Blondie

tlou enthusiast asks welcome! 20 <3

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. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁

⋆˙⟡ 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆

she/her, 20, leo

⋆˙⟡ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

⋆˙⟡ 𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒔: 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏!

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SWEETEST DEVOTION ✮⋆˙

YANDERE CAITLYN FUCKING PRONE BONE - She’s not afraid to admit she’s sick but she sure you’re the cure…

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

CW: intox, noncon, stalking/kidnapping

NSFW MINORS DNI

She's been following you for months. Covertly tracking every movement, she has your routine down to a T.

Any bit of information she wants she gets. Making bribes, and the occasional threat, anything to have another piece of you. All this, and her Kiramman name considered, stalking you has been an incredibly easy feat.

Weeks of silent servitute, that’s how Caitlyn viewed her obsession, and all of it has lead up to this.

You, face down, finally owned.

“P- please I uhh!”

Your head is reeling and you can’t tell if it’s from the lingering drugs in your system or the rough thrusts coming from behind.

“Hushh baby hmm that’s it, my good girl.”

She has you prone in her massive bed, her body towers yours and as you come to your senses the first thing that registers is the burning heat between your legs.

Her hips slam into you relentlessly leaving little room for the voice in your head that begs to understand what is going on.

“Sooo out of it huh? Yeah? Just a helpless thing you need this baby, you need me.”

If your brain and limbs weren’t mush right now, if she wasn’t pressing her body so tight on top of yours, maybe you’d protest.

But here you lay so far gone in pleasure you have little choice but to take it like her perfect pet.

“That’s right every inch mm- better get used to this baby huh? You’ll learn to loveee this, being mine.” Every thrust is a promise to keep you safe and sound and absolutely fucked.

Caitlyn isn’t much better, she’s relentless how could she not be? Months of devotion, emotions building with nowhere to go, finally now she can release them into you.

She reaches around to grab your face bringing her lips to your ear, leaving little kisses in between her moments of loving rambling.

“You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, under me like this, and I’ll give it to you over and over if that’s what it takes to make you understand.”

In your haze the words barely register but the feeling of her arms, muscles tight as they grasp around your body, that gets through and melts whatever’s left of your mind.

The majority of your weak consciousness is being directed to where Caitlyn has you split open. You swear you feel her in your stomach, her cock pressing impossibly deeper until you’re stuffed.

As much as your drugged body can muster you whine with each drive of her hips, the pleasure you feel somehow climbing still.

Caitlyn is completely done for. She can’t stop staring simply in awe that she finally has you, that she’s feeling you, all of you. It’s too fucking much.

Her hips jolt of their own accord, her mind not even in control of how savagely she fucks your poor little body. She considers for a moment that she must be the poster child for greed - maybe she’d care if she wasn’t balls deep in her new prized possession.

“Baby you think you can give me another? Cmon sweet girl I know you want it, I’m almost there just give it to me please fuck-“ Her fingers move from your cheek to your lips, prodding at your tongue with a need to be impossibly closer to you.

As she presses deeper she feels your body spasm, and your sweet cry sends her spiraling finally into her own release.

It’s rough, and hot, and wet when she finishes. She’s squeezing around you so tightly as your vision goes white, the feeling all to much for your body to handle.

You can feel yourself slipping away, senses blurring together back into a drugged bliss, but Caitlyn makes sure the last thing you feel, see, hear, will be her.

“My good fucking girl- mine. All fucking mine.”

AN- feedback is appreciated I hope you little freaks enjoyed!! #itried #plstalktomeinmyinbox

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“Aww yeah does she make you nervous baby?” Caitlyn huffs out a small laugh at your clear embarrassment, giving you a peck as an apology for her teasing.

It’s not your fault really you can’t help your bashful nature especially caged between the two of them.

“What did I say babe? Eyes on me,” Vi’s grip on your chin shocks you out of your lusty daydream. After all who needs imagination when the real thing is right there saying she’s going to make you hers.

Your eyes follow her hot pink happy trail down down down until you’re dizzy thinking of all the ways she plans to ravish you tonight.

That thought is brief as you’re quickly distracted by hot kisses trailing up and down your neck. Caitlyn stops every now and then to whisper filthy words, egging on your arousal at Vi’s current striptease performance.

Down to her boxers it’s becoming harder for you to maintain eye contact and when Cait’s wandering hands make their way to your panties you know it’s over…

[cherry-coffees]

roommate!Caitlyn hcs ♡

(because I love all the Vi ones I've seen and I need Caitlyn ones now)

nsfw under a cut~

roommate!Caitlyn who's incredibly dedicated to her studies. her desk is always clean, her laptop and textbooks always open to whatever she's studying. She has an organized calendar of her time: she does not procrastinate

roommate!Caitlyn who even has a 24 pack of highlighters and another 24 of gel pens in all different colors. she highlights her textbooks and her notes, creates such organized notes that everyone in her classes is peeking over her shoulder to see how she achieves the high score she does

roommate!Caitlyn who gets a high score on all her tests. she's the kind of person to fume if she gets a 92 because she made a stupid mistake. "It's not that I got a 92," she hisses angrily, venting to you when you come back home after your classes. "It's that I made a mistake I shouldn't have. How could I be so stupid?"

roommate!Caitlyn who's such a morning person. no matter how much she studies, she's always up early, meal-prepping for the day (or the week — depends how she's feeling). She's always sipping her tea when you wake up and come into the kitchen with messy hair and sleepy eyes

roommate!Caitlyn who loves her true crime shows. If you get home and she's in the common area of your apartment, one will be on. She's reluctant to change it, but ultimately caves if you settle next to her on the couch. "Just let me finish the episode, and we can watch whatever you want."

roommate!Caitlyn who won't admit how much she loves when you fall asleep to whatever's playing on TV. She traces one hand up and down your back, your head resting on her shoulder

roommate!Caitlyn who takes care of you when you're sick. She refuses to let you leave your room (aside from going to the bathroom) and rushes home from her classes to make sure you're okay. Brings you tea and holds your hair back when you puke. She'll stay with you until you fall asleep, gently feeling your forehead to check your temperature

roommate!Caitlyn who gives the best hugs. Whether you're feeling sad or need comfort, or even if she just wants to hug you for no reason, she's there. She wraps you in her arms, resting her chin on your head because she's just so tall. She'll let you stay there as long as you need

roommate!Caitlyn who adores when you cook for her. She grew up with professionally made meals that consisted of her mother chastising her about her grades or her sharpshooting progress. So when you make pasta and the whole apartment smells good and warm, and you set a plate down for her without a second thought, Caitlyn's eyes go soft. You ask her about her day, and she talks for what feels like forever about her law classes and the sharpshooting team and how she was almost late this morning. When she realizes she's been talking for a few minutes, she stops abruptly, not wanting to dominate the conversation. But you just listen and nod, adding bits of commentary here and there, being entirely understanding. This, paired with the warm light and the food you made, makes Caitlyn's heart glow

roommate!Caitlyn who thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's too soft for you

roommate!Caitlyn who helps you zip up your dress when you're going out for some event, gentle fingers brushing against your back. She moves your hair from the back of your neck so she can clasp your necklace, too, and it's so achingly soft that your breath goes just slightly uneven. "You're beautiful," she murmurs when you glance at yourself in the mirror, noticing how she doesn't move from behind you, at first. Her hands slide from your shoulders down your arms, and you can only mumble a "thank you" in return, thankful that your carefully applied blush hides the flush of your cheeks

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roommate!Caitlyn who thinks she might like to take that dress right back off you when you get home. But she's scared: scared of crossing your boundaries, scared of messing up your friendship that's so dear to her. So she just smiles when you get back, sitting with you and wrapping band-aids around the blisters you got from your shoes

roommate!Caitlyn who falls asleep imagining you're next to her instead of in your own bedroom. She dreams of what it might be like to come home to your waiting arms, to kiss you whenever she wants, to be able to bury her head between your thighs and leave you flushed and panting

roommate!Caitlyn who has to hold herself back when she comes home early because her last class gets cancelled and hears you touching yourself. You thought she'd be gone longer, didn't hear the door open. Caitlyn hears your muffled sighs and gasps from the other side of your bedroom door, and she seriously considers going in to give you some much needed relief — to take care of you. But she holds back, bites her lip hard and returns to her own room to fantasize in private. Wonders how you'd take her strap, too, but that's neither here nor there

roommate!Caitlyn who doesn't know that you actually hope that, one day, she might do just that: come in and take care of you the way you've been dreaming of for months

A/N: and they were roommates!

since I'm in my first year of university, roommate!Caitlyn has been on my mind. I NEED her. like please Arcane universe, send me her and I will be saved! >///<

[sweetbcgs]

caytlyn NSFW head cannons with soft reader

LOVE ME — caitlyn kiramman

slow and sloppy make out sessions… pulling you into her lap as her hands grip your thighs or hips to pull you closer to her as you whine into her mouth

i don’t see her as rough all the time. some days she just takes her time with you after a hard tiring day at work, just wanted to eating you out while you play with her hair

she’s into overstimulation. i do NOT care what anyone says. she loves how whiny you get as you gush all over her fingers or strap. how your eyes roll into the back of your head as your thighs shake

caitlyn is a switch but dom leaning. some nights she just wants you to take care of her as she lays back

favorite positions are missionary, so she can keep eye contact with you, and doggy style so she can wrap her hands in your hair to pull you against her chest as she traces your clit

holds your hand. like any position she can, she’ll hold your hand because it comforts you. she’s going down on you even after you’ve came like five times? her hand is holding yours as it rests on your stomach

i think shes a sucker for slow sex tbh… yeah rough is nice but slow, deep thrusts that make you whine lowly as she holds eye contact with you? oh yeah she loves it

god she loves making you sit on her face. loves the way you whine and cry for her while trying to hold yourself but before she forcefully pulls you down onto her face, her tongue pushing inside of you as her nose runs against your clit

likes to wipe your tears as you come down from your high, whispering the sweetest things in your ear, saying how good you were and how much she loves you. you’re her sweet girl and she’ll always remind you

dresses you up in cute lingerie… just to pull it off of you later and ruin you

her aftercare is the best :((

bringing you into her arms and playing with your hair to calm you down. small phrases like “shh.. did so good for me,” coming from her as she kissed your forehead

୨୧ taglist :

@mrsarnold @yannasuniverse @hellokittyfeenie

[r3starttt]

Young reader x Caitlyn where reader is an influencer on TikTok / YouTuber and post a lot of soft lunch of Caitlyn ( we never see her face , like js their dates , Caitlyn’s Hand or her back )

And her fans quickly recognize Caitlyn ( how ? Idk crazy fans and the signature colour of Caitlyn’s hair )

The fans are going absolutely CRAZYYY over it.

Imagine this: you start off small, just making fun TikToks here and there. What begins as a casual hobby spirals into something bigger—you’re on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, maybe even Twitch. Before long, you’re gaining traction, invited onto podcasts, and suddenly, every chance you get, you’re talking about Caitlyn. She’s the actress of the moment, starring in countless queer films, and you’re just like everyone else, hopelessly captivated by her.

It escalates. People tag you in edits of her, and you lean into it, making videos gushing over her because, let’s be real, there’s no way she’ll ever see them. After all, she has social media, but it’s handled by her team. She’s older, more private, and has never publicly talked about being into women. Meanwhile, you’re just a silly influencer with a crush on the unattainable. Or so you think.

One day, you’re invited to the premiere of her latest movie - your dream come true. You get to interview her. When it’s your turn, she surprises you, leaning in with a knowing look you know: “You’re the one who makes those videos, right?” She catches you off guard, and you’re stumbling over apologies. But then she replies again, casually, “I like your content. I’ve been following you for a while."

The internet erupts. Everyone’s talking about how Caitlyn actually knows who you are, how she seemed genuinely charmed by you during the interview. It’s the kind of thing people dream about. But for Caitlyn, it’s more calculated. She’s smart, too smart to let a relationship—especially her first public one—be exposed so easily. Later that night, she sends someone from her team to bring you to the afterparty. It’s discreet, casual, but enough.

It starts with Instagram messages, small conversations that grow into something more. Despite the walls she’s built around her life, you’re charming enough to break through. She’s giggling at your jokes, brushing her hair behind her ear as if she’s not one of the most sought-after actresses in the world. Eventually, she can’t resist, and she asks you out—not for a flashy date, but something quiet and thoughtful, just the two of you.

Caitlyn is not one to flaunt her wealth, but she’s meticulous, researching your likes and interests, piecing together the perfect date. Over time, the connection deepens. Phone calls turn into late-night visits at each other’s homes, and one night, under the soft hum of background music, she leans in, her hands cupping your face as she kisses you. It’s natural.

As the relationship blossoms, you respect her desire for privacy. You post subtle hints on social media—coffee cups at her favorite spot, a new brand of makeup you both love, glimpses of the places you go together. Caitlyn plays along, occasionally posting from the same locations, but always with enough time and space to keep people guessing.

The fans start noticing the small details: her dogs in the background of your Instagram stories, your sweater draped over her shoulders, matching jewelry. It’s a slow burn, a puzzle people piece together over months until the connection is undeniable.

And then, at one of her premieres, it becomes official. You’re by her side, her arm around you, a soft kiss shared in front of the cameras. The world explodes—some people are thrilled, calling it a dream come true. Others doubt it’ll work, citing the differences in your careers and lives. But you don’t care. Caitlyn starts mentioning you in interviews, and every time she does, the audience melts at how deeply she seems to care for you.

#needthat

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★ FIGHT OR FUCK? ★

PIT FIGHTER VI FUCKING READER WHILE DICTATOR CAIT WATCHES

Caitvi x reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

“Just wish you two would get along hmm!”

A particularly rough thrust from Vi has your head reeling back into bed sheets

“That’s not for you to worry about baby ah- and maybe if cupcake over here could mm- lighten up we could go back to focusing on things that matter like our sweet girl”

Vi croons leaning down to your ear hitting that spot inside that leaves you cross-eyed

“Don’t act like this is my fault-“ Caitlyn chides

“I don’t need the spiel I’m a little preoccupied to keep this arguing up” Vi smirks back at Cait’s peeved expression

Caitlyn huffs her frustration almost outweighing her arousal at seeing you like this, almost

You feel her cool hand against your cheek, a soft attempt to soothe as Vi’s hips don’t miss a beat giving you no choice but to take it

“Mhmmm Cait please-“ you hear yourself start to beg for what exactly you’re not sure

“I know baby I know but you can take it for me, can’t you?” Caitlyn’s hushed words coat your mind in a hazy bliss that Vi can’t help but interject “You can take it for us, right honey? Or did you forget she’s mine too”

Vi punctuates her sharp words with the quick snap of her hips punching little whines out of you with each thrust

“Don’t like it when you fight- uhhh!”

Your pleas not falling on completely deaf ears, the two girls want nothing more than to make you happy but pride often gets in the way

A sharp glare is directed toward Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman does not fold and she certainly won’t be the one to apologize now

Unfortunately for you Vi is just as stubborn and as much as she wants to make you happy her ego can’t take admitting that she was wrong

So you'll stay stuck here in a tug-of-war over your pliant body until these two can learn how to make up in a way that doesn't involve fucking your lights out

"Maybe I'd think about giving in if I could have my turn with you pretty girl, how does that sound?"

Caitlyn's intentions are far from pure giving Vi a cheeky smile as she coddles you with faux sympathy

"No no, you don't" Vi hoists you up flat against her chest possesively "Just mad you didn't get to her first aren't you Cait? Too late for that shit now you'll just have to wait your turn" Vi sneers

While she may seem annoyed Caitlyn has no problem with patience if anything having Vi's sloppy seconds means you'll be even more sensitive and limp for her to use as she pleases

"I c-can't anymore please gonna cum-" and then there's you

With no chance of escaping until they decide you’ve had enough, it’s best to accept your role as beloved plaything and from the attitude they’ve shown so far it seems you’re in for a very long night

AN- These were my fave caitvi eras and I was sad they didn't interact more so I thought I should write something for them together, hope you enjoy! (not sure if anyone reads these anyway lol but kisses to my lovely readers 💋)

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Blondie's Masterlist

Last Updated 2/14/25

The Last of Us

Abby Anderson

BITE ME

4th of July with Abby

Domestic life with Abby

Ellabs Drabble 2

Christmas Lingerie

Sucking her strap

Ellabs Drabble 1

Ellie Williams

BITE ME

Ellabs Drabble 2

Christmas Lingerie

KISS ME MORE

Ellabs Drabble 1

Dina

KISS ME MORE

Arcane

Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn helping you suck Vi's strap

FIGHT OR FUCK?

Caitvi make you nervous

Violet

Caitlyn helping you suck Vi's strap

FIGHT OR FUCK?

Caitvi make you nervous

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Caitlyn helping you suck Vi’s strap

Caitvi x reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

When you joked with Caitlyn about not knowing how to give a blowjob you never expected it would end you up in such a precarious position

“That’s it darling there you go-”

But here you are on your knees for Vi, Cait kneeling just behind you holding your body close helping encourage your movements up and down

“Fuck baby look so good taking my cock”

You glance up at Vi through watery lashes popping off of her strap with a huff trying to catch your breath

“Doing so well baby mm? Why don’t I give you a little reward,” Caitlyn whispers and you swear you clench at just the sound of her voice

It isn’t a second more before Cait’s mouth is on yours, her tongue sliding in easily, no doubt making things extra messy for Vi’s viewing pleasure

It must be working you think when you catch Vi stroking her strap to the sight as you let out little whines and pants while Cait makes you dizzy with her mouth

When she decides you’ve had enough Vi makes quick work of grabbing your hair using it as leverage to control your movements back on her cock

While embarrassing to admit the rough treatment is something you’re learning to love, the feeling of Vi’s strap deep in your throat turning you on beyond belief

Still your mind struggles to keep up with the pair while their words and glances are sweet their touch is anything but as they get off on your whimpers and gags

Vi’s hips start to jerk as Caitlyn reaches down to feel you through your soaked bottoms, at her touch you let out a strangled noise around Vi’s strap, both of them cooing at your struggle

“Fuck baby take it take it take it-“ Vi groans now fully thrusting into your mouth, chasing the pleasure of the harness rubbing against her oh so well

Your senses are overwhelmed with their touch, their smell, their taste so much so you can’t control the tears rolling down your cheeks

The two girls devouring you are quick to take notice and they can’t help but swoon at the pathetic little show you’re putting on

“Shh it’s ok love you look soo pretty for us” Caitlyn whispers starting to kiss and suck at your neck, you can hear the smirk in her voice as she croons but honestly you could care less

Vi’s hips start to lose control as she whines “fuck baby gonna make me cum- shit just like that” and as she pushes you to the hilt she’s cumming holding you close while Cait’s sweet nothings of praise fill your ears

When she finally lets up you feel sufficiently ruined and if the tenderness of their gaze is any indicator you must look that way too

Bringing her hand up to rub away at the spit glazing your lips Vi leans down giving your forehead a sweet kiss murmuring

“Our good girl”

AN- Not sure how I feel about this one but it's been sitting in my drafts for too long so oh well also I'm trying to get the hang of how I like to format things so ignore any weirdness! Hope you enjoyed ;)

[hcneymooners]

⋆ thinking about model!cait & model!reader.

ꕮ you and model!caitlyn find one another unexpectedly, your friendship a perfect firework across an otherwise tedious skyline of existence. she has a strong reputation comprised of a perfect work ethic, but a "bitter aftertaste" of a personality. the coworker who says this is notorious for being vicious, so you smile palely and take the assessment with a grain of salt.

ꕮ model!caitlyn whom you first meet backstage at an indie designer's debut show, whom you keep running into backstage. she's softer than you expected with her deep blue hair tugged up into a topknot, balancing like an artist on a tightrope. her cheeks are dusted with a metallic blush that shimmers weakly every time her cheeks bunch and loosen, the movement repeated as she chews on an apple.

ꕮ model!cait who is the last to go on most of the time, as are you, so you watch as she keeps to herself amid fashion week and is the first one out at the end of every show. it's the same cycle of working up the courage to speak to her, to show her that you aren't whispering along with the rest of the girls sitting beside you, but your little streaks of bravery are blotted out by the hot lights of your twin vanities and there's nothing left by the time she calls her car.

ꕮ you finally see her at the right time, finally send her a tight smile that you meant to be fuller with a little wave. she's at the mouth of the door, head bent back as the movement coordinator orders her to be earlier tomorrow for rehearsals because she's opening this time. she's surprised at the soft spread of your teeth towards her, and reflexively she smiles back. congratulations, you tell her and your voice is strong. thank you, she says.

ꕮ and you think that's the end of things but then you get stuck in the open half of a prop plane with her. the set is an elaborate platform to showcase the newest alice+olivia spring-summer collection. the two of you swing like a pendulum across the floor, tumbling into one another. her body is lanky, almost awkward, and she smells deeply of iris, lime, and rose.

ꕮ "you smell good," you whisper with a hand on your stomach because you think you might throw up. she smiles, surprised, and you understand exactly why they scouted her.

ꕮ after that, your relationship grows almost lazily like ivy. you run into her everywhere: the grocery store, the members club right across your townhouse, the museum where you went to see the quilt exhibit. one day you just take her hand and interlink it with yours, promising her a delicious bowl of pho and saying that you'll teach her to haggle prices at the little market you're going to after this—the one owned by the khti with kind eyes.

ꕮ she follows you, lets you swallow her, and basks in the solidarity of finding someone who doesn't hate her for once. you find out more: that she's a nepotism baby (her mother is a top designer), that she dislikes a lot of who she walks for but doesn't think she deserves to complain, that she majored in philosophy and military history at university but dropped out in her junior year, that she's been thinking of going back. "go back," you tell her with a soft smile. "i'll go with you."

ꕮ you go back to school together: her to finish her bachelor's, you to get your master's.

ꕮ when you're off-duty, she calls you. it's always at the same time—she's very structured, you notice—which means you always find yourself rushing through the rooms of your home, trying to find where you last tossed your phone.

ꕮ it's 2007 then, so it's a thin slab the color of ice with the logo of the most prominent tech company at the moment. you're always worried you're going to drop it, that you'll lose her, so you memorize her number to call her from a pay phone when you're somewhere different in the world.

ꕮ on call, she tells you about the first time she walked paris fashion week, how her hands wouldn't stop shaking even after she'd made it back behind the curtain. you share your own story of tripping during milan, catching yourself at the last second while your heart drummed against your ribs.

ꕮ "i was there," she tells you, laughing gently. the words cut out a bit as she moves around, and without thinking, you speak to the ache in your chest and say, "i wish you were here."

ꕮ backstage becomes your sanctuary together. you learn to recognize the slope of her shoulders when a designer has been particularly cruel, and she learns exactly how you like your tea when you're running on your fourth show of the day. "chamomile, splash of honey," she murmurs, pressing the warm cup into your hands. her fingers linger against yours longer than necessary.

ꕮ you rest your head on top of her jutting shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as she adjusts the alligator clips in your hair so that you're more comfortable, switching out your perm papers for new ones so the stylists won't yell about the crinkles.

ꕮ there have been many times when you've sobbed into her lap or she into yours, bodies run ragged after doing 10-20 shows in a day or two. it's never too much work to soothe her or for her to coo at you, quieting you until you fitfully fall asleep.

ꕮ you start sharing hotel rooms to save money, but really it's because neither of you can stand the loneliness anymore. you always share a hotel room now with two beds, just for you to wrap around her in only one. these are the best times of travel: caitlyn in her cotton hollister boy shorts and her long-sleeved soccer camp tee, hair lumped into a loose knot at her neck as her chest rises and falls gently with her breath.

ꕮ you huddle closer every night, late at night. you order room service and critique the collections together. she has strong opinions about necklines, and you can spend hours discussing the politics of sizing.

ꕮ sometimes you fall asleep mid-conversation and wake to find her having tucked you in.

ꕮ the industry starts to notice your friendship. "the ice queen has finally thawed," they whisper, and you hate how they talk about her like she's a puzzle to be solved rather than a person. but she just squeezes your hand under the table at fashion week parties and whispers, "let them talk." you realize you'd let them say anything as long as she keeps holding your hand.

ꕮ your first kiss happens in taipei. you're both half-delirious from lack of sleep, sharing a pepper bun in the early morning before shows begin. she has a dot of sauce on her lower lip, and you reach out without thinking, thumb brushing it away and coming to your mouth so that you can suck it clean.

ꕮ "oh," she says softly, and then you're colliding, kissing desperately and tenderly among the crumbs and cups of cucumber water, dawn breaking over the city of azaleas. she breaks away because she can't stop smiling and you can't either, and her hair looks like blue fire in the sunlight. you kiss her again because you can and drag her by the hand down the street, your water sloshing as you try to make it to the show on time.

ꕮ together, you start to imagine a life beyond the runway. she talks about teaching military history to undergraduates, her eyes lighting up as she describes battle strategies and political maneuvering. you sketch out plans for your own vintage styling firm, something small and carefully curated with a tight clientele.

ꕮ "we could do both," she says, and you love how she always includes you in her future.

ꕮ life begins to slow down without either of you meaning for it to. it's subtle at first: you start saying no to castings that don't excite you, and caitlyn realizes she hasn't done a full fashion week in nearly a year.

ꕮ you find yourselves going to the same places more often—your favorite cafe, the record store that still carries CDs, the bookstore where cait always beelines for the history section while you browse vintage magazines.   

ꕮ caitlyn buys a dog before you do—a retired racing greyhound named laguna with eyes too soft for the world. you tease her about how predictable it is, how of course she'd choose a creature as long-limbed and elegant as her. but then you find a pocket bully in a shelter with a wiry coat and the sweetest underbite you've ever seen, and suddenly you have two. your inbox fills with emails from brands who want to feature them instead of you.  

ꕮ there's a video of you and caitlyn sitting on a blanket in central park, sharing a bagel slathered thick with avocado while your dogs sprawl between you. someone posts it on youtube with the title supermodels—THEY'RE JUST LIKE US and suddenly laguna and your little bully (you named her venice) have their own fanbase.

ꕮ people start recognizing you not for the runways, but for the dogs. “cait, i think we’ve peaked," you joke, showing cait a feature in a fashion mag about “all the best supermodels have turned dog moms.”   

ꕮ one day, cait tells you she’s serious about completing her phd. "i think i’m ready," she says, her fingers twisting the hem of your sweatshirt. you kiss her forehead and tell her you've been looking at spaces for your styling firm. "i think i'm ready too."  

ꕮ leaving modeling feels like shedding skin. at first, you both keep a toe in—an editorial here, a campaign there—but eventually, the industry moves on without you, and neither of you mind. 

ꕮ the mornings are slower now, filled with newspaper crossword puzzles and late brunches. your lives feel like the belong more to you than before. sometimes you still wake up expecting to rush to a casting, but then laguna whines at the door, and venice jumps onto the bed, and you remember you don't have to be anywhere except beside her.  

ꕮ you start teaching styling workshops, curating looks for indie films, slowly building your firm from the ground up. caitlyn, true to her word, finishes her degree and starts lecturing. she still paces when she talks, still moves like she’s walking the length of a runway, but now it’s in front of a room full of students who hang onto every word she says about ancient war tactics. 

ꕮ you don’t understand any of it, but still you’re proud of her. you sneak into her lectures with a ball cap that does nothing to disguise you, a polaroid camera in your hands as you take pictures of her for the keepsake box underneath your bed.

ꕮ your home becomes filled with old fashion week spreads pinned open like faded butterflies, shelves lined with history books, and a basket of dog toys that always end up in the middle of the floor. life is lovely. not perfect, but good nonetheless.

ꕮ and then one day, years later, you're walking through a square—maybe in new york, maybe in london—when you look up and see her face on a billboard. it’s an old campaign, maybe one of the last ones she did, and the sight of her, frozen in time, steals the breath from your lungs.   

ꕮ you call her.  

ꕮ "hey, baby,” you say when she picks up. "i just saw you on a billboard."  

ꕮ there's a beat of silence, then her voice, warm and teasing. “wasn’t expecting to hear that bit of news. tell me, was i beautiful all blown up and life-sized?”  

ꕮ you smile, tilting your face toward the sky. "yes. but they don’t know how much more beautiful you are in person."

© hcneymooners.

⚚ notes: for @marieeeluvsyou & @srooch.

[silknspice]

hockey!vi and basketball!caitlyn decide it's time to stop fighting over you. they'll just have to share!

headcanons, arguing, smut/slutty material (18+ mdni), dom!cait & vi, gp!vi, cheerleader!reader (hardly mentioned), vi & cait r horny and reader's hard-to-get-but-also-horny. wc. 2k

vi's a big, bulky, 'gentleman' of a player. girls come and go from her poster-covered dorm room, and it's fine, because she has bigger things to worry about, until she meets you. the post-game crowd is a chaotic swarm of students, and still, she spots you with ease. you're with a friend that she somewhat recognizes, but the athlete swears on her life she's never seen you. she would've remembered a pretty ass face like that. the two of you are making conversation with one of her teammates, and almost immediately the pinkette's jogging up to the cluster of you and slinging an arm over the other player.

she's decorated with a big fat grin like always, cooing a sexy "hey there," that has her teammate rolling her eyes into the back of her head, but not the way vi intended. you're introduced, a sweet smile gracing your lips that vi wants buried between the flesh of her thighs, lips that she wants gasping for life as she ravishes you, lips that she swears just made her cock twitch.

"you gonna be looking for me at the after party?" she cocks her head in fake innocence. what an asshole. "maybe if you score some more next time," you dismiss her with a tucked away grin, politely biding her teammate and spinning off out of the dumbfounded butch's sight. her teammate sharply inhales, patting the girl who looks like she's just seen a ghost. "tough luck, vi," the athlete starts, "wouldn't have worked anyway, i heard she's messing with kiramman."

caitlyn won the race to your attention. it's one of the many things she adores holding over vi's head when they have their daily bicker-fests over anything and everything related to you. she’d always believed in finders keepers.

the bustling, alcohol scented, dim atmosphere encasing her is completely forgotten as her gaze lands on you, a red solo cup in hand as you make conversation with who she assumes to be your teammates. she squares her shoulders, standing a little taller as her fellow athletes notice the look she's giving you. a predator ready to pounce. little whistles of encouragement fall from their lips as she strides on her mission to you.

the navy haired beauty knows she's hot, knows damn well anyone would slide their way under her as soon as the words of approval coat her tongue, and knows that you'll be one of her most– no, the most rewarding catch she's had. except, her trap seemed to falter.

"you were great today," she flashes a soft smile, attempting to make sure the way she checks you out is subtle, less cocky and more in awe. "watched when i could, i see why they put you in front." "oh yeah?" you hum out, sipping from your cup. it's basic, not giving much for caitlyn to work with, but the glint in your eyes is giving the athlete all too much hope. "yeah," she sounds a little breathless. her eyelids drop and soften to mimick the arousal she's feeling from just eyeing your fuckable face. "must be real flexible to do all that. think you could show me some more?" her prim and enchanting accent is completely contradicting the nasty insinuations falling from her mouth. that has you gently shaking your head and scoffing– albeit, with a smile, caitlyn notes. "you're funny, cait." and that's all you leave her with. that, and the image of you gently swaying your hips while walking off. the image that she'll be replaying in her head as she tends to her needs later that night. it makes sense to her a few days later during practice. when she and her teammates are lazily walking off of the court, one of them explains your oh so suspicious behavior. "heard she's interested in vi. sorry hotshot, looks like you've met your match."

from then on, the two are completely at each other's throats. it starts off small when they bump into each other at the campus coffee shop. they're patiently waiting for their drinks. caitlyn's arms are crossed as always with her hair in a messy pony, and vi's hands keep refuge in her pockets while her shoulders slightly slouch in a relaxed manner. they're completely ignoring the other's presence, until vi physically has to speak up.

"so... ___" she says your name like a child praying to their goddess. caitlyn hums in response. "i hate to be the one to tell you, but she's completely out of your league." "well i don't know what she'd see in a narcissistic mongoose like you," vi quips. cait scoffs. "and i'm not sure why she'd ever give someone as run through as you the time of day... wait, mongoose?"

soon, it's not one that's pursuing you at a time, it's both. at parties, after games, walking to class, even in the library, the two girls are drawn to you like moths to light. and sure, they're still very interested in fucking you senseless if you let them. and sure, they don't know you all too well yet, but something about you is so captivating. whether you'll give them the time of day or not, they crave being in your presence. (the rivalry is making things a little more fun than expected, too.)

you're interested, extremely interested. but these girls are used to getting everything they want in the blink of an eye. you know your worth, so if they want to take you, and not just your ability to walk, they're going to have to work for it. in record time, the university of piltover's finest were wrapped around your dainty finger. so, slowly, you let them into your life.

at first, it's smaller things. in the morning, caitlyn worms her way into the plush seat next to you at your library table. she sets down your coffee order to a T, saying she "had some extra time" (which isn't a lie, she woke up an hour earlier than she already does to make sure her timing was perfect), and she "didn't know what you'd like", so she 'guessed' (that part was a lie, because she fell asleep thirty minutes later than usual stalking your instagram highlights and zooming into the label of your most recent drink). in conclusion, the star player was losing sleep over you, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

then, like switching shifts, vi swoops into the library and whisks you away, but not before making a remark that has the navy-haired girl's brows furrowing.

"i'll take it from here, cupcake. angel and i have a date." the pinkette lifts your backpack from the ground and slings it over her shoulder before you can utter a word. "you're walking me to class, violet. 'ts not a date..." you dismiss the claim, looking caitlyn in the eyes as you bring the coffee to your lips and take a swig. "..yet," you induce some hope and fear into the respective girls. as you coo your mind-twirling sing-song "bye cait," and walk away, vi can't help but snake a hand around your waist before throwing a terribly taunting wink to the bluenette over her shoulder.

eventually, after more interrupted touches and argument after argument, the girls attempt to seduce you on their own turf. after a particularly hard but victorious game, cait jogs up to you. the flyaways of her ponytail are the sexiest amount of messy and the sweat dripping down the side of her neck and rounding towards her adams apple has you gulping. but of course, you hide it. you admit, she's impressed you, and the seemingly suave girl fights the beaming smile she feels sneaking its way onto her face. instead, she thanks you for cheering for her and gently grazes her hand over the hem of your blue and white skirt.

"is this my reward for playing so well?" she grins. "this is my uniform, hotshot."

after vi's hockey game that she insisted you come to, she sneaks up on you after exiting the locker room, capturing your frame from behind with sculpted arms. the two of you stiffle a few laughs before she turns you around, pulling your torso closer to hers.

"how'd I do?" she asks, the neediness of approval hidden somewhere in her tone.

"i guess you were good," you joke, making vi gently pinch at your side. "yeah?" she teases, "how good?" "not good enough, at least I score." caitlyn buts in from 'out of nowhere!' (vi claims), momentarily stunning whatever tension you and the pinkette were building. "i scored three times," the powder-blue eyed girl slightly pouts, sending you into a fit of laughter.

it's vi who steals a kiss from you first. you finally give in after realizing maybe she wants something a little more than sex. it's hungry, slight teeth, lots of tongue, and sloppy hums of pleasure. wandering hands travel to the back of your head, through your hair, down to the curve of your waist, everywhere she can claim you.

caitlyn, when she finds out a day later, is pissed. so when she finally gets her hands on you, she's rougher than she planned on being when she ran this scenario through her head hundreds of times before. she's pushing you against a wall, knee slotted between your legs, and a lanky hand trails up to grip your chin. it's rough, hypnotizing, and you have to stop her before she makes an absolute mess of you.

it's no surprise when the girls text you to meet up a few days later. what is a surprise is the fact that they're together. they send you a selfie from vi's phone in your shared group chat. vi looks delicious in her stupid backwards baseball cap and caitlyn's glasses only enhance that scarily sexy cold look she owns. the picture's lazy, a lower angle of the two looking at the camera with soft grins, but it has your heartbeat racing, and something else pulsing their names.

ice queen: angel come 2 cait's ice queen: we miss you <3 angel: and if I don't? hotshot: you'll regret it. angel: is that a threat? hotshot: jesus, get over here.

caitlyn and vi take turns using you for the rest of the night. they wait for you to make the first move, of course, they have manners. once you're all hot and bothered you hear the clank of their belts coming undone and flashes of clothes being stripped off fill your vision.

cait only spends so long teasing your swollen clit before she's two fingers and three knuckles deep inside of you, teasing your clouded brain about adding a third. the wet sounds your body's making are getting vi the hardest she's been in her life, and she swears she could cum just from the way your glossy eyes look up at her while cait ravishes you. "look at that- i'll be the one to make her cum first." cait taunts, and as soon as you've reached your high the pinkette's stripping you away from her and flipping you onto your stomach.

vi's gentler than caitlyn at first, but her passion and desires enchant her mind and soon she's stuffing your needy hole with her length, face down ass up, while pushing your head into the pillow that captures your lovely noises.

it's not long before caitlyn's sitting in front of you with her legs spread wide, guiding your tongue right where it belongs.

you all sleep in the same bed that night. you in the middle, of course, and your girls clinging to you lovingly. the three of you talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and the silly conversations lull you into a deep sleep.

some day soon, you'll have to talk about whatever this is. for right now, vi and caitlyn relish in the fact that they have you. brain, heart, body and all.

sharing isn't all that bad.

silknspice

[yameoto]

being caitlyn's cumdump

tw; breeding kink, spitplay, cumplay, girlcock, she sucks her cum out of your cunt and spits it back in your mouth to make room for another load

caitlyn who is fucking in and out of your hole until your thighs are on fire and your cunt is numb and seeping out milky white because you're not physically capable of holding anymore. because cum is pulsing endlessly out of you like goop and gushing a river into the bedsheets and when she can't fuck it back into you anymore because it keeps flooding out the base of her cock. caitlyn gets sick of it. growling and biting into your skin in frustration because why can't you take more? she has more to give. she has needs. for example, the need to fuck you till her balls are wrung dry and you're so full of her you can't even feel thrusts of her cock anymore.

so she's wrenching her cock out and licking hot back down your abdomen, kissing down the taut stretch of your swollen belly and descending on your loose pussy as you cry and thrash and squirm upwards helplessly because you've been fucked and filled to the point where there's nothing you can feel but her fingers and her tongue and the phantom slam of her cock. so empty-headed you barely even realise it when she's sucking her own cum out of your cunt to make room for another load because she doesn't give a shit what your body is telling her or what mewls are coming out of your mouth say. you're not done til she says so. caitlyn's yanking you by the neck for an open-mouthed kiss and spitting her own cum back into your mouth. loves the way it pools in your mouth and you jerk to gulp it in before to choke. loves the way you look, only the whites of your eyes showing as your pupils flutter furiously at the edge of your lids like they’re jammed, like your body is stuttering, like it can't even process what she’s putting it through. how your cheeks and chin are coated with the thick mixture of her cum and saliva and she croons, back arching when she shoves herself back in again. makes it just in time for her to add another hot creamy burst into the mess in your tummy. and your leaking pussy slurps her up so eagerly. so greedily, still, because she’s fucked you so warm and full and stupid it feels wrong to be anything else but caitlyn's cumdump.

[killerbait-deactivated20250314]

mean liar abby who tells the reader "yes, doll, just the tip" and dumb reader who believes her, like "just one round, don't worry" greiwjhddhdhdhdhhd

nsfw 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 abby coos at your whimpers, the silicone of her strap rubbing against your clit. you shake your head softly, "i can't take it... it's too big, abs..."

she hums, watching your lips part around her strap, your arousal making it glisten. "i don't know, baby... looking pretty eager down here."

you shake your head, frowning up at her.

abby rolls her eyes, tugging you closer by your thighs and sliding her strap lower down to your hole, just pushing in.

a whine falls from your mouth, "'can't take it..." you repeat, looking up at her pleadingly.

"aw," abby pouts, her hand wrapping around her dick to start easing the toy into you. "just the tip, hm? think you can do that for me, angel?"

you contemplate, could you? you'd never taken anything before apart from her fingers— you hadn't even seen a strap until your girlfriend pulled it out of her pants unexpectedly and started to convince you to take it.

but... you nod, wanting to please her.

she smiles, spitting on her fingers and coating the end of her strap with it, making a tight grip around the silicone head to have full control over her movements as the tip slips inside.

her blue eyes watch intently as she guides the tip of her cock in and out of your cunt, listening to your soft moans and mewls. if you were this responsive to barely an inch inside you, she knew you'd be a wreck.

you get wetter as you get closer to your orgasm, abby's thick fingers rubbing your clit slowly as she takes the opportunity to inch more of her strap into you. your eyes snap open with a gasp, grabbing her bicep, "w-what are you—?"

"don't be such a pussy," abby mumbles, hovering over you as she fills you up, rubbing your clit to help you take it easier.

your hips writhe under her, nails clawing at her freckled skin as you let out an array of noises, babbling about how it's too big and you can't take it.

your girlfriend huffs in annoyance at your whining and complaining, ignoring you as her hips start to draw back and forth. "no— abby, please..!"

her big hand slaps over your mouth, forcing your head back against the pillows as the sound of skin slapping fills the room. "just take it, baby. don't make it difficult."

[lanasblogasf]

Are We Still Friends ?

ᵇʸ ˡᵃⁿᵃˢᵇˡᵒᵍᵃˢᶠ

abby anderson x reader - part 1

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:

When fwb!roommate!abby fails to pick you up from a party, you find out she was busy sleeping with her ex. With new feelings bubbling to the surface and a pit in your stomach, you try to remind yourself that you cant be jealous if she's not technically yours. Right?

word count- 1k ish

This has been beta'd thanks to to the lovley @shaemonyou

𝐀𝐍: 𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐢 okay so i posted this fic ages ago and lowkey hated it so i took it down…. but ive since been swayed to start writing again so i figured i would put this fic up again with some tweaks so here it is! dedicated to the one and only @aphrvdisiac ….

10:00pm

"C'monnn Abs," you pout, "it's gonna be so fun!Just take a break for a couple hours!"

Abby watched from the couch in your shared off-campus apartment, one of the many perks of her surgeon dad being loaded, as you applied your sweetly scented lipgloss and attempted to sway her into going to some "great" party with you.

To the blonde, it sounded less than appealing.

She was exhausted from hours of studying for a test she had in a few days and was not in the mood to hang around a bunch of drunk and horny college students. It wasn't exactly her idea of fun on a Tuesday night.

"Bet it will be fun."

"Mhm," you hummed in confirmation while rubbing your glossy pink lips together.

"i'm sure the drunk frat guys who get to grind on you and call it dancing will have a real blast!" she flashed you a smug smile and turned her eyes back to her computer. You rolled your eyes and slipped on a pair of short off white heels, choosing to ignore her remark.

You walk over to where your best friend is laying, clad in grey sweatpants and a sports bra. Looking up, Abby tucks the stray blonde hair splayed in her face behind her ear so she could watch as you give her a quick twirl to show off your outfit.

"How do I look?" you ask, beaming at her with a confident smile.

She eyed your outfit with a smile that matched yours and took the opportunity to snatch you by the waist, pulling you to straddle her muscular form. The familiar sent of your "Pink Swayed' Bath and Body Works perfume instantly filling her senses.

"Mmm...like you should be in my bed," she murmured while planting kisses up your neck, “instead of going to a party that happens like thrice a week." The end of her sentence was whispered onto your lips, making your cheeks flush at the intimacy. "Abbyyy," you whined, suddenly shy. "watch the makeup!"

"Oh I'm sooo s-" a knocking at the door interrupted her teasing and you scurried off her lap. Abby groaned in annoyance at this, throwing her head back into the cushion dramatically while you smoothed your skirt back down and opened the door to reveal an impatient dealer on the other side.

"Hey, uh.. you ready? Jess n D are already in the car."

"Yeah one sec Els, just let me grab my purse." Ellie stepped inside while she waited, making the relatively small living room smell of weed, something she had no doubt you would scold her for later. 'As if you don't have a million fucking scented candles' Ellie had said to you after you last lectured her.

"Staying home, Anderson? Do you ever get tired of having no bitches?" She snickered at the bigger girl.

"I don't know, you tell me." Abby retorted without even glancing at her, well used to getting at it with the girl and not interested in humoring her at the moment.

"Got it! I'm ready to go!" You scurried back into the living space with your bag in hand. Ellie was already halfway out the door, waiting for you to follow behind her.

"Hey, i'm here if you need a ride, yeah? be safe." Abby reminded as you swung the mini purse over your shoulder. "I mean it."

"I always ammm," you sang, shutting the door behind you.

Around 1:00am

The party was awful.

The mixed smell of weed, Pink Whitney, and sweat lingered around you, making you outwardly cringe. In all honestly, parties weren't you favorite thing. You mostly just went for the free booze and the chance to let loose with friends between school work. Other than that, they tended to be a drag.

And almost all the times you did enjoy yourself, Abby was there with you.

You really had fun with her, you felt safe knowing she was just a few feet away, and sometimes you just enjoyed watching her have a good time, as she did you.

Though at the moment, that was the opposite of how you were feeling. You were getting hot sweaty and bored and maybe you had a few drinks too many. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling of the eyes of a group of frat boys on you, even after you shot down each of their advances for a 'good time upstairs. Downing your 5th drink of the night, you were starting to regret your choice to come, just wanting the night to be over with so you could go home to your best friend.

But of course Jesse, who was supposed to be the DD for the night, bailed and instead got drunk off his ass. Currently he was making out with Dina in a corner with like the three other couples who were doing the same. Great. And there's no use in asking Ellie to drive you as she was in the fucking clouds by now and busy dealing on a dirty looking couch. Not to mention the random girl with fake gold hoops that sat on her lap and looked like she was ready to bite anyone that got too close.

Deciding to call it a night, you text dina your goodbyes, letting her know you will find a ride home while shoving through the crowd of sweaty college students to make your exit.

Unbuckling your heels, you take a seat on a curb outside the house. Cold, trashed, and holding your head in your hands in attempt to pull yourself together so you didn't hurl up the pre-party snacks you had in the car while searching for Abby's number in your phone.

You could literally quote Abby's voicemail word for word by the fifth unanswered call. You did everything under the damn sun to contact your roommate, but to no avail. It was so unlike her.

Eventually giving up, assuming she had fallen asleep given her long week, you resort to shamefully pressing call on every contact in your phone thats lives close by, until someone picks up and refusing to pay for an uber at that hour. You should honestly feel more embarrassed than you do, considering that now your cousin's friend of a friend that lives a few blocks away is on her way to pick you up at 1 am on a school night.

You did your best not to sweat Abby not picking up, knowing you already weren't thinking very straight, but while continuing to wait on the grimy curb, the thoughts still lingered as Abby was not one to take your safety lightly. if you needed her, she was there.

But when your ride arrived all thoughts vanished as you stood up and nearly face planted into the car door.

11:42pm

Abby was beat.

After you left, she opted to study some more. Something you had scolded her about and strictly told her not to do, because she needed a break. And it turns out you were right because even after two cups of coffee (and 2 and half 'motivational' shots of tequila), the drowsiness was consuming her. But she had to pass this test or she wouldn't meet the pre-requisites for a class she really needed to take.

Thudding her head against the desk and glancing at the lit up clock on her phone, she finally decided to take a short breather from the books. Scrolling on Instagram through her friends beach pics and photo dumps, she came across a picture that you posted an hour ago.

Abby stared at the semi-blurry image of you on her screen.

She wasn't sure if it was the liquor or just how hot you were making her feel this way but, FUCK, she was horny.

Seemingly right on time her phone buzzes with a text.

i miss you baby. you home?

Fucking Scarlet. They dated for 8 months before things fizzled out. and by fizzled out, Scarlet told her she never really wanted anything serious. she wanted to go back to being fuck buddies. No feelings involved. Abby saw her only a few times after that and hasn’t spoken to her since. so yeah. fizzled out more or less.

And Abby knows she shouldn't respond. She really does. You guys have a good..whatever it was going right now and getting back in contact with her ex certainly wouldn't blow over well with you. She likes you. And to her it was worth it to continue being only friends with benefits if it meant not screwing up what you already had by telling you she had real feelings for you.

The two of you may not be dating, but Abby knew your jealousy well. Even if you always denied feeling so. And hell, Abby was the same way. You had no idea how watching you sway and giggle at parties knowing other people were looking too made her skin burn.

But her rational thoughts didn't last more than a minute in her horny and tipsy mind. With her studies long forgotten, she texts back.

ya im home.

come over.

don’t forget to reblog ;)

[r3starttt]

VAMPIRE ELLABS

You felt them before you saw them. They had hunted you before, night after night, as if drawn by some unspoken bond, their presence haunting your dreams and shadowing your waking hours. Each time, you managed to escape—barely slipping through their grasp, hiding in shadows and narrow alleyways. But anyone who dared to listen to your whispered fears, those few brave enough to heed your warnings, either mocked you or, worse, woke up dead. Now, standing alone under the canopy of ancient trees, you felt that familiar shiver crawl over your skin—a sick intuition that you were no longer alone.

Your fingers tightened around the dagger in your hand, its edge glinting under the pale moonlight. It was your last defense, your only comfort as you backed away, surrounded by the towering trees. But then, a cold hand snaked around your arm, freezing you in place, its touch delicate but unyielding. You looked down to find a hand with slender fingers, cool and pale as porcelain. “Leaving so soon?” a voice murmured, low and velvety, as if savoring every word. The voice alone was enough to make your heart stammer, sending an electric shiver down your spine.

You turned, your gaze falling on a brunette with piercing green eyes—Ellie. Her gaze pinned you in place, both beautiful and deadly, like a predator savoring its prey. Those green eyes were otherworldly, almost too perfect for something as flawed as a human—if she could even be called one. The slight smirk on her lips hinted at amusement, as if she found your resistance charming.

Before you could react, another presence pressed against your back—a taller, more commanding figure whose strength radiated from every inch of her body. Abby, the blonde, whose hair seemed to drink in the moonlight like it was made of silver, rested a firm hand on your shoulder, her grip a strange blend of gentleness and strength. You barely got a proper glance at her, but you could feel the power radiating from her, the unspoken promise that you would go nowhere. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her warm breath ghosting against your neck. Her voice was a sultry purr that sent a shiver through you, both terrifying and undeniably thrilling.

Ellie’s fingers traveled up, reaching your chin as she tilted your head, forcing your neck to arch, baring the vulnerable pulse beneath your skin. She leaned in, her lips just a whisper away from your throat, close enough that you could feel her cool breath tickle your skin. “Are you afraid?” she whispered, her voice a dark, teasing melody. The dagger slipped from your hand, falling into the soft earth with a muted thud as Ellie’s fingers tightened around your wrist, her grip effortlessly taking away any hope of escape.

Behind you, Abby’s hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, her touch steady but hungry, as if the mere feel of you under her fingers could soothe a gnawing ache. Her gaze held an almost reverent longing, her lips parting as her eyes traced over you. She was reserved, composed, but the raw hunger in her gaze was impossible to miss—a hunger that was barely restrained.

They exchanged a glance over your shoulder, a silent conversation, a wordless agreement that passed between them with predatory ease. Abby’s hand tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, until your back was flush against her chest. The scent of her, dark and intoxicating, filled your senses, making you dizzy. Her other hand found its way to your neck, pressing you gently against her as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the edge of your jaw, her fangs grazing your skin just enough to leave a faint, tingling line.

Ellie’s hands traveled to your hips, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, her gaze darkening as she drank in your nervousness and your unwilling excitement. Her lips parted, and her breath feathered against your skin as she whispered, “We’ve waited so long for this.” Her fingers moved upward, pressing your neck gently, just enough to send another thrill through you, anchoring you in the horror and ecstasy of the moment.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—caught between the two of them, their cold hands and warm breaths overwhelming you. Abby’s hands slid lower, brushing against your stomach, her touch a ghostly caress that left a trail of anticipation. Her yellow-tinged eyes, filled with a dangerous yearning, met Ellie’s own dilated pupils, her gaze gleaming with barely-contained hunger.

Ellie leaned in first, her lips finding the pulse at your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before her fangs grazed your throat. A shiver ran through you as her tongue flicked out, tasting you, savoring the warm rush of your skin. She sucked gently, a mockery of affection, her lips leaving faint marks as if to mark you as hers. Her fangs pierced your skin, sending a sharp, hot pain through you, and you gasped, the sensation both agonizing and oddly euphoric.

As a quiet whine escaped your lips, Abby’s hand cupped your face, turning you toward her, her fingers brushing your cheek with a gentleness that almost felt like love. Her gaze softened just a fraction as she looked down at you, her lips parting in a tender smile, her thumb brushing your lip in a gesture so intimate it left you breathless. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice a soothing lull. She leaned in, her lips finding yours, pressing a kiss so soft, so heartbreakingly gentle, that it left you trembling.

But the kiss only lasted a moment before her hunger overcame her restraint. Abby’s lips left yours, and her fangs pressed against your skin, right where Ellie’s bite had begun to fade. She bit down, harder, less restrained than Ellie, her grip on you unyielding as she drank deeply, each pull sending a wave of weakness through you, mingled with a strange, haunting euphoria.

You could feel them draining you, your heartbeat slowing, your vision blurring, as their hunger claimed you. The pain had softened into something strange, something that mingled with the intensity of their touch, the weight of their gaze, the cool caress of their fingers on your skin. You felt yourself slipping away, and yet, you weren’t afraid anymore.

You were theirs now, bound to them by blood and the dark thrill that pulsed between you.

The pleasure growing from the slightest touches over your pussy only makes the blood sweeter, more addictive.

You lay between them, naturally held by their bodies. Their fangs suck on each side of your neck, Ellies hand rubbing your clit while Abby massages your nipples, her cold arms hugging you still from the stomach. Her elbows almost hit into your ribs.

You whine and cry, not really because of the pain but because of how bad you need them and how ashamed you are for your sins. The pretty necklace on your neck shining- it was blinding at first. Their presence is as good as their touch and the praise of it all. "Please-" Ellie's nails pierce into your clavicle, her fangs deep into your neck, you can feel it's too deep this time by the obscene slurp of it and the warmth of your blood now runing threatening fast down your skin. And you get dizzy, the little light blinding until Abby's hands leave your nipples to go down you pussy, this time beneath the clothes.

You're so wet and she laughs at it, mocks you silently. Her fingers scissor your folds until she thrusts at you with ease. Each of them accompanied by the slap of her hand against your clit. "Look at you.... so sweet for us, baby. Such a good fucking girl." Ellie craddles your face sweetly.

Your blood drips down her own neck, almost matching you. It's truly the sweetest sight one can die to.

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[sinstear]

abby loves light taps. or even light slaps. there’s something about seeing you on your knees, between her wide legs, with your lips wrapped around her strap, strings of spit running down your chin, cheeks hallowed, and her brain always feels fuzzy when her fingers graze your face, only to send a light tap to the side of your cheek, encouraging you to go faster. for a few seconds her blue eyes widen when you’re gagging, worried she’s overstepped, done something you weren’t keen on doing, but when you whimper around her cock, she smirks before tutting and doing it again. “dirty slut, use that pretty mouth of yours and maybe i’ll slap you more, hm?”

or when she’s got you underneath her in her bed, limbs feeling like jelly, hands gripping any inch of her you can grab onto, while one of hers holds your hip,  grip that is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, the other holds your leg over her shoulder and she’s grinding her hips into yours at such a brutal yet delicious pace that has your back arching and toes curling. the sounds tumble from your mouth shamelessly. you’re on cloud nine, abby is too, and she can’t stop the shit eating grin that appears on her face when you’re tapping at the hand she’s got on your hip. “what, baby?” abby rasped out, voice strained and rough.

“need it.” was all you could whine.

“need me to give you a slap, huh? s’that what you want, pretty girl?” she taunted, looking down at you with that devious smirk on her lips. you didn’t offer her a response, just nodded deliriously beneath her, closing your eyes and gasping at each of her thrusts, not caring how loud you were being. “s’not how you ask. ask me.”

your eyes fluttered open at her words, and you whined softly under your breath. nails sinking into the skin on her arm, ignoring the small hiss she lets out. you were too in your own world, the pleasure your girlfriend was giving you had you falling deeper and deeper. “please,” you choked out, “want it.”

realizing you weren’t even focused on her words, abby removed her hand from your hip, ignoring the grunted whine slipping past your lips once she did so, she leaned down more and over you. her eyes trailing over your perky pebbled nipples before reaching up and gripping your chin between her fingers, prodding your lips with her thumb gently, but tutting when you go to wrap your lips around it. “s’not what you want this time, you can have them in your mouth next time.” abby promised, and she growls at the elicit whimper that rips through your throat when her hand slaps lightly at your cheek. wishing she could feel the way your cunt clenches around her cock. “you’re so dirty, hm?” she scoffs, rubbing the skin with her fingers to soothe the sting. “just a dirty little slut.”

“more.”

your eyes were wide as you looked up at her with a lazy smile on your lips, you had caught her off guard for a couple of seconds, not knowing just how much you enjoyed it when she gave you slaps or even the light taps on your cheek. she doesn’t even to do it sexually, but sometimes she gives your cheek a soft pat after she gives you a kiss before she leaves, and doesn’t notice your soft eyes, or feel the way your skin heats up at the action. 

the second slap she gives your cheek is a little harder, but the blood rushes to your head, your skull feels fuzzy, and a choked-out moan falls between your swollen lips. abby simply can’t help but laugh at your rection before pressing a gentle kiss to the skin of your cheek, soothing it as carefully as she could. “you truly are so fucking dirty, my dirty girl. gonna let me do it a few more times before i let you cum?”

how could you say no to that?

[dykeadvocate]

werewolf!ellie x vamp!abby x fem!reader

CW; pussy eating, fingering, blood drinking, blood kink, pain kink, piercing flesh, mentions of fighting, collars, overstimulation, cum eating, subish!ellie, name calling (mutt), slight pet play ig??

A/N; the puppy is literally ellie as a werewolf

discord

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The most difficult times of the month were full moons and blood lusts. Naturally, they had to fall on the same date this month.

“So fuckin’ irritating,” Ellie growled. She was kneeling next to the bed, her hands behind her back and her pink collar wrapped snuggly around her neck. Each time she moved slightly, the bell on the collar rang and made her face heat up in embarrassment.

“Does the mutt ever shut up?” Abby mumbled. She was sat behind you, holding your back to her chest and licking long stripes up your neck causing you to shiver.

She was getting desperate, and that made you want to force her to wait even longer. But denying her meant denying yourself, and you didn’t like the idea of that.

“Don’t call me that!” Ellie snapped.

Abby muffled a laugh against your neck. Her favourite game is riling Ellie up, especially before she transforms. Whenever Ellie and Abby’s events fall on the same date, once Ellie transforms and Abby lets her bloodlust fully take control of her, they fight. It’s a good way for Ellie to get her energy out and for Abby to control herself because apparently, werewolf blood tastes like ‘trash’.

Your thumb swipes against Abby’s lips and her mouth falls open. You trace her fangs, and she hisses softly. Her fangs are always sensitive.

“Are you going to be able to control yourself tonight?” You questioned.

Abby has been alive for centuries and have experienced more blood lusts than years you have lived. She’s learnt to control herself, but sometimes you get nervous.

“Of course,” She whispered, “But if I can’t Ellie is here.”

The bell on Ellie’s collar rung at the mention on her name.

You looked at Ellie. She looked so adorable. Her thighs were covered in slick and there was a puddle of slick on the floor between her thighs. Her sex drive and arousal levels were heightened when it was a full moon, and you fought the urge to tease her for it.

You patted the empty spot between your thighs, “Hop up,”

Ellie eagerly climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself to be laying between thighs and looked up at you with awaiting eyes. Her hair had gotten thicker and eyes larger.

Now, you looked at Abby. Her eyes were locked on your neck.

“Be gentle.” You told her.

She was not gentle. You cried out in pain as she dug her fangs into your neck and her grip around your body tightened. Ellie was quick to react, her lips wrapped around her clit and two fingers pushed into your weeping hole. The pain slightly outweighed the pleasure.

Finally, Abby’s venom entered your blood system. Vampire venom is used for many things, one of them being for sex. The venom causes immense pleasure and forces your brain into a haze.

Abby groaned against you and blood drippled down your neck. Her fingernails dug into your sides, and you whimpered.

“Oh fuck, Ellie.” You moaned and buried your fingers in her hair, tugging her closer.

Everything was overwhelming. You never last long when Abby is drinking from you and Ellie is between your thighs.

Abby pulled her fangs from your neck and licked over the bite. Her saliva heals you faster. You thought she was done drinking, but she dug her fangs back into you.

Ellie’s fingers relentlessly pumped into you, and she bit your clit softly. Her piercing green eyes didn’t leave yours. It was fucking incredible how she fucked you. Your slick was dripping down her wrist and onto the bed, and her face was covered.

Your orgasm unexpectedly hit you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched. Pathetic moans and whimpers left your throat. You tried to push Ellie’s head away from you as you were already overstimulated, but she tightened her grip around you.

Again, Abby pulled her fangs out and licks over the bite. Her grip on you loosened, then tightened again. She was fighting herself.

“Ellie,” She mumbled.

Whatever Ellie had said, it was muffled.

“Ellie,” Abby snapped.

That caused Ellie to pull away from you. Her face and arm were drenched in your slick. 

You wanted to whine and cry about your approaching orgasm being ruined, but you know they couldn’t control it.

Ellie pulled you into a kiss and you moaned into her mouth at the taste of yourself. You both panted as you pulled away.

Abby stood from the bed and that’s when you noticed how close she was to losing control. Her eyes were red, and her face was covered in your blood. Her tongue darted out and licked some of the blood on her lips. She was waiting for Ellie.

You took Ellie’s collar off and gave her a quick kiss. Ellie grinned and stood from the bed, offering her slick-covered fingers to Abby, who denied them. She shrugged and shoved them in her mouth, licking herself clean.

In a blood lust, Abby is always closed off. She was just trying to control herself from going wild on you, so you never took it to heart.

They both left the room, Ellie looking back at you sadly. She preferred to be with you when she transformed. It comforted her.

The venom was still buzzing in your system and your post-orgasm made your brain feel hazy. A yawn left your throat, and you buried yourself under the comforter. It was probably a biohazard to sleep in a blood and cum covered bed, but you didn’t want to move.

You closed your eyes and sighed. They’ll be back once you wake up.

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a/n; if ive used bloodlust in the wrong way...ummm mb

@mystellenia