Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.
REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.
We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.
is your blog a safe space for freaks, deviants, cringe failgirls, transfems you find personally annoying, transfems who are Loud and Opinionated, is it safe for all of us ?
We should all be talking about KOSA. The bill would mean the end of the open internet in the US, and it was just approved by a House committee for a floor vote. The act is ostensibly designed to regulate the age of social media users. However, it actually deanonymizes the internet and allows the government to sue LGBTQ+ websites.
Unsurprisingly, the Heritage Foundation is one of the main lobbying groups behind this push. They have publicly stated they want to use the law to restrict LGBTQ+ and abortion-related content. Blocking children under 16 from accessing the internet means young people will be isolated within their communities. They cannot discuss LGBTQ+ issues with their online peers. They could not request help to access abortion clinics. Senator Marsha Blackburn, who once personally sent the FBI to my doorstep to harass me, admits the law is intended to shield “minor children from the transgender [sic] in this culture.”
“The through-line couldn’t be clearer: destroying online anonymity is a way for government to be able to identify ¬— and ultimately punish — dissenters,” explains Ari Cohn, lead counsel for tech policy at the Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression. The DHS has already subpoenaed hundreds of anonymous accounts tracking and protesting ICE. KOSA would make it even easier for the government to access your data.
We should all be talking about KOSA. The bill would mean the end of the open internet in the US, and it was just approved by a House committee for a floor vote. The act is ostensibly designed to regulate the age of social media users. However, it actually deanonymizes the internet and allows the government to sue LGBTQ+ websites.
Unsurprisingly, the Heritage Foundation is one of the main lobbying groups behind this push. They have publicly stated they want to use the law to restrict LGBTQ+ and abortion-related content. Blocking children under 16 from accessing the internet means young people will be isolated within their communities. They cannot discuss LGBTQ+ issues with their online peers. They could not request help to access abortion clinics. Senator Marsha Blackburn, who once personally sent the FBI to my doorstep to harass me, admits the law is intended to shield “minor children from the transgender [sic] in this culture.”
“The through-line couldn’t be clearer: destroying online anonymity is a way for government to be able to identify ¬— and ultimately punish — dissenters,” explains Ari Cohn, lead counsel for tech policy at the Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression. The DHS has already subpoenaed hundreds of anonymous accounts tracking and protesting ICE. KOSA would make it even easier for the government to access your data.
luciopioid kinktober 2025 | victoria neuman x fem(me)!reader > 3,216k words
tags: infidelity, cheating reader, slight age gap, biting/marking, cunnilingus, fingering, lesbian sex, dirty talk, reader has toxic partner. vic is lowkey not shit either but.
synopsis: You've been working as Victoria's campaign manager for the same amount of time you've been dating your current partner. They're no good for you--- you know that. Victoria doesn't fail to remind you though.
notes: happy kinktober everybody!!! I hope you enjoy IM LATE I KNOW I KNOW i lowkey had to study for an exam #lame. Also the eye thing isn't entirely accurate but it worked i fear... dont get me. Thank you so much for reading! See yall soon!
You tapped your pen against the seat of the car absentmindedly, over and over again, seemingly annoyingly too given the way you practically heard Victoria’s head whip over to stare at you.
The phone in your other hand having suddenly felt squeezable in your palm as you stared at the messages from your partner. It was far too early in the day for an argument, but not to them of course.
u know if you were mad at me or
something you could have just told me lol.
You sigh, slamming your phone down, not feeling like it today. Before you can react, Victoria already had your phone in her hand, reading the notification from your partner.
She chuckles dryly, “I don’t know why you subject yourself to this.” She says, blunt as usual, but what you needed to hear. The only reason she even knows of this is because she overheard you bickering over the phone a couple weeks prior. Since then, it felt like every time she saw you in the mornings, quiet and taking sharp inhales, she was privy to what the problem was. You hated it. You could feel her judging you, thinking less of you even.
“I just don’t get it.” Vic adds, a little more under her breath.
You don’t respond. Not even being able to.
-
Night fell over the city and you were back in the same spot in the back of the car, this time across from Victoria. She was visibly tired, but you couldn’t help your wandering eyes. The way her hair fell over her face when she looked down at her phone. How good her tired eyes looked, you wondered if her eyes looked the same when she was turned on and deep in ecstasy. How good her slender, veiny hands would feel on your body, firm and probably curious. You crossed your legs, biting your lip, partially in shame. You’d been working as Victoria’s campaign manager for months now, spending what felt like most days with her. Probably more than you saw your own partner. Naturally, you grew occupied.
“We’ve got some calls to make tonight before we can call it quits.” You say, sighing, avoiding Victoria’s gaze in case that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
It wasn’t.
“I can barely keep my fucking eyes open.” She scoffs.
You sigh, “Yeah, well...” Being equally tired, but it wasn’t like she cared to see that right now too.
Victoria made the last call, standing up, ready to walk away from the phone as soon as she was to put it down.
“Okay– yes. Yes sir. You have a good night yourself.” She says, forcing a smile like they could hear it through the phone.
You looked up at her from the desk while she was still trying to get off the phone. The two of you make eye contact, her gaze peering down onto you. She smiles again, barely noticeable, but you could tell she meant it this time.
Victoria practically slams the phone down, letting out a long sigh of relief. You start gathering your things, looking for your purse before your familiar ringtone makes you whip your head to your phone across the office. Conveniently, right next to Victoria. You stand up, ready to see who texted, but somehow you already knew. Vic grabbed your phone for you, nosily checking to see herself. She reads it briefly before rolling her eyes, still not returning your phone.
You reach out for it, but she pulls her hand back.
“Let me see.” You say, under your breath, reaching for it again, slightly embarrassed.
Victoria doesn’t respond. Her gaze burning into yours. You can feel her judgement again and you want to shove her, or break down in tears. Neither seemed appropriate though.
“Victoria, please.”
“Why?”
You scoff. “Because it’s my fucking phone?”
She cocks an eyebrow, shooting you a look that screamed, who the hell are you talking to? You’d be lying if you said the embarrassment wasn’t replaced with the fear of god for a moment, but your expression didn’t falter. Even if you knew what she was capable of doing, to you— to anybody.
Victoria chuckles dryly, closing her eyes to collect herself. “I meant,” she pauses, emphasizing the recollecting, “Why are you with this loser?”
You purse your lips inward into a line, avoiding her gaze again. You really wish she just gave you your phone so you could deal with this by yourself.
“I mean, it’s not like you’ve been together that long. You don’t even live with them.”
“Victoria–”
She persists.
“Are you happy?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, your breath getting caught in your throat. You felt the physical blow of the question to your gut, never once having been asked that before. Shit, you’ve never even asked yourself.
You look away and a loud silence fills the room.
“It’s a simple question, no?” Vic says, taking a single step towards you.
You could smell her shampoo and the expensive perfume she wears. Sometimes you thought you hated her, but you just hated how she made you feel. And the shame that came with it too.
“It’s complicated.” You dismiss. Victoria gives you a fake pout. “Oh, I bet.” She coos, disengenuinely.
Vic squints slightly, trying to read your face. “Is there someone else?”
“No.”
You blurt, entirely too quick.
“Should there be?”
Her lips curl into a grin as you attempt to walk away again, trying to avoid it once more.
You hear the steps of her heels tread behind you, she smacks the hand that was on your purse to try and stop you in your tracks.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You mumble, your shoulder to her profile, her hand still on yours.
Victoria steps closer, leaning in towards your personal space.
“You know exactly what it means.”
Your chest thumps involuntarily, probably loud enough for her to hear.
“Are you…” She pauses, her voice soft and tempting, “satisfied?”
“Christ, Victoria.” You breathe, “what’s wrong with you?” You laugh humorlessly.
She doesn’t say anything, you can hear her breathing, smell her scent. Your head spins. “That night you slept over,” she trails, “when it was late and you were just too tired to go home.” Victoria taunts, her grin clear in her voice despite you not even facing her.
“You think I didn’t hear you let my name slip?” You feel your body go cold and hot at the same time. Shame pools deep in your stomach, you can even taste it in your mouth. Your thoughts ran a mile a minute, playing different scenarios and outcomes to this in your head. You turn to face her reluctantly, attempting to face this head on too.
“Liste–”
“Oh, fuck— Vic– Victoria.” She interrupted, mocking you with a fake moan.
You feel your face go hot, your body suddenly light as a feather. You look away, losing once more.
“Fuck you.” You mutter, not even looking her in the eye, your chest heaving involuntarily. She chuckles dryly.
A moment of silence passes before she leans in again, her voice soft, barely above a whisper.
“Look at me…” She says and it almost sounds sincere. So you listen, naturally. Your eyes meet hers reluctantly, your chest still rising and falling. She eyes your face, scanning it for an expression, a reaction— anything.
“You’ve seen how I look at you.” Victoria whispers. “I know you like to,” she breathes, “...think about me too.”
Your breathing evens out, your heart still thumping loudly in your chest. You felt like your entire body was on fire beneath the gaze of Victoria’s, her eyes burning onto your lips.
She steps closer, her hand finding your hip like it was magnetic. You see her take a breath, like she was being cautious too. She slides her hand from your hip over your stomach, grazing over your chest ever so slightly. Your breath hitches and you’re suddenly aware of everything that’s going on, Victoria in front of you, Victoria’s hands on your frame, just Victoria.
Her hands find your neck, her thumb resting on your chin. She pulls your mouth open with ease, her face inching closer, but you couldn’t help the way your lips beat you to your own brain.
“We shouldn’t...” You whisper, breathing against Victoria’s mouth. She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she stays eerily still.
She searches your face again. “You always deny yourself.” She exhales, voice equal in volume.
“Do you want to stop?” She asks, her voice devoid of any bite.
This was absolutely not a good idea and Victoria likely knew that too. But still she persists and still, your legs feel weak as you thought about Victoria’s mouth on yours, on your body. You desperately wanted to pull her in towards you.
You shake your head left and right, looking up at her. She smiles, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. Open, She mouths. You obey. Her thumb slips into your mouth and you engulf it entirely, your lips sucking it in further. You hear her gasp softly before she moves your head slightly to the side, her hand still on your face, her thumb still in your mouth.
She places a longing kiss on the exposed part of your neck, teasingly.
“Do they touch you like this?” Victoria whispers into the crook of your neck, her other hand pulling you closer to her body. You feel her lips latch onto your neck, her mouth sucking hard enough to leave a mark— probably her intentions. You moan involuntarily, your body moving closer to hers greedily.
“You’re selfish.” You mumble, pushing her thumb out your mouth with your tongue. She switches spots on your neck, sucking harder. With intention. She pushes you back until your behind hits the desk, kissing and sucking relentlessly, trying to get you to make those familiar noises.
She kisses your willing mouth, “How could you say that?” she asks, feigning offense. “I want to make you feel this… make you feel good.” She whispers against your mouth, her face pushing you back slightly as she speaks. “For once.” She added, being able to feel her shit-eating grin against your lips.
Your eyes were closed as you breathed into her mouth, your hips practically trying to merge with hers. “Please.” You beg, breathlessly, shame zipping away the more she touches you.
She grabs your hips and turns you so that your back is against her chest, pushing you more into the desk. She jolted against the curvature of your ass, her hand snaking around to your front to pull you against her by your throat.
“Are you going to break up with them?” She asks, biting your earlobe.
You don’t respond, not giving into what she wants. You push yourself back against her hips instead, a gasp leaving her mouth involuntarily, her hand still on your neck. Her body was flush against yours, your head spinning with every possibility. Victoria was keeping you from falling to your knees with her strength alone, her free hand holding your hip in place. “Answer me.” She says, low and hot in your ear.
“No.” You grit through your teeth. Victoria tuts, exhaling sharply through her nose at your audacity. You feel her teeth dig into your neck, her smooth lips following. She sucks hard, her velvet tongue licking over the spot simultaneously. You moan at the feeling, Vic humming in response.
“How will you explain these then?” She asks, angling your face towards a mirror on the desk. You got a good look at yourself, your neck spotted with deep red marks, Victoria looming behind you, grinning at your state of pity.
She begins unbuttoning your blouse, both of her hands working with haste. “Why’d you say my name that night, hm?” She asks, sliding your shirt off your shoulders. “Thinking of me when you came? In the room right next to mine too,” Victoria taunts. “What a perv.” She whispers, punctuating her teasing by grinding against your ass in one swift motion.
She turns you around again, pushing you against a clearer part of the desk. You sit down on top of it with ease, Victoria’s hands finding your hips with ease, pulling you towards her. Her forehead meets yours, her lips nipping your lips teasingly. Your face inched towards her subconsciously, trying to fill the gap between you and her.
She licks a stripe along your bottom lip, nudging your mouth open so she can kiss you properly. You suddenly feel light again, every joint in your body relaxing under Victoria’s touch. Now replaced with something more longing, more desperate.
“Tell me what you think about…” She says between kisses, unhooking your bra.
You moan against her mouth, her palms cool on your breast. “You— just you.” You confess.
“Yeah? And what am I doing to you?” Vic asks, her hands not stopping for a second. She leans down, pressing kisses to your exposed collarbone, down your chest until she gets to your stomach and realizes you haven’t answered her yet. Your mind hit a blank, not because you didn’t want to tell her, but where could you even begin?
“You choose now to be shy?” She scoffs, dismissing the initial question.
Her hands hook into the waistband of your bottoms, her eyes meet yours from this angle and you swear she’s never looked better. Below you, touching you, her eyes low and needy just how you imagined.
She pulls your bottoms down swiftly, discarding it at her feet somewhere. Her body pulling back up to kiss you, leaving you in your panties. Victoria moans this time, soft and resonant. Not nearly what you’d thought she’d sound like, but it just turned you on more. She pushes your thighs apart further with her hands, her fingers finding your pussy over through your underwear. You feel the wind practically knock out of you at the simple sensation. In truth, you really hadn’t been satisfied, not by anything that wasn’t your own hand. Somehow, Victoria knew that too.
She pressed her middle fingers against your clothed clit, dragging her hand up slightly for friction. You suppress an embarrassingly needy whimper. Victoria didn’t like that, “None of that.” She tuts. “I want to see you,” she says, kissing your shoulder, “want to hear you,” she adds, biting it. She hooks your panties between her finger, pulling them to the side before sliding her middle fingers along your pussy, Victoria gasping at how wet you were already.
“Shit.” You pant, moaning at the bare contact of her slender fingers. She drags her digits, excruciatingly slow, taking in the sight of you silently begging for more. “Please, Vic.”
She pauses all movements from her hand, leaning into your ear.
“Are you gonna break up with them?” She asks, voice more stern than teasing.
She pulls back to look at you, her face a breath away from yours, scanning for an answer. You look up at her, chest heaving, eyes wanting. “Answer.” She mouths. You shake your head no. “Words,” Victoria corrects.
“Y-yes. I will.” You breathe.
Victoria kisses your jaw, “Promise?” She whispers. Her fingers sliding down more, circling your entrance.
“Fuck, yes I promise. Yes.” You whimper, attempting to move your hips towards her hand. She hums in content, finally getting what she wanted from you.
She presses her body against yours, “Good.” She breathes, her lips closing around yours on the last syllable. Victoria’s strong fingers slide in with ease, your wet coating her digits immediately, earning herself a long, needy mewl from you.
“I need you.” You gasp into her mouth. “Please.” She pulls herself in and out of you, curling her fingers a little more each movement, moving painfully slow. She kisses you, swallowing your noises, her hips mindlessly grinding against you as her fingers work themselves in and out of you.
“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this.” Victoria confesses, low and sinful. You feel like you saw stars, not believing what you were hearing. “All these late nights with you… I couldn’t help but wonder.” She rasps. She picked up the pace with her fingers, trying to draw more moans out of you— similar to the ones she heard that night. Lucky for her, it was working and you conveniently needed her just as bad.
She kisses you all over, nipping and sucking at your jaw and your neck all the way to your collarbones. She kisses down until she’s on her knees, between your thighs as her fingers still pumped at your pussy. “Look at me.” Victoria demands from below you and you listen. She makes eye contact with you, making sure you watch the way she pulls your panties to the side again and lowers her head.
She makes sure you watch how she buries her face into you, watching how you react to her slick, velvet tongue getting a taste of you. She holds your panties in place, the same hand gripping into your thigh with too much of her strength. You almost winced, but the feeling of her mouth on your clit combined with the idea of a souvenir for later excited you far too much. Victoria lets her tongue explore your pussy, humming so you can feel it best as she fucked her fingers in and out of you.
You moaned and whined wantonly as it resonated throughout the empty office, grabbing a handful of Victoria’s hair in the process, gripping it as hard as she was gripping you. You can feel the muscles in her body flex between your thighs in reaction.
She eats at your clit hungrily, your walls clenching involuntarily around her fingers. You guide her face into your pussy, grinding against it as you control her with the grip of her hair you had. You can feel the muscles in your stomach coil and tighten as your body works up a sweat. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of her eating you out and humming paired with your needy whimpers and moans. You were teetering the edge and Victoria was stopping at nothing to push you closer.
With one last, long stride of her tongue against your pussy, grinding against her face again, you feel an orgasm wrack your entire body. You practically curl up, your thighs ironically almost able to pop Victoria’s head. You have to pull her off of you long after you came, holding her by the same grip of hair, your grip lighter. She looked so pussy-drunk, her hair messy and eyes low in filth.
You look down at the spot where her hand gripped your thigh incessantly, red spots where her finger nails resided. Victoria notices your eyes and bends down to kiss your inner thighs in apology. She kisses up your body again, this time stopping at your neck. She stops at your ear.
“I meant what I asked.” She pants softly, alluding to you breaking up with your excuse for a partner.
Victoria pulls back, making eye contact. “Don’t let me handle it.” She says, flatly, a light from outside conveniently flashing you the white in her eye fading away. You don’t react, believing her every word.
an older woman who wants me to show her how good she can feel 😵💫 maybe someone who's never been with a woman before, only been with men. she just got out of a marriage with their husband of a couple decades, and perhaps they were high school sweethearts. maybe he's the only person she's ever been with. it's the first time in a very long time she's been single, and she's only recently starting to realize how women gets her heart racing like nothing else, gets butterflies in her stomach whenever a pretty girl looks her way. so she goes to a lesbian bar for the first time, all shy and nervous and ripe for the picking. i can't help but bite.
i sweep her off her feet. a flirtatious comment there, a dumb joke here. she mentions her kids and i comment how cute they are. she then mentions her husband, and i back off, but she clutches my arm. she tells me how they're in the process of getting divorced, how he's all she's known but she wants to know more, and i can just feel myself getting all excited. after that, it just takes a small, harmless little comment about talking more at my place.
she's all nervous, standing in the middle of my kitchen. doesn't quite know what to do. this older woman, shuffling her feet and fidgeting with her hands like it's her first time ever going home with a stranger, like she's some newly young virgin and maybe it is like that. i want to fuck her so bad.
we start slow. i wait until she kisses me first. all apologetic, cute little conflicted face plastered across her features because she didn't mean to kiss me, she just had the thought and couldn't help herself, and i know there's not much more i even need to do. i just tug her in, tell her it's okay, and pull her in for another kiss. deeper, more firm, let my hands carefully roam across her skin until she starts to get desperate underneath me. her instincts start to kick in and she's whimpering a little, thighs clenching. and we're only kissing.
i pull back and she has this lovely fucked out face, already. oh, i want her to beg. it's her first time with a woman but i already know she has it in her, thought about it secretly for the past however many years she's been with her ex-husband.
would she already be used to feeling my soft hands against her skin instead of rough ones? is she familiar with feeling my breasts against hers as we make out? how natural would she sound begging for me to touch her clit, eat her out? how easily would she tug on my long hair and bring me down to her cunt? and would she ask for my cock? or does she want to feel the word strap against her tongue, to hear what her own voice sounds like when she's begging for my strap to fill her empty cunt. does she wanna say mommy, for the first time? and maybe, when she sees me on my knees, tongue deep inside her pussy, and my eyes looking up at her, she groans out that she wants to try eating me out next.
"have you been imagining this every time you had sex the past few decades? a pretty girl in between your legs, taking care of your throbbing cunt? oh, and im younger than you. does that get you off? did he call you honey? baby, sweetheart, princess? what if i call you slut? do you like being called a whore? how about a desperate needy fuckdoll who's been waiting and hoping her entire life for someone like me to fuck her until im the only thing she remembers? because that's what you want, isn't it? for me to make your skin, your cunt, your breasts, and that dumb little brain of yours forget everything about him and fill it with me."
𖦹 warnings/synopsis: study sesh with the school (virgin) nerd who has a weird obsession with you gone… right? college au, loser/perv/nerdy!jinx x fem/cheerleader/popular!reader, sub-ish!top!jinx, power-ish!bottom!reader, strap usage, squirting, size-ish kink?, some (very little) pain receiving, that’s ab it me thinks
𖦹 word count: 2.2k (i did NOT mean to make it this long💔)
“I—uh, don’t really know what to do with all… this.” Jinx poked at the hot pink member that hung between her slim thighs, cheeks painted a pretty pink as she watched it bounce back up. Her pert tits were on display, only wearing a pair of black little lace panties. Her glasses were holding on by a thread, scrunching up her nose to scooch them back up.
This was supposed to be a study session. I mean, the books were laid out all over the floor, papers and pens ready to be used. Yet somehow, someway, Jinx ended up naked and strapped up (with your strap on, keep in mind) in the middle of your room.
“Jeez, aren’t you supposed to be a smart girl, Jinx?” You mocked, taking slow steps over to her, pulling her jaw back up to you. You scoffed lightly, pushing her glasses back up for her, staring into those big baby blues. Your other hand ran down her happy trail, vanilla white skin erupting into goosebumps, gripping onto the length.
“You fuck me with it. That’s what you do.”
“Well—obviously! I-I know that,” She huffed, gulping down her nerves the best she could, gaze lingering back down to the foreign object. She’d dreamt of this day for so long, the constant stares at your plush ass and spilling-out-the-shirt boobs, sneaking into the locker room to sniff your day worn clothes while you cheered, taking it as far as creating a ritual of only imagining you late at night when she fucked herself stupid against her fingers, wishing she was knuckle deep in you instead.
Just for her to of course, like the perverted loser she was, not know what the fuck to do to you.
“Just, don’t know how to—uh, motion with the ocean, if you get what I mean, heh.”
God, was she a painful virgin. Poor thing had only ever touched herself before you. So really, how could you expect her to know what to do with someone like you? You sighed, rolling your eyes as you began to discard items of clothing one by one.
“Alright, alright…”
Jinx watched in awe, doe eyes lighting up the second your boobs bounced out of your shirt, gawking at every jiggle and movement of them. She followed your curves down, admiring every bit of you she could before you looked back at her, choking on her spit as she quickly looked away.
A sly smile formed on your lips, I mean, you weren’t oblivious. You knew full well she was completely whipped, tight around your finger like a perfectly tied ribbon.
“Guess you’ll be the one learning today, nerd.”
Sure, maybe Jinx didn’t know what she was doing, but fuck was she eager. You laid there, hands holding your thighs up and apart, giving Jinx the perfect view of your slick cunt.
You could’ve sworn her eyes popped out of her head the second you pulled your legs up, wide eyed excitement shown all across her face, slit nice and spread, glistening hole already dripping against your sheets, the head of the toy pressing against your velvet entrance.
She’d always imagined what your pussy would look like. The different angles of it, how your clit would greet her excitedly every time she spread your legs apart, sticking her tongue in between your sticky strings of arousal, having the perfect mental image of how warm and inviting those slippery, wet folds would be.
Safe to say, she’s got pretty spot on imagination.
“You breathing okay over there?” You teased, legs reaching over to rest your ankles on her shoulders, lightly tapping the side of her head with your foot. “Go ahead. Thrust your hips forward, push it inside.”
She shook her head, gulping harshly, letting out nervous giggles as her clammy hands gripped onto your thighs. “R-Right, right. Just gotta—uh, push it inside! Easy enough, right? Yeah—heh, yeah. I-I’ll count to three. One, two—”
You groaned out, eyes rolling from her slowness. “My Goooddd! Jinx, I swear if you don’t jus—” Your sentence was cut short by her pelvis slamming into your walls, whole ten incher slipping right into you, a strangled gasp caught in your throat as the tip just barely poked at your cervix. “Mhhhfff! Fuck, warn a girl, would you?!”
“Shit—‘M sorry, sorry! Are you okay? Just, thought you wanted me to get it over with! S-So I figured—”
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” Your lungs filled with a deep breath, collecting yourself before letting it back out through your mouth. “Y-You’re already inside. Now you have to thrust, slowly. Got it?”
Jinx nodded quickly, staring at you through her lenses, the grip around her fingers denting at your plush skin. Slowly, but surely, she pulled her hips back, bucking them forward, creating a rhythm as you instructed her with every little movement, sharp eyes watching your hole as it gripped around it, sucking her in for more.
She was panting now, trying her best to not falter her pace. That was one thing about Jinx—she’s always been a fast learner. Your pussy was making obscene noises, ones she’d only heard in the porn videos she constantly rubbed her pussy raw to, completely melting against you as her lips pressed up against your calf, moaning into it with each thrust. Your jugs were bouncing with each fuck inside you, nipples hard and staring right back at her.
And you? You sounded like an angel, soft groans and cute whimpers repeatedly playing over and over in her head like a broken record. She could feel her little hole leaking out more and more by the second, painting a picture perfect memory of your fucked out expression in her brain for future usage.
This—no, you were definitely better than any porn she’d ever seen. And all you were doing was lying there, taking her cock beautifully, creating the most delectable aroma of sweat mixed with your juices—the same tang she’d savored when she stuffed her freckled button nose into your slutty little panties. You should really start using a lock, you know.
“S-Speed up a little, would you?” You commanded, biting into your bottom lip as she did so. Eager little thing looked like a dumb mutt that was humping a toy for the first time, moaning more than you were at this point, her whole body shaking from the adrenaline. She was adorable, glasses foggy and pushed up against her face as she kitten licked your calf. Bangs messily stuck onto her forehead, and you just knew her pink little clit jumped with each grind against the leather.
“That’s it, t-there we go—Nghh!—Oh, fuck—!”
Jinx, unknowingly, had just found your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back, heavenly pleasure filling your body, hands full of your sheets the second her head poked at the spongy wall. She gasped lightly, hips stuttering as she looked at you with fearful eyes.
“W-What just happened? Did that hurt? Was that too rough? I-I’m sor—”
“N-No! Don’t—don’t stop, okay? That was good, so good. Want you to fuck me right there. Can you do that, my smart girl, huh?” Your eyes gleamed with desire, making a little ‘c’mere’ motion at her, watching as her petite body hovered over yours. You pulled her glasses off, tossing them aside, cupping her flushed cheeks in your hands.
“I believe in you, ‘kay? Fuck me hard and rough. ‘Cause let’s face it,” Your thumb ran over her pouty bottom lip, smirking softly, whispering tauntingly, “You and I both know how much you’ve always wanted to fuck this pussy, pervert.”
Maybe you shouldn’t have riled the girl up like that, because as soon as those words slipped out of your mouth, you saw something switch behind her pupils. Something red, scolding hot, yet so fucking hungry for more. She suddenly pulled herself back up, pushing your thighs up against your chest, leaning over you as she began to roughly drill against that rigid and addictive spot over, and over, and over.
And oddly enough, you didn’t resist. Your body wanted this, to be used as nothing but a fuckdoll, ankles jelly like as they flopped against her shoulders. You were sure she was bruising your insides, the lanky girl being stronger than you thought. Her abs flexed with every grind, powerful hands holding your thighs in place and leaving purple marks against your skin.
This little loser of yours was fucking dangerous.
“I-I’ll—hnng!—fuck you so good, toots, s’fuckin’ good you won’t want anyone else to fuck you ever a—hah!—gain!”
Your swollen bud was twitching at her in morse code, telling her how much fucked out pleasure you were in. Your loud moans and mewls echoed in the room, Jinx’s whines and raspy grunts bouncing off of them, and who could forget the deliciously lewd sound of her hips slapping against your now cream spilling cunt?
“This is my pussy, isn’t it? Listen to her—mm!—all weepy ‘n slutty for me! Stuffin’ you up, real nice ‘n full… Yeah, yeah this is allllll mi—”
“J-Jinx! Hnnggg! Shut—the hell—up!”
Who would’ve known such a quiet, innocent looking thing would be such a goddamn blabber mouth during sex? Or worse—such an undeniable little freak? It was totally no secret that she was a porn obsessed weirdo, sounding like she’d come straight out of a badly directed scene.
Admittedly, you always wanted her too. You’d secretly wear provocative outfits because you knew damn well she’d lock eyes with your curves and blur out the world around her. Once you even wore your cheerleading uniform without under shorts, making her spill her energy drink the second you bent over because you’d ‘accidentally dropped your pencil’. It was amusing, her painful desperation, and you’d make sure to take every single last one of her virginities. But of course, you were nice enough to start off with her fantasy:
Fucking you so good you forgot your own name.
And she was doing exactly that. Your gummy walls spasmed around her, watching as the bulge of the toy disappeared only to pop back up against your abused cervix, moans choppy and ripping out from your chest. Your brain had turned into mush, whorishly fuckdrunk as your lidded eyes hazily looked up at her, watching Jinx lose herself completely inside you. Her tongue was lapped out, drool dripping along your swollen tits, her slimy wetness dampening up her panties, practically dripping at the seams.
She strained out a reply, just barely, too busy focusing on your jugs and sloppy pussy to really give much of a fuck. “Mmhhmm…! I know, ‘m sorry, c-can’t—help it! So hot, y-you’re so fuckin’ hot, doll face. Totally g-gonna cum from this—mmfff!”
Your head whipped up, jaw slacked from her words, scoffing as you furrowed your eyebrows at her. “Y-You’re gonna cum?! Seriously?!”
“Oh—Ohoh, fuck y-yes I am!” Jinx started, letting out tiny snickers as her puffy bundle of nerves screamed out in pleasure, sliding up and down along the harness. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, cum with me. C-Cum with me, yeah? I’m right there—!”
Your hands tugged on her messy, long braids, her face twisting up as a pathetic moan escaped her lips from the pain, guiding your sweet puppy into your climax. Your orgasm sparked deep in your lower stomach, breath coming in and out quickly, pressure building up as your walls fluttered around her length.
Fuck, was Jinx irritating. Her inexperience was annoying, the way she fucked was annoying, even the way she was about to make you absolutely gush all over her was so, undeniably, fucking hot.
You could’ve sworn in that moment, all you saw were stars exploding all around your head. Your orgasm was shameless, brutal, gut fucking wrenchingly good. Other people had fucked you, sure, but this was the best sex you’d ever had. And you did not say that lightly, nor would you say it out loud. Ever.
Your cunt spewed out spurts of warm liquid all over Jinx, more and more drenching her cream colored skin with each buck, completely scratching up her arms as she milked every last drop of squirt you had in you.
“Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, ohhhh—fuuhhcckk yeaaahh!” Her eyes rolled back, gutturally moaning out, gaped teeth sinking into her bottom lip, filling up her poor panties with her oozing substance. It stuck onto her swollen pussy lips, painting the inside of her pretty thighs white. If this is how she came from simply fucking you, you really couldn’t imagine how she’d be once you took a turn on her.
She pulled out soon after, her dead body weight falling right onto yours, huffing loudly.
“Oh, gross! You’re all sweaty and drooly, get off!” You lightly pushed her, to which she did not budge. “Jinx! Off! Now!”
“Mm, I did a lot of work, cut me some slack!” She started, really only not wanting to get up because her face was completely stuffed in between your boobs, giggling to herself.
“You know, I can totally help you study from down here, sweets.”
(p.s. she totally snuck ur panties in her backpack n took them home with her. you know, as a keepsake <3)
I want to have some pinned under me, your face down and ass up while I slowly slide my strap in and out of you. hearing your cunt swallow it each time.
Gripping your hips and pounding into you deeper, pulling you towards me. Pushing your face into the mattress with your hair in my hand, putting my weight down on you. Fucking you so hard that you start to fist the sheets and squirm, making me grab your wrists and pin them down. Acting oblivious to why you're squirming.
"Aw, I don't know why you're squirming so much. Didn't mommy say she hates when. You. Fucking. Squirm. Away. You're not going anywhere slut. Keep taking mommy's strap deep in your filthy cunt, that's all you're good for.."
y would any cishet men wanna interact anyway ? ur like a 2
A lot of them do. Don't be mad bc I don't want cishet men interacting. You sound bitter. I can just tell a man wrote this. Go do something. You're really immature. Grow up. Who tf still rates people's looks in 2025? Go seek employment or something. Beauty is subjective. I wouldn't expect a 2 like you to know. Men will say something like this and wonder why there's a "male loneliness epidemic"
having a service top that gets off to you crying and whimpering her name. she’s so focused on you, watching her fingers slide in and out of your perfect pussy she almost missed your sob for more. her heart skips a beat when your fingers grab onto her wrist almost guiding it in deeper.
‘how cute’ she thinks. you’re not in any position to make choices. she may be wrapped around your finger, but right now you’re being fucked by hers. always tilting her head and cooing with faux sympathy as you beg for more of her touch. seeing you so desperate for more is all she could ask for.
CW !! dom!vi, sub!reader, strap-on (r! receiving), degradation, bondage, rough sex, strap being referred to as "cock", slaps (r! receiving), reader is a brat & vi calls reader a "whore".
YOU HAD BEEN THERE FOR HOURS. clothes strewn across the floor, your hands tied above your head, your hair being grabbed tightly as your face was pressed against the pillow — oh, your face, your beautiful face was a real mess, with your makeup completely smeared and the mixture of your tears and saliva. just the way she liked you to be.
you felt your poor pussy ache from the rough thrusts of vi's strap, your cervix taking a real beating. but you couldn't complain, after all, you loved it.
vi grunted just above you, the fighter's gray eyes fixed on how the strap moved in and out of your pussy with ease, seeing how you took it so well. she grabbed your ass and slapped it hard, then brought her face close to your ear.
"this needy little pussy loves my cock, doesn't it?" she says against your ear, biting your earlobe before slapping your ass again. "you love it too, don't you? when i fuck you like this? you're nothing but a whore."
after those dirty words uttered, you felt your heart beat faster, your cheeks flush and also, your pussy tightened against her strap. you laughed.
"then fuck me like a whore. i think you weren't doing it right..." you tease. in intense sex like this, your only role is to tease vi until she explodes and fucks you harder so you can cum in seconds.
and that's exactly what she did.
she growled before pulling the strap out of you and flipping you over onto your back, making you yelp in surprise at the sudden action. she opens your legs and places your knees against your chest, teases your pussy a little with the tip of the strap-on and finally, sticks it in your hole without any warning. you scream.
"v-violet!" you scream but she just puts her hand on your throat and squeezes, starting to fuck you mercilessly. the strap hit harder on the most sensitive spots of your vagina, you felt like you were going to die of pleasure.
violet was smiling devilishly, and then she came closer to you, whispering against your mouth:
“you said it,” jinx giggles, licking her lips. “so don’t cry now that i’m gonna do it.”
pt. 1
your body jerks when she presses the pistol flat against your soaked cunt again, only this time, it’s not playful. this time she means it.
your hips are twitching, thighs trembling, cunt dripping down onto the bench and all over her wrist, and jinx looks like she’s in love with the mess of you.
her eyes are wide and wild, lip bit red, tongue poking out as she rubs the muzzle up and down your folds slow and filthy.
“told me you’d let me,” she croons. “told me you’d let me stuff this piece all the way inside.”
you whimper. “please—jinx—”
“please what? pretty little freak. is this what you wanted, toots? wanted me to fill you up with steel?” she slaps your tit with her other hand.
you nod like you’re begging for salvation. but jinx isn’t god. jinx is reckless.
she spits on your cunt messy and mean, then lines up the barrel and pushes. you scream.
it’s heavy. cold. thick. and jinx is watching every twitch, every little jolt of your hips as she eases the metal deeper, twisting it slightly just to hear the broken, gasping sob you let out.
your hands scrabble at the bench. your pussy clenches like it doesn’t know what the fuck to do. it’s too much.
jinx laughs. “you’re takin’ it,” she gasps, eyes huge. “you’re fucking takin’ the whole thing, hahhh—holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum just from watchin’ this.” she slides it deeper and your mouth drops open.
“look at you,” she hisses. “so greedy. stretching like you belong to this gun. i should make you walk home with it still inside..”
“jinx!” you sob.
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you? sloppy, stuffed, my dirty little gunbunny—”
her free hand finds your clit, starts rubbing, fast and tight, and your whole body jerks.
the barrel presses deeper, presses perfect right up against your g spot and your pussy starts clenching uncontrollably around it.
“yeah,” jinx gasps, eyes blown wide. she starts pounding hard it into that spongy spot, making you scream. “that’s it, sweets. fucking milk it. milk the muzzle like it’s gonna cum for you.”
you come so hard it punches the air out of your lungs, thighs shaking, body arching off the table, pussy clamping down around cold, slick steel while jinx rubs you through it. but she doesn’t stop. she never stops.
she twists the gun as you’re still coming and you wail. your hips try to move away, can’t. she’s holding you open, watching her weapon fuck your still-spasming cunt like a toy.
“look at you. all dumb and sloppy. and you’re still twitching around it. jesus, you’d let me sleep with it inside you, wouldn’t you?”
you sob out a “yes.”
her grin is manic. “that’s what I thought.”
and then she flips you over, pins you to the bench face down, and slides it back in.
“round two, bunny. we’re not done til this whole table’s soaked in your cum.”
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