“I’m sorry I came without permission, I just couldn’t take it anymore” sub and “It’s okay sweetie now I’m just going to have to fuck your cute little cunt and milk every last drop of cum out of you until all you can do is twitch and squeak” dom
(i sense u behind ur screen like the four seasons orlando baby)
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preface - I’m only doing half of the days (I’m in uni full time all month, so many assignments).
All of these will be E!receiving
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Kinktober Masterlist
Day 1 ~ Orgasm Control + Edging
Day 2 ~ Cumming Untouched
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Day 5 ~ Dacryphilia + Overstimulation
Day 6 ~ Outdoor sex + Intoxication
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Day 10 ~ Somnophilia
Day 11 ~ Cum-licking + hand cuffs
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Day 14 ~ Choking
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Day 16 ~ Exhabitionism + Remote Control
Day 17 ~ Messy Sex
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Day 22 ~ Quiet Sex
Day 23 ~ Biting + Praise Kink
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Day 25 ~ Double Penetration (I’m lesbifying this term and using a double-ended dildo)
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Day 28 ~ Masturbation (subbing prompt from day 1)
Day 29 ~ Body Worship (her hands, arms & abs, yum) + Temporary Marks
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Day 31 ~ Writer’s Choice - Tribbing
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side note - i know ‘come/coming’ is the grammatically correct way to write it, i just hate how it looks, feels kinda sterile to me. i’ll be using cum/cumming in my writing, not in ignorance, but by choice. i do not fear the grammar police, i am sexually liberated
✩ warnings: top!receiving!sevika x bottom!giving!reader, cowboy sevika riding/fucking ur face, she kinda has a big clit in this, little bit mean sev, mm that’s ab it! porn with not a lot of plot :p
✩ word count: 1k
you always watched Sevika and how she rode her horses. with precision, dominance, little bit of roughness. specifically, you focused on her hips. how they bucked forward with each movement, thighs clenching around the animal.
you did always wonder how that would feel like—being the one underneath her rocking hips, smothered between her bulky thighs.
being the one to let her ride your face.
the day you built up enough courage to ask, she let out a dry laugh, completely thinking this was just one of your perverted little comments. It was your dead serious expression that gave away the complete opposite—you meant every word.
“Well, uh… Alright then, peach.” Sevika started, peering down at you and your desperate puppy face, hands on her round hips. “Let’s see if you can handle all this. Yeah?”
fuck, you were already in heaven. melting into the sheets like hot honey from the mere sight. Sevika straddled your face with her thick, plush thighs, hovering her drooling cunt over you, letting it drip against your face. she toyed with herself, taking her pointer and middle finger and sliding them between her bulging clit, groaning at the feeling of her arousal sliding out of her and onto your pathetically pouty lips.
“What do you want, baby doll, huh?” she’d tease, spreading herself open, light pink bud on full display. “Gotta use ‘em words.”
you let out an exasperated groan at the sight, hands gripping onto the fat of her thighs, fingers digging into her skin. “Sit on my face, please.” you spoke with no hesitation. “Ride me—U-Use my mouth. Please?”
Sevika could never deny you, your pleads were one of her weaknesses, and you’d use them to get your way often. your mouth watered as she inched closer, slowly, but surely. you could smell her tangy musk from a long day’s work outside (you’d totally begged her not to shower before—you little freak), making a drool tear run down the side of your cheek.
“Alright, alright. Open wide, baby.”
and so you did. your jaw dropped, tongue lapped out and panting like a dog waiting for its treat.
“Make room for—” you cut her sentence short by suddenly pushing her forward, greedily catching her swollen clit in your mouth, her eyes rolling back in complete ecstasy. “M-Mama—fu-uck, G-God—”
were you going to pay for that later? most definitely. did you give a fuck? nope, not one. Sevika thrusted forward, forcing your head back down, putting all her weight down as she began to fuck your face. her thighs were pressed up against your cheeks, squeezing tightly as she free used your mouth.
“Impatient lil’ slut… This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
you couldn’t have nodded more eagerly, tongue too busy working on her bud to respond. you were getting crushed—completely suffocated by the muscular woman as you struggled to take a breath, looking up at her with glistening, awe struck eyes. this is exactly where you wanted to be, pleasantly dizzy and drunk off Sevika. your eyes followed her happy trail up, past her flexed abs, gaze stuck on her tits. they were bouncing up and down against her bucking hips, brown nipples hardened and poked out, lips cracked open as she let out hoarse moans and grunts.
your hands wandered up the back of her thighs, gripping onto her tight ass, pressing her deeper into you. she was damn near throat fucking you, licking her from sopping hole to clit, occasionally choking on her meaty pussy as it filled up your mouth. the room was steeped with the vulgar noises of her sticky, wet shlick against your plump lips, whiny muffled moans vibrating against her skin.
“That’s it, darlin’. Nnghh! You j-just—lay there ‘n look pretty, take every last bit of me.” Sevika managed between gutturally raw moans, her rocking hips making the bed squeak. she could feel you in her core, hot, blissful, pleasure taking over her body.
your muted sounds were damn near pornographic, needy slut sounding like you were stuffed to the brim by nothing but her. she knew you were probably drenched, puffy pussy throbbing and aching from her fucking into your mouth. you had mascara stained tears running down your face, jaw soaked with the perfect mixture of spit and arousal, letting out little exaggerated ‘mm, mm, mm’s!’ with each shove of her enlarged clit into you.
she wasn’t just using your mouth, she was using your whole goddamn face. she’d rut against you, bud poking your nose as her slick hole pulsated against your hot tongue, pressing it into her heat. she tasted salty, a little twang stuck between her folds from the sweaty summer heat—yet you moaned into it and devoured her pussy like it was the best meal you’d ever had.
as her hips rolled back, you caught her cunt lips in your mouth, latching onto them as you held her still. your tongue sloppily trailed against her entire pussy. hole, lips, clit. repeat. sevika’s body trembled, shallow breaths shuddering in and out quickly, moans embarrassingly growing in higher pitch and sound. you obscenely loudly suckled on her, head moving up and down as her thighs clenched against your cheeks.
“Ahh, yeah—mmh! Yeah, just like that! Gonna fuckin’ c-cum all in that pretty lil’ mouth of yours—!”
Sevika’s back arched like the string of a bow, sweat dripping down her forehead as her climax washed over her body like a tidal wave. her whole body jerked with each flick of your tongue, clit twitching with overwhelming pleasure, making strangled and lewd noises you’d never heard come out of her mouth before.
her cum was scolding hot, pearly white substance shamelessly spilling into your mouth with each continuous, rough grind of her hips, making you grip so hard around her you completely clawed up her thighs.
“Swallow.” she ordered, ignoring your little leg kicks and whimpers. you gagged as you garbled it all down, throat bobbing as her thick juices coated it white.
once she finally lifted off you, a string of your drool and her cum clung onto your lips, heavily breathing as you fluttered your lashes at the towering woman with glassy eyes. “T-Thank you, Sev.”
Sevika tutted, a toothy, smug smirk curling up on her lips. “Ain’t got nothin’ to be thanking me for yet, honey.” her thumb ran across your lips, cutting the string as she messily wiped you clean.
Sub!Abby calls you mommy,I don't care what anyone says
Just imagine:
You're fucking Abby with your strap,your thumb rubbing her clit while you fuck her with a ruthless pace.She already came two or three times by this point.She's whining and whimpering,calling your name in between moans."I'm gonna cum..mommy I'm gonna cum" the word 'mommy' slips from her mouth.That turned you on even more so you start rubbing her clit faster."cum for mommy" you whisper into her ear and like on command,she's cums and she cums hard
a/n: Vi brain rot hit hard and all of a sudden i felt like writing a blurb :) anyhoo this isn’t proofread or anything so yeah please don’t tell me if you hate it
sub!Vi supremacy
“Violet.” The coo of her name—her full name, sends shivers down her spine. Not that it would make much of a difference with how much she was already shaking. Vi opens her mouth to answer your teasing remarks, but as her lips wobble, only a small, breathy whine fights past. “ffuckk—fuckkk” Baby blue eyes glaze over with each time you addictively circle her clit with the same purple dildo you use on yourself. You’re sloppily fucking her stupid with your own dildo. What a power trip. “Baby—please it’s so—so much.” Violet slurs out cutely, her bottom lip is bitten and shining with how much she’s been drooling.
Her pussy is greedy, taking your torturously fast pace in stride. Every time you near the tip of the dildo Violet whimpers, Abs flexing as she clenches around it, until it’s settled back inside her. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” You tease, but you’re almost forgetting how to breathe with how much your honing into every reaction your pretty girl gives you. You giggle as Violet’s eyes roll, thighs shaking, as you grind the creamy dildo into her. “Yea I am—I am—God baby you’re so good” Vi’s tits bounce as she fucks herself back into you. The sounds that are leaving her are nearly delirious with how high pitched and wanton they are.
Her eyelids flutter open, while her back arches. You’ve brought your middle and ring finger to toy delicate little circles into her over sensitive clit. Vi’s whole body visibly quakes as she moans out your name in drawn out syllables. Her face is blushed pink to tips of her ears nearly matching her hair color in tone. “M-more please-I-mmfh!” You indulge her before she even gets the full sentence out, how could you not? As Violet is looking up at you with watery eyes and a jutted out pouted lip. You’d love to bite into that same pouty lip and see what noise it drags out of her.
The keens she’s letting out are going straight to your own cunt and you resist the temptation to grind down onto the bed.
The squelching noises that are leaving Vi’s pussy have her throwing her hands up to her face in embarrassment. In contrast, her legs seem to spread further to offer you more access. “I’m so close.” Violet’s looking at you with furrowed brow, eyes nearly closed, as she looses herself in the agonizing pleasure you’re forcing into her. She chants your name hopelessly once more, hand clawing forward to encourage your thrusts into her.
“Cum for me Violet.” You murmur softly, her body obeys. She tenses, limbs flailing as devastated mewls rip from her throat. Pierced nipples pointing skyward as her back arches for the nth time of the night. “Good girl.” You praise, earning a stupefied smile from the ruined woman beneath you. Violet’s breath is still choppy and uneven as you lay next to her, rubbing small nameless shapes into her tattooed skin. Violet nuzzles into your neck kissing any skin she can reach, as you both grin widely at each other giggling at nothing and everything all at once.
just a blurb about vi begging to fuck you. nothing to see here.
“please? pleasepleaseplease-” and she’s suddenly on her knees, resting her chin on your leg as she stares up at you with her signature puppy eyes. she wasn't asking for much, truly! she was just so horny and it's been killing her all day, her cunt all swollen and leaky just from rubbing on the cotton fabric of her boxers :(
so now she's stuck here, pleading with you to relieve the ache. she was so wet it was genuinely painful, and you walking around the apartment in nothing but one of her tees and those lace panties that she hated (loved) certainly wasn't helping. she would make you feel so good! she swears, she would fuck you so well that your eyes would be stuck in the back of your head, pussy drooling and squelching and-
shit! this is exactly what she's talking about. god, please let her spread you-
you felt the hair on her arms stand up as you shifted lightly on the couch, making your shirt raise a bit higher in the process. you couldn't even bother to look at her, feigning indifference even though you felt your resistance cracking bit by bit. "nope."
vi's mind was racing, breath quickening as heart pulsed at a tempo far too fast for her liking. no no no no NO this was not fair- she just wants it so badly. she was spiraling, for fuck's sake. "c'mon, don't be like that baby. please. you can lay down on your tummy? don't you like that?" she subtly (well, subtly in her head) began to spread your legs and slot herself between them. just casually creeping her way to the prize just staring her in the face. "on your back? your side? fuuuckkk" sheesh, when did she become such a whiner?
you made the mistake of glancing down, finally being able to see her in all her pathetic glory. her eyes were shiny and blue, almost tear-filled, eyebrows drooping into a face that looked so comedically, so desperately, so arousingly sad.
and suddenly, you found yourself reminded of how she looked the last time you gave into her. the vision was permanently etched in your mind, completely tattooed in your memory bank. she was on her knees, just like this, except this time your cunt was actually in her mouth. she looked blissful, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as she suckled on your clit, spit carelessly flowing down her chin.
she had you there for hours, promising false allusions of a break but granting none, nails tearing into your hips whenever you tried to get up. granted, she was particularly starved that day, but that was still no reason for her to wreck you the way she did, clit so achy that even a cool breeze was enough to make you clench around nothing.
your panties began to dampen (against your will, mind you) and vi noticed immediately, head perking up when she picked up on your scent.
"see! she wants it too. just let me make you feel good, mommy."
screen babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe!
camgirl!vi x reader (part 1)
summary: you spend every night in the safe confines of your room hopelessly jerking off to your favourite camgirl, PinkSage. but what happens when your family is providing accommodation to the same damn woman in your house for the summer?
cw: mdni, long fic, pornstar!vi, bratty sub!vi with hints of dom here and there🤫, vi’s name is revealed later in the fic, parasocial, delusional and obsessed reader 😭, cursing, bitchy!reader, bitchy!vi, voice fixation, vi has nipple piercings, nipple play, licking & spitting, use of dildo, embarrassing moments be aware….
a secret. you had a secret. and no, not one of those teensy-weensy mediocre secrets such as you still wet the bed or that you steal from pharmacies — this one is big… or at least it feels big.
each and every night, whenever the clock hits eleven, you find yourself sitting on your bed: cursor hovering over www.butchbabes.com - a website you had frequently, frequently visited before. you click on your following and patiently wait for your favourite camgirl to start streaming, who’s always on time.
PinkSage is a muscular woman who never dares show her face on camera, concealed with a leather cat mask that takes up half of her face. what may come across as bothersome, is enjoyable to you and her many other viewers instead. the fact that you’re not able to see her is what adds to the thrill, the mystery. it’s all a massive tease, and you can’t even count the amount of times you’ve came to her, at one point even damaging your computer because you squirted all over the keyboard!
unfortunately, you live in a world where women are chastised for their desires. easily stigmatised, unlike their male counterparts: where it is normalised for men to be perverted. while a man is just a man for getting off on watching women getting beaten, slapped and choked, women are revolting creatures for masturbating to even the tamest of pornography.
fear crawls up your spine at the thought of anyone finding out that what you masturbate to are masculine camgirls, or at least one camgirl in particular. as a result, you go out of your way to feign complete innocence to the outside world. as far as anybody else knows, you’re a uni girl focused on her studies; nothing more, nothing less. behind closed curtains, however, it’s nobody else’s business that you beseech filthy pleads underneath your breath as you’re close to reaching your climax — as if PinkSage could hear you through the screen. that you anticipate pay-check day, not to spend the money responsibly but instead using it all to gift her; your heart spiking in your chest whenever she’d personally call you out.
“always treating me so good your_user, love you.” she’d say, her voice lilted in a sultry drawl: quiet yet faintly cooing. you hang onto every single word, brandishing them in your head so it lingers for days and days. ‘always’. PinkSage recognises you as being a frequent gifter. you’re so happy, as if you won the goddamn lottery.
you’re obsessed, tremendously obsessed.
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hence, here you are: 10.59 on the clock as you constantly refresh her page to see if she’s on live yet. clock strikes eleven and you see big glowing red letters flashing ‘ON LIVE.’ your stomach flutters in excitement, a feeling you never tire of, and your fingers rapidly fly to click it.
there she is, in all her glory, wearing a tight dark tank top and playboy boxer briefs. the leather cat mask sits comfortably over her eyes as always. you gush at the sight of her. she’s pretty close to the camera, hand hovering over the mouse as she watches all the viewers and comments gallop in like it’s a stampede. her plush lips crackle into a grin, flaunting those perfect teeth. teeth you want nothing more than to suck on. and those fucking fingers?? you’ve never wanted anything stuffed in your mouth more.
“hey guys.” comparable to warm honey: satiny and velvety. you could drown in her voice. “missed me?”
and here goes the comments,
lezout69: YES WE MISSED UUU
tipsyflower: God I was waiting all day
m4niacan0nymous: can you show us ur feet
dykeyfamgirl: today felt long as hell I’m so happy to see you ;—;
orchidstar_: I missed u pinksageeee
girlongirlfanman: Start playing with your nipples now
bluesage111: IMS O FUCKING EXCITED HOLYSHIT IM
they all pop in at the same time. you, however, don’t comment anything, because you know that she’s going to respond with:
“fucking hell you guys need to relax… you saw me last night. freaks.” she snickers. it’s an ongoing bit that PinkSage makes fun of her viewers. audiences always eat it up: they like the idea of being degraded by her, humiliated. you? maybe on certain days. most of the time, you’re not so sure. why make fun of people that gift and pay to watch you all the time? it always rubbed you the wrong way, but because you worship PinkSage like she’s an angel, you choose to not dwell on it too much. after all, some things are for some, other things are for others.
“can you flex your muscles…” PinkSage reads. your heart does a backflip at the sound of the amused chuckle that follows right after. you’ve always admired how much fun she has doing her streams.
“fine. i’ll even do something extra.” she reaches for something on her desk, which culminates in her moving even closer to the camera; pierced nipples hidden underneath her tight top being paraded for everyone to watch. your tongue fleetingly swipes across your bottom lip, an unconscious movement that you find yourself doing each time she does subtle teasing movements like these.
she comes back with pink satin ribbon. “this is for the coquette bitches i see in my comments.”
she curls up her arm, wrapping the ribbon around her bicep. she then flexes her arm hard, making the flimsy ribbon tear apart in mere seconds. the comments go crazy.
m4niacan0nymous: yeayea can you show us ur feet now
abracadabragagafan27: I’m cumming🤤🤤
dykeyfamgirl: SHSJDKDJDNAK
bluesage111: @girlongirlfanman stfu
sweetdazekid: P U S S Y I N B I O 👅🥵💦
you have fun reading the comments, as it’s always a goddamn story; entertaining as hell. these people cannot be real. you have the hypocritical habit of differentiating yourself from these desperate swines, as if you’re not secretly worse.
and of course, PinkSage is already gifted a generous amount from a handful of viewers for that move and that move alone. you’re happy for her, so much so that you’re smiling with her. yes, you’re heavily parasocial, but do you care? no!
“should we move onto the real deal now?” she coos, leaning back on her desk chair and mindlessly swinging it from side to side. she has a flair for wrapping everyone around her finger: amassing almost a million subscribers. there’s six hundred thousand people watching her stream right now. she’s like a mother bird about to feed her children, having all the little baby birds screech and strain for a sliver of attention.
“been so fucking frustrated all day, i need this…” she mutters, her breathing palpably growing heavier as she lifts up her top above the swell of her breasts. you most likely have her boobs memorised in your head, but every time she reveals them it’s like you’re seeing them for the first time. pink buds with metal shoved in between. fucking euphoric.
she catches one between the pad of her thumb and forefinger, slowly rolling it, the tip of her finger rubbing the edges of it too. low groans do not fail to leave her lips immediately. they’re so sensitive that she’s visibly twitching. one of the gifts tell her to flick her nipple and she does what she’s told, a little ‘ooh’ weaselling out of her. without hesitation, the flood gates of your pussy open up, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. you’re only going to touch yourself when she starts to touch herself.
for now, she showers attention on the other nipple; her needy noises growing stronger. you imagine how wet she must be right now, teasing herself like this for the sake of pleasing her viewers. poor thing. your undying empathy for her is why you’re willing to ignore how drenched your panties are, refusing your touch yourself until she starts to pleasure her cunt.
“fuck, i’m so wet.” she whines. her voice always starts off low, but the more desperate she gets, the higher it becomes. the sexiest thing in the world. the tip of her nails are dragging down her deliciously toned stomach, slowly slipping underneath her waistband. you lean back, wriggling comfortably against your pillows as you mirror her actions. despite PinkSage basically having no idea who you are, you’ve always felt so intimate masturbating with her, going along with her pace. in a strange way, it feels like you know her.
you can see her knuckles protruding from her boxers, stroking her clit in tight circles underneath.
tipsyflower: she’s alwaysssss teasing us i swear 😩
the familiar gift noise pings through, a sound of coins jingling.
abracadabragagafan27: (GIFTED PINKSAGE $5.99!) Take the underwear off!
“your wish is my command, baby.” PinkSage twinkles, making a show of slowly pulling her boxers off, inch by excruciating inch. her pink happy trail (yes, the curtains do match the drapes, duh) marshal into the beautiful alcove of her mound, her bush glistening from how soaked she is. she resumes her movements, slender fingers slipping inside her pussy with ease. her knuckles flex as she goes deeper and deeper inside, her jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed.
all this and you know she isn’t actually going to cum. she’s merely stretching herself out for the actual real deal. you’ve always thought on why PinkSage appeals to you so much… maybe it’s the fact that she conceals her face, so there’s that uninterrupted enigma and that you’ll probably never know what she looks like. a cruel tease.
or maybe it’s the fact that in a world where butches and muscular women are expected to be dominant and rough, PinkSage has no problem exhibiting herself as someone who leans more onto the submissive side: pliant and self-abasing, whilst simultaneously being mean and not taking anybody’s shit. in a way, it feels revolutionary. PinkSage stands out, and that’s why she’s currently at number one in your trusty ButchBabes website, and why you refuse to watch anyone else.
“i’ll let you filthy bitches pick for me, okay?” despite her catty language, her face is flushed and her chest is heaving. she did just edge herself after all, and in tandem, so did you. she reaches for something below her desk and pulls out two toys. a pink vibrator wand and a clear glass seven inch dildo — each in one hand. she waves them, a smug grin settled on her lips.
“vibrator?” she playfully licks a stripe up the wand, “or dildo?” she does the same, her tongue dragging across the shaft. she knows exactly what she’s doing, she always does. every movement is coordinated: done on purpose to elicit reactions from her audience.
you’re too lost in the haze of your lust to reach for the keyboard, so you merely watch as the majority of the viewers pick the dildo. you couldn’t care less on which one they picked, as long as you got to watch PinkSage pleasure herself.
“good choice.” she praises, throwing the wand away and leaning back in her seat, spreading her legs and giving the viewers an accessible view of her pretty pussy. she rubs the dildo down her slit, smearing her arousal. but she isn’t done: she brings the dildo up to her lips, dribbling spit down the model to lubricate it enough. your breath catches in your throat at the sight. you need to touch yourself, thighs trembling and squishing together, but you compel yourself to wait.
her breathing is palpable, loud and rapid enough to tell that she’s excited. sometimes you wonder if this is all an act, or if she genuinely forgets about the camera and pleasures herself without a care in the world.
she finally sinks the toy in, starting off with short and rapid strokes. the sounds of her sopping cunt are obscene: a drawled low moan leaving her lips as she tips her head back. “fuuuck.”
your own fingers start to move again, a strangled moan buried deep in your throat threatening to loom to the surface. PinkSage is just so perfect, her hips bucking and twitching; lower back arching as she starts to fuck herself with the dildo deeper. low groans quickly alter into high keens and destitute whines, her fingers flying to her nipple and pinching it to increase the stimulation. you curse under your breath at the smutty sight.
an idea suddenly zips through you and suddenly your fingers are out of your pants and on the keyboard. you’re gonna gift her. just as she’s about to cum, you’re gonna gift her and she’s going to orgasm thanking you. how fucking smart is that?
and luckily, the universe hears your wishes.
your_user: (GIFTED PINKSAGE $24.99!)
you settle back, fingers flying back to your pants as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for the loud jingling noise to catch her attention. and you’re blessed when it does.
“oh fuck!” she keens louder at the sight of your gift, the dildo moving faster, “fuck, your_user, th—mmnfg—thank you so much, i’m cumming… fuck, your_user…”
with that, she keens loudly, head thrown back against the desk as she creams all over the toy. in tandem, you cum so hard you see stars. you cannot believe that happened. PinkSage huffs loudly, slowly pulling the dildo out. incomes the white pearly froth spilling down from her pussy and onto the seat. in your post orgasmic daze, you think you’re dreaming, but you dazedly watch the comment section and they prove otherwise.
dykeyfamgirl: wait i’m so jealous???
galadbdhs22: No fuckijf way
wiccanyindigo8: another hot orgasm yet againnnn
tipsyflower: I HAD NO IDEA SHE CAN DO THAT
bluesage111: i gotta try this next.
sallyfacefan: Will she give us another one? i need my name spilling from her lips
jerkheroff: THATS NOT FAIRRRRR
a dopey grin finds itself on your lips. everyone’s jealous. she said your user aloud — your name, mind you, whilst reaching her climax, but not theirs. you’ve been a fan for ages, you know she hasn’t done that with anyone else. you’re special and they’re not.
“no, i’m not giving you guys another. shoulda gotten there before your_user did.” your stomach flutters so hard you might as well float away. “thanks for watching, see you later filthies.” she puts her fingers in a rock and roll sign, her signature goodbye before logging off stream. you stare at the black screen with the white words reading ‘Live Ended’ for a long minute. dare this be the best night of your life?
you sleep extra well that night, replaying that moment in your head over and over again until it lulls you asleep, fantasising on what you would do if you two had ever met. if you had her right in your palm.
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the following morning, you awake with a smile adorning your lips. birds are singing outside, branches of the eucalyptus tree are rustling from the warm breeze. the sun is kissing your eyelids… besides, PinkSage literally orgasmed screaming your name last night. that’s your first pleasant thought of the morning; the way her face scrunched up, eyes half-lidded as she babbled your name. sure, it might’ve sounded like her words clustered together just as she was on the precipice of climaxing, but you alongside the rest of the 600K viewers heard it loud and clear. phenomenal. you almost hate yourself for not screen recording, but you don’t fret; sensing that it’s tucked in each and every crevice of your brain. shit, you’d inject the moment into your bloodstream if you could.
you yank your phone off your charger and take a look at social media. after mindlessly swiping through instagram stories and checking your tiktok notifications, your thumb glides over to twitter. your feed refreshes, and the first tweet is PinkSage’s.
PinkSage @PinkSagee420
hey guys going on hiatus for a bit </3 sorry no stream tonight and more nights to come :(( love y’all tho!
your face has never fallen faster. you sit up, blinking repeatedly and praying that your eyes are somehow proving you wrong. but no matter how hard you try, there it is: imprinted on your screen. going on a hiatus for a bit… love y’all tho! you furrow your brows. you bet she was smiling whilst typing that tweet. she so doesn’t give a fuck. what the hell are you meant to do now? was her hiatus so impromptu that she couldn’t have mentioned it on stream last night? instead of a half assed tweet? love y’all tho! ending the tweet like that is what grates on your nerves the most. if she really loved you, she wouldn’t go!
ugh. you quickly realise you’re being stupid and selfish, and you cringe at yourself. for fuck’s sake, PinkSage could be going through something serious and personal for all you know. you’re just freaking out because it’s the first time she’s ever taken a break. you’ve become so used to your nightly routine, so embedded in your grotty secret that you can’t help but feel as if you’ve been thrown off course. jesus, it feels like a break up.
your mind quickly diverges to solutions. PinkSage already posts some pretty smutty stuff on her Twitter, and then there’s the ButchBabes website — but you’d have to be a premium member of to watch her pre-posted, long videos. as tempting as it sounds, having a subscription to a porn website just sounds… ew. you’re not that down bad. then again, there’s PinkSage’s patreon…
the sound of your door swinging open snaps you out of your thoughts, and you jerk your head up to see your dad resting his arms on your doorframe.
“morning. what’s with the long face?” he murmurs. you didn’t even notice your face was stuck in a frown since you read the tweet. “nothing. what’s up?”
“our guest is coming soon. earlier than expected, surprisingly. guess she’s eager to see us.” he smiles. she. at least it’s a woman this time, and one person. the last guests you had were a group of college boys, scruffy and loud and disrespectful, as if they were toddlers. they left your house a mess after!
that’s right, you’re a host family. offering a home and support to international/exchange students or volunteers. well, you don’t really do anything. whilst your parents offer them a bed to sleep in, give them meals and help them transport their way around where your area, you do so much as smile at them, occasionally greeting them if you happened to bump into them. most of the time, however, you’re locked in your room. at some points you even wait until the living room is empty for you to go downstairs to eat. you’ve never been interested in making friends with your guests. they’re just there for a house, and you have enough friends.
“better get dressed.” your dad curtly pats the door before slipping away. you sigh, slumping back on your bed to wallow for just a little longer. you’re still very much bummed about PinkSage’s hiatus after all, and not even a woman guest could lift your mood.
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you tip toe down the corridor, holding your breath as you try not to make a creak in the old floor boards. you peer down the staircase, straining your ears to hear the conversation taking place.
the guest is here, and she seems to be a goddamn comedian with the way she’s making your parents laugh. even your usually stony mother is dying laughing. just who is she?
you regret not getting ready earlier, because now you’ll have to awkwardly step downstairs, suffer through the silence before everyone’s attention will be on you. you steel yourself, slowly descending down the stairs. you predicted the pause in laughter and chatting before it even came.
“she’s alive!” dad says as you reveal yourself. how embarrassing! you want to flip him off, but you’d get killed.
“oh, is this your daughter? hey!”
your eyes flash up to the woman as quick as light. is— wait, are you tweaking? okay, maybe the PinkSage withdrawals are hitting faster than you think, because that voice and that hair…
“i’m violet, but you can call me vi.” she approaches you and extends her hand, those fingers. nah… no fucking way.
you realise you’re staring at her hand for too long when your mother clears her throat. “y/n…”
“sorry, aha.” you take her hand. she has a firm grip. you dare a glance at her face again. powdery blue eyes and a little amused smile. PinkSage smiles like that…
“she gets shy. oh, and you two are the same age actually!” your dad grins. you cut him a glare, wishing he could shut up. does he revel in your embarrassment?
“are you a student?” you find yourself asking. since when did you give a shit?
“nah, i’m volunteering. animal care.” vi replies, and she sounds very proud of herself. you nod quietly and smile, suddenly feeling dizzy.
“okay. if you don’t mind i’m going to do homework now, nice meeting you.” you mutter with haste, padding back up the stairs. your mother tries to call out for you.
“it’s chill, ‘girls got homework to do.” you hear her say. she sounds so cool, so… suave. PinkSage would say something like that.
you immediately scrounge for your phone once back in your room, whipping out PinkSage’s profile to scrutinise her. there’s plenty of women with pink hair, and vi was wearing a navy oversized jumper, so you can’t even tell if she has the same muscles or not. but her voice… that fucking voice. you zoom in on PinkSage’s hair. her way of styling it is very unique, and similar to vi’s. eerily similar. your heart starts to pound in your chest. what if…? you want to be aloof, in fact, you’re genuinely trying to prove yourself wrong. okay, you’ve fantasised about what you’d do if you met her, like, an innumerable amount of times… but they were fantasies for a reason! who was expecting for her to live in your house for whoever the fuck knows how long!?
your fingers are trembling, and you’re months down on her posts. it sure is a weird coincidence that PinkSage is on hiatus, and suddenly there’s a woman that sounds and maybe looks like her in your house! is this a sick joke? is the universe having fun?
a tentative knock that sounds nothing like the ones of your parents (they never fucking knock) scares the shit out of you, making you whip your head too quick and because your head was too close to the headboard, you banged against it.
“fuck! i-i mean, come in!” you frantically call out. vi is visibly holding in a laugh when she peers through the door.
“are you good?” oh my god, she heard that. your ears burn.
“yeah, i’m—i’m good. breezy.” you close your eyes and nod like a bobble head. what the fuck is breezy?
“…right. you probably already know this but i’m sleeping next door. i was wondering if it was cool if i use your bathroom? i wake up at night.” she smiles sheepishly. you blink at her.
“sure! yeah, that’s completely fine! it’s not even my bathroom per se, i mean my parents just say it’s my bathroom ‘cuz i keep all my stuff there and it’s right across my room and they use the downstairs one, but you’re… hah…” you’ve been rambling so much you’re out of breath! vi giggles. maybe she’s just a really good PinkSage impersonator.
your eyes follow her nervously as she steps closer inside the room, gazing at your cork-board full of polaroid photos and photo booth strips. her fingers graze the cd player below it, and then she skims through the cds on your crate as if she’s in a music shop. she’s pretty comfortable touching your stuff without even asking…
“nice.” she whips her head to glance at you, staring at you up and down. you swallow.
“i thought you were doing homework.”
you brow settles in a furrow. “… i finished.” you lie through your teeth.
“do i make you uncomfortable or something?” the swift delivery of that question sweeps you off your feet, and you find yourself speechless.
“i would hate to make you feel that way. to be fair, i think i’d also hate people in my house.” she continues, as if this is all so casual. that i-don’t-give-a-fuck mindset is something you’re not so sure you’re rolling with.
“what? that’s— that’s not it.” you sputter, blinking repeatedly. vi smirks in return. “good, then.”
she turns around and leaves, whilst you sit there: dumbfounded. good, then? this vi girl sure is conceited, skimming her fingers over your stuff just to leave like that? what is this, a movie? and leaving your door open, no less! where’s the decency? you bet she was going to use your bathroom regardless if you had said yes or not.
you don’t want to think of vi as PinkSage. whilst the camgirl enacts cockiness as something sexy; playing it off well, this vi woman just comes off as arrogant. they’re different women, they must be. you open your phone to the post you left off at: one of PinkSage’s mirror pics, showing off her back tattoo. you linger on it, feeling like a housewife that’s had her husband leave for war. you miss her already.
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you discreetly wait for vi to be finished with dinner so she can piss off to her room whilst you can eat without her amused gaze burning your retinas. as if your entire existence is funny to her. could you blame her? you’ve embarrassed yourself more times than you can say ‘i.’
it’s eleven. PinkSage would be streaming right now… but alas, she’s gone - not even specifying how long she’s away for. you feel a pang of sadness. you eat your food, watching a video essay in the empty living room. parents are sleeping by now, and vi’s upstairs. despite the faint sounds of your fork hitting the plate and the murmur of the youtuber narrator, it’s really quiet. you wonder if vi is sleeping too.
you pad back up the stairs after eating. vi’s door is open and you have to pass by her room to get to yours. a little peek on what she’s doing wouldn’t hurt would it? especially when she entered your room and touched your stuff without hesitation.
but as you fleetingly side-glance, your stomach churns in a way that makes you want to throw your dinner back up. you catch vi in the middle of putting her sports bra on, but it’s not even that: it’s what you see on her back, down to her triceps. the same fucking back tattoo. the same cogs, same plumes of steam, same machine parts… PinkSage. that’s Pink-goddamn-Sage, and you can’t even deny it anymore. evidence is all there: nobody else has a tattoo as specific as that one, nobody else styles their hair like she does, nobody else has that sensual ass voice: inviting and erotic. your favourite thing about her.
“holy mother of god.” you find yourself saying aloud, distractedly. vi yelps and whips around to glare at you.
“jesus, do you knock?” she huffs, grabbing her tank top and yanking it over her head.
“i… i know who you are.”
a/n: very loosely inspired by this fic on ao3 so check it out! it’s been a while since i done a series omg!!! so excited for u guys to read this one ahhh >< i’m thinking of doing three or maybe four parents to this series. lmk whoever wants to be added to the taglist for pt 2!
