to he happy and comfortable.
Synopsis: you and Ekko have been caught up with responsibilities, haven't had a whole lot of time together. You get needy. He takes care of you.
Content: the most vanilla sex of your life, soft kissy missionary, fem!reader, p in v, unprotected, very light nipple sucking, established relationship. Not very proofread. Probably extremely out of character.
A/n: first fic ahhh idk..!!🥹 this is lowk so vanilla it's boring idk. Trying 2 ease myself into it. Please lmk if I made any mistakes, I did this instead of homework so I hope it's good smh</3 enjoy
Sex isn't that important to you.
Really, it's not.
Ekko's always had a higher libido than you, not that you don't wanna fuck him, it's just not really on your mind much. You're fine without it, as long as you get to hold him at night. But– fuck.
It's been almost two weeks. You've both been busy with responsibilities, leading the Firelights isn't easy, even with the weight on four shoulders. You find yourself looking at his body a little more than his face, getting distracted, thoughts wondering away to hot, steamy places, when you're supposed to be paying attention. It feels a little dirty, you've never been one to sexualise people. But you can't help it. He's hunched over a desk at the moment, shoulders tense and legs spread absent-mindedly.
Your mouth waters.
"Ekko," you start, the word soft, your fingers fidget with your top as you sit on your shared bed. He looks up, eyes curious and a bit tired. "Hm?" He sits up a bit and you bite your lip, unsure how to go about this, but you've never been a shy person.
"That work important?"
"..Not really," he hums, tilting his head, looking at you curiously. You open your mouth, close it again, trying to get your thoughts to shut up. Dick dick dick dick. Come on now, you're better than this, right? Surely you're better than this.
"I need somethin'," you mumble, thighs squirming together a little. "C'mere."
He does, and you look at the way his arms flex when he pushes himself off the desk, instead of his face. He frowns, bemused. That's new. Then you're tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer to you, and looking up at him with those big, sweet eyes. Shit. He starts to smile, standing over you where you sit on the bed. "Yeah? What's that?"
You tilt your face up at him, raising your eyebrows a bit. "Kiss me?" He grins, first instinct to tease you a bit, but then you tug at his shirt again, thighs pressed together and a sort of need in your eyes neither of you are used to. He doesn't have a lot of resolve, that man.
Your mouths connect, and he's smiling a bit, and he's got his hand rested on the side of your neck, and he smells good, and ohh, god. You sigh into his mouth, hand curling tighter around his shirt. The kiss is slow, filled with an affection and closeness. But the mood changes before long, and you tug him closer, the kisses becoming hungry, heavy and hot.
Ekko leans further over you, scooting you back a bit so you're more on the middle of the bed. He knows what you want. The two of you don't have much free time these days, and yeah, teasing is fun, he'd love to work you up, make you wait, but – it's late. So he's climbing over you, movements slow, the kiss unbroken.
You trail a hand down his waist, tugging at his shirt. "Missed you," you hum into his mouth, and he sighs, enjoying the hands on his skin. He kisses a line down your jaw, mouthing onto your neck. "Yeah?" He sucks and gnaws gently on your pulse point, making you whine. "Been neglectin' you, huh? Sorry, baby."
You forgive him.
You tug at his shirt again, and he gives in, helping you tug it off to reveal his toned, heavy body. He takes yours off in kind, careful hands unclasping and slipping off your bra. Then his mouth is back on your neck, kissing down your chest, before latching around your nipple, brown eyes closed as his mouth works at you, making you sign and moan.
"Pretty girl," he murmurs, and he comes back up to look at you. His hands trail over your body, gentle but hungry. You hook your arms over his shoulders, chewing on your lip, eyes all hazy, full of need. Your mouths connect again and he groans, right hand creeping under your waistband. You whine, bucking your hips up eagerly, needing his touch.
"Please," you sigh, and he doesn't deny you, dipping two fingers down into your panties. You're already wet, and he grins. Running his fingertips gently over your clit, squeezing the small nub gently between them, like he knows you like. "I got you, baby," he mumbles, his voice all breathy, and you can feel him straining against his pants, his hips brushing against your thigh thanks to the position you're in.
You mewl, squirming under him. You really have been needing this, shit, your clit twitches, and you bite your lip.
"Don't tease me," you mumble, your voice a little strained. It feels good. But you want more, you wanna get off, you want him to fuck you. "Please, just fuck me." He chuckles, cooing softly at you, his fingers dipping down, teasing at your hole. You whine, and he swallows it eagerly into his mouth. "Sorry, baby. 'M gonna fuck ya."
You'd both need more foreplay than that, on a different day. But it has been a while, and you look so pretty, and he tugs his hand out of your panties, sitting up a bit. Then he's pulling your pants off, hands gentle, careful, and he groans, eyes trailing over your pussy.
"So pretty," Ekko says again, almost to himself. He runs a soothing hand over your thighs, watching hungrily as your arousal drips down your folds. Shit. He reaches for his belt buckle, pushing his pants down efficiently, he's just as worked up as you are. His boxers are on the floor and by God that dick.
He's hard, pre leaking out of his sensitive slit.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, his hand wrapping around his shaft, and he thumbs at his tip. Just looking at you. He thinks you're so pretty, could look at you for hours. But there's more important things to do.
He kneels back down on the mattress, tugging your knees apart and settling between them. He spits lightly on his hand, spreading it down his length, using it like a lube as he pumps himself slowly, other hand pressing against your clit. This draws a soft whine out of you and he smiles, chewing on his lip.
He shifts, leaning forward to stroke his tip over your clit, teasing it. "Shit," he grunts, and he grabs your hand, holding it against the mattress as he enjoys the feeling, brow furrowing slightly. "Fuck, Ekko," you whine, squeezing his hand.
"Shhh, baby, I got you," he mumbles, pushing his tip inside you, before pulling it out again with a soft pop. Then he starts to fuck you. Slow, gentle strokes, filling you up all nice, shifting and hoisting your knees till he hits that good angle, the one that makes your mouth fall open and your eyes go fuzzy. "Yeah, baby? That feel good?" He cooes, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
He nudges against that spot inside you, groaning softly and pressing a thumb to apply gentle pressure to your clit. It's been too long, both your heads are going hazy, and he just wants to make you feel good, to feel good in turn. "Shit, I missed this fuckin' pussy."
You moan, and he shushes you with a kiss, squeezing your hand. "People are trying to sleep." You can't find it in you to care, not when you're finally getting the dick you've been craving for days, but you feel compelled to listen to Ekko, so you keep quiet. Just sigh into his mouth, whining softly and allowing your hands to trail up and down his back.
The pace is slow, gentle and full of affection. Just rocking into that warm, gooey spot inside you, he's only a couple inches deep, but he doesn't mind. Ekko kisses you, sighing sweet nothings into your mouth and right down to your tummy. His thumb still working at your clit, just rocking back and forth on top of it, in time with his hips, sandwiching your most sensitive parts between your favourite boy and turning your brain into mush.
It doesn't take much, to push you over the edge. God knows you've waited long enough. A few careful, practiced touches, whispered praise and reassurances, and sure enough that feeling is bubbling into your tummy, spilling over when he starts to rub little circles on your clit. You cum holding your breath to keep quiet, face twisted up in pleasure as Ekko fucks you through it. So pretty.
"Good girl, good girl...bet that feels good, huh? This what you wanted? Sweet girl just needed a fuck, yeah, I know, I know..."
Then he's pulling out, still touching you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He nuts with a groan, pumping himself to the same pace, warm cum shooting out of him, onto your tummy. He rests his forehead on your shoulder, placing small kisses to the skin there.
You just lay there for a moment, both needing a second to recover, get your bearings again. Not the most intense orgasms of your lives but exactly what you needed. He nuzzles into you, nudging his nose against your jaw.
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