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Arcane women x Reader: asking them to buy you something.

This smau includes; Mel, Sevika, Caitlyn, Vi, Maddie and Jinx. Gender unspecified Reader, however terms Princess and Doll are used. Other warnings; N/A. I’ve never written smau before, other than those shitty YouTube text stories. So please bear with me if it’s OOC. I hope you enjoy anyway!

[dearbaes]

HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM!

Oh no, Sheriff Anderson, please don’t put me in a headlock…

In no way, shape, or form do I think that modern day policing is something to be supportive of because of the corruption, and horrible things they’re doing to commoners, and everything written here is purely fictional, and for entertainment purposes only. Proceed with caution, and be sure to read all the content tags carefully before reading the final work. Thank you for 1k followers!

content tags ; smut with barely any plot, sheriff!abby, married au, degradation kink, petnames, fingering, very little spanking, orgasm control, roleplaying arrest, strap, handcuffs, strap sucking, strap referred to as her cock, manhandling, throat fucking, she’s so sweet but so mean, squirting, headlock, dacryphilia, overstimulation, little scene of naked cuddles after sex, caring dom!abby, sub!reader ~ 2.1k words

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It started off as a joke because you loved the way your wife pouted whenever you messed around with her after a long hard day of work, and God-knows-what-else she’d been doing all day. You picked the hat off her head only a few minutes before she entered the house.

At first, she didn’t react to it, but when she felt the emptiness over her head, a slow smirk crossed her lips, almost devious in its existence alone.

“Abby—? How was your day? You didn’t answer me—woah!”

Abby suddenly picked you off, lifting you up, strong hands holding you by the waist, “haven’t even gotten inside yet, and you’re already doin’ this,” but she didn’t sound angry…

“Bad day?”

“Mhm…”

You smiled. You knew what that meant.

She was almost always on her feet, whether that be car crashes, drunk driving stops, missing children, domestic disturbances, whatever it was — Abby always made sure that she was on the scene. It wasn’t just because the town was pretty small, it was also because while she did trust her deputies to take charge whenever necessary, she preferred being on the scene herself. It gave her a first-hand view of everything.

It wasn’t even just that, it was because she loved her people and she loved helping people out in general, and her dedication to the job was one of the many reasons you fell in love with her, other than the fact she was also very gentle for someone who was built like a fucking tank. Regardless, she was your sweet wife.

While she did like to chew out some of her people, it’s not because she disliked them or something, it’s just because she preferred keeping authority over other people, especially those who worked under her. For some reason, whenever you could see her being that way, being a little shit to everybody else, it made you feel different on the inside because she always treated you differently.

She always protected you, cherished you, took care of you, and whenever she spoke to you, her voice just softened, almost as if she’s scared of startling you.

It’s not because she thought you were fragile or something — quite the opposite actually. She knew you were very much capable of self-defense. And seeing you beat up some guy who started a bar fight by hitting on you was exactly how she met you, fell in love with you. And now, you both were married, living the best life together.

But even then — you knew Abby had her ups and downs.

A lot of downs actually — being a Sheriff meant she witnessed A LOT, most of the time… those weren’t nice things and you couldn’t help wishing you could make it all better. You couldn’t magically change anything, but you could always… lend a hand to help her take the edge off…

Clothes littered the hallway floors, her hands all over your body as she pinned you down to the mattress, using her weight as leverage to keep you moving under herself.

“You’re soaked.”

Her hand came out from between your thighs, glistening with your arousal.

“I need you, Abby…”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, pushing her fingers past your lips and into your mouth. “That’s Sheriff Anderson for you, sweetheart.”

You felt something in your stomach flip, excitement only making your arousal grow. “Yes, Sheriff Anderson…”

“Good,” she pulled back, one hand unbuckling her belt, “get in position. Face down. Ass up.”

You did exactly as told, pushing your face into the pillows with one cheek pressing the soft pillowcase, slowly pushing your ass out. The cold air of the room teased your presented holes as you held the position, and the sight alone was enough to make Abby’s clit throb with need. The belt clinked free, releasing her pants and she undid her shirt, before crawling in bed, naked alongside you.

“So are you gonna—?”

Before you could finish your sentence, Abby rammed inside two fingers without warning. Her digits pumped steadily with that filthy squelching sound evident. Every time she pulled her fingers out, your pussy walls clung onto them needily.

“Fuck, look at it — so needy, so fuckin’ tight. You want me here all night, don’t’cha’?”

You whined into the pillow and nodded your head. Her hand came down hard on your ass — smack!

“Use your words, sugar.”

“I do, I want you so badly,” you said helplessly pushing yourself back on her fingers to get her deeper, “please, fuck me harder…”

Abby smirked, satisfied with your answer, “what a good little slut for me.”

As her fingers continued moving, they made the most lewd sounds ever. The room was filled with tense silence, and the occasional whimper coming from you, accompanied by the sounds your cunt made around Abby’s thick, calloused fingers. She fingered you in a way that had you squirming already.

“Sheriff Anderson,” you called, voice barely audible as you pressed your face into the pillow, “ohhhhh, fuuuuck…”

Abby curled her fingers. Your body jerked.

“I’m close — I’m gonna cum.”

“No, you’re gonna hold it, sweetheart.”

“W-what?” You turned your head around to look at her, “b-but, why?”

“Because you didn’t ask for permission, my sweet.”

Your pussy clenched around her fingers desperately as if you were pleading with your cunt.

“Please, don’t edge me,” you mumbled into the pillow, “Sheriff Anderson, please, can I cum?”

“Hmmm,” she twisted her fingers and curled, “what do you think, sweetheart?”

“I think I’ve been good…”

“Then cum for me,” she said, kissing the small of your back as her fingers helped you ride out your orgasm. Your body shuddered as the pleasure crashed over you, and rolled out in waves.

Abby wasn’t done. She was far from done.

“Don’t move.”

“Mmm?” You craned your neck around to watch her as she got off the bed.

Years of experience and work had sculpted her muscles onto her body, hard as rock, glimmering with the slightest sheen of sweat under the light of the bedroom — she looked simply divine as she bent to reach for the strap in the drawer full of sex toys you both kept, and a pair of cuffs…

She turned, dangling the cuffs from one finger, “you’re under arrest,” she walked to you slowly, “hands where I can see ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed softly anyways as you let her cuff your hands behind your back, “mmm, is that so, Sheriff?”

“Yes, that is so.”

“Arrested for…?”

“Grand theft… of my heart.”

You tried to hold back the smile that came with red hues on your cheeks.

“You have the right to remain silent,” she continued as she pulled your cuffed hands back almost harshly.

Your eyes widened slightly, a faint moan escaping, “easy there, Sheriff Anderson, I might start thinkin’ you’re into me.”

“Ain’t that a darin’ assumption,” she drawled, guiding the head of the strap to your slit before she pushed it inside.

You gasped as you felt the toy stretch your right cunt around its thick girth while she let the entire length sink inside slowly for you to adjust to it. She held for a second and then started pistoning her hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Sheriff — fuck,” you moaned loudly, “I don’t — I don’t think you’re supposed to exert more force than necessary.”

“Mhm?”

She pulled your hands back using the cuffs, your back arched perfectly hitting that textured spot inside your pussy. You were dripping your love juices everywhere, on the sheets, rolling down in thick gushes down your thighs, and the strap was smeared with it.

“I wouldn’t have to be so rough if you weren’t resisting arrest, doll.”

“B-but, Sheriff—”

“Uh-uh, tell it to the judge,” she slammed herself deeper.

“... Fuck,” you came hard around the strap.

Abby raised a brow, “such a slut, gettin’ off from this,” she eased the strap out, smirking at the mess you had made on the shaft, “turn around.”

You obeyed, coming face to face with her, but she grabbed a good handful of your hair and pushed your face down to the strap.

“Suck it clean, sweetheart.”

Your lips wrapped around the strap as Abby waited patiently, eyes fixed on your knelt form. It filled your mouth up the best way, all eight inches of the strap disappearing all the way in your mouth before hitting the back of your throat — you hesitated, but Abby wasn’t having any of that.

She grabbed the back of your head, your scalp stinging from the sudden grip on your hair, and she pushed your head down on her dick.

You choked around the sudden intrusion, tears already at your eyes but she didn’t pause. She used your throat, fucking herself into your mouth mercilessly. Her grip on your hair was tight, unforgiving as she slammed herself deeper in your mouth.

You gagged around the length, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. She pulled herself free, saliva stringing from the tip.

“Look at me,” she tilted your face up, “that’s right,” she ran her thumb over your bottom lip, “that’s my good little fucktoy. Good for nothin’ but this dick.”

You licked the tip obediently, “Sheriff,” your voice came out hoarse, “please…”

She chuckled, “aw, darlin’. You don’t even know what you’re beggin’ for, do you?”

“... nnno…”

“Lemme take care of that,” she stuffed your mouth full of her strap again, watching as her strap sank deep in your throat again.

Your eyes squeezed close, your throat burnt, more hot tears trickling down your face. You tried your best to breathe every chance you’d get when she pulled herself out just to slam herself back in. Your throat was raw.

But Abby was anything but tired.

She was just getting started.

This was like foreplay to her.

When she finally pulled herself out and slapped the length of the cock against your cheek, you were gasping for air, voice barely making it out of your sore throat.

“Please, have mercy,” your hands struggled a little against the cold cuffs, “I’ll be a good girl.”

“You are being a good girl,” she wiped your tears with one thumb, “be takin’ me so well you’re showin’ me why I shouldn’t throw you in a cold cell, all alone.”

You whined softly, leaning into her touch as she soothingly wiped your tears as if she hadn’t just been fucking you mouth and pussy til they were both sore.

You thought she was giving you a break, but you were so mistaken. Her arm wrapped around your throat almost affectionately, and she yanked you back in a headlock. You gasped for air, choking on your own saliva. Your cuffed hands struggled behind your back making Abby chuckle.

“You know your safe word if you wanna get outta this so badly,” she whispered as she thrusted herself back inside.

Your pussy squeezed around her instantly, welcoming her in as she rammed in you mercilessly. Your eyes rolled back. The pleasure was immediate, your inner walls were sore but still warm and wet.

She used you like you were some object. Like you’re a fuck doll, made solely for her relief.

“There you go, squeeze that dick with your cunt,” she grunted with every thrust.

Her bicep bulged, arm squeezing around your neck. You moaned low in your throat, cumming fast from how sensitive you were.

Creamy discharge dribbled down the length of the cock. Messy. Overstimulated.

“That’s my girl, that’s my good girl — fuck, come on,” she pulled you closer, arm tightening around you, “show me what you got, baby.”

“I can’t… more…”

“You can, just gotta do it f’me, baby.”

The way her voice softened when she said “baby”. You made a small choking sound and your release came in an almost humiliating gush of squirt. Abby watched with amusement before her arm loosened, releasing you from the headlock. You gasped for air, tumbling forwards on the bed so you were laid on your stomach, hands still awkwardly cuffed behind your back.

“That was so good,” Abby turned undid the cuffs, throwing them to the side, “let me see you, sweet thing,” she brought you closer and planted a kiss right on your lips, “you make me so happy.”

You smiled tiredly, “feel any better..?”

She nodded, “lots better than before,” she picked your wrists to examine the marks that the harsh metal cuffs left on your wrists, “we should really get some softer cuffs…”

“No,” you brought them to her lips so she could kiss the marks, “I like the real ones.”

Abby couldn’t hold back the smirk that climbed her lips, “is that right?”

“Mmm…” you climbed onto her lap, laying your head over her shoulder, “as long as you take care of me after.”

“Always,” she kissed the side of your face, “always gonna take care of my wife.”

[coveystrings]

aftercare with vi

art by @/ClaraDeArte

You wished that this moment could last forever.

It sounded like a cliché, a phrase you had heard a thousand times in romantic movies that usually felt too sweet. However, this was the first time you truly felt it with such sincerity.

Your girlfriend placed a tender kiss on your forehead, her hair gently brushing against your face and causing a soft tickle. Your combined breaths, still hurried from the ecstasy of the moment, slowly began to find a calm, synchronized rhythm. You could smell the scent of shared warmth in the air, mixed with the intimacy of the room.

"Are you alright, my love? Do you need anything?" she asked softly.

Her touch against your cheek was incredibly gentle, contrasting with the intensity of just a few minutes prior, when she had made you beg for the strap-on. You closed your eyes and shook your head, simply enjoying her presence. You caressed her knuckles just to reassure yourself that she was truly there.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she praised you. "That's my sweet girl."

With immense tenderness, she began to kiss every part of your face, moving from your cheeks down to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Violet..." you scolded her, playfully pushing her away. "Have some self-control."

"Mmm..." she sighed, burying her face in your chest. "How do you expect me to do that when all of this..." she added, giving you a quick squeeze to your butt "...is mine?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately and ran your fingers through her pink locks, feeling as though you were truly made for each other.

"I cannot wait to make you my wife," she murmured, more to herself than to you, without moving away from your body.

"Wife?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "You will see, it will be the most beautiful proposal in the world."

You let out a soft laugh and wrapped your arms tightly around her.

“Yeah? I want to see you trying”

"You will, my dear," she whispered, her voice heavy with sleep.

There would be plenty of time in the future to daydream about tomorrow. For now, you chose to enjoy the present, while your girlfriend listened to the steady beat of your heart, and you savored the scent of her favorite shampoo in her hair.

a/n: maybe this kinda sucks but i’m having a block rn

[bambiluu]

⊹ . ݁ UNWIND ── .✦ WEREWOLF!VI ˎˊ˗

゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ WEREWOLF!VI ── .✦ "FANTASY" AU // uh-oh! you choose to ignore your girlfriend’s warning of leaving her alone for an entire week, and end up suffering enjoying the consequences of a werewolf in the prime of their rut.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags; fantasy au (modern time/setting, but werewolves exist), breeding kink, p in v, knotting, butch!vi, established relationship, size kink (vi grows to be 7'0''..), belly bulge, mild voyeurism, biting/marking (blood drawn), spitting. MDNI!

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“Don’t come over, please. It’ll only be a week. Don’t get mad at me if I can’t answer your texts.”

Don’t get mad at me, my ass. It’s been four days since Vi, your girlfriend of three years, has left you— again. You know how it goes by now; every six months, Vi shuts herself up in her apartment and doesn’t come out. The fact that she’s a werewolf isn’t really much of an inconvenience, with the exception of how much she sheds, and this.

Is this how you two will work for all eternity? You can live without her for a week, sure, but it’s frustrating. You’ve never seen her in what she calls a rut. At one point, you’ll have to.

“Vi!” You call out her name as you knock on her door. No answer. You even press your ear against the wood, and nothing. Odd. You’d think she’d be growling, or something. “I’m coming in, okay?”

With the spare key, you slip inside the apartment and shut the door behind you. You expected a mess — a dirty kitchen, maybe some torn pillows — but, no. It’s relatively clean, save for a box of protein bars and empty chinese takeout on the counter.

You’re just about done kicking your shoes off by the entrance before the door at the end of the hallway creaks open. That one leads to her bedroom.

“Vi?” Again, you call out her name and hope for an answer. Nothing. You advance forward, guided by the sunlight that still streams in through the windows. “Listen, baby, I know you don’t want me here because you fear you’ll hurt me, but I—”

Ah.

Vi stops under the arch of the hallway. She’s slightly hunched over, and even then, damn near touches the wood above her. She’s stripped down to her boxers and binding tape. That’s not something you haven’t seen before.

The rest of her is.

Not only has she gained over a foot in height, but also what looks like to be at least twenty kilograms of pure muscle in weight. She’s never been one to shave, but the hair — or, fur, rather — at the base of her navel that travels south is much, much thicker. More pink tufts have sprouted along her shoulders. Longer sideburns.

Though Vi has yet to speak, you can still see the outline of the thick and sharp fangs that have grown within her mouth. Her ears, flattened to the sides of her head and pointed. It’s a mystery to how she can even comfortably get off, considering the length and sharpness of those claws.

“I told you not to come,” The words leave Vi in a rasp as she strolls forward. In spite of her new size, she makes little to no sound as she comes to stand before you. Honestly, her size is almost absurd, but you can already imagine yourself under her; squished down onto the bed, hips raised, and her mouth over your throat as she fucks you from behind into the mattress. Will you even be able to take all of her? “And still, you—”

She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence. Vi leans down, splaying one of her broad palms over the small of your back to press you against her frame. Her nose brushes over your throat, and she groans loudly. You don’t know what she’s just caught a whiff of, but it makes her entire spine shudder.

“You’re wet,” Vi states, voice thick. Her other hand travels down your torso, claws catching on the delicate cashmere of your sweater, until she cups you through your jeans. Gods, are her hands big. At least twelve inches, no doubt. Bigger than the length of your fucking skull. You gasp against her ear as the heel of her palm applies pressure against your clothed clit, steadying yourself by grasping onto her broad shoulders. “I won’t be myself in this state. You understand that, right?”

You do.

It’s not hard to see just how much Vi’s pulling herself together here. Her jaw’s clenched so tight it’s a wonder her molars haven’t cracked. There’s tension in her muscles you can feel with every shift under your fingers.

“I do.”

That’s all Vi needs before she’s lifting you up into her arms without so much of a grunt. Her mouth seals over yours just as your thighs hook around her waist, and her lips eagerly part to meet your tongue halfway. She mutters an apology when the tip of your tongue catches on the pointed end of a fang, though eventually moves to feast on your throat instead.

Vi stumbles backwards until she finally makes it into the bedroom, and though at the peak of her rut, is still mindful of how she throws you onto the bed. The bed is what’s a mess.

Piles of pillows against the headboard that follow in a semi-circle along the crumbled sheets. It’s mostly extra blankets that work as a cushion, though you do catch view of an oddly familiar pair of panties you’d lost months ago in the corner.

Vi’s hands land on your hips, snapping you out of your thoughts. A groan vibrates in her throat as she raises your lower half in the air, connecting your clothed cunt with her own hidden, but very evident, arousal. It’s almost painful, considering you’re in your jeans, but Vi makes quick work of them soon enough.

Her claws catch on your thigh from how quickly she rips the denim down your legs, and Vi soothes the sting with a lick and kiss before moving on to your sweater next. She splays her palm over your belly, muttering something you can’t quite catch under her breath.

“What’s with the…?” You trail off with a breath, leaning back against the mound of pillows and blankets. “This.”

“It’s a nest,” Vi answers as she lowers herself, nuzzling her cheek over your neck before her mouth latches onto the skin. You can’t suppress a moan as she nips and suckles the sensitive flesh, and your hands find their natural placement on her head when she pushes your bralette up to expose your breasts into the air. “Instinct, I guess. More comfortable. Good place for future pups.”

“Future what?” You echo.

Vi groans, perhaps at the sound of those words coming from your mouth, and gives a nod. She rips your bralette in half with ease, the fabric giving away under the strength. You want to snap at her for it, but really, the sight of her thick and veiny forearms are awfully distracting.

“Pups,” Vi hums into your skin, briefly lapping at one of your breasts before scooting backwards to work her way down your body. Her hands slide down your sides until they cup your hips once more, and she squeezes until the soft flesh yields between every gap of her fingers. “I’d give you a whole litter. Keep you here, safe and sound…”

You know it’s just her hormones and instincts talking — probably — and choose to indulge her. You’re not completely lost to the anatomy of a werewolf in rut.

"And you'd do that, how? Knotting me?"

Teasing Vi in this state is probably not the smartest move.

Her pointed ears flick once before she rips your panties with both hands. The torn fabric is tossed over her shoulder, and you yelp as she stands on her knees and lifts your entire lower half up. Your feet fall to the sides, leaving your cunt exposed. Much like Vi had guessed earlier, you're already wet, but that's not enough for her.

She lowers her head between your legs and spits over your mound. You shudder with a grunt, feeling as the warm glob rolls past the hood of your clit to run down to your entrance. Vi's gaze doesn't meet yours just yet, and she instead looks from her fingers to your sex. Back, and forth.

A deep whine echoes from her throat as she shakes her head.

"Finger yourself," Vi orders, glancing down at you. Her claws dig into the meat of your hips, drawing some blood. "Work yourself open for me."

"Like this?" You gesture down at yourself with one hand, a huff following suit. It's not the most comfortable of positions for you to touch your damn self.

"Like this."

But you won't argue.

You trail your dominant hand down, reaching over with your middle and ring finger to slide down to your entrance. Vi watches with rapt attention as you lubricate your fingers with the mix of her spit and your slick, and she groans in satisfaction as one of your fingers disappears into your warmth.

Maybe you don’t get as much pleasure from fingering yourself as you would from Vi doing it, but the psychological aspect of being ordered and watched is another different thing. Vi usually speaks filth and praise into your ear when you two fuck, but it seems like she can’t get anything beyond grunts and whines out. Her pupils expand as you add yet another finger, leaving only slim ring of her grey irises visible.

“Add another one,” She rasps, curling her hands tighter around your hips. “You’ll need it.”

You don’t have to look down to know Vi’s not just being cocky about her size. The outline of her dick beneath those boxers is a little intimidating, honestly. She’s fucked you with big straps before, yeah, but she’s never fucked you in this form.

Her hands appear to be twelve inches now.

Lord knows what’s going on down there.

So you do as told, sinking a third digit into your cunt. The stretch aches, but this time, Vi aids by keeping your hips elevated with one hand and raising her free one to suck her thumb into her mouth. Then, she lowers it to rub circles over your clit. You relax around yourself little by little, worked up by your fingers, Vi’s thumb on your clit, and the sound of her desperate little pants the longer you finger yourself for.

You're already feeling that climb. The warmth that begins to pool and curl deep in your belly, the flush that begins to run down to your fingertips, and the itch you're eager to tear to have that orgasm.

But, Vi rips that feeling by pulling her thumb away.

"Fuck you, Vi.." You hiss, dropping your head back onto the mountain of pillows with a groan. You pull your fingers out with a grunt, and before you can wipe them clean on the sheets, Vi does the job by leaning down and taking them into your mouth.

"Hm?" Vi croons, the grin that curls the corners of her lips making the fangs behind them peak out. "Do you want to say that again?"

She doesn't give you much time to answer before she's pushing her boxers down. Vi hisses as her length is freed, pink brows furrowing as it slaps against her stomach. She's painfully hard, the pink head — which goes a bit past her belly button — weeps with pre. There's the knot at the base, not yet swollen to it's full potential, but still there.

But before you can appreciate her bare self, she's rolling you over onto your belly. You raise your head, but Vi's right hand is quick to snap out and press itself flat between your shoulder blades. You're left with no choice but to keep your cheek squished to the sheets, and are just barely able to peek over your shoulder. Her free hand grasps your hip, lifting it so that your spine forms a comfortable arch.

"Look at you," Vi grunts, giving a pat to your hip as a silent order to remain in position. She lets go, if only to grasp herself and align the tip of her cock over your entrance. You breathe out against the bedding as she pushes in barely over an inch, then withdraws. "S'eager for me... I'll have you stuffed full soon enough."

She makes quick on that promise with a swift, smooth roll of her hips forward. A choked whine spills from your lips as she stretches you open, curling your fingers into the sheets to ease every intake of air and relax around her further. But Vi's huge— there's so much of her, and she's yet to sheathe herself inside fully. The hand on your upper back slides down to instead splay over your tummy, fingers spread to press up against the soft flesh just as Vi's hips meet your backside.

She's in, fully and entirely, and you're thankful she's giving you a few seconds to get used to the slight burnt of the stretch. Her fingertips press against the bulge beneath the fat, and you shudder as her breath suddenly ghosts over your neck when Vi bows forward.

"Do you feel that? Feel me?" There's a certain level of mirth in her tone, amplified by the chuckle that follows when you groan as her hips draw back a few inches, then snap back forward just as quickly. "Made to take me, I swear it..."

That's the last Vi says before she begins to fuck you properly.

Every roll of her hips is calculated— firm and rough yet perfectly angled to hit that sweet spot within you. The sheer bulk of her body keeps you pinned beneath her with no ability to move. You can only take, and take, and take, gasping against the sheets as the head of her cock kisses your cervix every so often, and her fingers keep pressing against the bulge her size forms. Saliva drips from her mouth down onto your shoulder, and you choke on your breath slightly as Vi's tongue laps it up.

Her hand over your belly slides down, middle and ring finger reaching over to rub circles on your clit. She matches the speed of her thrusts with every caress against the bud of nerves, and Vi chuckles against your ear when your hips begin to eagerly meet hers. It's overstimulating, almost, given that you're still somewhat sensitive from that denied orgasm from earlier. But Vi cares not.

You can feel that warmth building up all over again— quicker now, with much more intensity. Vi can tell, as she quits alternating the speed of her thrusts and keeps her pace even.

"Can feel— you squeezing me already. Eager for me to fill you, is that it?" Vi grunts against your ear. Her throat's a little drier now, and there's the occasional hiccup between her words; she's close herself, obviously. "I'll stuff you full, baby. Knot you to keep it alllll in there, keep your womb warm and—"

She cuts herself off with a groan, driven by instinct to instead seal her mouth over your right shoulder with a firm bite. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as your orgasm crashes over you, torn between the sweet flush of warmth it brings from head to toe, and the ache and burn her fangs cause by plunging into your flesh. Vi shudders as your blood hits her tongue, and she's quick to soothe the bite with her tongue before focusing on her own pleasure. Her thrusts are a little more clumsy now, quick and rough. She mutters against your shoulder, though given her teeth are still imbedded into your skin, leaves her words intelligible. You're sensitive, yet can still feel your cunt flutter around her cock in spasms to keep her going. It doesn't take long for Vi to meet her own end, and she comes with a deep groan against your shoulder.

Her knot forces its way in, earning a whimper from your throat at the extra and final stretch your walls are forced to accommodate. Vi's cock pulses, releasing thick and warm ropes of her seed into you. None of it leaks, not with the plug her knot acts as, settling deep in your womb— much like she had promised. It's a full minute before she ceases the slow rut of her hips and stills completely, and finally, she releases your shoulder and leans back to sit up on her knees.

It's an uncomfortable position, the one you two will be stuck in for a long while, so Vi settles for at least lowering your hips so that your stomach meets the mattress. Her thumb traces the indents of her teeth, wiping away the blood that still drips.

"We'll be here a while," She states, drawing a deep breath into her lungs before leaning down again. She exhales against your cheek and nuzzles her own over it, causing a slight shiver from you. "So get comfortable."

[littleelzey]

People are eating this UP on twitter so here you guys go too!

[dearbaes]

When you squirm away because it’s getting overwhelming, Sevika pulls you right back and fucks you harder.

She probably has been at this for hours. Her grunts mix with your moans and the bed creaks, almost as if it’s gonna fall apart any moment. Your wrists are cuffed and all you can do is lay there on your back and take her fat strap.

Sevika picked her favourite one for tonight—the big black strap with ridges and bumps that messed with your pussy walls in ways that left you tingly down there even after she was done using your holes. Your cunt drools like a fucking broken faucet. You can’t help how turned on you are.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet and tight. Y’are all mine. All fucking mine and I’ll make sure everyone knows that.”

She slams her hips against yours particularly harder than before making you gasp, making a tiny sound. At first, Sevika thinks she has hurt you, she pauses, eyes filled with momentary fear.

“T-too much, too good…” you whimper as your body squirms away, heels planted into the mattress as you move with everything left in your exhausted body.

Not because you want her to stop. You have your safe word for that. But because sometimes Sevika makes you feel so good there’s no way you can take her without kicking your limbs and moaning her name.

Something about the way you think you can get away makes Sevika chuckle, the sound deep and evil almost.

“You’re goin’ nowhere.” She grabs you by the waist and rams herself back inside, making you arch your back needily.

“Sevika—! Oh! Oh my gosh, yes!”

“Keep screaming, babydoll, and cum.” Sevika’s strap hits your g-spot, abusing it over and over, as she repeats in a breathy voice, “you’re goin’ nowhere.”

[dekodekoyito]

[dearbaes]

thinking about pitfighter jinx & shimmerstrap

Jinx is the kind of pitfighter that uses her small size and agility as a weapon, lean muscles glinting with a hint of sweat as manic giggles escape her. She sounds crazy, but hot at the same time when she fights.

Something about the way she moves, hits and still manages to conjure a shit-eating grin right after… it makes your cunt tingle with need.

Knuckles split, shimmery-pink eyes glowing faintly in the dark, breath falling heavy… yeah, you want to fuck her so bad.

She fucks just like she fights.

She uses positions that always has you cumming within seconds of her starting, and she definitely loves pulling out all the way before slamming herself back to the hilt so hard your cervix feels bruised in the most pleasurable way ever.

Jinx smells faintly of chemicals, something sweet and the tangy smell of blood on her hands after hours of pitfighting.

She definitely doesn’t care to chop her hair even if sometimes it gives her opponent leverage over her, but she can also use it to her advantage to her liking—wrapping them around her opponent and throwing them off balance whenever she wishes to.

The way she’s so efficient with how she moves, how she fights—you can’t help falling for her.

You’re pressed against the wall, back warm against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. You both meant to take a shower but now she has you pinned to the wall, with the shimmerstrap nudging between you both—bulbous head pressing again your tight cunt.

“I want you inside,” you whisper as you stroke her hair to the sight.

Jinx smirks softly and pushes forward, making the strap breach your tightness. It fills you up gradually until all of her inches are buried inside, only then does she start thrusting.

Her small tits jiggle with every thrust, the strap is wrapped so snuggly by your warm, wet walls. The sounds are lewd. It turns her on more, her lips on yours, moving hypnotically. The smell of sex rises in the air, steam filling the small shower room as you both ignore the water from the shower, fucking in the corner instead of getting cleaned.

“Oh! Jinx, I’m—oh, you’re big… so big.”

“I like the look on your face when I slam myself in,” she says, voice throaty and playful at the same time with that rough edge that makes your nipples peak, “your eyes roll back to the back of your head… I like that.”

Your cheeks are deep red as you try to hide your face in her shoulder but she’s not having it.

She pulls your face back, one hand under your chin, “come on. Don’t look away.”

“But this is genuinely so embarrassing…” you say, pouting—it makes her want to drag you over to the bathroom mirror and fuck you right in front of it so you can see yourself getting fucked out of your mind, her cum leaking down your thigh in thick globs.

Yeah, the shimmerstrap was perfect for breeding, and Jinx abuses that power.

When she’s close, she grips you so hard her nails are digging in your skin borderline painfully but the pleasure has engulfed you so much, you don’t even register it. All you do is blabber nonsense as she finally cums inside you—letting her shimmercum drip down your thighs when she pulls you.

“Hold it,” she murmurs softly, almost too affectionately for someone who’s just finished inside you, “I like it when you drip with my cum, but I want you to hold it tonight.”

[iluvemobitches]

JINX FUCKING YOU WITH HER GUN ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Cw- gun play, degradation, short drabble, rough sex

"Look at you, all squirmy and wet for my baby," she purrs, her voice a raspy growl laced with laughter. She's got Pow-Pow in hand—not loaded, thank fuck—but the cold metal barrel presses teasingly against your inner thigh, sliding up under your skirt.

You gasp, thighs parting on instinct as she shoves your panties aside, the gun's tip nudging your slick entrance. "Jinx, please," you whimper, heat flooding your core at the danger of it, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

She grins, teeth flashing like a feral cat. "Beggin' already? Pathetic. But I like it." With a twist of her wrist, she pushes the barrel inside you, slow at first, the unyielding steel stretching your walls with a chill that makes you arch. It's thick, ridged from wear, scraping just right against your sensitive spots as she thrusts it deeper, her free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady.

"Fuck, you're so tight around it," Jinx breathes, her breath hot against your neck as she pumps the gun in and out, the motion slick with your arousal. Wet sounds echo in the dim space, obscene and thrilling, your juices coating the metal. You moan, loud and desperate, fingers digging into her leather jacket as pleasure sparks from the friction.

"Shh, don't wanna alert the Enforcers, do ya?" she teases, but her pace quickens, slamming the barrel harder, twisting it to grind against your g-spot. Your legs shake, clit throbbing untouched, every nerve alight from the forbidden intrusion. "Gonna make you cum on my gun, doll. Show me how much you love bein' my little toy."

Tears prick your eyes from the intensity, hips bucking to meet each thrust, the cool metal warming from your heat. "Jinx—oh god, it's too much," you cry out, voice breaking as the pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.

She laughs, low and wicked, leaning in to bite your earlobe. "Too much? Nah, you're takin' it like a champ. Cum for me, now." One final, brutal shove of the gun's barrel sends you over, your pussy spasming around it, waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You scream her name, body shuddering as she works you through it, unrelenting until you're a trembling mess.

Jinx pulls the gun free with a wet pop, admiring the glistening barrel before licking it clean, eyes locked on yours. "Good girl. My turn next?"

[gomiles4millie]

Sevika definitely has a photo album of all the times she’s fucked you silly.

Whether the apparent photo album consists of a few videos of her rubbing cum into your ass, making sure to put that gawking, desperate hole of yours to good use, Sevika’s a firm believer to not waste her meal—and that includes your cum. She’ll rub it in like sunscreen against your skin, making sure to knead it in realllll good when you whimper against her fingers delving into your hole to collect more.

Sevika always makes sure to snap a photo everytime you’re on the verge of cumming. Anytime you’re begging for more. Anytime you claw onto her, pleading for mercy while her strap gushes into your pussy that relaxes so beautifully against her.

But what you thought was just a digital photo album turned physical.

“Here it is, babydoll.”

The book dropped like a weight had followed it, pushing it down only to surface shame and embarrassment throughout you.

Sevika treated the book like it was a treasure of itself—filled with your pearl only she could clam around. From photo albums stuffed on her phone from all the times she’s made sweet love to you, to printed photos glued to the pages with your own cum itself.

Oh she’s dirty. But she relishes in it.

She slowly flicks through the pages, torturously slow just to tease you, capturing every angle of your pussy you haven’t ever seen before, even up close in a mirror. Sevika wasn’t one for photos—but the second your pussy was in the frame she became professional.

And she had fun with you all the while you squirmed embarrassingly against her.

“Next page, sweetheart.” She’d coo, having you on your knees, body splayed out on the sofa with the photo album beneath your trembling fingers while she watched your pussy drip from behind.

And if you didn’t turn the page fast enough?

She’d spank your pussy until it became sore, watching it pout and shed tears against her thick fingers dancing in the liquids. The poor thing would only gush more of your juices out, oozing like oil from your slick hole trying to engulf her fingers whole, but Sevika never gave in to what you want. She’d only smack your clit harsher, making you jolt against her as a whine escaped your throat.

She’d make you describe the photos in exquisite details.

“My pussy is takin’ your strap so well,” you whimpered out, trying to ignore the way you could feel Sevika’s lips morphing into a smirk from behind. “It felt s’good…with your fingers as well…”

“Ain’t that right babydoll.” And like before, she’d send a harsh backhand to your pussy—watching the folds curl around the impact with cruelty.

@pinkletvelvet, @ylxiru, @megansstrap, @qqueenpprincee, @heretovibe25, @kkadoreme, @chuusbians, @dramaticsk, @morbidorchidfemme, @sani-sunny, @xxbunnieangelicxx,

[stungjinx]

✷ summary: being jinx’s psychologist in the ward definitely comes with some peculiar effects, her attachment being one of them.

✷ tags: power imbalance, doctor reader x patient jinx, clingy!jinx, boundary breaking, dub-con?, sub!jinx, thigh-riding, fingering, manipulation?, psych ward/hospital setting, modern au.

✷ authors note: this fic can definitely be controversial and uncomfortable, so please keep that in mind before reading. obviously, jinx is of age, but the dynamic is still controversial due to the setting and dynamic, just an fyi. of course, i would never support this irl.

“Jinx!” A voice yells from down the hall outside of your office door. “It’s not time for your session yet!” The words cause you to sigh softly, expecting the typical situation. Though, still slightly frustrated by it, as you have only just taken off your jacket after arriving.

You visit this specific hospital three times a week, working with another patient here once a week, and working with Jinx twice a week. Even if she proves to be more demanding than your other clients, you are usually able to keep her calm and collected for a small while until your next visitation.

Receiving calls while you’re off the clock or holed up in another hospital about Jinx’s behaviour with you not monitoring her is certainly not unheard of.

In sessions, you swiftly come to recognise that oftentimes, her outbursts are purposeful to get you running back to take care of her.

Clingy patients are also certainly not unheard of.

It’s only natural since you’re digging into their brain, getting to know them and being one of their only sources of genuine companionship during their time in the hospital. Still, there are still boundaries in place, of course.

Unfortunately for you, Jinx doesn’t necessarily seem to recognise, nor respect, said boundaries.

Frequently, you tend to find her in your office upon your arrival, already cozied up in your chair with her blanket wrapped around her, grinning as you enter as if her unspoken presence isn’t entirely inappropriate.

Unlike today, when you finally got a few short moments of calm for yourself. That was until you hear the nurse outside shouting the girl’s name once again, right before the blue-haired girl pushes open your office door, swiftly placing a spare chair beneath the handle after shutting it behind her.

“Jinx, it’s not time for our session yet.” You state firmly, repeating the woman’s previous words before standing from your desk to make your way over to her, calmly placing a hand near her arm in an attempt of easing her out of the room.

“But, I wanna see you.” She whines, pouting as she begins to cling onto your arm, nudging her face against your shoulder.

You manage to remove the chair from beneath the door handle amidst the girl’s grip, and her frankly weak protests.

Although, once you come face-to-face with the nurse on the other side of the door, who begins profusely apologising before attempting to spur Jinx from your side, you simply glance towards the clock before sighing, declaring that it’s all right, and that you’ll take the girl for her session now.

It’s almost time, anyway.

Naturally, Jinx immediately grinned excitedly at the words, rushing over to your desk to take her seat upon it, eyeing you as you return to your own place.

“Jinx, could you please sit on the chair? That’s what it’s there for.” You suggest politely, motioning towards the seat opposite you.

“I wanna sit on the desk, it’s comfier.”

At that, you have no reply. Simply positioning yourself in your chair once again, unlocking the drawers built into the desk, taking out the patients files whilst the girl begins to fidget with the pens in their holder.

When it comes to your other clients, your boundaries are enforced rather effortlessly, and you’re sure that if another patient did attempt to overstep, you would be able to shut it down and have it remain that way.

Though, with Jinx, it seems to be incredibly difficult to reinforce said boundaries.

At first, it was easier. You were unfamiliar, and she was stubborn in opening herself up to be analysed.

However, the more you visited her, and the more comfortable she felt around you, Jinx became awfully clingy, and whenever you attempted to keep her at a safe distance, she would grow highly irritated and saddened.

Sometimes, whenever you mentioned her attachment, warning her that if she continues to overstep then you would have to put an end to your sessions earlier than expected, she would grow angry, threatening to runaway from the ward, or to cease eating her meals.

Or, she would simply grow deeply saddened by your supposed “rejection,” abruptly leaving your office with a frown and tear-filled eyes, slamming the door behind her before retreating to her room, refusing to come out until you give in, agreeing to retake her as a client.

Generally, you would consider yourself professional, as would others who have worked with you. Only, with Jinx, that professionalism seems fickle.

It’s difficult not to feel guilty for demanding she take a step back once her powder-blue eyes gaze at you, her vision likely blurring from her tears as she sniffles softly.

“Did you do anything fun this week? Go on a date, or something?” Jinx questions casually, smiling whilst lightly nudging your knee with her foot, still positioned atop your desk.

Flipping through her file briefly, you cross your leg over the other, subtly moving her foot away before looking up towards her, gently dismissing her invasive question. “I received a call a few days ago, apparently you were quite agitated. Do you feel okay retelling what happened?”

“Ugh! Do we have to talk about that?” Jinx complains.

“If you’re not feeling up to it, that’s okay-”

“When’s your birthday?” She interrupts. “Has it already gone, or is it soon? I have an idea for a gift.”

“I don’t think that I’ll be working on my birthday.” You state tactfully, attempting to keep ahold of some level of privacy and boundaries.

“No-biggie! I can just give it to you whenever you’re in.” Jinx laughs, evidently finding pride and amusement within her innuendo.

After the comment, you sigh briefly, trying not to grow frustrated. “Jinx, I think that we should move onto another topic. How have you been this week? I heard that you’ve mostly been eating well and engaging in activities, which is good. How have your other days been?”

“Well, if you wanna know what happened so bad…” The girl trails off, intentionally emphasising each word, even after you hadn’t necessarily pressed onto the previous topic. “I had a minor freak-out, ‘cause I had to eat breakfast even when I felt sick. They kept saying I have to stick to my schedule, and I got annoyed.”

“And, this happened on Wednesday?” You question, noting once Jinx nods her head in confirmation, swinging her legs back and forth slightly. “Your sister visits you on Wednesdays, doesn’t she?”

“Mmm… yeah?”

“Did her visitation make you feel any better?” You inquire casually. “I remember during our last session you said that she was bringing in some new clothes for you.”

“Yeah, she did. It went okay.” Jinx informed with a shrug. “But, whenever she hears that something went down, she gets all stern on me like she’s my mom. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Why is that annoying?” A small laugh accompanies your words, an attempt of lightening the environment.

“‘Cause Vi isn’t that much older than me.” Jinx smiles, crossing her legs beneath her. “I don’t need her to treat me like a two year old.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Can we do some drawing, or something?”

“We can.” You begin cautiously. “Though, I would like you to sit in your seat while we do it, please.”

In reply, Jinx sighs heavily, but still, she moves from your desk to take her place in the chair.

“There.” The blue-haired girl deadpans, briefly acknowledging your “thank you,” before watching as you place the colouring books and pens atop the table. “Can I use the pink pen first, please?”

“Sure, you can.”

⋆⋆⋆

Three days later upon your return to the hospital for Jinx’s second session of the week, instead of her welcoming your arrival within your office, she decided to run up towards you in the hallway.

“Hey!” She greets happily, immediately clinging onto your arm, walking alongside you to your office. “I just finished breakfast. We had croissants and fruit.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.” You acknowledge politely, nodding softly with a smile, slowly beginning to remove your jacket, a succeeding attempt of subtly spurring the girl into withdrawing momentarily.

“It was okay. Would be even better with an energy drink, though. I miss those.” The blue-haired girl expresses. “Might get Vi to smuggle one in for me.”

At that, you shoot her a pointed look with a shake of your head, to which she simply laughs, skipping slightly as you arrive outside of your door.

“So, you’re having a good morning?” You question lightly whilst walking into the room, pleased by her seemingly joyful mood.

“Yeah.” Jinx replies before taking a seat in the patient chair, thankfully. “Even better now that you’re here.”

You decided not to place too much attention on that statement, simply offering a light hum and a smile thrown over your shoulder while hanging up your jacket, before taking your seat opposite her.

“Okay…” You mutter quietly, situating yourself comfortably as you instinctively take out her patient file. “How have you been since our last session?”

“Fine.” The girl shrugs, bringing her knees up to her chest to rest her arms on top of them. “Not much has happened. Just the usual boring stuff, I guess.”

“Well, it’s good that things are okay. Would you like to do an activity today?”

“Can we draw again? I didn’t finish mine last time.”

“Of course we can.” You state, grabbing the pens and colouring books once again, placing them atop the desk.

Today was a rather important session, and if all goes well, Jinx won’t leave feeling dejected after you explain that this will be one of your last sessions together.

All you can do is attempt to keep her calm throughout. Hence, the colouring books.

Of course, this isn’t abrupt. From the beginning, there has been a schedule for each session, and when the sessions will inevitably discontinue.

Still, the girl grew attached, and even with her knowledge on when the last session will take place, it’s doubtful that she will take it completely well.

After a short while of chatting to Jinx about her medications and general mood as of late, observing her continued relaxed state, you managed to sum up the confidence to utter your next words.

“So, I actually wanted to discuss something with you today.” Throughout your statement, you continued to calmly colour in the fine lines printed across the page before you.

“Really?”

Glancing up for a moment, you notice Jinx, staring at you with an exhilarated expression, happiness and a certain level of relief coating her tone and features.

“Yes.” You confirm, hiding your slight discomfort over her reaction. It’s likely that she’s assuming you’re about to unveil something intimate about your life.

Truly, the sight of her hope does sadden you somewhat.

“Like the plan has always stated,” You begin softly, resuming to your colouring. “Our sessions are coming to an end, we have three more left after this one.”

Jinx has no reply for that, at-least not one that she deems worth mentioning. She simply remains silent, staring wide-eyed as you continue.

“I feel comfortable ending our sessions soon enough, and have trust that you’ll learn how to move forward rather quickly. I’ve really enjoyed our work together, Jinx. I hope you have, too.” You smile, attempting to remain a light tone and expression, not wanting to unnerve her with serious formality. “This isn’t a sad thing. You’ve mentioned the people around you who seem to truly care for you, and I have confidence that they will be there to help and offer support whenever you need it.”

“You’re leaving?” The girl questions with a frown after a few moments, dismissing your words as she drops her pen onto the desk before placing her hands onto her lap, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Not right now. We still have a couple of sessions left to nicely wrap things up.” You attempt to soothe. “After our sessions end, you might also see me around the hospital sometimes, tending to others. I won’t be gone completely, not for a while.”

“Who am I gonna talk to?” Jinx asks suddenly, her panic beginning to show.

“Well, you have your sister, friends from home who may visit you, as-well as friends around the ward, the nurses, and if necessary in the future, perhaps another psychologist, which I am sure you’ll get along just fine with.”

“Why are the sessions ending?” She questions in irritation. “Did you tell them you didn’t want to talk to me anymore?”

Taking a breath, you pause for a moment, not wishing for the situation to escalate. “Jinx… we discussed this a few months ago, do you remember? This was always a stable plan. There are typically time limits in place for how long one psychologist works with a patient.”

Upon the calm explanation, Jinx’s annoyance seems to dim, but only into apparent sadness as she diverts her gaze down towards the floor, picking at her nails beneath the desk.

Suddenly, she’s standing from her chair, rushing over towards you to take a seat upon your lap, firmly clinging onto you while hiding her face against your shoulder.

Clearly, she is upset due to your time together gradually coming to an end, and so, instead of gently removing her hold, you place a faint hand against her back, comforting her somewhat.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Listening to her mumbled words against your shoulder, you purse your lips slightly. “We have three more sessions left, Jinx. That’s enough time to wrap things up nicely. And if you want to, you can decide which activities we do during our next sessions.”

For a short while, the blue-haired girl simply remains still, softly breathing whilst continuing to cling onto you.

Until, a small action, so slight it almost went unnoticeable, occurred to you.

Jinx, slowly beginning to rock her hips down against your thigh.

Initially, you dismissed it, assuming, or rather hoping, that the girl was simply adjusting her position for comfort reasons. So, you said nothing, only continued to trail your hand over her back.

Though, the movements continued, slowly growing more intentional.

“Jinx, would you mind returning to your seat?” You suggest carefully, maintaining politeness as you pat her back lightly to get her attention.

Unfortunately, the girl doesn’t comply. Simply whining in protest before clinging onto you tighter, still resting atop your thigh.

She continues to grind down against you, growing more confident once you make no other actions of spurring her away.

Still, your nervousness is very much present, heart pattering beneath your chest.

However, what gets to you the most, is the pulsation between your thighs, striking shame within you.

Extremely slightly, you can feel a subtle wetness against your thigh from Jinx’s cunt, clearly drooling from her risky behaviour.

The blue-haired girl allows some soft gasps and whimpers to escape past her lips right beside your ear, as if purposefully attempting to seduce you into cooperation.

“Jinx…”

“It’s fine.” She pants breathlessly, dismissing the warning. “Just let me have this, please.” The girl begs, right before pressing her nose against your neck, heavily inhaling your scent. “You smell really good…”

“It’s not right.” You state weakly, her movements continuing firmly against you.

“I won’t tell anybody.” Jinx claims gently, lightly biting onto the side of your ear playfully before tucking her head against your shoulder yet again. “Not even after you leave. Please… just let me.”

After her words, she gently takes ahold of your hand, bringing it closer towards her to place against her hip, silently encouraging you to guide her whilst she keeps your clutch in place, beginning to work on removing her own shirt.

Once Jinx showcases her bare chest, moving her braids out of the way before leaning back slightly to give you the full view, she smiles as she observes you eyeing her tits, along with the blue tattoos trailing down her side.

As she returns to clinging onto you, chest now pressed against you while continuing to grind her hips down, you can barely get a grip on your own thoughts.

This should be stopped. You know that. Frankly, the bond between the two have you never should have been enabled to the point where Jinx would ever feel confident enough to do something like this.

Alas, the past cannot be changed.

But, the future can be.

And even with that passing thought, you still do not object to her behaviour. Instead, you carefully trail your hand over her side and chest, causing the girl to shiver as she bites her lip, holding back a whine before you slip your hand down the front of her pants.

Jinx gasps in surprise once you make contact with her slickness through her underwear, nodding her head eagerly as you play with her clit through the material.

When you eventually move your hand into her panties, touching her directly, the blue-haired girl can scarcely contain herself.

“Fuck- that feels really good.” She whines, grinding against your fingers as they enter inside of her, rather effortlessly due to her evident arousal.

Vaguely, amidst her gasps and moans, you can hear the sound of your fingers moving amongst her wetness, which spurs you into trailing your tongue across her breast, taking a hardened nipple into your mouth as you continue to work on her.

Jinx only grows wetter and wetter between her legs, her pants soaking through as she lightly bounces on your fingers, resting her arms over your shoulders while facing you, eyes half-lidded due to her aroused state.

Wearily, after a moment of consideration, the girl begins to lower one of her hands, brushing over your shirt before trailing down towards your thighs, grinning once you open your legs instinctively.

“It feels so much better when you do it. I could never reach that one spot.” Jinx informs sultrily, admiring you as you allow her to rub your cunt through your pants.

Shutting your eyes tightly against the shame, you attempt not to let her words affect you. Though, your pussy seems to have other plans as the warmth within your stomach continues to inevitably grow.

As Jinx’s whimpers of pleasure pick up into moans, she abruptly presses her lips against yours as she comes undone around your fingers, whining into the kiss while she squirms.

Her proximity is swift to tip you over the edge, and as you squeeze your thighs together around her hand while humming in gratification, she smiles proudly into the kiss.

After a few moments of revelling in the pleasure, Jinx pulls back slightly, only to rest the side of her face against your shoulder, gazing up towards you with a tired grin.

Your thoughts begin to spiral, shame, humiliation, fear, and a wrongful relief all mixing into one, presenting in the form of flushed cheeks and flitting eyes whilst scanning the room, eyeing the door.

“I won’t tell, promise.” Jinx mutters, smile widening as you move your nervous, shocked stare towards her. “Especially if you make me come again.”

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[caitlyn-kiramman-daily]

[requiemdesreves]

BROOKLYN BABY

Everyone outside the hotel thinks they know you. They know the stage persona, the voice, the eyeliner, the way you destroy yourself on stage night after night. But only Vi knows what happens after the lights go out—how your hands shake after concerts, how exhausted you really are, how badly you need someone to hold you together before you completely fall apart.

tags: explicit sexual content (18+), rockstar au, singer!reader, guitarist!Vi, tribbing, pussy grinding, clit stimulation, nipple play, biting, spitting, finger sucking, weed smoking, praise and teasing, emotional intimacy, soft dom Vi.

The bathroom in your hotel room smells like weed, steam, and your shampoo. The hot water runs down your body like punishment, barely any pressure behind it, but you’re grateful for every drop anyway because tonight’s show was a slaughterhouse, too many people, too much noise, too much of everything. The microphone still vibrates in your hands even though it’s been two hours since you walked offstage, your throat feels scraped raw from screaming down to your guts, your makeup running because you couldn’t even bother taking it off before the shower, and your thighs ache from jumping under the stage lights. Nobody prepared you for this, for this animal devotion, the roar, the pressure of being the band’s singer, of making every show more epic than the last even while you’re falling apart inside. Outside the hotel there are probably another hundred, another thousand fans, all convinced you’re some untouchable goddess and not a wreck of a human being who hasn’t slept properly in six months.

The only thing you have is Vi. Vi, with her razor-cut hair dyed by you, tattooed arms and easy laugh, waiting for you in bed like you’re the center of gravity of the whole fucking universe. She’s completely naked, legs spread, with that hungry look she never loses. There’s a joint between her teeth and she watches you, impatient and amused, while you walk out of the bathroom, barely drying yourself off, naked all the way to the bed where she’s already turned the lights off. Without saying anything, you throw yourself on top of her, crush her under your wet body, and she takes you in laughing, kissing you slow enough that it feels like slow motion. Vi holds the back of your neck, plays with your lips while her hands slide down your back to your ass, squeezing you and pulling you higher against her.

“You know what killed me today?” Vi asks, pulling back from the kiss, voice rough from cigarettes and screaming.

“What?”

“When you hit that high note a few hours ago. I thought your throat was gonna split in half.”

“I almost threw up,” you answer with a laugh, pressing your forehead to hers. “How’s your hand holding up?”

Vi lifts it, flexing her knuckles, all bruised and dry-skinned from the chords. “It’ll fall off on its own eventually. I’m letting it.”

You kiss her hand and look back up at her eyes, not before stopping at her lips first, of course. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t stop you. Vi is always willing when it comes to you, no matter how crazy or ridiculously romantic it is. Taking advantage of that, you keep kissing lower, tracing a path to her middle finger, sucking it gently. Vi sighs at the heat of your mouth, your tongue around her finger, and decides to push her ring finger in too, grabbing your chin so she can talk.

“You know there’s an afterparty, right?” she says quietly, pulling her fingers from your mouth even though she doesn’t want to, just to hear your answer.

You nod. “I don’t give a shit about the afterparty,” you admit. To you, one more party or one less never meant much anyway. It’s all the same in the end. “I’m good here.”

“You sure you’d rather have this than a party with music, food, alcohol?” she asks in that low, dirty voice.

“Mm.” You murmur against her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, soft and lazy, teasing her with a small bite that makes her grab the back of your neck. “You’re better than all that, Violet.”

Vi laughs, flips you over in one sharp movement and leaves you underneath her, her thigh wedged between yours. She leans down, kneading your tits, staring at them like they’re something precious, or like she likes to call them, “her stress balls.” She licks one nipple hungrily, moaning before you even do, enjoying this as much as you, maybe more. Vi takes her time, sucking each nipple one by one, biting right at the edge of pain. She talks with her mouth still against your skin.

“We could be on a yacht right now,” she says, “But you want a stiff bed and hotel sex.”

You pull her hair back and stare into her dark, burning blue eyes.

“You can leave if you want,” you reply, pretending not to care while partly daring her to do it. With a glance, you point at the faint smoke still rising from the joint she abandoned on the nightstand. “Give it to me.”

Vi brings it to her mouth, takes a long drag, then parts your lips with her thumb and blows the smoke into your throat while kissing you. You choke a little, the burn sliding down your chest, your mind starting to float while your hands move on their own, desperate, touching Vi’s body like she’s liquid, like every inch of her skin is charged with static electricity.

Vi lowers her hand to your cunt, just playing, like she could torture you mercilessly all night long. Her finger gets bolder, stroking between your lips where she finds wetness. She laughs under her breath.

“You’re sick,” she mocks. “Concerts turn you on?”

“You turn me on, idiot.”

Now it’s your turn. You slip your hand between her legs and rub her clit with practiced rhythm, pressing slow circles, feeling the heat build while Vi curves toward you, mouth at your ear, breathing hard.

“Come on, doll, I know you love making me cum. Do it,” she begs, and the fragility in her voice catches you off guard.

You answer with the same touch, picking up the pace without going too fast, searching for the exact spot that makes her shake. Vi kisses your cheek, your neck, your shoulders, biting everything she can until you feel marked and feral. Before letting her enjoy your fingers too much, you switch positions, climbing on top of her, pressing your pelvis against hers until your cunts line up, heat and slick mixing together, your clits searching for each other.

It’s slow at first, just brushing, grinding, feeling the pulse of your bodies and the sway of your hips, sticky skin sliding together, slick overflowing between your thighs. Vi guides you with her hands on your waist, tattoos shining under the dim light, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmurs against your neck, already lost in the feeling of you against her. “So good, so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Vi forces you to grind harder, to crush yourself against her like you could eat her whole.

“Fuck, Violet.”

“Ah, there it is,” she teases quietly, breath brushing your skin. “That little voice. I like that one.”

You bite her shoulder just to shut her up for a second, but she only laughs against your neck, completely entertained by you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“Then stop making such pretty sounds.”

There’s no sound except your bodies slamming together, Vi’s muffled moans, your ragged breathing, the dull thud of your heads against the headboard, hot crushed tits and the smell of sex filling the whole room. Your mind goes blank, only movement and hunger exist, the need to grind her down until she surrenders, until she cums first.

But Vi is stubborn. She holds on like a champion. So you take control, hook her legs over your shoulders, spread her wide and line your cunt up with hers higher, closer. Then you start grinding again, slower this time, your clits rubbing together, swollen pussy lips slick and hot, heat climbing like a fever.

You look down at her, your pace slowing more and more, like you want to feel every tiny tremor running through her body. Vi’s cheeks are flushed, lips shiny and swollen from all the kissing, and she’s still smiling at you in that insolent way that melts you.

“What?” she murmurs, still rubbing against you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You don’t answer right away. You just brush a strand of hair stuck to her forehead aside and run your thumb over her bottom lip, soft, almost tender.

“Open your mouth, my love.”

Vi does it without questioning you, staring up at you, trusting, like she’d let you do anything to her as long as it was you. The gesture is slow, intimate, more vulnerable than anyone would ever expect from her. And when your spit falls onto her tongue, slow and warm, Vi lets out a quiet sound that tightens something in your chest more than between your legs. Her fingers sink into your thighs as she swallows without looking away.

“Again,” she whispers, rough and needy. “Please.”

The way she asks makes you kiss her before answering. Your mouths crash together wet and messy, sharing breath and taste without caring about anything else. There’s no disgust, no shame, just hunger and affection tangled together in a way that can’t be separated.

Vi cups your face while you keep grinding together, slow but desperate at the same time. Every kiss feels like she wants to swallow your moans, your soft laughs, even the air from your lungs.

You’re close, too close, orgasm bubbling low in your stomach, but you refuse to cum before she does. Vi looks wrecked, mouth open, begging for more, repeating “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” so you keep going, grinding your cunts together until suddenly her body arches and she cries out, rough and animal, pure pleasure. Heat explodes between you, soaking everything, and only then do you let go too, your legs shaking while your body collapses onto hers.

You stay there for a moment, breathless. Vi strokes your hair, your cheek, kisses your eyelids.

“Now it actually feels like we had a party.”

“We’re disgusting,” you say, but you’re laughing.

“Does that bother you?” she asks, with a hint of vulnerability.

“The opposite.” You kiss her cheek, her forehead, her mouth. “I want you exactly like this. With everything you come with.”

“You wanna skip rehearsal tomorrow?” she asks, grinning with that wicked spark in her eyes. “Stay here all day, fuck and write songs.”

“Otherwise what the fuck are we rockstars for?” you say, kissing her, and inside that kiss, it feels like the whole world fits.

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[iwachansarm]

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[lonerslug]

18+ . bestfriend!sevika x reader . smut . kinda short . eye contact kink . oral sex . bestfriends to lovers . request based on this ask

"no way she actually said that to her," sevika snorts, shaking her head. her short dark hair is messy from running her fingers through it all night. "your friends are unhinged, kid."

you and sevika sit cross-legged on your mattress, pillows shoved behind your backs, the glow from your phone screen lighting up both your faces as she scrolls through the latest drama from your group chat.

you roll your eyes but grin anyway, tossing a pillow at her thigh. "says the woman who punched a guy just over a parking spot!"

sevika catches the pillow easily, smirking. her tank top clings to her chest, and you try not to stare too long at the way her biceps flex when she shifts... and those jiggle physics lol.

"alright, it's my turn now," she setting the pillow aside. her voice drops a little lower, still casual but with that edge she gets when she's about to push. "be honest, and real honest. you ever touch yourself thinking 'bout me?"

the question lands like a spark on dry grass. you blink at her, then roll your eyes hard, cheeks burning hot. "seriously? that's the question you're going with? you literally could go with any other question but you chose this.. this.." you trail off as sevika just watches you, one eyebrow raised, waiting. she doesn't laugh it off or change the subject. she just sits there, patient and cocky and definitely knows the answer based on your reaction.

you look away, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "fuck off, sev."

"cmon," she presses, voice smooth and teasing. "we've been best friends for years. you can tell me anything." her tone is light but there's heat underneath it "...or are you too much of a stubborn brat to admit it?"

you huff, refusing to meet her eyes. she asks again, softer this time, and again until the silence stretches and your resistance cracks. finally you mutter, barely above a whisper, "yeah. sometimes. happy now?"

sevika's smirk widens, and oh she grins, but inside her chest is doing somersaults. she's had a crush on you for months, hell, longer -- and hearing you say it out loud makes her pulse race. she leans in a little closer, voice dropping into that flirty drawl she saves for when she wants to get under your skin. "thought so. betcha get reaal wet doing it too huh? picturing these hands on you?" she puts her hands on your waist.

you squirm, trying to hide how turned on you already are. sevika's eyes are dark, locked on you, and she notices the way you keep glancing away. she reaches out, gentle but firm, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "eyes on me, sweetheart. none of that looking away shit."

your breath catches. she's older, bigger, stronger, but there’s nothing rough about the way she holds your gaze -- only that steady, soft dominance that makes you want to melt and fight it at the same time.

"sev…" you start, but she’s already moving, shifting so she’s kneeling between your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs. her hands slide up your thighs, pushing your shorts aside with easy confidence. "been wanting to do this for a while," she murmurs voice husky. she hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, exposing you to the cool air and her hungry stare.

you're already slick. so freaking wet, and she notices. her grin turns wicked. "oh sweetheart. look at that, all this just from admitting you finger yourself to me?" she spreads your thighs wider, settling in like she belongs there. her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with one slow deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. "keep those pretty eyes on me while i eat this pussy."

sevika doesn't rush. she takes her time, licking broad stripes up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. everytime your gaze starts to drift she stops, nipping at your inner thigh. "eyes. here." her voice vibrates against you, and you force yourself to watch as she devours you. tongue working in firm, wet strokes, nose brushing your mound.

she slips two thick fingers into her mouth first, sucking them slow and obscene, getting them nice and wet with her saliva while she holds eye contact. then she slides them inside you, curling just right as her tongue keeps working your clit. the stretch feels perfect, her fingers thick and skilled, pumping in a steady rhythm that has you gasping.

"fuck sev!!" you whine, one hand fisting and punching the sheets while the other pulls her hair. she hums in approval despite the pain on her scalp, the sound sending vibrations through your core. her free hand grips your hip, holding you down when you try to grind against her face.

sevika pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "gon' write my name right here," she says, tapping your clit with her tongue. "so ya remember who this pussy belongs to."

she dives back in, tongue tracing the letters of her name across your swollen folds. slow, deliberate strokes spelling out s-e-v-i-k-a♡ against your sensitive skin. each letter makes you shudder, the wet heat of her mouth driving you higher. she doesn’t stop until she’s finished with that stupid heart, then seals her lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers curling deeper inside you.

your orgasm hits hard, thighs trembling around her head as you moan her name loudly. sevika works you through it, licking softly now, easing off only when your hips stop twitching. she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another to your mound, before crawling up to pull you against her breasts.

"there’s my girl," she murmurs, voice soft and full of praise. her big arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back in slow circles. "did s'good for me. so fuckin' pretty when you come." she kisses your forehead, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach. "you okay? need water? blanket?"

you nod against her, still catching your breath, and she chuckles low in her throat. "bratty little thing. betcha gonna be even more stubborn next time just to get me to do that again."

[ruin333r]

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