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On Your Tail

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Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Vampire!Cait x Bunny-Hybrid!Reader x Werewolf!Vi

Words: 5971

Synopsis: You've been your village's sacrifice for the monsters for five years running. But this year feels...Different.

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! Dub-con/Non-con. G!p Cait, g!p Vi, predator-prey hunting dynamic, Reader has rabbit ears and fluffy tail, descriptions of death, FFF threesome, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), allusions to hypnosis, vaginal sex (r! receiving), knotting, oral sex on penis (r! giving), spit roasting (r! receiving), spit play (Vi's spit stops your gag reflex 🫣), biting and blood play, cum play

The torches burned low as the wooden gates groaned open.

You stumbled over the uneven dirt, your arms held tightly by the two burly men flanking you – the butcher and the woodcutter – your long ears twitching with panic. You tried to dig in your heels, but the men kept pulling, rough and silent.

“Please…” your voice cracked, throat raw from crying. “Please don’t make me do this again! Please!”

No-one answered.

The villagers formed a ring just inside the gates, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Blank. Avoidant. Cowardly. Not one of them met your eyes. Hundreds of spectators, just watching your pain.

“I can’t do it again,” you sobbed, desperately looking around for a sympathetic face.

There were none.

No-one spoke.

Your mother, father, and younger siblings stood among them. So did the village priest. So did the farmer’s wife who used to give you extra carrots when you were little. None moved. None blinked.

The two men shoved you forward. Your boot caught on a stone, nearly tripping you, but you rebalanced yourself.

Beyond the gate, the woods waited.

Dark. Silent. Watching.

You could already smell the damp moss, the rotting leaves, the faint copper scent of blood and earth and old magic. It hit the back of your throat like a warning.

You turned again, chest heaving. “Please don’t make me go out there,” you whispered through tears, voice trembling.

The gate began to creak shut in front of you.

You lurched for it. “No! NO!”

The heavy wood slammed shut, and the bar on the other side slid in place with a cold finality. Your fists banged against it uselessly.

“Mother! Father! Please! Please, let me in, I can’t do this again!”

A voice from the other side, low and tired. “It’s for the best, Y/N.”

Silence.

And then, just the wind in the trees. Just your own ragged breathing, your anguished sobs. Just the creak of wood as you sank to your knees in the dirt, staring at the forest’s edge.

You didn’t want to move.

But they were already out there.

And they were already coming.

So, you got to your feet, and started running. Just like you did every year.

The forest was alive with whispers.

Leaves rustled like hushed voices, gossiping in the dark as you ran barefoot through the underbrush. Your breath burned in your throat. Your legs ached from the sprint. Your ears twitched with every sound, every branch snap, every sigh of wind. Your tail brushed nervously against your ruined dress as you darted between trees.

They were out there.

They were always out there on this night.

And this was the fifth year.

The village had sent you again – stripped you of your dignity, of your choice, dressed in little more than torn white linen. The same way they had since the first year – no point wasting a good dress on a sacrifice.

You'd expected to die the first time.

All the others had.

Every sacrifice before you had disappeared into these woods, never to return. Their bodies were found a few days later. Used. Drained. Torn apart.

But you?

They let you live.

The vampire and the wolf.

The vampire had called you ‘precious. The wolf had called you ‘tasty’. And both of them, to the village’s confusion, had let you go back. Alive. Shaken. Marked with bites all over your body.

They said it was your blood. You were the first hybrid born to your village in four generations; you guessed that made you rare enough to be a delicacy to them, special enough to live.

The next year came. The village had chosen another girl – Maddie, a sweet little thing with freckles dotting her face – believing that the monsters had either grown tired of killing or had developed a sense of mercy, and would spare her life. They hadn’t. Normally, the village didn’t learn the girls’ fates until later. But that night – the second year – they had attacked within the hour, throwing Maddie’s dead body against the wooden walls around your village. The wolf ripped apart the defences; the vampire started fires and began to maim indiscriminately. Until people had found you in your family home and had thrown you out of the gates. The monsters had paused their attacks, giving you time to run into the woods before following you.

They had ravished you, bitten you, used you.

And they’d let you live again.

Now, the villagers didn’t even argue. They just handed you over. Locked the gates behind you. Told you not to come back until the monsters were satisfied.

And you always did.

Because that was part of their game. The catch and release of their favourite toy.

The moon was high, casting silver light across the forest floor. Leaves crackled beneath your bare feet as you sprinted, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted to break free. Your breath came in short, panicked gasps, misting in the chill October air.

You could feel them closing in.

Every instinct you had screamed danger. Your long ears twitched toward the sounds behind you: the snap of a twig, the low rustle of leaves, a growl that vibrated through the trees like thunder.

They were toying with you.

They always did.

Sometimes for hours, catching and releasing you many times. Other times, the game was over the minute you were caught. You never knew what mood they were in until you were pinned under them.

Your lungs burned as you paused, crouching down in a group of trees, your cotton-soft tail trembling against your shredded dress. Your ears flicked wildly, catching the faintest whisper of movement.

A heartbeat passed. And then…

“Found you.”

The voice was smooth, regal, and right in your ear. Gloved fingertips brushed your arm softly, in a barely there touch.

You shrieked, twisting out of reach and running again. A flash of blue eyes caught the moonlight before the vampire vanished again into the shadows.

You stumbled, almost falling, but caught yourself against a tree. Your sensitive ears flattened as a low growl came from your left as you continued to run, a short distance away.

The wolf.

“Mmm…You smell scared, little bunny.” Her voice was rougher. Hungrier. “You've ran so far already, you're doing well. Not like last year.”

You’d tried and failed to escape the village the year before. A week before the ritual, you'd tearfully asked your parents and the Chief how much longer you would be expected to serve as a lamb for slaughter to the two monsters. They hadn't given you an answer, only tried to guilt you with the knowledge that anyone else the village sent would be killed. You'd pointed out that their plan wouldn't work forever; would be in your fifties and still be expected to run through the woods each year? Eventually, you would get too old, or they would tire of you. And when that happened...

They’d just sent you back to your house, ignoring your concerns.

So you took matters into your own hands.

You'd tried to slip over the north fence, desperate to vanish before they could offer you up again. But you'd fallen awkwardly over the tall wooden wall, landed hard, and cried out loud enough for a patrol to find you.

The healer had wrapped your ankle tightly with some sticks to brace the joint, then confirmed the worst.

“It's not broken; you'll heal in time. But you won’t be able to run next week.”

You thought maybe, just maybe, that would spare you. Not being an enticing target for the hunters.

It didn’t.

They put you in white rags like always, dragging you toward the gate again with cold indifference.

You’d hobbled as best you could, teeth gritted, ears trembling with pain and fear. The forest loomed, tall and endless and waiting. You only lasted a few minutes before your ankle gave, and you collapsed near the hollowed trunk of a dead tree.

You'd crawled inside, biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood.

You could feel the woods holding its breath.

They found you in minutes.

First, the scent of blood and smoke. The vampire. Then heavy footfalls. A low growl. The wolf.

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

A moment passed.

Then...

The vampire’s voice, cool, dry, unmistakably unimpressed.

“You’re supposed to run, little one. That’s the fun part.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

The wolf’s voice followed, more amused, but sharp around the edges. “She didn’t even make it past the clearing.”

The vampire crouched down in front of the trunk, looking at you with a tilted head.

“Really? This is how they send you to us?”

They pulled you out, slow and deliberate, inspecting your ankle. You tried to push them away, but your ankle gave again, and the wolf caught you by the waist with a low, knowing chuckle.

“You think this will save you?” she murmured, fingers brushing your jaw. “No, bunny. That’s not how this works. You’re still ours.”

They fucked you that night just the same, being uncharacteristically gentle with your ankle. The only part of you they were gentle with.

When the wolf carried you back to the village in the morning, she told the Chief that they would return a month later and they expected a real hunt; if your ankle wasn't healed enough to give them what they wanted, another girl would need to be chosen. And they'd return for you the next year.

Thankfully for the village, and unfortunately for you, your ankle had healed by the time they returned. And they did what they always did.

Back in the forest, you turned, bolting again, but this time they didn’t let you get far. In an instant, something strong and warm slammed into your side. You rolled as you hit the ground with a yelp, coming to a stop. You were straddling the wolf’s hips as she rumbled in your ear, patting and squeezing your thighs.

“Told you I’d catch her first, Cupcake.”

“Don't bruise her,” the vampire – Caitlyn – said coolly, stepping into view. Her blue cloak swirled around her, and her pale skin gleamed like bone in the moonlight. She crouched beside the two of you, her fingers brushing the edge of one trembling ear. “And be careful with her ears; you know I like playing with them.”

You whimpered, cheeks flushed, your ears flicked helplessly under Caitlyn’s cold touch.

The wolf – Vi – squeezed your ass in her hot hands, before spanking each cheek one time, nudging you off her lap.

She wanted you to run again.

She wasn’t done.

You scrambled off her, running among the trees again.

“Ten,” Vi called after you.

“Nine,” Caitlyn chimed.

You ran until you distantly heard Vi call ‘six’, then did a sharp right turn. You’d learnt your second year not to just run in a straight line.

Your ears twitched. A whisper of movement behind you. Your heartbeat stuttered. You picked up speed, ducking under a low-hanging branch, feet nearly slipping on some damp leaves.

They were close again.

Then…

Cold arms wrapped around you from the side, picking you up and pinning you back against a tree. One of Caitlyn’s arms supported your weight under your hips, the other cupping your cheek as she ran her nose up your neck.

You shivered violently, involuntarily squeaking in fear.

She chuckled against your neck. “Oh, I missed your little sounds.”

“Play with her tail,” Vi smirked as she leisurely approached. “I always love how she sounds when we touch that little ball of fluff.”

Caitlyn moved her hand from your cheek down your back, even as you struggled in her arms. You whimpered ‘no’s as her hand drew closer, finally stroking your cottontail with her fingertips. Your body shook against your will, and you had to clamp down on the moan that tried to escape your throat.

They looked playfully unimpressed at your silence. “No? No reaction?” Caitlyn teased, stroking again.

You resisted, but it was hard.

“I don’t think she’s ready to give in, Cupcake,” Vi lamented cheekily, her amber eyes glinting at you.

“Alright then,” she sighed dramatically, putting you down. With a pat on your rump, she nudged you off. “You can have one minute, darling.”

“A whole minute? You’re being generous.”

You didn’t stay to listen to their banter.

You ran until you hit a creek, jumping over it smoothly. Your third year, you’d taken the time to immerse yourself, hoping it would mask your scent a little, buy you some time.

It hadn’t.

A low growl, close.

Too close.

You gasped and swerved, but it was no use. A blur of motion. A crash of heat and weight.

You hit the ground hard, pinned beneath muscle and wild eyes.

“Five years,” Vi growled, straddling your hips, hands pressing your shoulders into the dirt. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight. “You’d think you’d learn.”

Caitlyn stepped from the shadows like smoke, boots barely making a sound. She crouched beside you both, elegant and cruel. Her fingers cupped one twitching ear, as she liked to do.

Vi leant in, licking a stripe up your throat. You shivered and whimpered pitifully.

She hummed against your throat, then lifted her leg to release you. “Not quite yet. Keep going, bunny. Two minutes.”

You twisted out from under Vi, adrenaline and panic giving you the strength to push onwards.

The forest was endless. Familiar. Terrifying.

You knew this clearing, the hollow log off to the side was still there from two years ago. You hadn’t used it then, too afraid they’d find you. But now?

Now you dove in headfirst, scrambling through the rotting bark and curling into the dark space, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The log was wide enough to fit you, barely. You bit your lip to keep from breathing too loudly, your ears flattened tight against your head, twitching at every distant sound.

Silence.

Then footsteps. Measured. Deliberate. Boots.

“You can’t run forever, little thing,” Caitlyn called softly, voice drifting through the trees like perfume. “You know that.”

Leaves crunched nearby. You didn’t move.

A second set of footsteps, heavier, careless, approaching from the opposite side. Vi’s low chuckle echoed through the woods.

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide somewhere that obvious?”

“Not stupid,” Caitlyn replied coolly. “I think she’s scared enough to hope we’d overlook it.”

The footsteps circled the log.

You squeezed your eyes shut, heart pounding. Maybe they’d move on.

Then…

Creak.

Something sat down above you, the old log groaning under the weight.

Your eyes flew open. Your hands clamped over your mouth to keep from making a sound.

The heel of Caitlyn’s boot tapped lightly, rhythmically, against the wood near your head. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Prey always thinks darkness hides them,” she murmured. “But what hides in the dark, bunny?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Things that hunt.”

Vi snorted somewhere behind her. “She’s trembling. I can smell it.”

“Of course she is,” Caitlyn said, voice lowering into a purr. Her fingers dragged slowly along the bark. “She’s remembering that year we let her rest in the snow, just long enough to think she’d gotten away.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“And then we fucked her all night long.”

You let out the faintest whimper, and instantly regretted it.

Caitlyn stilled. A beat of silence. Then, softly: “There you are.” She tapped her boot on the log more purposefully. “Come now, darling. You’ve had your little run.” Her eyes gleamed like sapphires in the moonlight. “Let us have our turn.”

You tried to scoot deeper, knowing it was pointless to be silent now, but a pair of hands – hot, rough – grabbed your ankles from the far end of the log and began to pull.

“Gotcha,” Vi’s grin was practically audible. “Time to come out, bunny.”

You screamed, squirmed, kicked, but it only made them laugh.

And then you were dragged out into the open once more, breathless, dirty, heart hammering. Caitlyn crouched beside you, brushing leaves from your hair with eerie gentleness. Vi leaned over you, breathing heavy and wolfish.

“You’re lucky we like you so much,” Caitlyn whispered, stroking one trembling ear again.

“So lucky,” Vi agreed. “But don’t push it. Next year? Maybe we don’t let you go.”

They laid you on the mossy forest floor, damp earth clinging to your back as you thrashed, trying to twist away from their hands. Vi's strong, calloused grip on your wrists stopped your movements, as Caitlyn’s cold fingers glided over your waist like silk.

“Don’t touch me,” you begged, breathless and shaking. “I can’t…I can’t do this again.”

Vi raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Caitlyn’s lips curled. “Five years, darling. And now you want to play defiant?”

“I never wanted this!” you cried, struggling beneath Vi’s weight. Your legs kicked, tail frantically brushing against the ground as you writhed, ears flattened back. “The village forces me every year!”

“Of course they do,” Caitlyn said, cool and calm, unbothered. “They force you, so that we’ll hold up our end of the deal: we get a plaything every Hallows Eve, and they get protection all year.”

“You monsters…You just play with me.”

Vi gave a sharp grin. “You like how we play, though.”

You jerked hard, trying to buck Vi off, your hips rising, twisting, desperate for leverage, but the wolf just laughed, pinning you easily with the full strength of her body.

“Cute,” she growled. “But you’re not getting away.”

“You never do,” Caitlyn murmured, reaching down to gently tug on one of your ears. You whimpered at the contact – sharp and involuntary – and the vampire smiled. “Still so sensitive here. Even when you’re angry.”

“I hate you,” you whined pitifully.

Vi bent closer, her nose brushing your cheek, her voice a growl against your skin. “Then why are you blushing, little bunny?”

“I’m not-”

But you were. Your cheeks were flushed, burning, as the familiar dread coiled deep in your belly, twisted up with something darker, something more treacherous.

There was silence.

You stopped fighting. Not because you gave in, but because you were too exhausted, too overwhelmed, to keep struggling. Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow pants. Your wrists were pinned above your head, ears trembling beneath Caitlyn’s cool hand. Vi’s breath was hot against your throat.

You were surrounded. Owned.

Caitlyn’s voice came quiet and cruel. “We could’ve taken you the first year. Kept you. Drained you. Broke you.”

Vi smiled down at you. “Still might.”

You blinked up at them, fury and fear tangled in your chest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Then why haven’t you?”

Caitlyn’s head tilted. “Because we like you like this.”

Vi grinned, teeth bared. “Warm. Squirming. And just a little bit scared.”

The wolf’s hands were rough as they held your wrists pinned above your head, her weight heavy and solid across your hips. The warmth of her body contrasted sharply with Caitlyn’s chill, who now knelt at your side, her elegant fingers grazing trembling skin, one hand still stroking your ears, sending shivers up your spine every time.

“Still so warm,” Caitlyn murmured, brushing her fingers down your exposed thigh. “So soft.”

Your breath hitched. “Please…”

Vi leaned in, her teeth grazing the curve of your neck. “Please what, sweetheart?”

You turned your face away, but your hips bucked involuntarily beneath Vi’s. Your tail brushed the moss, twitching with every movement.

Vi smirked. “Gods, I can feel your tail twitching under you. You like this.”

“I-I hate you both,” you whispered, but it came out breathy, thin, soaked in heat.

“Mmm,” Caitlyn said, lips grazing the sensitive curve of your ear, “Then why are you already soaking through this little slip of fabric?”

Her hand moved lower, between your thighs, fingers gliding against you. Feather-light. Teasing.

You gasped, your thighs snapping shut, only to be forced open again by Vi spreading your thighs over her hips, keeping your legs open.

“Don’t try that,” Vi growled, pressing down harder, grinding her tented trousers against you, her grin feral. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Caitlyn chuckled, slow and cruel. “She’s always so responsive. Five years, and still we haven’t wrung it all out of her.”

“I think she likes being hunted,” Vi said, nosing along your jaw. “Makes her feel wanted. Isn’t that right, little bunny?”

Your head shook, but your hips lifted again, chasing Caitlyn’s hand.

She clicked her tongue. “Poor thing. So embarrassed.”

Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your ruined dress, dragging slowly over your bare drenched heat. You cried out, back arching, body betraying you even as you tried to hold on to your pride.

“Sensitive,” Caitlyn murmured, pleased. “As always.”

Vi leaned down and kissed you hard, swallowing the whimper that escaped your throat. Her teeth dragged against your bottom lip, and her tongue pressed deep, possessive and hot.

You moaned into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly between the cool pressure of Caitlyn’s fingers and the heat of Vi’s body above you.

“You’ll break,” Vi muttered, breaking the kiss, licking her lips. “You always do.”

“I’m won’t-” you gasped.

But then Caitlyn pressed two fingers inside you, slow and unrelenting, curling just enough to make you cry out again.

“You were saying?” she mocked cruelly, starting to move her fingers inside you.

“Gods…” you groaned, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Vi just chuckled against your neck. “God can’t help you now, little one.”

Caitlyn’s fingers moved deeper inside you, slowly picking up speed. Your hips rocked against her, despite your protests, making both women smirk above you. You moaned softly as you closed your eyes, but Vi squeezed your jaw.

“Don’t close your eyes,” she commanded, angling your head to look at Caitlyn. “Look at her. Let her hear you.”

You tried to resist opening your eyes, but the vampire’s silky voice urging you to obey left you no choice. Your eyes opened and locked with hers. As her fingers moved inside you, you felt her icy blue eyes pulling you in, lulling you into a relaxed state.

Your body slackened under them, making Vi growl happily. “That’s our girl.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Caitlyn’s. She wouldn’t let you, an evil smirk on her face as she watched you start to fall apart under them. Vi sucked on your neck, rutting against the air as she moaned into your skin.

“You smell so fucking good, sweetheart,” she cursed. “Can feel your heart racing,” she groaned as she pressed the tip of her nose against your pulse point.

“I can feel you pulsing on my fingers,” Caitlyn said proudly, her grin was pure hunger. “You’re not going to last, are you?”

You dumbly shook your head, gasping as Vi started nipping your skin.

“That’s alright,” Caitlyn assured, moving her free hand from your soft ear to your forehead, moving your hair away from your face. “We like it when you cum for us. It makes your blood sweeter.”

“Do it, baby,” Vi urged, moving her hungry mouth down to your chest. Biting down on your dress for leverage, she used her other hand to rip it open, exposing your chest to them.

That snapped you out of Caitlyn’s hypnotic gaze as you gasped. You shivered as the cold night air hit your bare skin, then again as Vi’s burning hot mouth moved over you. Climbing shamefully quickly, it wasn’t long before your pussy started clenching on Caitlyn’s cold fingers, and you cried your release into the air.

You trembled, hands still pinned, tail twitching uncontrollably. Every breath was a struggle between shame and craving more. Your body lay limp beneath Caitlyn’s elegant fingers, when Vi shifted with a low, pleased growl. Her clothed member pressed between your legs, grinding against the mess Caitlyn had coaxed from you.

“You always fall apart so fast,” Vi murmured, voice rough with hunger. “One little touch from Caitlyn and you’re already soaked.”

You whimpered, thighs twitching, trying to close, but Vi’s body was everywhere, heavy, warm, inescapable.

Caitlyn’s fingers slipped away, glistening in the moonlight. She raised them to your lips, tapping gently. “Open.”

Your breath shuddered. You hesitated.

A sharp nip to your ear from Vi made you gasp, and Caitlyn’s fingers slipped in.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn purred, watching with a cold gleam in her eyes as you sucked your own arousal from her fingers. “Taste what you do for us.”

You moaned softly around them, and Vi’s patience finally snapped.

With a growl, her fingers reached down, hooking beneath the ruined hem of your dress and yanking it up around your waist.

“No more games,” Vi muttered. “You ran. We caught you. Now we take you.”

She reached a hand down and pushed her tattered trousers down past her hips. Her hard cock sprung free, its tip angry and leaking. You glanced down and whimpered; it always seemed bigger every year.

She didn’t wait for permission. Vi’s cock replaced Caitlyn – thicker, rougher, less teasing and far more demanding. She ran the tip up and down your leaking slit, then pushed deep without warning, making you cry out, your hands scrambling uselessly under Vi’s hand as she set a hard rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” she hissed. “Always are. Like your body wants to be hunted, stretched, filled…”

Caitlyn leaned down, dragging her tongue along the edge of your trembling ear. “Shh. Don’t fight it, darling. Just let go.”

Your breath hitched again, your body starting to rock under Vi’s thrusts, everything too much. Too intense.

Vi nodded her head at Caitlyn, who swapped her hand for Vi’s to hold your wrists down, freeing up the wolf’s other hand.

Vi shifted her weight onto one arm, her free hand gripping your thigh as her cock worked you mercilessly. “Say it,” she growled. “Say you’re ours.”

“No,” you gasped, but it was high, thin, desperate.

She pinched your nipple, twisting as she continued hitting deep, and you arched off the ground with a broken sob.

Caitlyn stroked your cheek, so gentle it felt cruel. “Say it, bunny.”

Tears welled in your eyes. You were close again. Too close. Your ears were twitching uncontrollably. Your tail shook involuntarily. And still Vi worked you, relentless and hungry.

“Say it, or we’ll leave you wanting whilst we take what we want.”

“Please…” you cried, on the edge of breaking again. “Please, I-”

“Say it,” Vi growled, slowing just enough to make you squirm.

“…I’m yours,” you choked, eyes wide, shameful, wrecked. “I’m yours. I’m…Fuck… I’m…!”

Your orgasm hit like a shockwave. You writhed, sobbing, your thighs shaking around Vi’s hips as your body betrayed you again, clenching around the wolf’s cock, your tail twitching helplessly under you.

Vi didn’t stop right away, drawing it out until you were trembling violently, whimpering, eyes glazed. Only then did she pull your hips closer, finishing inside you with a long growl, her knot swelling inside you.

“Fuck, bunny…” she groaned. She wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head between your breasts. “Fuck, that was too quick.”

Caitlyn gently stroked your hair, her touch cool and unsettlingly tender. “You always look prettiest like this. Ruined. Quiet.”

“And you’ll look even prettier by the time we’re done,” Vi teased, giving you a small thrust of her hips.

The wolf sucked marks over your chest as you all waited for her knot to release, Caitlyn humming an ancient song as she stroked your ears, smirking every time it made you twitch.

Vi looked at Caitlyn with a smirk, brushing a thumb over the bite mark she'd left on your collarbone. “She’s ready for you,” she announced, pulling her cock from your leaking hole and moving backwards.

Before you could process it, Caitlyn’s cold hands flipped you onto your knees, your head down on the soft mossy ground.

Caitlyn knelt behind you with predatory grace, her gloved hand gently stroking the curve of your ass. “You did so well for Vi,” she murmured, voice velvet-dark. “Now you’ll do the same for me.”

You shivered, but didn’t resist. There was no point. Your body was heavy, pliant, but not quite compliant – your mind still resisting even as your body betrayed you.

“W-What are you going to do?” you whispered.

Caitlyn smiled as she removed her gloves one finger at a time. “You already know.” She leaned in, trailing her lips along your throat. Her touch was feather-light, deceptively tender. She pressed a kiss just beneath your jaw. “You smell divine,” she murmured. “Fear. Lust. Shame. It clings to you like perfume.”

You whimpered, burying your face in your arms in shame. Caitlyn’s fingers wove in your hair, firm but not unkind, lifting your head up until you were forced to put your hands down on the ground.

“Don’t hide from us,” Caitlyn instructed.

Her fangs brushed your skin, a promising threat of what was to come.

She freed her own cock from her immaculate trousers, lining up with your hole even as it slowly leaked Vi’s cum.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” she purred. She didn’t wait for answer.

Pressing forward, she hissed as your heat enveloped her cold, hard member, cursing as she bottomed out inside you, earning a low groan from you as your eyes rolled back. She squeezed your hips to centre herself, breathing deeply to calm down even though she didn’t breathe.

“Fuck,” she cursed. “I always forget how hot you are inside.”

Vi moved around to kneel in front of you, her cock already hard again. “Open up, sweetheart,” she ordered, holding the base and angling it towards your mouth.

You hesitated again, but a harsh thrust from Caitlyn made you obey. Opening your mouth, you accepted her rigid member, tasting yourself on her scorching flesh. Vi gave shallow thrusts into your mouth, letting you adjust to the depth.

That wouldn’t last.

In a quick move, Caitlyn took hold of your elbows, pulling your arms back behind you, holding them as they fucked you from both ends. You started choking on Vi’s length as the wolf slid in deeper, now fully in control of your mouth. And she didn’t hold back.

Neither did the vampire.

Caitlyn pounded her hips against yours, rocking you back and forth between them, smirking at the wet and sloppy sounds of your pussy on her cock, and your mouth on Vi.

Your eyes watered between them, Vi’s tip slipping down further into your mouth, starting to enter your throat. You coughed and choked, but she only ever pulled back an inch or two. When you gave a hard gag, she pulled back.

You knew what was coming.

She cupped your jaw, lifting your head up as Caitlyn pulled back on your arms. “Poor baby, let me help.” Opening your jaw, she spat harshly into your mouth. “Swallow.”

With a tearful grimace, you obeyed. You didn’t understand how, but something about Vi’s spit supressed your gag reflex. You’d learnt that lesson your first year, and had to endure it every year since.

“Now, let’s try again, shall we?” she mocked.

Caitlyn lowered you back down until Vi slid into your mouth again, going all the way in, with no gagging on your part.

You cried between them, as – despite your unwillingness – the pleasure started to build up again inside your pussy. Caitlyn’s cold cock always felt so good inside you; soothing and oddly sensual. Against your will, you started moaning around Vi’s cock in your throat, making the wolf growl at the vibrations.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last again,” she cursed unhappily.

Caitlyn chuckled. “Our bunny’s just too good, isn’t she?”

Vi chanted ‘fuck’ under her breath as she thrust faster into your mouth, before pulling out at the last second. Hand in your hair, she pulled you up a little as she stroked her cock to completion, coating your chest with her thick cum.

She’d never done that before.

Caitlyn pulled you back all the way against her chest as she maintained her rhythm, one hand holding your throat as Vi started rubbing her cum into your chest, panting heavily as she watched her hands move over your skin.

When she was done, she started rubbing your clit, plucking and pinching your nipples as you groaned and whined. Your hips moved back against Caitlyn’s as you started chasing your end, your head lolling back against the vampire’s shoulder.

Caitlyn ran the tip of her nose up and down the soft column of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, feeling your pulse pounding under your skin.

“Are you close, bunny?” she asked in your ear.

You shivered, nodding desperately.

“Good girl,” she praised. “You’ve earned this.”

Then she bit.

The pain was sharp, sudden, white-hot. You gasped, eyes wide, fingers curling into Vi’s arms as Caitlyn sank her fangs deep into your neck.

It hurt. It always did. But just beneath the sting, just after the sharp shock, came the wave.

The pull.

You moaned, trembling violently as heat flooded you again, your body arching as if the bite itself had lit your nerves on fire.

Caitlyn drank slowly, deliberately, never faltering in her thrusts. Her hands pinned you gently, one hand tenderly holding your throat, the other stroking your hip as if calming a skittish pet.

Caitlyn’s thrusts, her fangs in your neck, and Vi’s hand on your clit pushed you over the edge, and you wailed out your orgasm, your body shaking between them.

Vi watched in awe, her hand moving faster over your clit, feeling your pussy gush on her hand. “Look at her,” she murmured. “She lives for this.”

Caitlyn groaned as she gave a final thrust into you, her cock shooting her own seed inside you. When her climax finished, she drew back, lips painted with red, her pupils blown wide. “She tastes better every year.”

You collapsed back against Caitlyn’s chest, boneless again, neck bleeding softly where her fangs had pierced you. Vi leaned forward, her own mouth latching on around the wound, getting her own taste of you.

When the wolf pulled back, Caitlyn leaned down and licked the wound clean with a slow, possessive drag of her tongue, then pressed a kiss over the mark.

They moved to lie down on the ground, you between them, dazed and trembling, your neck throbbing where Caitlyn had bitten you, your body sticky from Vi’s cum. The forest around you had gone still, silent, as though the very woods were holding their breath.

Vi’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you firm against her chest. Caitlyn lay propped on one elbow behind you, her bloodstained lips curled into something unreadable as she trailed her fingertips up and down your side.

Your breath caught. “Can I go now? Please?” you whispered.

Silence.

Then Caitlyn laughed. Low. Soft. Dangerous.

“Oh, bunny,” she said, brushing hair from your flushed face. “You still think this was about just tonight?”

Vi leaned in, nuzzling behind your ear. “Did you really think we’d keep letting you go? Year after year? Only getting one night with you?”

You froze. Your heart began to race again, both of them able to hear it. “But…But the deal-”

“We’re not going back on that,” Caitlyn cut in. Her tone was as smooth and polished as a knife. “Your village will still be safe. We’ll still have our blood each year; maybe we’ll let them live from now on.”

You tried to sit up, to wriggle free, but Vi held you easily, her strength like stone. “But you belong to us now,” the wolf murmured, dragging her nose along your throat. “No more running. No more pretending this was just a game one night of the year.”

Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing your temple. Her voice dropped, deadly soft.

“Now you’re ours. Forever.”

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I NEED TO BE BUNNY RN 🩷

THIS IS GETTING ALL MY LOVE AND IT’S MY NEW FAVOURITE FIC SERIES!!!!

[lunescore]

⋆˙ 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚—

⋮ ⌗ ┆fingering in a bathroom stall, bully!SEVIKA, mentions of masturbating, daddy kink !

She was mean to you and you only, and you hated that she looked so hot as she made fun of you.

Sevika.

The fucking bully of the school. A hot one at that.

It's as if the loosely tied back hair didn't do much, she just had to have the prettiest set of grey eyes that glinted with sadism whenever she tripped you on purpose. Or the way your nose dripped with a faint trace of blood whenever she "accidentally" bumped you into the locker and a smirk curled onto her dark, plump lips. She'd coo a sorry so condescendingly, it was hard to say if any of it was ever genuine. But your infatuation with her was something you'd always keep under the wraps. If she ever got to know that you liked her that way... Oh boy.

That's the end of your life.

"Look at her nerding the fuck out." Sevika placed her legs atop the desk, taking advantage of the mostly empty classroom, "You'd think she's a real genius." Her friends snickered.

It stung. In the best way ever.

Sevika always made fun of you this way but you rarely ever bit back. You enjoyed it. Secretly. A part of you liked the way she belittled you. At first, it hurt. And now, it just dampens your panties.

You had spend hours rutting into the arm of your couch and thinking of it being Sevika's thick thigh. Oh, what you'd do to just be able to hump her leg... Your fingers had dipped inside your wetness and rubbed your sensitive nerves until you squirted all over the sheets and yourself. You would stare at the ceiling and wonder why you feel like this towards your bully. "Oh, my goodness, Sevika..." You gasped and ground down against your pillow, lips apart as your breath came out in small huffs. You were close. So close.

You fucked yourself silly almost every day of the week thanks to Sevika's torment.

Today was especially worse though. Sevika had made the first few periods living hell and all you could do was shift your thighs a bit closer to one another in desperate need for friction. You excused yourself to the bathroom to take care of the mess in your panties but the moment you opened the bathroom door, you felt Sevika shove you inside. You yelped.

"Hey!" You turned around to face her quickly.

"Shhh, princess. Jus' me." It was Sevika.

Sevika slipped into a stall with you, her shoulders relaxed for someone who was standing inches away from another girl in the same bathroom cubicle. She exhaled deeply before she crossed her muscular arms.

"What the fuck do you want?"

You spat venomously. Sevika sighed before her hand grabbed your jaw and she pulled you in for a silent, sudden kiss. You were shocked and you didn't kiss her back— instead you pushed her away by the chest.

"What the fuck, Sevika?"

Sevika stared at you for a while, before blinking away her confusion and it turned to annoyance. She huffed a sigh. "How dense do you gotta be?" She straightened up and placed her hands on her hips. "Why do you think it's always you who gets slammed into the fuckin' locker? Who gets their ass tripped everyday in the fuckin' hall and gets my special attention?" Ego dripped from everything that she said but she wasn't wrong. You'd seen the pattern but always told yourself it's too good to be true.

"I'm not dense. I'm just careful." You replied and looked away.

"But you want me."

Sevika's hands circled around your waist and she pulled you closed again, your head barely came to her chin level. She smirked a little as she tilted your head up to meet her eyes using one hand.

"I see it in your eyes." She whispered. "The rage, the anger. You're so hot, baby cakes."

You stared at her with rounded eyes, your cheeks flushed and you struggled to make sense of anything at all. "Sevika..."

"Tell me," Sevika pulled you closer if possible. "Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks of you in bed..."

Your knees went weak. What?

"Sevika," you murmured and then gave in. "You're not alone in that..."

Her back slammed against the cubicle door subtly as you flung into her arms to kiss her. The kiss was amateur but Sevika grinned and grabbed your chin, regaining composure and claiming her dominance back. Her hands eagerly explored your body, tongue entering your mouth as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. She slipped them off and groped your tits over your bra.

She parted, not completely, just enough to whisper against your lips. "Strip for me."

You moved back, grabbing the waistband of your skirt and panties to strip all the way in one go but Sevika held your wrist.

"Uh-huh, slowly."

You felt blood rush to your cheeks but you complied and slowly started taking your clothes off one by one. First the shirt that Sevika had already unbuttoned, followed by the lace bra and matching panties and then the pleated skirt. You only had your shoes on. Pussy dripping. Hair in a low ponytail. No one had ever seen you like this.

"Oh dolly, you're beautiful."

Sevika drew in a breath before she pulled you closer by a firm grip on your hips. Her hands were strong, muscles bulging against the sleeves of her shirt. Your hands held onto her shirt tightly, feeling the way her hand cupped your pussy.

"This all for me?" She teased, a single digit rubbing your entrance and thumb searching for your clit.

"Yes," you breathed. "All for you, daddy." "You call me that when you touch yourself?" Sevika asked, voice an octave lower than before. Two of her fingers dipped inside, rubbing against your inner walls before sinking inside all the way. You gasped a little, faint waves of pleasure working their way up your shivering frame. You held onto her and begged for more.

"Daddy, m-more."

You were unashamedly getting fingered by your bully and you wouldn't have it any other way. Your cunt fluttered around her intruding digits, mouth falling agape.

"Moan for me, baby, show me how filthy you are." Sevika encouraged and moved her fingers in scissoring motions inside your pussy. Your head tilted back and eyes closed as you savoured the feeling.

"Daddy, you feel amazing..."

Sevika's fingers felt nothing like yours. They were long and thick, the calloused texture of the skin rubbing against your sensitive inner walls making your mind melt into a mush. Your eyes teared with pleasure and your teeth quickly found her neck. Sevika chuckled, finding your reaction cute. You might've not been the first one she fucked, but you definitely were the cutest.

"Sevika..." You mewled in her ear.

The next laugh rumbled deep from her chest and she asked you in a honeyed voice:

"Are we close?"

Your tummy did backflips and your cheeks flushed redder. You nodded meekly and hung your head as you felt the orgasm twisting in your lower abdomen— over and over and over. Until it snapped. Your hair was dampened with sweat and clung to your sweat-glazed temples. You didn't care how you looked. All you cared about was the fact that your super hot bully's big fingers were knuckles deep into your pussy.

"Come."

They curled inside you.

Your body complied before your brain could register it: all control slipping right in front of your eyes as your juices dripped down her wrist and on the bathroom floor. You trembled.

"Was that your first time having sex on the campus?"

"Was that not your first time?"

Sevika only smirked and pulled her fingers up, putting them conveniently in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

Sweet.

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Sevika bully me petition rn

[lunescore]

Breeding with vi? Strap referred to as cock, mating press, however nasty you wanna make it honestly. Also some aftercare mentioned?

Vi loves using her muscles as an advantage when she breeds you—

TAGS: hexstrap, breeding, mating press, praise kink, power imbalance arousal, size kink mentioned, manhandling implied if you squint, aftercare, SOFT DOM!VI

Vi’s hands never left your body when she pinned you down against the bed, her hexstrap rubbing against the wet heat between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” you giggled, parting your legs further to give her more access.

“Mmm, my good little doll,” Vi grabbed the crotch of your panties and tore them right off.

“Vi!”

“What?”

She flashed an innocent smile making you roll your eyes at her. She was good at getting away with pretty much anything that she did with those big blue eyes of hers. Fucking puppy. Her cock twitched as she rubbed it against your soaked entrance. You let out a tiny whine escape before your hands found her back.

“I'm gonna pump you full with my babies,” Vi promised, her hands squeezing at your thighs before she grabbed your ankles and pushed your knees to your chest, a smug grin on her face.

“V-Vi…”

You gasped when you felt her dick plunge inside, no warning. Vi thrusted with deep slow strokes, her eyes fixed on the way your face reddened with every other thrust. She knew you were flustered that she was literally watching you while she destroyed your tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck, you're so tight, baby,” Vi groaned, eyes closing for a second before she rammed inside, “you're tightening…”

“Ungh…” you threw your head to the side, averting your gaze.

Vi’s pace slowed for a second before she started drilling into your cunt. You were a drooling, mindless mess. Her thrusts were punishing, hard and fast. You could barely catch your breath.

“You're perfect,” Vi threw her head back, the column of her throat flexing deliciously as a single bead of sweat ran down it, “I wanna stay in this pussy forever— fuck!”

“Baby,” you let out a tiny little moan, unable to even make sense of your own words.

Vi’s pace was terrifyingly accurate— of how much you could take and endure and how deep she needed to thrust just to let her cock head kiss your cervix with each and every destructive thrust. Her lips were set in a little smirk like she knew the way she made your knees weak.

She leaned over, her eyes set on you and muscles taut as she held your legs. She didn't hold your legs to have you fold, you did that on your own— she held them to make sure you knew what power she had over you. The clear power imbalance that made your pussy weep and squeeze her further.

“You're tightening so much, you like my muscles, don't you?” Vi grabbed the side of your face, “so pretty when you're split open on my dick.”

“Vi, Vi, I think I'm gonna cum…”

“No, doll, you don't unless I tell you, you can cum,” Vi corrected.

Your eyebrows curled up, “I can't wait any longer.”

Vi chuckled and reached down, then you felt her rough thumb teasing your sensitive clit. You bit your lip. “You wanna cum that desperately?”

“M-mhm…”

“Do it then,” Vi smirked, “Cum hard and knock yourself out, doll.”

You climaxed so hard you swore you saw Janna right before your eyes, your expression was blissful and that's all it took to send Vi over the edge too. Her hips stuttered and then you felt the warmth filling you up and let out a satisfied little groan.

“It's all mine…”

“All yours, babe.”

After taking a moment to relish in the pleasure, Vi helped you sit up and undid her harness. You were leaking semen everywhere which made Vi huff a laugh. She hooked one sculpted arm under the back of your knees and the other behind your back— Vi lifted you bridal style like you weighed nothing and carried you to the bathroom to clean up.

“Didn't fuck you all that hard now, did I?”

“I'm okay really,” you kissed her cheek making her cheeks glow red.

Vi put you down at the edge of the tub, “sit tight, cupcake.” And she reached to run you a shower, the water was warm and the bath smelled like jasmine. You leaned your head against the tile wall, knees popping up over the surface of the water.

Vi let you soak alone for a little while. She got shampoo and soap, putting them down close by and then she got two towels for the both of you. Vi joined you in the tub and you instantly tackled her.

“My baby,” Vi kissed the top of your damp head.

“I'm your baby.” You giggled and let Vi bathe you as if you were something so precious.

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Soooo when’s it my turn Vi??????

[lunescore]

okay so I saw you wanted so crazy ass smut requests so here’s one. Dom vi x sub reader stalker vi x fem reader college au. vi sees reader and immediately needs her so she stalks her for a while, send reader anonymous texts, leaves things in front of reader’s apartment door, etc. reader ends up meeting vi but doesn’t know vi is her stalker. long story short, vi gains readers trust, gets closer to her, tries to help with the stalker problem (even though it’s her) and soon reader starts piecing together certain things and connects them to vi, vi reveals she’s readers stalker, and they fuck, like crazy hard core backshots, choking kink, degrading, STRAPPP, size kink, vi using her muscle against reader in certain positions, reader getting tied up and maybe gagged, wtv you would want to add 😏😏. (also everything is CONSENSUAL!!!) thanks!!

𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘— 𝐕𝐈 [𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄]

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹— @lunescore : this is so me and my girlfriend coded

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺— Vi knew she needed you the moment she laid eyes on you, that's where the stalking began. It was innocent at first and subtle, until it wasn't. You both met outside of campus and she offered to help you with said stalker problem. Instead of helping you, Vi pounds you. You're not complaining.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻— STALKER!VI, manipulation (slight), doggy style, strap, choking, degradation, size kink, restraints, gagging, control kink, fainting after sex, orgasm control, implication of others hearing, sex in college dorm, a dark unsettling ending

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓— 1.9k words

── .✦ Stalker!Vi leaned against the wall and watched you with intent as you walked down the stairs, shoving stationaries hastily back inside your bag. Your eyes met hers when you felt the stare— only a few seconds before you turned away and walked out.

Vi pushed off the wall, “Pretty girl,” she thought, “she's so nonchalant about seein’ me. Others are usually dyin’ for a date…” Vi looked at herself at the mirror in the hallway wash basin. She looked as hot as ever, she ran one stressed hand through her hair before sighing and looking where you disappeared. “Interesting.”

She followed you like a shadow, silent and creeping. She jotted down the number of your dorm room in her notebook before she pulled her headphones over her ears and walked off with a little grin tugging at her scarred lips. She'd make sure you're hers by the end of semester.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi was relentless with her work and she knew everything about you. She followed you around the campus with her eyes peeled. You saw her sometimes but never recognised her. All you saw was a dark figure with a grey hoodie and sweatpants. The figure followed you outside of campus and paused a few feet away from you when you purchased a donut. Your eyes squinted. You didn't question and headed back to the dorms.

Your windows were drawn that night and Vi tallied how many steps away from you she should maintain just so you didn't see her. But you had already started taking steps to make sure the stalker didn't get anything out of you. That night Vi bit her lip until it almost bled while she clicked on her laptop— you had made your profile private.

She glanced at the corkboard across the room and groaned, leaning back in her chair. She threw the grey hoodie into the laundry basket before she walked to the charted corkboard, running her hands over the Polaroids pinned to it.

“You'll be mine. Sooner or later.”

── .✦ You saw her, stalker!Vi propped against the wall of the café as she drank her coffee and held a book open in front of her. She was dressed in a loose, plain t-shirt and baggy shorts.

Your heart drummed in your chest.

You crossed the distance before your brain could register it and you were right there in front of her. “U-ummm, Violet, right?”

Vi looked up, her blue eyes wide and she almost dropped her book, “Yeah,” she choked out, clutching her coffee tightly, “that's me,” she nervously chuckled.

Her cheeks tinged pink and you smiled. She was adorable. “I always hear you're somewhat of a mathlete?”

Vi laughed, her voice a little wheezy before she cleared her throat and replied, “Yeah, I guess, always been at 95%.”

“Could you help me catch up a little?” you asked softly and Vi’s heart dropped to her pussy.

She nodded a little too eagerly before coughing and saying a hurried “yes”. She put her empty cup in the trash before grabbing up her bag, “I have to head to class, umm—”

You slid your phone to her, “Number?” Then, you gave her your signature doll-like smile. Just a little, subtle in the right ways.

Vi looked like she'd have a heart attack, “Y-yes,” she quickly typed her number on the dial pad with shaky fingers before turning. “Thanks!”

You looked at the number and felt your heart flutter before waving at her. Vi’s awkward figure half-jogged back into campus and you watched her take a turn and disappear.

You sighed and headed back to your own class. That night you cleaned up your dorm room and peeked out of the curtains every now and then. You saw Vi walk to the door from your window, she knocked. You opened the door and invited her in. Vi looked breathless so you sat her down and went to get her water.

As you filled a glass, you said, “I'm sorry, the windows and curtains are always drawn in here.”

“Why?” Vi took the glass and took a sip, before sighing in relief. Her throat must've been parched.

“Uhh, it's—” you trailed off. “Nothing.”

You both sat down and started going over some equations but you were barely able to concentrate. It didn't feel right. You wanted to ask Vi out and all, but you didn't want her to accept it without knowing the gravity of what you had entangled yourself in unknowingly. Last thing you wanted her for Vi to fall victim to the creepy stalker that you had.

“Hey, you good?” Vi asked, gentle.

“I'm sorry,” you put the pen down, closing your book, “I need to tell you something.”

“I'm listening…”

“I think someone is stalking me and—” you paused to let that sink in, “And I would love to take you out. I know it sounds irrelevant and creepy and confusing. But I promise you, I just don't want you to get into trouble or be at risk because of this creep. I just wanna be safe.” You hugged yourself, hands rubbing your elbows.

“That's awful,” Vi feigned worry, voice slow, “Have you tried figuring out who it is? You could report it, y’know?”

“They always wear this frayed grey hoodie.”

Vi’s hands on her bag tightened, balling into fists. Her grey hoodie was inside. “I see… I could help you if you'd like.”

“Really?” You beamed at her. “I’d love that. But how? And why?”

“I'm not just a nerd,” Vi flexed her arms and wiggled her brows, making you laugh. You hadn't felt this much lighter in weeks. Vi straightened, “And I just want you safe,” her knuckles brushed your cheek, “wouldn't want a pretty thing like you all scared and alone.”

That night you really smiled.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi was leaning forward over your desk, one knee hooked on the leg of your chair, explaining something about coefficients, but you weren’t really listening. You were distracted by the way her tattooed forearms flexed when she wrote. She shifted to grab her bag, probably reaching for her calculator, when the zipper gave way.

The sound was small. Your gaze dropped before hers did— A thick stack of Polaroids, bound together with a stretched, pale rubber band. You bent down automatically, reaching for them, but the second your fingers brushed the glossy surface, you froze.

The first photo was of you.

Not just you— you through the open square of your shower window, steam curling into the night air. Hair wet and clinging to your neck. You flipped the top one aside, then the next. Another, your head tipped back in the water. Another, your hands in your hair. Another, just the slope of your bare shoulder and a strip of condensation. All from the same angle. All from outside.

You didn’t breathe until you looked up.

Vi wasn’t scrambling to grab them. She wasn’t apologizing. She wasn’t even moving. She was just watching you. Blue eyes locked on your face, mouth curled at one corner.

Your heart stuttered hard enough to make you dizzy. “What—?”

“You weren’t supposed to see those yet, pretty girl.” Her voice was low, almost gentle.

Your breath caught. You should be standing, yelling, calling someone, anyone, but you just… sat there, heat pooling low in your stomach.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi sweetly spreads you out on your bed, the bedsheets smelled soft— like lavender. Like you.

“You look just as beautiful as I've always imagined you up close,” Vi gently tugged your shirt over your head followed by your skirt, “Maybe more.” She said after a moment of thought.

Your blush deepened, “Please,” your legs spread and Vi swallowed.

“Fuck,” she held your legs open by the knees and without warning dropped to her knees with a dull thud, “You're dripping wet,” she traced the drenched patch over your panties before smirked and tearing it off.

A surprised squeak left your throat before you settled in the feeling: Rough. You wanted it rough.

After Vi located the little box of sex toys you kept in your closet for whenever college became too much, she was already reaching for the biggest strap. And it didn't help that you looked so good with your ass up and face down. You hugged the pillow close to your chest as the mattress dipped behind you. Vi approached, cock head against your slit already.

“Ready for me, mamas?” She asked, her voice raspy.

“Mhm, ready as I'll ever be,” you confirmed.

Vi’s thrusts were rough and animalistic as she slammed into your weeping hole. Your mouth was open, drool slipping out as you bit the pillow to contain your moans. Vi smirked, her hand grabbing the scarf you had on nearby, bunching it to form a makeshift restraint.

“Scared others will hear?” Vi pulled your wrists back and tied them there in place.

You sobbed against your pillow, cheek flat against it, “V-Vi, you're so rough…”

“And you're quite loud, dear,” Vi said, her tone syrupy as she flipped you onto your back, a cruel smirk on her lips.

“V-Vi—” you were cut out when she stuffed the torn remnants of your panties in your mouth.

“Suck on your own juices,” she thrusted deep, “That's what you get for falling in love with the ‘creep’ that stalked you for all these weeks.”

She hit that sweet spot that made you see stars, your toes curled. Yet you couldn't really place it. This was so wrong but it felt so right. No man had ever sated your desires this way. Like Vi did. Fuck, she was addictive.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi’s strap game was so brutal your eyes were rolling back and orgasm rolled out of control but she didn't tolerate disrespect.

“Slut,” her hand wrapped around your throat, blocking your windpipe, “You wanna cum without permission?”

“B-baby—” your voice choked.

“Then you'll keep cumming.”

You regretted letting your body do its thing. Vi’s strap game was brutal for the next hour and all you could do was utter muffled groans and moans. Your jaw hurt and pussy was sore but her thrusts were relentless. Pace unmatched.

Her breath shuddered, soft pants crashing against your ear as she leaned in to kiss your forehead. Just a little show of affection through her harsh punishment.

“Baby, I'm cumming,” your voice was barely audible.

Vi didn't say anything. Nothing.

She choked you harder, her bigger frame looming over you as the strap kissed your cervix. Vi gave you a last look, a lascivious smile before she made you fall over the edge— your pussy convulsed, you came. But her hand never ceased, pressing at that one point that finally tipped you over the edge. Unconscious. So Vi could admire the way your breath stuttered slowly, as she waited for your consciousness to come back in— just to get your brain fucked into a little mush again.

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BARK BARK

[lunescore]

You should do the absolute KINKIEST thing you can think of (with Sevika or Ambessa or both)

Lots of bdsm, blood play/kink, rough and then soft (that juxtaposition is soooo much fun), overstimulation, edging, all that stuff >:}

SEVIKA & AMBESSA are finally reality and not fantasy—

TAGS: threesome, blood kink, BDSM, overstimulation, edging, masturbating mentioned, hopeless gay pining, degradation, slight body worship, dumbification, clit stimulation, objectification (dollification), cnc, aftercare hinted at and slightly shown too, not proofread.

—WORD COUNT: 1.4K words

── .✦ You told yourself: being tied up in General Medarda’s bed and having her fuck you senseless was the motive of your life. But the thought of having Sevika use your thighs as earmuffs also sounded so delicious.

You were ovulating. Of course.

Everything sounded like sex and you were grinding against the arm of your sofa the other day, moaning both their names. Maybe someone heard. You didn’t care. You came hard that night.

── .✦ You didn’t even know how this happened. Now you were between the two women, you had just gone back to the brothel as per usual— your workplace. Sevika turned up, a regular. She never chose you though. But today she did, and with her was Ambessa Medarda.

The tall women loomed over you, gazing down at you like you were some sort of a little virgin angel.

“Ahem,” you tried but failed.

Within seconds, you found yourself bound to the bed with your holes presented to the two women who you could only fantasize about till now. Sevika’s strap glistened with lube, “I’ve been watching you, your sad puppy eyes whenever I picked a different whore to fuck, just never you.”

Ambessa chuckled hearing your little whimper, kneeling down and kissing you. You whined softly into the kiss, her tongue tasted like wine and lips moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. Your voice was muffled, she swallowed your moans as you felt Sevika’s strap conveniently slide in.

Your eyes widened. “Mmmph!” your moans vibrated against Ambessa’s lips making the warlord chuckle and pull away just to admire your sheer beauty.

“I should mark my property, don't you think?” Ambessa asked, her voice lowered as she reached inside her pocket. She pulled out a sheathed dagger, tracing the covered tip of the blade along your cheek. You moaned.

Sevika slammed into you making your eyes roll back, you tried to focus and failed every time. Sevika’s other hand, the flesh one, reached down and rubbed your clit in slow circles making your body tense up. Ambessa flicked the sheath off and traced the blade over your lower back, as if calculating the skin and where to mark. You weren't even warned.

“A-ah!” Your voice broke, pussy clenching.

“You're such a slut for us, you'd let us do anything to you,” Sevika thrusted harder and you saw stars. You were drooling and sweaty ran down your collar as you felt the sting on your lower back where Ambessa pressed the blade. She carved your skin, the blade running smoothly on your skin and drawing out the Medarda emblem.

“I-it hurts,” you sobbed.

“Then why are you squeezing my cock?” Sevika slapped your ass. “You love this, don't you? Filthy girl.”

And you only got wetter.

── .✦ Your brain was a mush as Sevika’s cock stretched you out with every thrust, your blood trickled down your back and stung.

“Look at you,” Ambessa took one hand of yours in her surprisingly soft ones, “such delicate skin, hands.” She kissed your knuckles.

“She's gonna cum from the pain,” Sevika grunted.

“Oh?” Ambessa just looked intrigued.

“Fuckin’ hell, sluttiest hole I've ever filled,” Sevika grabbed your waist and rammed harder, wrecking you.

You gasped, body locking up as you climaxed. It was hard, flashing. You almost passed out. But you didn't. You saw gold, golden eyes— Ambessa's eyes watching you very closely before she stroked your messed hair back.

“Good girls don't cum without permission, do they?” her voice was sweet. So sweet it made your stomach churn.

And right you were— Sevika was already pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs by her mechanical hand. She smirked at the sight of your puffy cunt. Smack!

You cried out, “Sev, please!”

“Please, what? Please more?”

Sevika laughed, the sound rich and sexy. Before you could reply the head of her cock was already at your slit and— schlik! She was inside. Again. Ambessa’s hand found your clit and rubbed the sensitive thing— it throbbed, she chuckled.

“Look at you, you're sex-dazed.”

You let out a sound that was something between a sob and a whimper before your lip quivered and eyes closed. Your body was shaking, every thrust inside making your tits bounce. The carving on your lower back rubbed against the sheets causing waves of pain to shoot up your body. But you didn't care because you had Sevika's dick inside you and Ambessa's hands all over you.

“You wanna cum, don't you?” Sevika panted.

“Please!” You squeaked, ready to have another orgasm. Maybe even squirt.

Then she pulled out, rubbing your juices off the shaft as if it were her real cock and she was jerking it. It slicked to the top and dripped onto your aching pussy.

You whimpered. Loud. Ungrateful.

“Why?” You pouted.

“Why?” Sevika grabbed you by your throat, pulling you up just enough to make your brain melt all over again. You could've come from that. “Why, because needy little sex dolls like you don't get to cum when they want to and you did so anyway without either of our permissions.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing, soaking the sheets underneath. “I've been good.” You insisted, eyes glossy, mascara smudged.

Sevika scoffed. Ambessa shifted, her chest against your back, you thought she’d make you cum. Finally give into your whim because she's not as cruel as Sevika. Right? No.

── .✦ If you thought Ambessa was empathetic considered to Sevika, it's time to rethink all your crucial life decisions. Ambessa's hand creeped under your knees, pulling them up so they dangled hopelessly from her toned arms. She spread your swollen pussy lips and looked at Sevika, giving her the green. Sevika’s eyes gleamed. Gleamed with mischief. Something feral, something animalistic. Like she wasn't fucking you to her full potential and now she most definitely would let herself go crazy on your hole.

You sobbed, loudly. Screamed when she thrusted in a certain angle because her strap was so huge it was not only stretching you out lewdly and making your cunt squelch with every harsh thrust— it kissed your cervix and knocked all the air out of your lungs. Your legs didn't even have a feel anymore and you were just hiccuping.

“P-p-please, can't… no… more,” your brain was scattered. Your head stayed leaned against Ambessa’s right shoulder as you felt Sevika wreck you into oblivion. “Can't… no more…”

“There we go, just cum for us. One time, yeah?” Ambessa kissed your temple. That same sweet tone.

Your tummy coiled, “‘m close…” your voice was tiny.

“Go ahead, let it all out.”

Your lips parted, staring at the ceiling with glossed eyes— not a thought between those brains. “I'm cumming,” you mumbled, dazed.

After you did, your body just gave away. You slumped back into Ambessa's arms like a doll, still shaky from the crashing orgasm. Your breaths took a little time to find a steady pace before slowing.

“You took us so well,” Sevika rubbed your lower belly, “never thought you had it in you.”

“Why?” You squinted.

“You always looked like a squeaky little bunny girl.”

She left you staring at her in amusement and shock, both. Ambessa, meanwhile, whispered to you, “you did so good, dear one.” Her hand weaved through your sweat-dampened hair, “what do you want to eat, hmm? I'll have the chef prepare something— anything, that you want.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly. Not from lust or shame. From adoration. “Chef?” You repeated.

“Yes, chef,” she chuckled.

Sevika got back, wiping down your leg with a clean, wet towel she got from Janna-knows-where.

“Are you alright?” Sevika asked, her voice gentle.

You almost doubled over in a fit of giggles, “mhm.” Your tone was bright for someone who got the fucking of a lifetime.

“Pussy feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Took me so well, bunny,” Sevika pecked your pussy as if kissing it goodbye before throwing your clothes at you— all that softness disappearing, “let's head outta here.”

Ambessa shifted, you did too but then you felt a big arm wrap around your waist and you were hauled up in Ambessa's arms. She smirked, didn't say anything and carried you out of there like she was yours.

Your General Medarda. And your emotionally complex Sevika.

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Please you don’t understand how much I love your writing!!! I hated Ambessa before reading your fics and now she’s just so hawt so tysm for awakening my love for ambessa 🩷🩷

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Going to a rave with sev in the most scandalous outfit known to man while tries to hold herself back from fucking you endlessly 😛

MOMMY!SEVIKA’S libido doesn’t last her through a Rave—

TAGS: sex in a bathroom stall, slight fingering, oral, dirty talk, degradation, mommy kink, round two implied

── .✦ Sevika’s jaw tensed when she saw you walk out of the dressing room dressed in a mini black dress that rode up your thigh, exposing the beautiful skin underneath.

She cleared her throat. “You’re wearing that?”

You nodded, putting in an earring, “Yeah, what’s the matter?” Your lips quirked in a smirk, “Jealous?”

Sevika’s nostrils flared, arms crossing. She averted her gaze, “... No.”

── .✦ Sevika tried. Janna, she really did. She tried her best not to look at you but how could she not when you looked like the goddess of sex yourself. Her hands were itching to pin you to the closest surface and fist your cunt until you sob into her shoulder like the little bitch in heat that you can be.

“You enjoy, baby, I’ll be right back,” Sevika whispered, her voice faint in her throat when she left.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Where are you—?”

“Bathroom.”

And she was gone. You stared after her, eyes wide with confusion before you shrugged it off. But Sevika? No, she was a damp, aroused mess. She leaned against the interior wall of the bathroom cubicle before grunting and sticking one hand inside her boxers.

Wet. Drenched.

Her cheeks flushed, teeth biting her bottom lip. She was oozing with need in here and you were out there having fun. She didn't want to ruin this for you with her uncontrollable sex drive. Before she could compose herself and pretend this never happened, your footsteps clicked in the bathroom.

“Sev?” You called, “you in here?” She considered staying silent but you saw her boots and stopped in front of the stall, “baby?” fuckin’ hell, you sounded so damn innocent.

── .✦ “Bend over and stay quiet.”

“Sevika!”

Her hand was over your mouth before you realised and she pulled your panties down, leaving them around your knees. Her fingers spread your cheeks, and she grinned victoriously seeing your twitching hole. You were wet too.

“There you go, pretty little slut, you are gushing.” Sevika said, amused.

Your cheeks reddened, “that’s not true…”

Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt it, her fingers dipped inside your warm pussy, coercing out more of your liquids. “You're dripping like a broken faucet and denying it too?”

Your pussy clenched around nothing and Sevika’s mouth watered. Without warning she dropped to her knees and spun you around so that your pussy was right above her face.

“Now, don’t make too much noise, we wouldn’t want anybody hearing, right?” She asked, hand squeezing your thigh.

You nodded, shaky, “y-yes, mommy…”

The first few licks were slow and deliberate, her slightly rough tongue pressed against your core and licked you in warm, wet strokes. Her tongue flattened against your vulva, collecting all that sweet nectar you’d been dripping all day.

“M-mommy, please,” your hand held her hair, tightening your grip against her scalp every time her tongue reached your clit.

“Babygirl, you taste so good,” Sevika muttered, mouth working harder.

The next few licks were terrifyingly precise. Too good. You were shaking now, your thighs quivered as you leaned against the bathroom stall door, hand holding your mouth so tightly you could barely breathe. Sevika nipped at your inner thigh— a small bite and a hickey— then she returned to your pussy.

── .✦ By the time Sevika was done with you, your legs were jelly and your brain was a mush. You didn’t have enough energy to last through the night outside so you just meekly asked—

“Baby, can we please go home?”

Sevika chuckled, “Tired?”

You just nodded and Sevika needed nothing more. You both walked out, the space between your thighs sticky and Sevika smelled like you.

“Round two in the car.”

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Sev… come home, the kids and I miss you 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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I was hoping you could maybe do a Vi x Fem reader head cannons of how Vi would fuck reader in each era like Vi in prison, S1 act 2-3 Vi, Enforcer Vi, pitfighter Vi, and S1 act 3 Vi. It could kinda be like if she’s a soft dom, mean dom, what kinks she likes and would do to reader, certain pet names, certain positions, etc, or whatever you think would go with each of these eras. Idk if any of this makes since but this was just a random though that came to me 😭

𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐕𝐈 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄—

Violet (ARCANE) x Prisoner Girlfriend!Reader ⋆.˚

★ SYNOPSIS: Vi meets you as a fellow prisoner at Stillwater and you both bond over your hate for… well, everyone. Unexpectedly, you both keep hooking up and start openly developing feelings for each other. Much to your dismay, Vi gets released and becomes an Enforcer for the Topside— you're anxious she will cheat. Vi, although telling you she will never, does so in the end and breaks your heart. Vi tells you and breaks down, regretting everything but you tell her it's okay and perhaps you both should break up. A long while later, you're out of prison and meet Vi again— she's changed so much but she cherishes you like she should have from the start.

★ CONTENT: thigh grinding, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, no aftercare, GENTLE!VI, oral, eye contact, slightly angsty and sad, prison sex, strap sex, reader referred as a masochist, cheating themes, breakup scene ahead, slight mention of self harm, slight bulging, sex at the pitfight ring prep room

★ AUTHOR: I love this idea!! Thank you anon baby!!

Prisoner Vi

Thigh grinding, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, no aftercare, gentle!Vi, oral, eye contact

── .✦ Vi knew you'd become her prison bitch the moment she laid eyes on you. And you didn't even deny it. She was so hot, so gentle whenever you asked for it. Most of the time, her pent-up anger made her rough when it came to sex though. But you never complained. Maybe you liked it when she was like that. Sometimes though, she found you in your cell and left you a horny little mess by teasing you with her fingers. She knew you'd come crawling back to her cell at night after lights are out. You're just a needy little thing after all.

── .✦ “Vi,” you gasped when her thigh slotted between yours, she had you backed up and pinned against the wall.

“Yeah? You like it like this, don't you?” Her hands slid under your shirt and palmed your tits, she leaned in, “so beautiful…”

Your mouth hung open and Vi took the chance, her lips crashing into yours. Her lips were chapped as they moved against yours, her tongue slipped in your mouth and explored— heated. Loving.

Vi squeezed your tits, fingers toying with your nipples. “Baby,” you gasped, “don't twist them!”

Vi chuckled and tugged, twisting the right one. She smirked, “Want daddy's fingers inside?”

“Y-yes,” you ground against her thigh.

That's how Vi’s slender yet strangely expert fingers found their way inside your sopping mess of a cunt. She thrusted hard and curled them in all the right places as you melted down in her arms. Your hole twitched, clit pulsed in need. Your arms circled around Vi’s neck to just hold her there as you moaned in her ear.

“Daddy, please, fuck, you're— you feel so good, you're fucking me so good,” your moans came in meek little whispers, tickling Vi’s ear.

“There you go, dollface, fall apart in my arms, yeah?”

She held you through your climax like you were made of glass and you wouldn't have it any other way. Vi’s fingers slipped outside after a while, your liquids coming down to her knuckles in a drip, she licked it clean. Like a woman starved.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” she kissed you right after making you taste yourself.

She turned to leave later that time. No aftercare. No nothing. You grabbed her wrist, she turned.

Your eyes bleared with unshed tears, “Will you be back?”

Vi reached forward, hand behind your head and pulled your head down just a little so she could kiss the crown of your head. “Y'know where to find me.”

── .✦ You stepped out, legs shaky but deliberate as you walked the stony steps to Vi’s cell. Your footsteps padded softly, almost soundless as you approached the cell room. Vi looked up.

“Knew you'd be back, princess,” she walked closer to the cell bars, a smirk on her face.

You grinned. The moment you were inside, Vi was handsy. Her calloused palms caressed and squeezed your body all over as she laid you down on the weather uncomfortable cot at the corner, she smiled taking in your flushed form.

“You look so good under me, I might as well just keep you when we get outta here,” Vi gave you a wink.

Your breath hitched, you hit her arm playfully, “Don't say things you don't mean.”

Vi didn't say anything, instead she silently leaned down between your thighs and let your legs frame her head, her nose grazed your clit— still covered by the thin cotton of your underwear. She brought them down with her teeth, undeterred eye contact the entire time.

“Look at me while I eat you,” her tongue touched your entrance and your tummy fluttered with butterflies. Or maybe just that urge to orgasm.

Vi’s muscular biceps locked around your thighs so you could squirm away even if you tried to, her mouth working on you in slow, messy laps. She ate you as if you were the only decent meal in prison. Her tongue never stopped, her eyes still open and staring right into yours.

Your eyes squeezed shut, head tilting back, ‘Oh, Janna, fuck— you're too good to me, daddy…”

“Look at me.” Vi whispered as if it were a plea, she waited until you looked into her powder blue eyes until she proceeded again— making you finish over and over on her tongue, in her cot, in her cell.

Enforcer Vi

Slightly angsty and sad, prison sex, strap sex, reader referred as a masochist, cheating themes, breakup scene ahead (so get your tissues), again no aftercare, slight mention of self harm, daddy kink, slight bulging

── .✦ “I told you I'd be back here for you,” Vi pushed you against the wall of your cell.

“But you've joined them,” you muttered, your eyes pitiful when you looked at her, Vi squeezed your waist.

Her voice broke, “I know.”

You didn't want an explanation, you just wanted Vi safe. And she knew that. She didn't fuck you that night, no. She kissed you deeply, her hand holding your jaw to guide you through the kiss. Vi didn't know what to say and that was okay. You just wanted to be held that night.

“I’ve missed you,” your hand moved to bundle in her uniform, “Blue looks good on you.”

Vi laughed. “Thanks, babe, you look good in everything,” she kissed you again— slower this time. She let herself enjoy it even though she felt like she didn't deserve it.

“Vi, when will I get out?” You asked, longing.

“Soon, love, soon,” she held your head against her chest for a little, just so you could hear the way her heart raced.

“Not soon,” you thought, you knew you'd be here a while.

── .✦ Vi pulled strings even though there was only so much she could do as a Piltie enforcer. You never asked for it, but you sure as hell were grateful. The meal change was a drastic improvement and you were sleeping better in your new, cleaner cell.

It was past two in the morning and you tried to sleep on the new cot— tossing and turning. But you couldn't sleep. Where was Vi? It had been a full week. You then heard footsteps, heavy footsteps. Ones that sounded like Vi’s. You rushed to the bars, peering out into the darkness and squinting.

“Violet?”

The air shifted and Vi appeared with a small smile, “I'm here,” she unlocked the cell and slipped inside, closing the door behind herself, “I missed you.” She picked you up, your legs crossing around her waist as she pinned you to the wall.

“What took you so long?” You pouted.

“Had to make sure the idiots were outta the way so I could come meet my pri—”

“—Prisoner.” you deadpanned.

“Princess. I was going to say princess.” Vi tucked back a loose strand of your matted hair.

“Sure you were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Hey,” Vi held your face, having you look at her properly. “We are in this together, and I'm never gonna forget about you.”

“What if one day you meet some hot Enforcer and decide to bail on me?” Your eyes glimmered with tears under the dim light of the cell.

Vi’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, “Baby,” she moved closer, nose to nose with you, “That is never going to happen, alright? I'm yours. Forever.”

Vi stayed back that night although you didn't fully trust her commitment. You let her hands wander, she pressed the bulge of her pants against your front and you giggled, wiping your tears. “Did you grow a dick when you became an Enforcer?”

“Did I?” Vi gave you a lopsided smile.

You grinned and palmed her bulge, “That's a strap.”

Vi feigned offense. “That's my dick.” a beat of silence. “Undo my zipper.”

That you did and that's how you both ended up with your legs folded against your chest and Vi’s strap pushing up against your entrance, the bulbous head stretching your entrance only slightly.

“This may hurt,” Vi whispered.

“Y'know I love pain,” you whispered back and kissed her nose.

Vi gave you a little smirk before she rammed inside, all at once. Your breath seized when you felt the thick shaft dragging against your tight virgin walls, your hole clenched and your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Baby, your dick’s so big…” you whimpered as she pounded you.

Your breath came in small huffs as Vi’s strap disappeared in you completely, “Feel that, baby?” Vi rubbed your tummy, “I'm right here,” she pressed down just a little so you could feel the bulge.

“M-mmm… you're so big, daddy,” your toes curled as she hit that one sweet spot inside you.

“Yeah? Fuck,” Vi grunted as she moved harder, “your pretty self is gonna become the death of me.”

Vi thrusted again, this time biting down on the sensitive skin around your nipple, you moaned so loud that she had to muffle it out with her hand.

“Shhh, princess,” she kissed your temple, “Someone could hear.”

Vi’s thrusts after that were downright brutal, you thought the cot would break due to its squeaky protests under the weight of the pair of you two. Your hands scratched at Vi’s clothed back restlessly as you felt her silicone dick stretching your needy pussy out. Your juices were slick, glistening and forming a white ring around her cock before eventually— you came undone all over her shaft.

“B-baby, can you stay a bit?” You were trembling.

“Not too long, ‘m sorry, princess,” Vi kissed you, briefly. “But I promise you, it'll get better.”

Your eyes flickered with something akin to sadness but you tried to smile, “Mhm, I know.”

Vi pulled out, cleaning her strap out hastily before she zipped herself up. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Good…—” she was already out the cell. “—night… I guess.” Your eyes fell to your own messed form before you sighed.

── .✦ Vi didn't come around for the next few weeks. The days passed in a blur. And you barely ate. It wasn't because the food was horrible. You just didn't have an appetite. When she did come along, she smelled like somebody else.

“Vi,” you tried to touch her but she flinched away like it burned her.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I don't deserve you.”

“Why would you say that?” your eyebrows curled up in sadness.

“I did it,” Vi admitted vaguely, “I did it with someone else. It was an accident, and I wanted to keep it from you. And I— I—...” Vi’s voice died down. “I wish I could skin myself alive. I didn't want to hurt you.”

She collapsed to her knees in front of you. You'd comfort her if you weren't so shocked. “Oh.”

“I'm sorry,” Vi’s arms wrapped around your waist, head against your knee. “I'm sorry,” she sobbed pathetically.

You knelt down too, “It's okay,” you tried to smile despite it all, “Is she nice?”

That made Vi cry harder. So you just held her there in silence for a while before you asked in a slow measured voice.

“Who is she?”

“Caitlyn.” Vi croaked out.

“Caitlyn Kiramman?” you asked just to confirm and Vi gave you the tiniest nod.

“It's okay,” you held her face, making her look at her, “It was never meant to be. You're an enforcer now and I'm just…”

“You're my princess,” Vi’s voice broke.

“I'm a prisoner, Violet.” You corrected, “And that's okay, I hope things work out with you and Kiramman.” you got up, helping her up too, “And thanks for stopping by,” you paused. “—and for not lying to me.”

Pitfighter Vi

Aftercare implied but not shown, fingering at the pitfight ring prep room, gentle talk through sex

── .✦ “Free finally,” you mumbled to yourself, feeling sticky and gross as you left the confines of Stillwater.

Your chest ached dully, remembering everything that went down with Vi. You'd always imagined her on this very day, beaming at you and twirling with you in her arms. With a heavy heart, you walked back to Zaun, eyes focused on the street ahead of you as you turned the knob for your apartment door.

Your sister, Hailey, groaned from the couch, toppling out of it. “Hey, sis, you're finally out,” she smiled at you, drunk.

“Hey,” you closed the door behind yourself, “How's everything?”

“Could be better,” she shrugged, “I heard what happened.”

“Huh?” your eyebrows furrowed.

“Everything with that Enforcer? Well, ex-Enforcer,” Hailey grumbled, reaching for a glass of lemon water, “Entirety of Zaun pities you.”

“Great,” you slumped onto the couch beside her.

“She's gotten hotter.”

“Shut up.”

A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you leaned and rested your head on your older sister’s shoulder. “How is she?” You asked in a small murmur.

“Vi went ahead and became a pitfighter,” Hailey put her glass down, “She broke up with Caitlyn, it was real messy and now she's all emo and whatnot.”

You snorted, leaning back against the couch, “I need a shower.”

“Do you wanna go say ‘hi’ to her?” Hailey asked, “I know you guys were close.”

“I don't want to overstep.” You looked away.

“I'm sure Vi would love for you to be there while she punches out big dudes.” Hailey grinned and you threw a cushion at her.

“Drink your damn lemon water.”

── .✦ You took a shower and dressed up a little nice that day, checking yourself in the mirror at least a hundred times before leaving the apartment with your sister giggling after you.

“Don't come home before 2!” Hailey giggled, “Better yet don't come home at all!”

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you walked out, Hailey had scribbled the address down on a piece of paper that crumpled in your jacket pocket.

The pit was loud and people were cheering, some tearing their clothes off and spit flying in the air. You paused there and grimaced, looking around. You didn't like the place. You just wanted Vi. You saw the curtained backstage door and despite your better judgement, you worked straight in. The door creaked open and you saw Vi in front of the mirror, some sort of ink-like black stuff running down her eyes.

She did get hotter.

Her chest was binded tightly as were her forearms and she didn't look all that well mentally. Vi saw your reflection in the mirror as you stood at the threshold nervously shifting weight from one leg to another— unsure if you belonged there.

“Vi—” you began but your brain blanked when she turned around. “... You look different.”

“I look hideous.” Vi said bitterly, crossing the room in two quick strides, standing right in front of you. Fuck, she had got even more muscular than before.

“You don't,” you denied, your mouth suddenly feeling so dry. “I heard what happened with Kiramman.”

“Don't,” Vi snapped.

You flinched. Guilt flickered in Vi’s eyes.

“I'm sorry,” she sat down at the bench, “too soon.”

You stood there for a little while before walking to her side and sitting down next to her, “I couldn't stop thinking of you.”

“You're not mad at me?” Vi looked up through her lashes.

“Don't get me wrong,” you turned to face her, “I am very mad at you. But I also love you so very much, Violet, I just wished things worked out between us and—”

Vi kissed you. That's all she had needed to hear. Her lips moved against yours, and your eyes were wide from shock before you melted into the kiss. Vi’s hands were instantly in your hair, kissing you like she meant it this time. Kissing you as if promising you she'd never leave again.

“I love you,” she gasped between the kisses, she went in again— this time strong and purposeful as she pulled you closer by the waist.

“Mmm, baby, your spit tastes like blood,” you mumbled against her lips.

“Sorry,” she breathed, “Took a few to the jaw last round,” she pushed you against the bench, her hand sliding under your top and squeezing your left breast, “Mm, I missed these.”

You giggled, wrapping your legs around her before your hands grabbed at her waist, “Look at you, your abs got more defined.”

“Is that so?” Vi replied, her voice husky. Her other hand slipped under your dress, knuckles grazing your crotch, “Do you want me here, baby?”

You nodded, “I missed you so much,” your legs parted, “Make it up to me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

── .✦ Vi was in it before you even knew it, her hand desperately pushed your panties aside before pumping two digits in your tight wet heat. The moans you let out were vulgar.

Your eyes rolled back and you stammered, “V-Vi, how did you get s-so— fuck!— much better at this?”

Vi only gave you a grin before her two fingers became three, she curled them and you gasped— breathless. Your pussy squeezed her fingers as if wanting to keep them inside forever.

“Oh, baby,” Vi left hickeys on your neck, “Everyone’s gonna know you're mine, and I'm gonna treat you like the princess that you are. Baby, I promise.”

“V-Vi, oh my goodness!” Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt her other hand’s fingers circling your clit.

“I want you to cum on my hand, and then I'm walking right out of this fuckin’ pit and giving you the princess treatment that you deserve.” Vi growled before she kissed you again, swallowing your moans.

Your body tensed and you came undone in her arms, she always knew how to make you break.

“I was impetuous,” Vi kissed your corner of your mouth, “And I'm sorry, but I promise you, baby, if you give me the chance now— I'll make you the happiest girl ever.”

Your eyes were glossy with tears but you wiped them before they could fall, “I love you so much, Vi.” your arms wrapped around her broad shoulders and Vi picked you with one arm— easy.

Vi walked out of the pit that day with a promise to keep and a girl to treasure and she didn't look back. Not really. Because now, she was complete.

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Head Over Heels

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: College AU. Cheerleader Base Vi x Cheerleader Flyer Reader

Words: 4106

Synopsis: Paired with a new stunt partner for the year, you quickly fall head over heels - no pun intended - for Violet Lanes.

Warnings: Female reader, I've avoided describing reader's physical appearance but she is petite, lesbian pining, clueless reader, reader has some insecurities if you squint, height difference, alcohol (college party), fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (Vi receiving), spit kink, dirty talk/sexual language

Notes: I did as much research into cheerleading as I could, but I wrote this in 24hrs so there might be stuff I've gotten wrong!

“Are you sure about this, Coach?” you whispered tentatively.

Coach Ambessa didn’t even look up from her clipboard. “She came from Zaun University, one of their best bases. She’s already practiced with Mel and a few others, now she’s partnered with you.”

When you didn’t immediately move away, just kept anxiously rubbing chalk on your palms, she finally looks up and sighs.

“Just run a few drills with her, see how you get on. Mel vouched for her. Now go. Not an option.”

With that, you were dismissed.

You turned and watched your new stunt partner across the gym as she chatted with your assigned spotters. She might have the muscles for a base, but she looked nothing like anyone else on the team. Bright pink hair just past her shoulders, shaved low on one side. Arms and back decorated with black ink. Bandages on her hands and wrists.

Then there was you. Typical flyer – petite, small frame, easy to throw around. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, as per Coach Ambessa’s instructions. Cheer uniform pristine.

You were a deep breath away from making your way over to the tumble mats when she looked over at you. Violet Lanes. Your new partner. Something about her felt like it was drawing you in, but you couldn't move. She lifted a hand and beckoned you over with two fingers, and somehow your legs started moving by themselves. You also thought you gave a whimper, but you couldn’t be sure, it was probably just someone’s shoes squeaking on the floor.

With her hands on her hips, she watched you approach, clearly eyeing you up and down. Obviously just gauging your size and stature, so she would know if she could lift you. Yes, that’s definitely what it was.

When you were close enough, you saw she had another tattoo on her face, on her cheekbone. VI. Was it for her name, or the Roman numeral?

“You mine today?” she asked, looking down at you. She wasn’t that tall, maybe 5’8”, but everyone had to look down at your tiny 5’ frame.

Your heart stopped. “Uh…Yes, yes, I am.” You awkwardly give her your name.

She nodded. “Cool. What do you wanna do first?”

Still unsure of this girl’s capabilities, you decided to play it safe. “Can you do a Toss Chair?”

She looked at you for a second, then smirked. “Yeah, yeah, I can do a Toss Chair.”

You nodded and got in position in front of her, both spotters stepping closer from the sides.

With her hands on your hips, she leant forward and whispered in your ear, “Ready, sweetheart?"

You almost trembled. “On three,” you nodded.

On the count of three, you crouched low and pushed yourself off the ground, her hands lifting you up. Just as you reached the top of your jump, one of her hands grasped your downward calf, the other supporting your butt. You blushed. Maybe this wasn’t the best first stunt to do.

You came out of the stunt and nervously clapped with the spotters. “Uh, good, good. Um…You okay with a Toss Extension?”

“I’m good.”

Standing in front of her again, she held your hips again.

“Ready?”

You nodded. “On three.”

You crouched low again and jumped as high as you could. With a firm hold on your hips, Violet propelled you further into the air, until she caught your feet in her hands. Standing tall with your arms extended upwards, it took you a second to realise that you weren’t moving at all. Violet was completely steady under you. Some movement was normal, with the tension in your base’s arms, and the flyer trying to balance, but there was nothing. She was fully supporting all your weight, without so much as twitching.

You continued the practice and Violet handled everything you asked of her. By the end of it, she wasn’t sweating or even flushed. It was easy for her, to throw you around for a whole hour. And that excited you.

At the end of practice, Coach Ambessa came over to the two of you. “How did it go? I saw a lot of it; you looked like you managed each other well.”

You blushed. “Yes, Coach. I think it was good…?” You looked to Violet questioningly.

“Cupcake handles like a dream,” she smirked.

“Good, then neither of you will object to being partners this year.”

Vi didn't mind at all having you as her flyer, and you were more than happy with her as your base. Over the weeks and months, you'd gotten to know each other well and built that bedrock of trust necessary for all cheering partners. You literally trusted her with your life.

Which is why you had the biggest crush on her. More than that, you were in love with her. Utterly smitten. Pathetic, really. It's so cliché: the petite cheerleader head over heels – no pun intended – with her butch base.

But it was so easy to love Vi. She was smart, funny, charming, opened doors for you, carried your books, kept the creeps away from you at parties, put her jacket around your shoulders when you were cold – you never even had to ask, she just knew when you were cold! Her lifting you over her head with one arm was just a bonus.

But she, of course, didn't like you back. How could she? She was perfect, had all the girls swooning over her, even those who swore they were straight. But whenever a girl came up to her and asked her out, she'd just look at you and say to the girl, “you're not my type”.

You were struggling to work out what her type was. Tall girls were a no, but apparently so were shorter girls? Brunettes didn't get a look in, but neither did blondes or redheads. Thinner girls; curvy girls; long hair; short hair; femme types; other butches... Vi didn't seem to like anyone.

But maybe she did like you? You got a possible clue when you were practicing a more complicated lift sequence. You'd done a few tosses to warm up, then you'd shared an idea for a new move. You'd backflip onto her shoulders, then she'd flip you up into a handstand.

She nodded along and you got practicing. The first half was easy enough, you'd figured out quickly how low she needed to crouch for you to land on her shoulders without injuring either of you. Seated on her shoulders, her seemingly not noticing your weight at all, you were working out how best to get you into the toss and flip so you could land hand-to-hand. You were discussing it with your spotters and assistant coach, when you heard Vi say something below you.

“...facing the wrong way...”

When you asked her about it, she brushed it off and you kept practicing. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. You hadn't been facing the wrong way, you were on her shoulders correctly. If you'd been facing the other way, your crotch would have been right in her face! She must have meant something else.

Another day, you wanted to try something else. She held you over her head in an extended handstand, your arms only twitching a little as you held your balance. She barely moved at all, totally at ease with your weight over her head.

As she held you up, you asked, “Can I try something?”

She smirked under you, never breaking eye contact, “Whatcha thinking, Cupcake?”

“If you just hold still, I could do a splits?”

She chuckled, the sound seductive in her throat. “Go for it, baby.”

Slowly, focusing on your balance and core control, you carefully opened your legs into a sideways split.

“Good girl, sweetheart, keep those legs open,” she encouraged.

You gasped.

You fell.

You lost your balance at her unexpected comment, falling forwards down her front. In a split second, as you were trained to do, you moved your arms to grip her shoulders and tucked your legs. She caught you under your thighs, holding your body against hers.

“She's mine, I've got her,” she growled at your spotters as they rushed in to help. “She's mine. You okay there, Cupcake?” she asked, bouncing you playfully in her arms to help shake off the shock.

You nodded dumbly, your heart pounding as it always did when you fell. But you couldn't deny it also pounded for another reason. With your arms around her neck and shoulders, your legs around her waist, and her arms under your hips, your bodies were fully pressed against each other. You could feel her muscled torso against you, separated only by your uniforms. And you loved it.

“I'm sorry I fucked up that stunt.”

You looked up from your compact as you reapplied your make up. Your heart stopped again. Fresh out the showers with a towel around her waist and another draped over her shoulders to cover her breasts, Vi stood in front of you, absolutely glorious.

You had to clear your throat. “It's not your fault, I should have kept my balance.”

“No, no, I didn't think about what I was saying. I didn't realise how it might sound. I just wanted to tell you how good you were doing.”

You blushed. “It's fine, really. We’ll get there, we just need to keep trying.”

Vi nodded, crossing her arms, her sculpted biceps on show. “You going to that party tonight?”

You smiled. “It's at my house, so yeah,” you teased.

If it were possible, Vi looked like she was blushing. “Right, yeah, obviously. Do you want a ride-? No, because it's at your house! Right, I'll see you later, sweetheart.”

The day went so much slower since you knew Vi was coming to the party. All you wanted to do was slip on your dress, make yourself beautiful (for her) and have a good night.

So when you got home, that's what you did. A full shower after your quick after-practice one, including your full hair care, exfoliating, and shaving routines. You tried to deny why you were so thorough for a regular house party but you knew what you were hoping for. Who you were hoping for.

A few hours later, the party was in full swing. Music blared, the drinks were flowing, the dance floor in the living room packed full of students living their best life. You were opening a bag of chips to put in a serving bowl when you spotted her across the house.

God, she looked good. As always. Somehow, dressed in her regular leather jacket, a plain grey tank top, ripped black jeans, and boots, she still took your breath away. She carried a ¼ barrel keg on her shoulder with ease, nonchalantly talking to Mel and Jayce as she did. You tried not to stare, you really did, but you couldn't help it.

After a few seconds, she looked around the room and saw you. Her eyes lit up and she made her way over to you, the crowd parting for her when they saw the goodies she carried, some people patting her back and cheering.

When she got close, she gave you her typical Vi smirk. “Hey, sweetheart. You look fantastic.”

You blushed, “Thank you. You look hot,” you blurted out.

Her smirk widened. “Where should I put this?”

“We made space here,” you stepped around the kitchen island and led her over an empty space against the kitchen wall.

“Stand back, Cupcake,” she said, carefully lifting the keg off her shoulder and placing it down. “You want to do the honours?”

“But you brought it!”

“C'mon, sweetheart, open it up.” She helped you tap the keg and gave you the first drink. You hated beer but you drank a small cup with her anyway. She laughed at the face you pulled. “Let's get you a cocktail, sugar.”

You spent the whole night with Vi, chatting with her and your friends, sitting or standing somewhere just the two of you, or getting some fresh air in the garden. When it got chilly in the evening air, she obviously put her jacket around your shoulders and pulled you in close.

By the early hours of the morning, the raging house party had settled into a calm after-party, those of you who remained sitting on the couches or floor in the living room. Vi sat on the floor, leaning back against the armchair you'd been sat in. She’d started off rubbing your legs, sore from practice and dancing. But as that threatened to lull you to sleep, you climbed off the chair and cuddled into her lap, your head tucked under her chin. If you were going to fall asleep, you wanted to be in her arms.

You were all just chatting the hours away. Some people switched to soft drinks or water to sober up a little, others kept drinking. You and Vi were the former, you sipping a cup of herbal tea whilst Vi enjoyed a coffee.

After a while, a very drunk Jayce started a game of Spin the Bottle. Everyone groaned good-naturedly but played along. Some truths, some dares, some kisses. After a few minutes, the bottle landed on the two of you.

“Is that Vi or Y/N? Or both?” Mel joked.

“Both!” Jayce insisted. “And I know what to do!”

“Don't we get to pick Truth, Dare, or Kiss?” Vi challenged, one hand still absently rubbing your calf.

“It's all three,” Jayce cheerfully explained. “You two gotta explain why you haven't even kissed yet when you're both clearly obsessed with each other and then you're gonna do it! Kiss!”

The room filled with cheers and chanting of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” but your heart ached.

“That's not funny, Jayce,” you said quietly, sitting up in Vi’s lap. The room fell silent, clearly sensing your mood shift. Everyone, including Vi, looked at you closely. “Vi doesn't feel that way about me, so don't make jokes-”

A calloused hand cupped your jawline, lifted your head, and Vi’s lips pressed firmly against yours. You melted instantly into her arms, whimpering into her mouth. You didn't even hear the room erupting into cheers and applause.

“Finally,” Jayce groaned dramatically.

Vi’s hands held you tightly in her arms, almost afraid to let you go. You shifted up on her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck. Her lips felt amazing against yours, tasting like the coffee she was drinking and something distinctly Violet. You moved one hand into her hair and she squeezed your hips in return.

“Okay, guys, cool it, you've proved your point.”

Vi ignored them, repositioning you in her lap, your knees on either side of her hips, straddling her.

“Whoa, Vi! We're still here!”

She growled against your lips, hating the interruptions after months of longing. She pulled away for a second, ready to tell everyone to shut the fuck up, but you whispered in her ear.

“Take me upstairs.”

She didn't argue. Gripping your thighs, she stood up with ease, carrying you in her arms as she practically ran upstairs. You occupied yourself with kissing her neck and running your hands through her hair as she desperately tried to find your room.

“Fuck, which one’s yours?”

“Room Six,” you answered, pressing your chest into hers.

She eventually found it, opening the door and pressing you against the closest wall when she slammed it shut.

“I've waited so long for this,” she groaned against your lips.

“You have?”

She chuckled. “Fuck me, Cupcake, wasn't it obvious?”

In that moment, it clicked. Looking back, it had been obvious. All the jokes, which were actually flirts. Opening doors, giving you her jacket, scaring away any men who tried to hit on you, turning down every single woman who asked her out...

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered as she traced the line of your panties against your inner thigh.

She pulled her head away from your neck, looking at you closely. “What for, sweetheart?”

“If I’d picked up on it sooner-”

She shushed you gently. “It doesn't matter, baby. We're here now.” With that, she moved her thumb over your sodden underwear. “Ready, are we?”

You mewled. “So ready.”

“Good girl,” she praised, pressing her thumb to your clit. You whined and she did it again. You couldn't stop gasping and begging, and she didn't stop rubbing your throbbing clit.

“Fuck me, Vi, please,” you begged, rubbing against her thumb.

She chuckled, sliding her fingers under your panties and pulling them to the side. “Fuck, you're soaked. Is this all for me, sweet girl?” You nodded pathetically. “Beg me again,” she whispered against your lips.

“Please, Vi.”

She tutted, running her fingertips up and down your dripping slit. “Beg properly.”

You whined again as she denied you what you needed. “Fuck me!”

“Good girl,” she smirked, finally sliding two fingers inside your cunt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a long moan pouring from your lips. “Fuck, you're so hot. You're gripping me, baby. You needed this, hmmm? My fingers in your pussy?”

You nodded frantically as she pumped them in and out of you, the sopping noises turning your cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Don't blush, baby,” she soothed. “I like hearing what I'm doing to you. Make those noises, sweetheart, I wanna hear you.”

And you obliged. No longer caring who heard you, you moaned and whined and begged for more as your pussy dripped on her hand. It was too much, and it was perfect. Your breath came in choppy pants as she added a third finger, your eyes closing and your hips rolling.

“S'good,” you moaned, clinging to her shoulders.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? You gonna fall apart on my fingers? I bet you want to, you good girl. You've been so good for me all year, smiling at me in your little uniform as you let me toss you around. All those times I had you on my shoulders, your little thighs against my head. After you cum here, I'm finally gonna get my head between those legs like I've wanted all year. I could smell you, you know, could smell how much you liked it when I threw you around.”

You moaned in embarrassment, knowing she probably could. There were so many times you'd been balanced on her shoulders as she held you up, her hands squeezing your thighs, her head inches from your pussy.

“I loved it, baby. Was such a tease though, when all I wanted to do was fuck you right there on the mats. Everyone would have loved it, seeing your pussy and perky tits on show. I'm gonna see them soon and give them the attention them deserve. But you gotta cum first, sweetheart. Can you do that? Hmmm? Cum for me, baby,” she encouraged, rubbing your clit with her thumb.

And you did. With a desperate cry, your pussy clamped down on her thrusting fingers and you sprayed all over her hand. She praised you through it, keeping her fingers moving as she extended your orgasm. When you finally stopped shaking, she gently eased her fingers out of you, earning a whimper. She gently lowered you to the ground, keeping one arm around your waist to hold you up.

When you locked eyes with her, you watched as she slowly sucked your juices off her fingers. Never breaking eye contact, she slid her fingers into her mouth, moaning deeply as she got the first taste of you.

“You're so fucking sweet, Cupcake,” she praised, licking her palm.

You whined and pulled her head down to kiss her deeply, sharing the taste of you. Your tongues danced together as you pushed her jacket off her shoulders. With trembling fingers, you clumsily opened her belt buckle.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” she teased.

You panted, “Your turn,” as you spun yourselves around, pressing her against the wall.

“You sure?”

“Let me eat your pussy, baby,” you begged, kissing her deeply again.

She moaned into your mouth. “Can't say no to that now, can I?”

You dropped to your knees at her permission, pushing her grey tank top up over her stomach. When her defined stomach muscles were revealed, you worshipped every inch of them, kissing and licking over every muscle and line.

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, her hands in your hair.

Slowly you slid down her stomach, opening her jeans. Her black shorts called to you, demanding kisses against the material. You gave in, pressing kisses over her pelvis, squeezing her hips and butt. Sliding your fingers in the belt loops on her jeans, you tugged down her jeans and underwear, leaving her beautiful pussy on display for you. Your mouth watered as you looked on her pink happy trail, down to her neatly trimmed pussy. You couldn't help it, you leant in and smelt her, inhaling her scent deeply. You moaned, your tongue escaping your mouth and catching a taste. Tart and sweet. Violet.

You nudged her legs as wide as they could go with her jeans around her knees, and you locked in on her cunt. You gently spread her lips with your fingers, flicking your tongue over her clit. She cursed long and low, her fingers flexing in your hair as her head tilted back against the wall. You took that as encouragement, pulling her clit into your mouth and giving quick little sucks, driving her mad. You slid your mouth back to her pussy hole, but struggled to reach, her legs could only spread so far with her jeans still on. You pulled her pussy towards you, your hands cupping her thighs. You slid your tongue all around her clit and lips, coming back to suck her clit. She was delicious, you never ever wanted to stop doing this.

If only you could reach her hole, you whined.

“Hold on, baby, I got it,” she urged your head away from her pussy, earning a low whine of protest from you. She took hold of your jaw, slipping her thumb inside your mouth. With her free hand, she bent over and pulled her boots off, throwing them aside as she tugged her jeans and underwear off. The whole time, you knelt obediently, back straight, as you sucked her thumb, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Fuck, you're a good girl. We're gonna have some much fun together, baby. You can't imagine the things I've dreamt of,” she cursed. She reached out to the side and grabbed the arm of the chair at your desk, pulling it beside her.

“Open your mouth, baby,” she whispered desperately. You did so, moaning as she kissed you deeply, sucking on your tongue. “You taste so good. Tongue out, sweetheart.” You obeyed, sticking your tongue out for her. Between her lips, she let a trail of spit drip from her mouth onto your tongue. “Put that inside me, baby,” she ordered, lifting her leg and resting it on your chair, opening her pussy for you.

You moaned and leant forward, sliding your tongue into her hole. She keened, holding your head to her pussy. You slid your tongue in and out, fucking her with her own spit. Your hand moved up to rub her clit, but she pulled it away. Dripping more spit onto your fingertips, she moved your hand back down.

“Fast as you can, baby, I need to cum,” she urged, pressing your fingers back to her clit.

You did as she said and rubbed her clit furiously, making her scream. You slid your tongue in as deep as it could go, flexing it forward and back. Vi held your head and humped her hips against your face, using your tongue and fingers to move closer to orgasm. She moaned and panted, cursing the whole time under her breath as she fucked herself on your face.

“There, baby, don't stop, don't stop,” she pleaded, her hips stuttering until she let out a long moan against you. Her juices spilled out over your tongue, coating your chin and cheeks, which you went mad for. You licked up as much as you could, desperate to get as much of her as you could.

“Stop, baby, I didn't say you could be greedy,” she scolded, pulling your head away. With absolutely debauchery, she licked up all her juices from your face, then dripped them into your mouth. You swallowed, leaning up for a deep kiss, which she happily gave.

“You got plans in the morning, Cupcake?”

You shook your head.

“Good. We got a lot to do.”

END

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"There, baby, don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded, her hips stuttering until she let out a long moan against you. Her juices spilled out over your tongue, coating your chin and cheeks, which you went mad for. You licked up as much as you could, desperate to get as much of her as you could.

"Stop, baby, I didn't say you could be greedy," she scolded, pulling your head away. With absolutely debauchery, she licked up all her juices from your face, then dripped them into your mouth.

Absolute poetry, chef’s kiss, Shakespeare himself couldn’t come close to writing this.

[w1dowatrace]

Toothbrush

Summary: Who would've thought that Natasha's best friend's milf hunting mission for her will haunt her forever?

Pairings: Nerd Natasha Romanoff x MILF Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18 AMAB!Natasha, beefy nerdy Natasha, MILF!reader, reader is 45 and Natasha is 22, dating app, lying about age, dirty talk, switch r & Nat but more like a top!Natasha, breeding kink, mommy kink, rough sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, fingering (r), ghosting (kinda)

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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"What do you want Tony?" Natasha chuckled as she saw her best friend on her apartment door at 7 o'clock early in the morning, standing there holding a pizza box. "Really? Pizza? Early this morning?"

Tony rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. "Well, thank you for the warm welcome," he teased. "Before I go to my asshole of a father's place, I want to do one thing. Something purposeful for you, my friend."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what would that be?" she asked, as she led him to the living room of her small apartment.

"Let me see your phone," he said, taking it out of her hands.

"Hey, wait!" the redhead protested, but Tony was already fiddling with it. "What are you doing?!"

"Setting up an account on a dating app," he replied, typing away.

"Wow. So this is your grand purpose? Setting me up on a dating app? I'm touched." She said sarcastically. She watched him, a box of pizza on his left hand and her phone on the other, seriously typing whatever it is that is asked to fulfill the account—he is really serious about setting her up on a dating site.

"You gotta be kidding Tony…"

"Nope. Enough robotics Romanoff before you turn into one."

Natasha's eyes widened as she suddenly realized that she told Tony her plans. And a wave of regret washed over her. She had meticulously scheduled out her entire summer break even though it hasn't started yet, she intended to spend time working on her robotics project every single day of the summer break. But now, with Tony in the picture with her phone in his hands, she could already imagine the chaos that was going to ensue.

The dating preference section came up and Tony immediately, with no hesitations, clicked women. It had been common knowledge among their friends that Nat had a strong liking for girls. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the kind of women the app would likely recommend for her.

Every time he and Nat would pass some women on the street, Tony would stealthily observe Nat's reactions. Whether it was a woman walking past them with her kids or a lady jogging in tight-fitting leggings who he was sure was around 35 to 40, the red head is drooling already. Tony had taken note of Natasha's undeniable interest in women—women who are old enough to be her mother.

"Let's make things spicy," he said under his breath as he set the age range for Natasha's profile. With a few taps, he set the age preference to 30-50 years old. "You'll thank me for this, Nat," he said with a sly grin on his face.

The last step came, he only needed to pick a photo of Natasha and it's all done and set up, ready to swipe left and right. So he went through her gallery to find photos of her, but her gallery is just full of screenshots about freaking science.

As Tony sifted through Natasha's gallery, his mood grew more impatient and bored.

"Seriously Nat, you've got like a million screenshots of scientific articles and memes about space, and when you do actually take a photo, it's of some historical artifact in a museum. This is like a grandma's photo album…" he grumbled, scrolling further.

"Okay, that's enough." The redhead stood from the sofa but Tony backed away not even looking at her, too busy to smile like an idiot with whatever he saw on her phone.

"Damn, Nat," he muttered under his breath, a smirk forming on his face. "I had no idea you were hiding this much muscle under those baggy clothes." He came across a couple of mirror shots that Natasha had taken in the gym. In these photos, she was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and some baggy shorts, showing off her muscular arms and strong physique.

Tony chuckled, his eyes still glued to the photos of Natasha's flexing arms. "Yeah, definitely milfs will absolutely love these shots."

Nat couldn't help but blush, both at the compliment and at the mention of milfs. "You really think so?" she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.

"Oh yeah, they would swipe right in a heartbeat," he said, chuckling. "These are juicy…"

"Okay, now you sounded perverted. Gimme that…" Natasha was finally able to get her phone back and Tony raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Hey, I was just trying to get some good pictures of you in there. You gotta give the ladies something to look at, you know?" Tony watched as Natasha went through the app, "You just need to click confirm, and it's all set up…but it's still your choice. And…I gotta go, mom's gonna call me."

Natasha paused and looked at Tony with relief and confusion. She was grateful for the break in the conversation, but she also didn't want him to leave just yet. "Okay...go ahead. Can't keep mommy waiting." She said jokingly.

"Okay, now that sounded perverted coming from you, Romanoff." Tony pointed a finger at her while walking backwards towards the redhead's apartment door.

"I'm just kidding," Natasha let out some giggles as she walked Tony off her apartment, "Don't kill your father, Tony."

"I'll try not to, I can't believe mom wanted me to spend half of my summer with him. I love her so much that I'll do anything she asks of me even though it's spending some time with the man who hurt her."

"You'll be fine, just don't get your hand bloody like last time."

Tony chuckled and saluted her back, then turned to leave. "I make no promises, Romanoff." He sighed, Natasha just gently patted his shoulder and when she was about to close her door, her best friend's foot stopped it from closing.

"Goodluck with the milf hunting."

⧗

For the next few days, Natasha found herself thinking about the dating app and Tony's playful attempt to set her up. She would secretly open the app every now and then but couldn't bring herself to swipe in any direction. She thinks all these women are deserving to be dated, but she could only pick one of course.

Finally, one night, Natasha couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She sat on her couch to browse through the potential matches. She'd take her frustration out on her pillow, mumbling to herself about how ridiculous this all was. But she continued, her heart raced as she began swiping through the profiles. Her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she came across various women who fit her preference—older attractive women, thanks to her best friend who knew exactly what her type is.

As she read the bios, she couldn't help but be intrigued by some of their descriptions. They were confident, successful, and had a certain allure about them that made her even more flustered.

She should've swiped right to have more chances of winning like what Tony advised her, but Natasha continued swiping left through profiles. Yes, she noticed that the women she saw were undeniably beautiful, however, she wanted to see something different, that's why she started swiping left. It wasn't because she found them unattractive, but rather because they didn't quite match the image she had in mind.

She was so intimidated, all these women looked so powerful—like how women should be. So far she'd seen a woman who's a pilot, CEO, business owners and many jobs that she for sure puts a lot of zeros on their bank accounts. Not that she didn't want that and she's definitely not opposed to the idea of being a sugar baby, but...she wanted someone who's simple, domestic yet can lead her.

Each profile she scrolled through brought a mix of excitement and anxiety, yet curiosity pushed her to keep searching for that one woman who would make her heart skip a beat.

"Y/N, 44 years old, mother of two, loves gardening, sketching…" she read to herself, trying not to blush as she looked at your photo. Most women she had seen in this app either had a picture with the Eiffel tower or a selfie inside the high premium car—no offense, she loved everything old women do but you, you had a picture of yourself in a beautiful garden she thought was in your place, surrounded by lush greenery. Your genuine smile and a sparkle in your eyes stood out to Natasha.

"Just 4 hours drive away from here…"

Natasha's heart raced as she nervously swiped right on your profile, her hand trembling a little. The moment she did it, she immediately slammed her phone shut and threw herself onto her bed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The thought of you potentially seeing her profile and possibly matching with her made her stomach flutter. The redhead buried her face into her pillow, unable to wipe the redness of her face.

She stood and immediately put on her glasses to distract herself from the constant nervous feeling of seeing a notification from the app, Natasha threw herself into various activities to keep her mind occupied. She deep cleaned her apartment, organized her cluttered drawers, and even got started on her robotics project.

Days passed, but there still wasn't any notification from the dating app. And Natasha actually forgot about it, the robotics project she's working on consuming and occupying every time she had for the day.

Natasha was deep in thought, working on her project, when the sudden notification sound from her phone jolted her from her focus. Startled, she picked up her phone, expecting it to be an email from the agency she applied for an internship or her sister asking for some 5$ on cashapp. However, when she looked at the screen, her heart almost jumped out of her ribs when she saw the dating app icon. She shakingly and immediately opened it.

You: Hi dear

Natasha found herself biting her lower lip, wrestling with her thoughts. She'd faced down debaters, cracked numerous codes, and aced countless exams and quizzes. But responding to a simple "hi" from an older woman had her completely flustered. It was a ridiculous feeling, but she couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of conversing with you.

She typed and deleted various responses, unsure of what to say, until finally, she decided on something simple yet respectful at least.

Natasha: Good evening, how are you?

You: I'm good, just finished cooking some dinner. You?

Natasha: I haven't eaten anything yet, I was working for a project.

You: That's not good for your health and for those massive muscles of yours.

Natasha felt her cheeks grow warm as she read your reply about her muscles. Tony was indeed right when he said milfs will definitely like those. She hadn't expected you to notice that detail, but reading it brought a smile to her face.

Natasha: Massive muscles? I think you're exaggerating a bit.

She typed, trying to downplay your compliment, yet secretly loving the attention.

You: Exaggerating? Not one bit, love. Your biceps are godly💪🔥

You responded, clearly amused by her attempt to deny your compliment.

The redhead felt her heart rate increase at your playful banter and the cute emojis you used. She couldn't help but feel the pain of her cheeks from smiling with your attention and the nicknames you're calling her.

Nat: Thanks :)))

You: So…where exactly do you live in Brooklyn?

⧗

"Y-you should...probably stop that," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I-I'm not...I'm not good at…"

You slowly start to grind your hips against Natasha, feeling her body tense up beneath you. Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips nervously.

Despite her protests, you continue to grind against her, feeling her hips instinctively buck up to meet yours. Natasha's face turns a deep shade of red, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels herself getting hard beneath you. "P-please...stop…"

And you did, you pause, lifting your hips away from her but you were still straddling her—kneeling straightly where your tits were right in front of her. Natasha whines softly at the loss of the friction, her hips bucking forward as if seeking more. You smirk mischievously, leaning in close to her ear. "I'm stopping because my baby told me to. Mommy has to listen to what her baby says, mommy doesn't wanna be bad."

"F-fuck please be bad mommy." Natasha whined.

"No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…"

Natasha lets out a frustrated whine again, her hips bucking forward again as she chases the friction she was just denied. "B-but Mommy...it feels so good, you're so good…" she whimpers, her eyes filled with need and puppy-dog sadness. "Please, just a little more…"

You slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Natasha's eyes flick down to your chest, watching intently as you unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor. Your bare breasts come into view, you guide Natasha's face to your chest, gently cupping the back of her head. Her mouth parts slightly, and you can feel her warm breath on your tits.

"Be good and suck mommy's tits," you whisper, your voice laced with desire.

Natasha, like a good baby she is, eagerly obeys, pressing soft kisses to your breasts. She kisses and licks, her touch gentle and reverent. You can hear her breathing grow heavier, feel her body tensing as she gets more aroused.

"That's it, baby. Be so good for mommy…"

Her mouth finds your nipples, and she begins to suck and lick enthusiastically. She moans against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You can feel her hands gripping your waist tightly, her nails digging in slightly.

She continues to suck and lick your peaks, her cold glasses press against your warmth against the skin of your breasts, the temperature difference sending goosebumps across your flesh. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in her hair to keep her head in place as she paid attention to both of your tits.

After several minutes of shared attention on your tits, you guide Natasha's face back up to yours. You lean down and press a soft, passionate kiss to her lips finally settling back down to her lap feeling her hard once again.

Your hands gently stroking Natasha's braided hair. You reach out and slowly move your hands towards her shorts, immediately feeling her hard cock through her boxers. Her eyes widened as he realized what you're doing. You then pulled out his cock spring free.

"Guess who's being bad, hm?"

"Please…p-please mommy."

You carefully shifted to position yourself on Natasha's pointing cock. You guide her hands to your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto her. You can see the shock and pleasure on her face as you envelope her with your warm walls.

"Y/N…" she stammers.

"That's not my name baby."

"Mommy, please!"

You bit your lower lip and began to move, taking her in and out of your warmth, Natasha's head lolls back, her mouth opening in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her hands on your hips tighten, her fingers digging in slightly.

"I-It's so tight, Mommy…you're so…"

"Mhm, yeah?" you pant condescendingly, "Mommy's what baby?"

"So good! So tight!" she cries.

"Oh yeah?"

You lean down, your breath hot against her ear. "That's because Mommy's special hole is made just for my special baby. Only for you…" you punctuate each phrase with a slow thrust, taking her deeper.

Natasha's breathing grows faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Her hips buck upwards to meet your slow, languid movements. "Mommy...it...it feels…so good…" she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I...I think I'm...I'm—"

"Are you good?" you asked, but the redhead didn't answer, her eyes shut closed behind her fogged glasses and was too focused on her pleasure and you loved it. "Are you good, Natasha?" Now you calling her on her first name caught her attention.

"Y-yes…"

Your hands gripped her shoulders as you continued to ride her. "Then hold it, baby. If you're good you're going to hold it until I say you can come…" you increase the pace slightly, your own pleasure building as you feel her throb inside you. "That's it, just hold on…"

Her face scrunches up in concentration, her hands bruising your waist. "M-Mommy, it's too much! I can't...I can't hold it!" she whines pitifully, his voice filled with need and desperation. "Please…"

"No, baby. You hold it. You can do it. Mommy knows you're strong…" you lean back further, grinding down onto her, your abdominal muscles flexing, "and you're good, you can do it baby."

Natasha lets out a high-pitched whine, her body trembling as she tries her best to obey. "I-I'm trying, I'm trying to be good…" her body stiffens, her back arching slightly as she struggles to hold back.

You lean in close, your voice dropping to a low, soothing tone. "That's my baby...you're doing so well, just a little longer…"

Her face flushed with heat, her pupils dilating as she watched you with an agape mouth, riding her. Suddenly, her expression turns defiant. "Fuck...maybe I wanna be bad," she grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you, ignoring your command. "Fuck, mommy I wanna be bad."

You're taken aback by her sudden defiance, your eyes widening in surprise. "Natasha...baby, no...oh! " your voice trails off as she continues to thrust into you deliciously. "Shit baby, fuck!"

She is so fucking strong!

So now, it's you who's trying to hold back, but Natasha's sudden burst of strength is overwhelming. Her thrusts become brutal, pounding into you with relentless intensity. You're trapped, pinned on top of her dominant form, unable to escape the force of her desires.

"Natty…baby stop…"

"I can't stop…" she moans, her body tensing as she reaches her limit. "I-I'm gonna...I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come inside you!" she throws her head towards your shoulder, her movements become erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she empties himself into you. You're left shocked, gasping, trapped on top of her as she finds her release.

"Turn around...get on your hands and knees…"

"Wha—"

Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of pleasure as Natasha's dominant command wash over you. You scramble to obey, turning around and dropping to your hands and knees. Natasha stands up, her hands gripping your hips as she holds you in place.

"Good, my good girl...now stay like that…"

As Natasha starts to move behind you, you feel a surge of emotion. Shock, awe, and a touch of humiliation mix together. You never imagined that she would take control like this, especially after she'd seem like the one to submit. Now, the roles are reversed, and you're the one being taken.

Natasha's grip tightens around your hips as he begins to thrust into you from behind. The angle is different, deeper, and you can't help but let out a moan. "You like that, hm, mommy?" she growls. "You like being on the other end, don't you?" she thrusts deep, her hips slapping against your ass. "Answer me…" her hand reaches around, finding your most intimate spot. "Answer me or I'll stop…" she teases you mercilessly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Natasha suddenly pulls out, lifting you up and carrying you to the edge of the bed. She sits down, easily manhandling you over her lap. Your back rests against her chest as her hands hold your thighs, keeping your legs wide open as she slides her cock back into your wetness. She spreads your thighs wider, her knees pushing yours apart as she continues to pound into you. Her touch is unyielding, her rhythm punishing.

"Hold your thigh…" she took your hand and put it to keep your thigh up. "Hold...hold the other, hold both…" she commands, her breath hot against your neck. You comply, your hands gripping your thighs tightly as her strong hand comes down to string your throbbing clit.

"Oh-oh God, Natasha! Please...I can't...I can't take it anymore…" your cries fill the room, your tits bouncing as she pounded inside you.

You threw your head back against Natasha's shoulder, exhausted from your struggles. She reaches up, her hand cupping your jaw and turning your head. Her mouth descends on yours, swallowing your moans. Her tongue slips past your lips, dueling with yours as she continues to pound into you.

You try to wiggle away from her relentless touch, but a strong hand wraps around one of your thighs, pulling you back. "Oh, no you don't…" Natasha's voice breathed in your ear, her hold was strong to keep your legs apart. Her fingers never stop their relentless strumming on your clit and her cock pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, mama…" she whispers in your ear, her voice dark and commanding. "Squirt all over my cock…"

Her words send you over the edge. With a loud cry, you laid your head on her shoulder, your body convulsing as you came undone. You squirt all over her, your juices gushing out as she continues to thrust into you.

Natasha's own release hits her hard. With a final, brutal thrust, she buries herself deep inside you, her body shuddering as she comes. Her hot seed fills you up, spilling out around her still-pulsating cock. You can feel her hot cum mixing with your own fluids, the combined liquid slowly leaking out of you. You can't help but moan at the sensation, your body continuing to spasm when her cock bumped accidentally in your clit.

"You're so good for me, mama."

⧗

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Blinking your eyes open, you find yourself alone in Natasha's bed. You stretch, wincing slightly at the soreness between your thighs. A quick glance around the room reveals no sign of the girl.

You sit up, rubbing your temples as a wave of guilt and self-disgust washes over you. Post nut clarity hits hard.

"How could I have been so stupid?" you chide yourself, your voice barely a whisper. "I drove four hours just to...to sleep with a stranger on a dating app."

"Am I really that desperate for a good fuck?" you whisper harshly to yourself.

Panicked, you start searching for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. "Where are my clothes?" you mutter, your heart pounding in your chest. Your gaze falls on a large, plain shirt draped over a chair. You grab the shirt, smiling as you read what was printed on it that says, "The physics is theoretical but the fun is real."

You quickly slip it on, the fabric swallowing you whole. It reaches down to your mid-thighs, the hem fluttering around your bare legs. You realize with a blush that you're not wearing anything else—just the shirt and your damp underwear.

You decide to take in the surroundings of the woman you slept with last night, it wouldn't be bad wouldn't it? The first thing you notice is how clean and organized Natasha's room is. The walls are adorned with intricate diagrams of solar systems, planets, and stars, each one meticulously labeled and colored. You spot a few custom-made lamps on the desk and shelves, their shapes resembling various celestial bodies that you thought she made herself.

The lamps cast a soft, warm light over the room, their glow mimicking that of distant stars. You see a bookshelf crammed with books on astronomy, physics, and electronics. A large whiteboard takes up one wall, covered in complex mathematical equations and diagrams.

Your gaze drifts downward, landing on a piece of paper on the floor. So you bend down to pick up the paper, smoothing it out on the table as you sit down. At first glance, it appears to be an application of some sort. Your eyes scan the page, taking in the details of information you see.

"Natasha...Alianovna Romanoff," you smiled as her name tumbled out of your lips. "Beautiful name to moan to..." and you did in fact moan it last night. "December 3," you frowned, tilting your head slowly as you read the detail, "2002…" you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

"22 years old?"

A sound of footsteps and a humming echo from outside the room made you alarmed. Panicked, you gripped the paper and rushed towards the door, slipping out just as it creaks open. And there you saw Natasha who was cooking some breakfast.

She looks up as you exited her room, her eyes widening briefly as she takes in your appearance. Your hair was a mess and you're wearing her clothes—her favorite one, the oversized t-shirt clings to the curves of your breasts, revealing the outline of your hardened nipples. The hem barely reaches mid-thigh, revealing your bare legs—and your nude colored panties she herself took off last night.

You march towards her, barefoot, brandishing the application paper like a sword.

"You're 22?!"

"Wha—"

"Your bio says you're 28!"

"Wha—I-I didn't kno—"

"That's bullshit!"

"And I was like...God! I slept with someone who's the same age as my sons." You mimic the same line you said as you recall the events of what happened weeks ago, sharing every detail with Thena, your best friend. She was in fact, the one who told you to try going on a dating app.

"At least you had a good fuck," your eyes widened with Thena's vulgar words but you hesitate for a moment before nodding, your face burning with embarrassment. Because, well, it's true…

"Yeah...it was…" you trail off, unable to meet her gaze.

"Good? Good?" Thena asks pulling the words out of you as she noticed you being hesitant.

"She was so gentle at first, almost shy...let me lead her but once she got going...whew!" you whistled softly, fanning yourself as you laughed.

"And you ghosted her…" you pause mid-laugh at your best friend's reply, you felt like she just slapped reality across your face.

"I..." you raised your brows, palming your chest as you looked at her, "I didn't, okay, I just left. What would you expect me to do? She lied." You defend, leaning down to your chair as you glance at your best friend who was eyeing you like she knows all your secrets. And she does though, but not this one. "She's young, Thena," you reason, "She'll move on. She'll meet someone new." You dismiss the idea of Natasha being hurt by your not so sudden disappearance with a wave of your hand. "It's not like we had any emotional attachment or anything. Hell, maybe I am the third girl she had in her apartment that week. Who knows?" You chuckled humorlessly. You really wished you weren't.

"Hm, just fucking."

"Exactly, just fucking," you say, mirroring Thena's crude language. "We both needed that at the moment." You nod confidently, convinced that's all it was—a simple physical need fulfilled, nothing more. But as you continue to talk, a small, secret part of you whispers that it was more than just a physical need. You felt a connection, a spark, something that went beyond the surface level. But you quickly silence that voice, deciding to keep your true feelings buried deep inside because there is no chance of getting back, you have deleted the app so there is no more way to contact her. But going to her place is a different conversation and there is no way in hell you're going to do that.

Sighing heavily, you rub your temples, trying to ward off the sudden headache that's formed.

"Besides, what would my sons think if they knew I was dating someone their age?" you muse aloud, looking at Thena with concern and embarrassment. "They'd probably be disgusted, Thee…I swear…"

"At least you're not robbing the cradle or y'know. It's not like she's underage or anything."

"Okay, enough, stop justifying her age. She still lied, which I didn't like. I wouldn't date someone who's the same age as my sons and someone who's younger, period." You said with a finality making your best friend laugh at your now serious face, she's really not used to you being like that. "Gosh, they wouldn't even let me date anyone..." you sighed, slumping back in your chair dramatically, making Thena laugh even harder.

"You've got some overprotective babies there." Thena chuckles between giggles.

You can't help but agree with your best friend, nodding your head in agreement. "Yeah, they are pretty overprotective. I swear, sometimes I think they forget I'm an adult too." You smiled, remembering that your two sweet boys are coming home today for summer break.

⧗

You are excited and all jumpy thinking that every sound you hear is a knock on a door.

You started preparing for their visit, tidying up your home and making sure everything was just right and in place, especially with their bedrooms. The clock ticked by, and soon enough, finally, you heard a real knock towards the door.

With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you went to the door to open it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and then swung the door open.

There they both stood, a cocky smile on their face as they greeted you with a casual "Hey, Mom."

"Hello my babies." You almost cried on the spot seeing your grown sons.

"Whatchu cookin' mama?" your eldest, Bruce asked, kissing your forehead before entering the house.

"Your favorite beefy creamy mushroom, baby!" you shout.

"I love you so much, 'ma!"

Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around you in a tight embrace, and before you knew it, you were being lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the air. You squirmed playfully, laughing as you tried to put your weight back down.

"Put me down, you little devil!" you scolded lightheartedly, playfully pushing against your son's broad shoulders, though secretly enjoying the sweet gesture of your youngest.

As he finally set you down gently, a wide grin still plastered on his face, he let out a sigh and looked at you affectionately.

"I missed you so much, mom."

"I missed you too, Tony." You cupped his cheek and pestered him with so many kisses making him giggle.

"I...uhh mama, I hope you wouldn't mind, I am sorry for telling this to you right now. But I brought a friend over, if that's fine?" you placed your hands on his shoulders, as he looked at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes, "I owe her big time, I was the reason she's heartbroken and why her favorite shirt is stolen."

"Yeah, yeah..." you nodded encouragingly to assure him that it's okay to have some friend over, and the mention of a stolen shirt made you laugh—it was silly you thought. Kids. "Yeah, sure baby…you ca—" you trailed off, your world stopping as you saw the friend your son brought over, standing just a few steps behind him.

The friend your son brought over was none other than the person who haunted your dreams every night, the same woman you shared a night with many weeks ago that gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm that not even their father could give.

And you found her looking back at you, her gaze trailing down the shirt you're wearing that was in fact hers.

"Mom, this is Natasha."

[thisrots]

thinkin’ of riding whiny, pussy whipped vi <3

𖦹 warnings: strap usage, whiny!top!vi x femme!bottom!meanish!reader, reader riding vi, breeding/size kink, poor baby just wants to make u a mama

𖦹 word count: 860

Vi was usually centered. Collected, firm, naturally dominating you in public. Hand around your waist, or wrapped around yours, gripping onto what was hers. But you knew her truth. Even when her fingers dug into your side or her expression hardened, you saw right past her little act.

She was sprawled out underneath you, same big and calloused hands trembling as they hovered over your waist. She had pink painted cheeks and hazily lowered eyelids that were stuck on the outline of your body, your pussy molding around her strap like she belonged inside of you. Her once threaded eyebrows and tight jaw melting into nothing but blissful, fucked out pleasure.

As if she could feel your warm and gummy walls, her back arched with each roll of your hips, a drool tear rolling down her jaw. Her abdomen slapped into you, wet with your juices and combined sweat, whining and groaning, wriggling around between your thighs as if she was the one getting fucked stupid.

“M-Mmh!—I’m so deep in you, princess, s’fuckin’ deep—!” Vi struggled out in between hoarse, loud, embarrassingly long moans.

She most certainly was deep inside you. Her greed had gotten the best of her, pushing in the plastic as far deep as it’d go, gaze fixed on the stretched out skin against your tummy as your body made room for Vi and her girth. That was all she wanted, to fill you up to the brim with nothing but her. She truly was a perverted little thing.

“Gods, you’re so loud, Vi.” You taunted, the sloppy sounds of your sopping heat echoing in the room. “You like—mmh!—stuffing me up, don’t you? Wish you could feel inside?”

You leaned back, giving her a full view of your split open cunt, hole stretched out and taken advantage of, yet still begging for more. Vi’s eyes watered at the pornographic sight, wanting nothing more than to feel herself slipping in and out of those soft, erotic folds. It was painful, her ache to feel inside you. Her lip quivered as her rocking hips quickened.

“I-I know, ‘m sorry—!” She sniffled, though her grip on your ass tightened. “Yes—hhnngg! Wanna feel you t-takin’ all of me!” She suddenly slammed you down against her savage thrusts, causing you to choke on a sharp gasp. “Please—p-please let me cum inside. Make you—ngh!—a mama—please?”

Her tip wasn’t just kissing your cervix, it was damn near abusing it. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, clit enlarged and throbbing with every grind of her hips. Even as she fucked into you brutally, using your hole as her personal toy, she was nothing but a pussy drunk, pathetic mess.

Her choppy moans, bright blue puppy eyes, and torturous pleads all while completely impaling your womb were almost too much for you. If you could, you’d milk her of every drop of cum she had, making sure nothing of hers dripped out of you, giving her that baby she’s always wanted.

“Oh, fuck! Poor, needy thing—guh!—wants to cum inside me? How’s that gonna work, huh?” You teased, your words only loosening up the water works some more.

She whined out at your mocking, a strangled sob caught in her throat, nodding quickly while she continued. Your velvet walls clenched up around her member at the sight, as if your body wanted to baby trap her. If her strap was real, you probably would’ve had 20 kids by now. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, hole pulsating around her shaft as your thoughts were consumed by her sounds of desperation.

“You’re b-bein’ s’mean…! Mmhhmm—fuuuck, mama, p-please, please, please!” She mindlessly babbled, legs pushing into the mattress, letting out little frantic uh, uh, uh!’s.

“F-Fine, fine,” You started, struggling to keep up with her pace. “Then cum inside me, yeah?” You purred in between moans, staring deep into her sharp baby blues. “Cum right inside mama.”

That was all Vi needed to hear. “Fuuuuck, ‘m coming! Take it, take it, take it!”

With one long, deep, rough thrust, a guttural moan ripped from her throat, making nothing less than a fucking mess in her boxers. Hot, creamy, sticky cum leaked out of her and onto the cotton, sticking to her puffy pussy. Her eyelids fluttered shut, toes curled, grunting loudly. She imagined filling up your womb with her essence, juices painting your insides, entire body spasming from the mere thought.

Your orgasm hit you like a speeding truck—fast and chaotic. Your head flew back, moaning out nothing but her name, riding out your orgasm slowly, taking in every twitch and mewl that she made as she watched you finish. Your juices spilled out of you and onto her undies, coating the dark red toy with a coat of pearly white, creampie cum.

Your upper body fell onto hers, panting and shuddering, attempting to catch your breath. “So,” You started in between pants, looking up to meet her eyes. “A mama, huh?”

Vi cleared her throat, scratching the back of her head as her cheeks lit up, trying to gain back her dominance. “Y-Yeah.” She suddenly smirked, a sparkle of mischief in her glassy irises. “You’d make a real pretty baby mama, you know.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you playfully pushed her face to the side. “Shut up, Vi!”

[e1e4n0r5]

Their Little Plaything

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 5718

Synopsis: Bullied by 'The Golden Couple' for years, things take a surprising turn.

Warnings: where do I even start?? Bullying/mocking for sexuality (not by Vi/Cait) and social standing, power imbalance, powder is goat, alcohol use (college party), dub-con (r! has been drinking but is not drunk), FFF threesome, virgin reader, oral sex (r! receiving), mild degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, finger sucking (r! performing), talk of sex toys, mild breath play, squirting

Notes: could definitely continue with this!

Everyone knew who they were.

Vi Lanes and Caitlyn Kiramman, the golden couple of Junior year; the star of the football team and the Class President from one of the leading donor families of Piltover University. Though "golden" wasn’t quite the word. There was something too sharp about them, too intense.

Vi was all swagger, with bandaged knuckles and a smirk that dared you to look her in the eye. She lived in ripped jeans, and had a reputation for pit fighting off-campus that she didn’t bother denying.

Caitlyn was the opposite, all tailored clothes and top grades, sarcasm laced with charm. She was born for debate podiums, the kind of girl who could tear someone down with a single eyebrow raise.

Together, they were untouchable.

And you? You were the easiest person to overlook in the whole damn school. You liked it that way.

Shy, quiet, always behind a book or laptop, you’d been bullied your whole life. Elementary school, middle school, high school. And now college. When you’d moved to Piltover Uni, you’d wanted nothing more than a fresh start, a clean break from everyone in your home town who knew you and what an easy target you were.

Which was why it hurt so much when they noticed you. It was the first week of Freshman year. You didn’t even get a week of peace. Opening week, when everyone is just getting settled in, learning the layout of the college, meeting new people. You’d been in the quad getting a free ice cream during a welcome event when you’d seen them watching you. The couple that seemed mismatched, looking you up and down, whispering to each other. You knew what that meant.

It started small. A comment about your clothes. A laugh when you mispronounced something in class. You dropped your books outside class once – Caitlyn just smirked as she looked down at you, stepping over your belongings and heading inside. Vi had just watched the exchange in amusement before heading off to her own class.

They never shoved you into lockers. They never threw drinks in your face. They never put gum in your hair.

Their kind of cruelty was slower. Finer. Death by a thousand cuts.

What made it worse was how beautiful they were. How magnetic. How Vi’s laugh sparked something hot and unwanted in your chest. How Caitlyn’s cool, clever eyes sometimes landed on you and stayed there, and it made you feel seen, like a spotlight you hadn’t asked for.

You’d always known you didn’t like boys, yet another thing for middle schoolers and high schoolers to torment you about. You’d had a crush on a girl in high school, and you thought she’d liked you too. She’d told you she did. So when you’d gone to meet her behind the bleachers, you’d been mortified when what felt like the whole school was there, pointing and laughing at you, like you’d actually thought you’d had a chance with that girl.

Like you actually thought one person would be nice to you.

Since then, you’d learned how to be invisible. No after school clubs, no extra-curriculars, no sleepovers. No friends. Just school and home, five days a week, until you could leave, hoping that college would be better.

But no. You were, once again, in a cycle of school and home. No after school clubs, no extra-curriculars, no sleepovers. No friends. You had taken out a larger loan for a single room with private bathroom in a dorm, as you needed your home to be a safe place if school hadn’t been. You would have loved to live completely alone but you couldn’t afford the rent for a house by yourself, not even with loans. It was fine though, the other people in the dorm didn’t pay any attention to you. Some were loners like you, others just hadn’t wanted to share a room.

Home was safe, even when school brought unwanted attention.

Attention never meant anything good.

It was supposed to be a quiet morning.

Your new Junior schedule gave you a few hours free on a Wednesday morning. You’d found your usual corner in the campus café, tucked away by the window on a small table – so no-one would want to sit with you – headphones on, coffee cooling in front of you, and a half-marked-up textbook on the table. The mid-morning noise faded into the background when you were in your zone like this, just you and a world you could control with highlighters.

At least, until a shadow fell over your table and your headphones were pulled off your head.

You looked up, and your stomach dropped.

Vi put your headphones down on your book, a smirk already tugging at her mouth. Caitlyn stood next to her, arms folded, amusement already shining in her eyes like she knew exactly how this was going to go.

“Wow,” Vi said, peering down at your notes. “Two weeks in and you’re already in love with this year’s books. Didn’t peg you for a highlighter kind of girl. That’s, what, four different colours? Are you studying Piltover history or planning a bank robbery? How much money do you spend on pens?”

Caitlyn chuckled. “At least she saves money by not having any friends to hang out with.”

You hated that she was right, you did have more money than your dormmates with friends. Your heart started pounding in your chest. “Can I help you?”

“We were just talking,” Vi said innocently, sitting down in the chair across from you. “Didn’t know this seat came with attitude.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t trust your voice not to crack.

“Besides,” Caitlyn added, tilting her head, “maybe you should give Vi a few lessons. She could use a tutor to balance out all that muscle.”

“Yeah,” Vi grinned. “You do tutoring, nerd? Maybe we could do private sessions?”

You started to say something – you weren’t even sure what – but then another voice broke through.

“Stop being mean to her,” a voice spoke from the side. You turned your head just as someone came to stand next to you. It was a girl with turquoise hair in two space buns, denim jacket covered with pink and blue buttons.

Vi smirked at the girl. “Powder-”

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” she put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you against her hip, “Stop being mean to my friend, Violet.”

Caitlyn laughed. “You're friends now?”

“Yep, friends, best friends, super close.”

Vi raised an eyebrow at her. “Judging by her face, that's news to her. Besides, Powder, you only started here two weeks ago – how could you have befriended this nerd so quickly?”

“That’s not important, and that's just what her face looks like. We're friends, aren't we?” she asked you.

You blinked back at her. “...Yes? Yeah, we're friends,” you played along, even though you didn’t know what her angle was.

“See, Vi? We're friends. Now, both of you, leave my friend alone.”

Vi scoffed, a flicker of something else in her expression. Not quite annoyance. Not quite amusement. Something you couldn’t read. “Whatever, Powder. See you around, nerd.”

Caitlyn gave you a once-over, then followed, sliding an arm around Vi’s shoulder as they left the café together, talking softly to each other.

You exhaled for what felt like the first time in five minutes.

“Thank-”

“So what do you like to do?” Powder cut in, looking down at you with sudden focus.

“What?”

“Well, we're friends now,” she squeezed your shoulders. “What do you like to do, I'm coming over to your place tonight.”

“Oh. Um...You don't actually have to do that. I appreciate you asking Vi-”

“No. We're friends, it's official. Tell you what, I'll just bring loads of stuff with me and we'll see what we both like! Where do you live?”

You stared at her. “Uh, Dorm 6.”

“6? Isn’t that single rooms?”

“Yeah.”

“But you’re a Junior; why aren’t you living off campus in, like, a shared house? Vi and Cait have a house. But Cait’s rich. Is that it?”

You swallowed, nodding. You couldn’t bear to tell her it was because you didn’t have any friends to share with.

“Okay, cool, dorm 6 it is! What time do you finish classes?”

The girl must be unhinged if she really did want to hang out with you.

But somehow, the warmth of her arm still around your shoulders felt…Nice.

Vi and Caitlyn did leave you alone after that. But something else started happening that was worse: they started flirting with you. Well, flirting at you. You were always caught feeling like a rabbit between two hungry wolves, licking their sharp teeth as they circled you.

You’d known why they bullied and mocked you – they were popular, you were not. It was a way to maintain their position in a hierarchy and you were an easy target. But this…The teasing and flirting, winking at you from across rooms and as they walked past you in the hallways, that was truly baffling. What did they have to gain? Just to humiliate you? Seduce you until you gave in and then mock you in front of the whole college? Or some weird thrill they got from making you uncomfortable?

A few weeks of this culminated in Powder confronting them…right in front of you.

You and Powder had developed a real friendship since she stood up for you, spending a lot of time together, in one of your rooms, or around campus. You’d learned on the first night she came over that she was actually Vi’s younger sister, which was obviously why she’d felt comfortable challenging Vi and Caitlyn about how they treated you.

The two of you were standing at your locker, Powder playfully showing you in the mirror on your locker door what your hair would look like in buns like hers, her hands holding your hair in position as she tried to convince you to let her put your hair up.

You were both laughing when Vi and Caitlyn headed your way.

“Maybe a different style? This one couldn't pull those buns off,” Caitlyn suggested mockingly.

“Yeah, definitely not the same hair as you, Powder. Would make the flirting really awkward if she looked like my baby sister,” Vi winked at you.

Not letting go of your hair or even looking at the two other girls, Powder said, “Speaking of flirting, what’s up with that? Why are you suddenly trying to get into Y/N’s pants?”

You blushed bright red. You pushed Powder’s hands out of your hair, not even recognising the stinging in your scalp when some hair caught on one of her rings. Flustered, you flattened your hair back down, your back against your locker.

Powder continued. “I mean, you’ve made her life miserable since you all started here, why change now?”

“They’re…They’re not trying…” you started, your voice thin and unconvincing even to your own ears.

“Oh, darling,” Caitlyn cut in, tilting her head with an infuriatingly smug smile, “If we were really trying, we’d have succeeded by now.”

Vi stepped closer to you. You could smell her cologne – sharp, clean, expensive. “We’re just having fun playing with you,” she said casually, but her gaze lingered on your face, your mouth, a fraction too long.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to run away or melt into the floor.

“Fun?” Powder repeated, arms now crossed. “Does it look like she’s having fun?”

You looked at her, grateful, but too stunned to speak.

Caitlyn laughed lightly. “Relax, Powder. We’re just giving her a little attention, maybe for the first time in her life. I’m sure she can handle it.”

“She doesn’t want your attention,” Powder snapped, but Vi raised an eyebrow and looked at you directly.

“Are you sure about that?”

You opened your mouth, unsure what would come out. Vi’s voice was lower now, teasing, but almost… curious. Caitlyn looked over at you, amused.

Powder’s glare could have cut glass. “Seriously? You’ve both bullied her for two years.”

“People change,” the taller girl said breezily. “Maybe we realised Y/N’s quite cute when she goes all pink.”

“Makes us wonder what else is pink,” Vi winked.

Your eyes widened, feeling once again like a rabbit between two wolves.

Powder’s voice was tight. “She’s not a game, Vi.”

Vi’s gaze flicked to you again. “We’ll see.” She paused. Then, softer, “We’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

They both walked away down the hallway, like they hadn’t just completely derailed your day.

Powder turned to you, eyes full of concern. “You okay?”

You nodded, but your heart was racing. You weren’t sure what you were feeling. Anger? Embarrassment? Or something much more dangerous?

The Halloween house party was already in full swing by the time you and Powder arrived. The walls practically vibrated with the music, disco lights flickered in time with the beat, and costumed students filled every room like a chaotic sea of glitter, leather, and too much fake blood and face paint.

Powder dragged you through the crowd, grinning like the devil with her red bodysuit and horns. You, less confident, were cinched into a corset for the vampire queen costume she’d talked you into wearing, complete with dark lipstick and eye makeup, a velvet choker, and a cape that didn’t even cover your butt. You’d tried the fake fangs but left them at home when they kept clicking against your teeth. Powder completed the look with a trail of red lip liner out of each corner of your mouth.

You were just starting to take in the atmosphere of your first ever college house party – despite being a Junior. Bopping to the beat near the kitchen, you struggled to find a balance between pulling your dress down to cover more of your thighs, and pulling it up to avoid showing too much cleavage, when Powder stiffened beside you.

“Oh, no,” she said, already glaring past your shoulder.

You turned, and there they were.

The Golden Couple.

Vi was dressed like some post-apocalyptic warrior, chest and wrists bandaged, and smug swagger. Caitlyn stood beside her in a tailored navy dress with high boots and a toy gun holstered on her thigh, somewhere between femme-fatale and Dominatrix.

And both of them were looking at you.

Directly.

They cut through the crowd with practiced ease, as if the party shifted to make room for them. You suddenly wished your cape was longer, your dress covered more, that your corset wasn’t pushing up your boobs, that you’d worn a mask and wig, and even that you’d stayed home.

“Wow,” Caitlyn said first, her voice smooth as silk. “Didn’t expect you to turn up looking like that.”

Vi let out a low whistle, eyes raking over you with no shame. “Y/N,” she drawled. “You’re gonna give the whole room a boner.”

You flushed so fast it was a miracle your makeup didn’t melt off.

Powder stepped in immediately. “Back off. You two don’t get to creep on her just because she looks hot.”

“We’re not creeping,” Caitlyn said with a tilted smirk. “We’re admiring.”

Vi stepped closer, brushing her fingers over the edge of your cape. “You clean up real nice, nerd. Didn’t know you had this in you.”

“Powder picked it for me,” you said. It came out more breathless than you’d like.

Vi grinned. “Oh, thanks, sis. You wrapped our present for us.”

Caitlyn took another slow step forward, joining Vi at your side. “Why are you so jumpy?” she asked, head cocked like she already knew the answer. “You can’t handle a little attention?”

“This isn’t just attention, Cait, and you know it,” Powder snapped. “You’ve made her miserable for years. Now when is this joke going to end?”

“If this were a joke, we’d be laughing,” Caitlyn said, eyes still on you. “Do we look like we’re laughing?”

You couldn’t answer. Your throat felt tight.

Vi leaned in, lowering her voice just for you. “Maybe we wanted to see what it was like when we weren’t just pushing your buttons to piss you off.”

“And maybe we want to see what happens when we push a few other ones,” Caitlyn added, just as low, lips near your other ear.

You froze. Your back was practically against the wall now, your knees felt dangerously loose.

Powder groaned. “You two are the worst. Come on, Y/N. Let’s get a drink.” She took hold of your hand, pulling you away from the two wolves.

Caitlyn smiled, slow and confident as she called after you, “You’ve got options tonight. Just depends how brave you’re feeling.”

Your heart thudded so loud you thought they might hear it over the music.

You stuck with Powder all night, lightly drinking and dancing your heart out. It was your first party in over two years at college, and you were loving it. It took you a little while to warm up and relax, to understand how parties like this worked but you followed Powder’s lead and were soon having the time of your life.

The two of you danced in the living room, got a drink from the kitchen when you needed a break, danced some more, then drank more. You were pleasantly buzzed, but not drunk.

The only dampener on the party were the two girls watching you wherever you went. They stayed in between the living room and kitchen all night, occasionally moving elsewhere to talk to people in your class – some you recognised but none had ever bothered to talk to you. They tried to get closer to you a few times, but Powder always glared them away or pulled you into a different area of the house. You were grateful; as the night wore on and the more you drank, the weaker your resistance got.

You’d been watching them just as much as they had you, and you were getting close to giving in. They both just looked so sexy that night, Cait in her tight dress and Vi with her bandaged wrists and muscles on display. Whenever you looked at Vi, you swore she flexed on purpose! It was a good thing Powder was keeping you away from them, for your own sake.

After dancing for a few hours, you leaned into Powder’s ear. “I gotta pee!” you had to shout over the music.

She nodded. “Want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Back in a minute!”

You waded your way through the crowd and headed upstairs, having to practically climb over people sitting on the staircase. The bathroom was thankfully available when you got there, locking the door behind you.

You did your business and paused after. You eyed the feminine wipes on the counter. Couldn’t hurt to freshen up a little…For no specific reason, you lied to yourself. Wiping with the toilet paper and freshening up with the wipes, you felt like a new woman. Washing your hands, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Somehow your makeup was still intact, and your hair was pleasantly mussed up but not shabby looking. You looked…hot. Maybe Powder had made the right choice with the vampire corset.

Unlocking the door, you stepped out. And immediately bumped into Caitlyn.

“Oh!”

“Careful, sweetheart,” she soothed, steadying you with her hands on your hips. “Are you okay? Have you had too much to drink?”

You shook your head. “No. No, I’m good.”

“Glad to hear it,” Vi said from behind you. You turned your head and saw Vi leaning in the doorway of a bedroom. “Then you gonna come in here with us?”

“Oh…Um…”

Cait pressed her lips to your exposed neck, short-circuiting your brain. It felt like your brain actually stopped working as your eyes closed on their own and you moaned low.

She chuckled against your skin. “Well, that was easy,” she murmured in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Are you finally ready to give in, darling?”

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want from me,” you said, voice quiet.

Cait held you tighter. “Yes, you do,” she said, and her voice was like velvet; soft, smooth, dangerous.

Vi came closer, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat coming off her. “We all know you don’t want to say no.”

Your mouth was dry.

“I don’t trust you,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to.”

You swallowed. “I should go,” you said, but your body didn’t move.

“Then go,” Cait murmured. “Stairs are right over there.”

You looked from Cait’s parted lips to Vi’s unreadable eyes, her smirk dialled up to something almost...Challenging.

Your fingers touched Cait’s arm.

Vi saw it first. Her smirk widened, just slightly. “Brave girl,” she whispered.

And then with a hand on your chin, Cait kissed you.

Your first kiss.

Not rough, just enough to shut your brain off entirely. Vi’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, giving Cait more room to claim your mouth.

They gently but decisively guided you inside the bedroom, Cait’s mouth never leaving yours. Vi shut the door behind the three of you, locking it with a firm click.

The room was dark, lit only by the light coming in from under the door and a streetlight outside the open curtains. It smelled like someone else’s perfume, but it barely registered. The pounding of the music below was a distant heartbeat now, drowned out by your own.

They pressed you against the closest wall, one on each side of you. Cait unfastened the clasp at your throat – the choker Powder had talked you into wearing for the costume – while Vi kissed along your jaw. You shivered.

“Still with us?” she asked.

You nodded, breathless.

“Use your words,” Cait scolded.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

Cait got on her knees in front of you, and Vi wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just to tease, to show you who's in charge. As if you didn't already know.

Cait paused, then laughed. “Are you wearing cycle shorts?” she asked, pushing your skirt up over your hips.

You blushed. “I didn’t want to flash anyone.”

Vi chuckled in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart, that would have made our night if you had.”

Cait gently eased the black shorts down your legs, laughing quietly again when she finally saw your underwear.

“What colour, Vi?”

She hummed against your neck. “Not black, that would be too sexy. You probably think red is whorish. So, maybe white?”

“Correct,” Cait laughed, stroking the tip of a finger along the seam of your lips.

Your hips jolted as she did, moaning under Vi’s hand on your throat.

“White like a virgin,” Vi snickered.

You froze.

They noticed.

“Holy shit, are you?”

You blushed again, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

“No, no, sweetheart, it’s alright,” Cait soothed, stroking your hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t change anything. We’re still gonna eat your pussy up,” Vi promised in your ear, sending a shudder through you.

“You’re going to feel so good, darling,” the blue-haired girl swore between your legs. She hooked her fingers in your panties’ waistband. “Can I take these off now?”

You looked into her eyes, then nodded breathlessly.

“Good girl,” Vi praised in your ear. You moaned loudly. “Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you a good girl?” You moaned again.

Cait helped you step out of your shorts and panties, urging your legs apart just a little. Your pussy was neatly trimmed, as pristine as your school record, making Cait smile as she ran a finger between your lips.

You gasped as she and Vi tormented you; Cait with soft touches to your pussy, and Vi at your breasts. With her free hand, she eased your tits free of the corset, letting them spill out over the top of the dress. She played with your nipples, getting a feel for their sensitivity. From your moans and gasps, they were very sensitive. No biting, she noted. Yet.

Cait scooted forward between your legs, and started by pressing small kisses across your hips and mound. Just to get you used to her touch. Like your breasts, you were very sensitive. She squeezed your hips and butt as she kissed you, marvelling at how soft your skin was. She supposed with no social life to speak of, you must have a lot of time and money left over for skincare.

With gentle fingers, she parted your lips, eyeing your clit. She gave it a small lick, making your hips jolt. You gasped as she did it again.

“Hmm, you taste so sweet,” she cooed, giving a few more licks, slowly using more pressure.

You let out a long breath, eyes drifting shut as you basked in the sensations at your chest and on your pussy. So, this is what all the fuss was about. Vi moved her arm out the way a little and bent down to your chest. She took a nipple in her mouth, running her tongue around it as you moaned.

Vi switched to the other side as Cait sucked on your clit for the first time. You cried out, your hand instinctively reaching for Cait’s head. You nervously touched her head, wanting simultaneously to push her away and pull her in closer. Cait used her own hand on yours, guiding you to hold her head to your pussy.

She hummed in approval, licking and sucking on your clit and labia with more confidence. You gasped and moaned, letting out an almost inaudible ‘fuck’ as she held you to her with her hands on your butt, moaning around your clit.

They worked you to a slow, gentle orgasm. Your first one with another person. It was delicate but undeniably amazing, making your body flex between them and the wall. You let out a breath, stroking Cait’s head in gratitude.

But she kept going.

So did Vi.

You were confused. You’d finished, so why were they still going?

Vi sensed your question. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

“But…I…?”

“That was just one, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”

To prove her point, Cait pulled your thigh up and over her shoulder, opening you up for her tongue as she dove deeper into your pussy. You whined, gasping on air as you felt her tongue slide inside your hole. She circled it inside you, then started moving it in and out.

You shuddered, your fingers twitching in her hair.

Vi released your nipples from her hungry mouth, speaking into your ear. “That feel good, baby?”

You nodded and whined pathetically.

“You want her to keep going? Keep eating your little pussy?”

You nodded again.

“Tell her how it feels,” Vi commanded.

“Feels so good, Cait,” you panted.

“Where does it feel good?”

“On my…” you blushed.

“Where?” Vi challenged. “She’ll stop unless you say where.”

“No, no, please, please,” you begged.

Vi squeezed your throat a little as a warning. “Then use your words. Tell her where it feels good.”

“On my…On my…Pussy?”

She chuckled as she sucked on your neck. “Keep going.”

“And my clit?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“It feels good on my clit.”

She nodded. “Good girl. Keep going. How does her tongue feel?”

Cait slid her tongue deeper, making you groan.

“God, it feels good inside me! It feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good,” you confessed.

“Did you touch yourself before?”

You nodded.

“How? Tell us? Tell us what you did.”

Cait latched onto your clit, sucking and flicking with her tongue.

“Shit! I’d…God…I have a toy. A vibe. Just a small one. And I use it on my clit sometimes.”

“Good girl. What else?”

“Nothing. There’s nothing else. Just that,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

Cait stopped and spanked your ass with both hands. You whined. “Don’t lie, darling. Tell us the truth.”

You blushed. “I have some other things too.”

Cait resumed eating your pussy, running a finger around your hole.

“What else do you have?” Vi asked, tugging on your ear lobe with her teeth.

“I-I was horny a few years ago and looking online…”

Vi snickered. “What did you buy?”

“Um…Nipple clamps. And butt plugs. Anal beads.”

They did not expect you to say that.

Cait briefly paused in surprise, but sucked your clit harder and slid a finger into your hole as a reward.

“Have you used any of them?”

You nodded.

“Which ones?”

“All of them.” At Vi’s amused and aroused look, you elaborated. “Just because I’m a bit of a loner doesn’t mean I never get horny!”

“Oh, you little freak,” Vi breathed out in a laugh. “You’re showing us all those things when we’ve blown your mind here.”

Cait worked you towards your second orgasm, adding a second finger when you begged so nicely for it. Your moans started coming faster, your chest heaving as your orgasm built inside you. Finally, it washed over you, your hips rolling against Cait’s face as your pussy clenched on her fingers.

“Do it again, sweetheart,” Vi ordered, holding your throat firmer.

“I-I can’t,” you protested weakly, already feeling another orgasm building when Cait didn’t stop or slow down.

“Yes, you can. We all know it. You’ve got so many O’s waiting in that pussy; we might be here all night.”

Your legs trembled, your supporting leg threatening to give way.

Cait pulled away, making you whine and beg her to return to your pussy, despite your over-stimulation. “Lie down,” she instructed, gently tugging on your hand. They both helped you onto your back on the floor. Cait pushed your legs out and back towards your chest. “Hold them,” she commanded.

When you shakily held your legs behind your knees, she smiled down at you, settling on one side of you. “Good girl,” she praised, rubbing two fingers of her left hand over your soaked pussy. You trembled, then groaned as she slid them into your sopping hole. You almost blushed at the noises you made, but you were too far gone to care.

Cait kept a good rhythm with your pussy, not too fast, just enough to have you moaning like a whore on your back, both of them kneeling next to you and watching you, their pupils blown wide with lust.

Vi pulled Cait in for a deep kiss, sharing your taste on her lips and tongue. The sight of them above you sent you over another edge, gasping both their names as your pussy squeezed and leaked on her fingers.

She pulled them out gently, showing you your sticky juices on her fingers. “That’s what good little sluts do, darling,” she smiled. “You know what else good little sluts do?”

You shook your head pathetically, feeling Vi start to rub her own fingers across your pussy.

“Good little sluts clean up their mess,” she instructed, holding her fingers over your mouth. A sticky drop fell onto your lips, your tongue instinctively reaching out to lick it away. “See? Your body knows what a slut you are. Open up, sweetheart,” she only waited a second before sliding her soaked fingers into your mouth, let out a moan of her own as your warm mouth closed around her fingers. “Suck them clean.”

You obeyed as Vi slid two of her own fingers inside your aching hole. Her fingers were shorter but thicker than Cait’s, giving you a little more stretch. Cait and Vi moved their hands in time, pushing their fingers in and out of your mouth and pussy in a coordinated effort.

Vi started curling her fingers inside you, making you see stars as she hit a spot inside you that made your toes tingle. You choked around Cait’s fingers as she held them deeper in your mouth.

“Good girl, hold them there. Hold them there,” she soothed, watching your eyes leak tears and start to ruin your eye makeup. “Well done, and three, two, one,” she pulled her fingers out, letting you cough and gasp for breath as Vi increased her speed. You wouldn’t last much longer, and they obviously knew that.

“Do it again,” Vi ordered, nodding at Cait’s fingers. “Take her as deep as you can.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth in invitation.

“Oh, isn’t that a pretty sight?” Cait taunted, sliding her fingers inside but not all the way. You closed your lips around her digits, sucking on them as Vi fucked you a little harder.

Vi smiled down at your pussy. “You wouldn’t know you were a virgin, such an eager little hole for us.”

You didn’t have time to blush, as Cait started easing her fingers deeper into your mouth. You coughed again, more tears ruining your makeup.

“So cute,” she praised, rubbing her palm over your lips to ruin your lipstick. She wanted everyone to know what a little slut you’d been.

“I can feel you fluttering on my fingers, sweetheart,” Vi smirked. “You gonna cum for us again?”

You nodded around Cait’s fingers, whining as the band in your pussy started getting tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped. You moaned around Cait’s fingers, then as she pulled them out and you gasped for breath, it felt like another orgasm hit at the same time, making your vision go black as you writhed on Vi’s fingers, squirting over her hand.

Vi slowed her thrusts as you came down, only coming to a stop when you flopped on the floor, arms releasing your legs. She eased her fingers out of your pussy, popping them into her own mouth. “Fuck, you’re delicious,” she groaned as she sucked you off her skin.

You blurrily blinked your eyes a few times, lifting your head. “Do I…Do I do you now?”

They both laughed.

Cait started helping you put your shorts back on. “That’s why we’re headed to your place. You can keep these on for now, just until we get you home.”

“These, though,” Vi smirked, picking up your white panties, slipping them into her pocket, “These are for us.”

The two of them helped you up onto very wobbly legs, Vi supporting you with an arm around your waist.

Cait unlocked the door, and Powder almost fell in.

“What the shit, guys?!”

[miajooz]

imagining riding vi’s bicep after she comes home from the gym!

warnings ˙⋆✮ honestly you’re both kind of submissive and pathetic, AFAB, masturbation, praise, swearing, reader has a huge fixation on these muscles, and well..riding vi’s bicep messily!

wc ˙⋆✮ 2.8k

vi was a women who enjoyed going to the gym, purely for her own benefits. she wasn’t some sort of gym rat asshole most people assumed she was—just a woman there to have a good time and feel good about herself. and maybe slightly to impress you, she could be quite a show-off.

you were very fond of your girlfriend’s biceps, when you clung onto them or touched them it felt and looked right. like a puzzle in your life you didn’t know you needed the piece to. you liked to squeeze the muscle softly, give her gentle massages, really any excuse you could come up with just to touch them. asking would probably be simpler—but where’s the fun in that!

besides her unfairly sexy face and personality—they were a huge reason why you were attracted to her. they felt right when you’d muffled your moans into them during sex, when you’d kiss them or just hold them while cuddling—they were perfect.

one time in particular, you asked vi if you could ride her bicep. you were both drunk out of your minds, curled up on the couch with the smell of alcohol and something sweet wafting throughout the room. perhaps that was convincing, because you followed through. it was a heated moment. messy, hot, frantic, wet—all of it. but it was so perfect, and vi seemed to get off on it a lot.

after that first time, it became routine. you were both obsessed with it.

usually you’d do it after she got home from the gym, that way her muscles were more prominent—you needed something perfect to grind and get off on! there was also a pain aspect she liked. she’d work out until her biceps felt tender, your added weight was painful but so pleasurable.

this day was no different, vi raced home. the traffic laws were just suggestions!

you were sitting in your shared bedroom on the plush mattress, watching some romance movie you probably had memorized. you were wearing that sweet perfume she liked, the one that practically magnified her to her body. it was a lure you knew always work, and it got you wanted.

that’s because you know what you wanted—you knew she wanted the same thing too. more so when she walked into the house, tossed her gym bag on the ground, and made a b-line straight to you.

you barely had time to look up because she was already on you. she laid you back, burying her face in your neck and panting. you could hear the sheer neediness in her voice, the way her lips trembled against your pulse and soaked up your heart beat in a way that made hers double in speed.

“god, vi. you could at least get yourself a glass of water or something.” you suggested, knowing you’d be ignored the moment you felt her lips on your neck. you could feel her smile against it, nose piercing cold but lovely feeling against your flesh.

vi pulled away for a brief moment, looking at you with those eyes that you always found yourself lost in. so full of meaning and so soulful. “oh, are you worried about me, baby? you should worry about getting that cute ass up and onto my arm.”

you laughed again, “don’t i deserve some love first? you abandoned me for hours.” you complained, legs wrapping around her waist.

vi had a grin on her face, the scar on her lip making it even more special. with gentle care, she placed one hand on your cheek, rubbing it affectionately. she leaned down, peppering small, loving kisses onto your neck. she worked her way up to your ear, breathing heavy in it in a way that made you shiver. “abandoned? oh please, i was gone for a few hours.” she teased, huffing out a laugh into your ear. a small kiss was planted on your cheek softly, her lips staying there for a moment. “but i do love you, dollface.”

there wasn’t much time to respond, not when vi captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. you sighed into the gesture, something between relief and an expression of the arousal sparking south. you wrapped your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss as if you could get any closer. it was a messy kiss, teeth clicking, tongues flicking and swirling around each other—everything you liked and everything she usually delivered.

vi bit your bottom lip, using the fact you gasped to her advantage. she slipped her tongue into your mouth, massaging her tongue against yours. you moaned softly, letting her tongue roll over yours. you felt dizzy, all of your emotions were pouncing on you at once and yet you were stuck in a messy, tongue tying kiss that you didn’t want out of. it didn’t get any neater, you two were practically devouring each other’s lips in a way that just screamed desperate. you wished her tongue was in outer places too.

you felt as she turned her head a bit, her body shuffling above you. she pressed her knee against your clothed cunt firmly, loving the way you moaned into her mouth and tried to grind against it.

eventually, vi pulled away, her lips barely hovering over yours. you could feel her breath on it, the two of you panting after sharing such an intense kiss. she lifted her head up a bit to look you in the eyes, her thumb coming down to wipe a small dribble of saliva off your face. she admired you. god, you were so perfect.

vi pulled away, crawling off you slightly so she was lower down your body. “god, you’re so pretty. my pretty girl.” she said breathlessly, it was clear she was desperate for this. she slid her hands down your body, one finger finding its way towards the waistband of your pajama shorts. she quickly slid them down, eyes immediately locked on your panties. a moan escaped her lips upon seeing how soaked you were, the patch on the cotton made your panties slightly translucent. “so wet. someone’s excited.”

“don’t worry, baby. its all yours, i’m all yours”

she then kissed the patch. kissed it—then just took it off as if it was nothing. you were panting now, face flushed and eyes blown wide.

“i know you look forward to this, i do too.” she murmured, two fingers coming down to trace lazy circles on your clit to stimulate you. but it ended quick, her eyes were just darting between yours and your sopping, wet cunt. she leaned back, scooting you to the side to lay beside you. “come on, baby. put it on me. i know you want it.”

you moaned and nodded in response, looking at her with sultry eyes. you waited hours for this, all day you had been thinking about finally getting to ride her bicep. you sat up, crawling a bit to hover over her arm. you scooted up, one knee pressing against her side and the other near her face. she often liked to kiss the knee that was by her head. you slid the sleeve of her t-shirt up a bit. after all, you wanted to ride her bare skin, nothing could get in the way of something so intimate.

vi couldn’t wait anymore, her eyes were trained on you and slightly widened, pupils dilated in a way that made you feel flattered. she was panting, almost moaning even though nothing was happening yet. the sheer thought and anticipation was what got her going. as well as the sight of your needy face. “i know you need it, baby, you’re a needy girl. you’re gonna start dripping on me so just sit.” she said, her free hand holding your hip and shoving you down onto her waiting muscle.

you immediately pulsed against her bicep, a weak moan leaving your lips from the sudden friction. you both panted there for a minute, vi watching you intently with an enamored expression. a breathy groan left her, her hand rubbing your hip softly. “that’s it, that’s a good girl. god..you look so pretty like that.” vi patted your hip softly “move for me, sweetheart.”

you mindlessly complied, dragging your wet cunt over her toned bicep. you immediately sighed, starting to soak her skin with a humiliating amount of arousal. it was soaking her, a wet clicking and squelching sound resulting from every move of your hips. the layer of slick helped you move your hips faster. “vi..god i love these fucking muscles. a-all for me..” you moaned, adjusting a bit so you could plant your hands down. “did you work hard for me? i-i can tell..”

vi was moaning too, as if she could feel it. your weight on her sore muscles brought her so much pleasure—she didn’t know why. it was the kind of dull, stiff ache that she just wanted to feel loosen. “i know you do, baby. i know. i worked so hard just for you. feel it, just feel it.” she responded huskily, pulling her hand away from your hip and shoving them down her gym shorts instead. her fingers started circling her clit, using the same pace you were using on her arm to get yourself off —as if you were rubbing that wet, pretty pussy on her own. “god, i can’t control myself when you’re looking at me like that. keep those eyes on me, sweetheart—please.”

your hips sped up, mouth falling open to let out pathetic, pornographic whimpers. it wasn’t just the friction, it was the sheer idea of this act. it was so absurd that it made it sexy, but so genius in your eyes. “look at you fuckin’ soaking me. you’re being such a good girl. use my arm, baby. use it.” she groaned, her fingers speeding up with your hips. she looked at the expression on your face and moaned again, softer sounds leaving her at the sheer sight of you.

her fingers slid down her wet cunt, maybe she was almost as wet as you were. two of her digits found themselves prodding at her neglected, waiting hole, barely pushing in. slowly, she thrusted her fingers inside herself and curled them. she moaned out and twitched, the arm you were riding was lifted up a bit and pressed against you further.

that elicited a louder whimper from you, “vi..fuck!” you whined, your hips bucking desperately against the plump muscle like a fucking dog. you watched with weak, mesmerized eyes as she touched herself. all because you were riding her bicep like that, coating it in slick and sliding your aching pussy up and down. you were panting and moaning uncontrollably, both from exhaustion and pleasure. “it feels so good, baby..s-so good..” you said between pants.

vi looked at you, making eye contact as her fingers pumped in and out of her cunt quickly. the combined sound of her squelching pussy and yours was downright sinful. she bit her lip softly, trying to control herself from just worshipping you. “yeah? can you tell me more, please?” she asked, knowing she’d get off on your pathetic, strained voice. not only because it sounded like that, but because you were getting off on her. you were riding her arm and blessing her with your sweet moans and wet slick. “tell me how good it is, tell me your mine—wanna hear it from that sweet voice of yours.”

you moaned in response, nodding mindlessly and trying to hold eye contact. “i love doin’ this..s’just so good.” you gasped, nails digging into the sheets below you. “i don’t ever wanna stop..don’t ever make me stop. please.” you pleaded, knowing you couldn’t hold off an orgasm forever. but you wished it was that way, and you knew she’d stay in that moment forever if she could. “i’m yours, i’m yours! f-fuck..me!”

vi drank up your words like wine, the affect on her was unfair. she pumped her fingers more aggressively, her own moans hard to control and manage. “holy shit..fuck. keep talking baby, come on. keep riding it just like that.” she husked, shivering at the wet slick that kept sloshing between her bicep and your pretty pussy. “god, i love this pussy. i fucking love it. i wish my tongue was inside you—fuck..w-wasting so much on my arm instead of my tongue.”

you whimpered from her words, the sounds a never ending stream of pleasure and messiness. though, you kept talking. “you can clean me up after, baby..i-i can’t stop, s’too good..” you were running out of stamina, but your sheer need to continue kept you going. “never leave me when i’m that needy again..i just wanted to cum on your bicep all day.”

the feeling of her toned muscle against your cunt was absolutely heavenly. the way it seemed to naturally mold for your pussy perfectly needed to be studied. your clit rubbed against her bicep deliciously, every rut of your hips having you weak. your slick was starting to drip down the sides a bit, the reeking made her shiver and groan. “i know, baby. you’re doing so good, promise i’ll take care if you before i go next time. my needy girl.”

unfortunately, vi’s brutal pace on herself was difficult to withstand, she couldn’t push down her orgasm building up and she sure as hell couldn’t slow down. you were in a similar state, the tightening in your abdomen almost made your hips stutter. you were both moaning and panting filthy words to each other, most of which weren’t coherent enough to understand.

“vi, vi..i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, eyes bobbling in place as an attempt to stay locked on hers. your hips were moving frantically against her bicep, desperately needing to feel that release you had been waiting all day for. sure, you took care of yourself through the day—but it just wasn’t the same as this. it wasn’t the same as your pussy on her skin, the closeness you felt was what made it so special. you needed that—you both did.

vi absolutely loved the way you looked, so soft and so desperate. she husked out a deep breath, an embarrassing whimper leaving her at the repeated curl of her fingers. “me too—fuck!” she gasped, the feeling building up to something almost unbearable. “cum on my arm, baby. do it, please just give it to me. i need it, i need it please..”

she was hardly done with her sentence before you finished. “vi, vi, vi!” you chanted as you threw your head back, back arching almost impossibly as you came undone on her bicep. your pussy pulsed against the muscle, clamping around nothing but not needing to. a weak string of whines and whimpers fell from your lips, most in which you’d definitely be embarrassed about later.

vi wasn’t far behind, halfway between one of your whines she came. she pushed her head back against the plush of the mattress, eyes rolling back almost painfully. her whole body reacted, the arm you were riding lifted up again. you were overstimulated, whining and squirming at the feeling.

“t-too much, vi! please i can’t!” you whimpered, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i-i can’t take it!” she didn’t notice at first, only stopping as she felt that relaxed feeling wash over her while you squealed and panted.

vi let her arm rest firmly on the bed, no longer pressing into you. she looked over at you with half lidded eyes, lips parted in a pant that you both seemed to participate in. “sorry, sweetheart. i didn’t mean it.” she husked out between gasps and pants. she broke eye contact with you to look at the aftermath. her bicep was absolutely soaked, juices dripping down the sides and the layer of slick bubbling and webbing against your tired, overwhelmed pussy.

you weakly lifted yourself off her bicep, the sticky webbing never more obvious. it was embarrassing to you, but vi loved it. you laid back, legs slightly spread to avoid absolutely everything getting sticky.

vi looked at her slick bicep against, leaning to the side and licking a long strip up it—cleaning all the slick and wetness you left there for her. her tongue lapped at it desperately, groaning at the feeling of your arousal on her tongue.

you watched in awe—she hadn’t done that before. but..you loved it. “fuck, baby..” you watched with slight embarrassment and astonishment, eyes trained on the way she lapped at her bicep to drink up anything she could get.

after a bit, she stopped. she panted, licking her lips and wiping her mouth. vi looked over at you and smiled tenderly, the eye contact could only be described as thoughtful.

“spread your legs a little bit, i’ll actually clean you up.”

credits to my wife for the bicep photo

tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv @smaugayra @andiemiaswife @mayfldss @elliesfavtoy @sewithinsouls @pariiissssssss @aliselune @myla-wyla @nattakasuperlesbian @xiletay @sawaagyapong @ellies-real-wife @lostdecisions @liddyflyer @talyaisvalslutsoldier @dustandpearls @vicluvsu @urmomssideh0e

[anyshowwitharainbow]

Hello, Sailor! (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary:

Anchors aweigh! Does this ship have seat belts? Oh well, its probably fine. Fair winds and following seas! OR You've never tried water sports... This is the story of when you get curious and find out your wives really, really want to.

A continuation of this prompt-fill. I'm considering this part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!

Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports

Words: ~7k

A/N: Nobody look at me... I get shy when I post filth. I will edit as I find things that need fixing.

AO3 | My Fics | original prompt

Hello, Sailor!

It started around lunchtime. Rio had been mulching the garden and there was a ring of sweat on her gray, cutoff crop top that was distracting you. You hadn’t intended on your eyes focusing on the wave her drinking made in her throat. Something about the way her head tilted back as she gulped down water made your throat suddenly painfully dry.

“Want some?” She asked, handing the water bottle towards you.

You shook your head ‘no’ dumbly.

“I think it’s empty anyways.” She frowned slightly, peaking into the inside of your favorite water bottle she commandeered.

She sat it on the counter with a clank and came to give you a brief, brisk kiss before returning outside. You were frozen for a moment or two before springing into action and refilling the bottle. You had to see that again.

Making your way outside you hand her the bottle and retreat with her soft ‘Thanks, babe.’

You casually sat on a bar stool, lazily spinning left and right before you accidentally land where you have a perfect view of Rio working outside. Watching her work had always done something to you. Anytime sweat sheened off her warm, olive skin you became entranced at the way her body moved, folded, and strained under her tasks. Something was different today, though. Every time she pulled a glove off and held it between her fingers as she reached for her water bottle your breath caught in your chest. You felt anxious, anticipatory…did you really want to see it again that badly?

Then, she’d bring your bottle- your bottle- to her lips and take several gulps. Each time, her head craned back. The movement in her neck was delicious. Your cunt throbbed with each gulp and it made your cheeks burn hot. You thought about touching yourself. You knew it would only take a small shift for your wetness to spread over your thighs. What the fuck is happening to your body?

This cycle rinsed and repeated over the next few hours. A few times, you retrieved her bottle to refill it. Each time, she was more appreciative than the last.

“How’d you know it was empty? Good timing!”

“My savior, once again.”

“So good for me, bunny. Thank you.”

“You always know what Daddy needs. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were watching me.”

You’re certain your face turned as red as some of her potted plants. Had you been caught?

So you tried to be more casual about it. You pulled yourself into various tasks around the house and occasionally glanced out the window to see what Rio was up to. You must have missed her running out of water- because now you look up to find Rio clicking the head of the garden hose and turning it on at a low pressure.

Her mouth sits open and she holds the hose above her and to the side. As she drinks from the stream you’re conflicted, unsure of whether you want to be the hose or be Rio while she’s the hose.

Not like that …

You justify to no one in your mind. It just reminds you of Rio drinking up your juices. And the one time you squirted with her lips wrapped around your cunt and you made a mess all over her face. The release had been pure ecstasy…

You wonder if that’s how it feels for Rio when she cums down your throat.

“Boo!” Agatha pinches your sides and you screech in shock.

“Agatha, what the fuck!” You whisper-yell at her trying to keep her quiet.

Her brow raises dangerously at you, a silent question of: ‘Agatha?’

Before she can question your use of her full name, and frankly your tone, she follows your gaze. You see her swallow and the beginnings of a blush color her cheeks.

“Oh…” her understanding meets yours in kind.

You both let your eyes linger on Rio for a moment before Agatha snakes her arms under yours, resting her hands on the counter and pinning you there. She nuzzles your ear before whispering:

“Do you wish it was you making a mess on Daddy’s face, bunny?”

“I—“

“I bet we could make that happen. Hmm? I could make you ride my cock. I’d even let you choose which one. Though…” she chuckles dangerously, “I know you like how thick my purple one is. When I fuck you with it I know you feel it right here.”

Her drawl on the word ‘right’ toys with you and you groan when her cool hand rests at your lower belly, right above your waistline.

“I’d say I’d fuck your ass, but Daddy would be too tempted to breed your cunt. I wouldn’t want to distract her from sucking your needy little clit.” Her coo is shaped through a pitiful pout, “Then how would you be able to make a mess all over her face, bunny?”

Your skin catches fire and you’re certain you are moments away from burning the whole house down.

“Do you remember when you squirted all over her face?” A pause…she wants an answer.

“Yes.” Is all you are capable of mustering and she chides you gently in response.

“Yes what, love?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good, bunny.” Her praise melts you into her frame. “Did you notice that Daddy never pulled away? In fact, I’m positive I saw her try and get closer.”

You hadn’t noticed… You question the validity of Agatha’s claim, but know she has no reason to lie.

“I think Daddy liked you being our little super-soaker. Do you think you’d be able to do it again? If Mommy fucked into you while Daddy ate you out? I bet it’d be easy to make you explode.”

As if on queue, Rio let the water from the hose fall over her forehead and down her chest.

“What if shes imagining that’s you, bunny? Would you give Daddy what she wants?”

Agatha’s hand slips into your shorts, groaning when she finds you aren’t wearing any underwear. She grunts and ruts into you when she’s met with your folds already being slick and white hot. She rubs lazy circles over you and you wish you could see her face.

“I could bottom out in one go. Grab your hips and yank you down til your ass is rubbing against my hips. You’d be whining, but the stretch would feel so, so good. Daddy would be at the end of the bed, stroking her cock. You’d want to taste her precum but I wouldn’t let you. You'd be too busy getting fucked like the good little slut you are for me. So good at taking Mommy’s cock…”

“Are you imagining it, baby? Me grabbing your sweet little throat,” her free hand wraps around the front of your neck for emphasis and you have no control of the harsh buck of your hips. “Can you hear it? Your ass smacking against me? It’s so loud, bunny…”

“Fuck… Yes, Mommy.”

You aren’t entirely sure where your body ends and Agatha’s begins. Perhaps if you’ve merged into one then she knows just how good she’s making you feel. You wiggle in an effort to get her to slip her fingers inside.

“Greedy today, aren’t we?” Her voice teeters on a growl, but her chuckle mists the possessiveness in her tone. “You don’t need my fingers, baby. Remember? Mommy has her cock buried in you.”

You are a fucking mess. You’d give anything for her words to be true.

“How does it feel to have Mommy rail you, hmm?”

“So fucking good.” You pant.

“Yeah? I bet I could make you our little super-soaker without even making you squirt.”

She is supporting most of your weight now and the subtle strain in her voice is delicious. You don’t have any time to consider what she means before she is husking at your ear.

“Is that what you want, bunny? For Mommy to fuck the piss out of you?”

Your body freezes, burning so hot that you feel cold.

Fuck the piss—?

Your thought barely forms into confusion when Agatha slams three fingers into you, curling them so purposefully your knees buckle.

“Jesus, fuck—“ you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re certain you open them, but you can’t see a thing.

“Maybe you’ll squirt first…maybe you’ll just think you’re going to. But no, baby. That’s just Mommy’s cock ramming into you.”

She is nearly battering your insides but your body only tries to suck her in deeper than her fingers can reach. The squelching noises coming from your cunt are filthy and only get louder when she drags her teeth against where your shoulder meets your neck.

“Such a naughty little bunny. Your pussy must really like what Mommy is saying.”

You clench at the way she coos in contrast of her harsh ministrations. Coherent thoughts are beyond you and your bones are jelly. If Agatha were to let go you’d fall to the floor.

“It’s okay, baby. I love that you’re this wet just imagining me fucking the piss out of you. And Daddy would be right there…letting you soak her just like she’s soaked right now.”

You groan at the thought of both women’s attention. If Agatha wants it, and if Rio wants it, you certainly aren’t one to deny them. You’ve always said you’d try anything once… Here in Agatha’s arms the thought of letting yourself go sounds like a dream. Even when you’ve squirted before, you always tried to hold back. What would it be like to give yourself to their whims so completely?

“Look at Daddy, bunny.” She removes her hand from your throat and harshly grips your chin, forcing you to lock your gaze onto where Rio is now stripping her soaked cut off and throwing it over her shoulder.

All you can do is whimper pathetically. She’s so fucking sexy and you’ll give her anything she wants. If she wants to lick your pussy while Agatha fucks you so hard your body has no choice but to piss everywhere…

“The next time she’s that wet it’s gonna be because of you. She’ll have her tongue buried in your cunt, licking from your clit to my cock. I’ll be right here whispering to you while you let me fill you up so full that if I hit just the right spot…fuck you at just the right angle…you’ll explode.”

You may as well be her puppet. Of fucking course you’d let them ravage you. They can have all of you. Whatever they want, it’s theirs.

“I know it’s hard to hold it all in. Such a big job…” she coos, “You’ll be a mess…a little rag doll for Mommy and Daddy to use. You’ll have held on for so long… It’ll be so easy to just…let go.”

Agatha bites your ear lobe and you yelp. Your insides are tight, throbbing coils and your body is buzzing in static tingles. She quickly retrieves her hand from your shorts and holds her fingers to your lips. She doesn’t wait for you to grant entry, she just slides them in and out until she’s determined they’re clean.

Your body is screaming for release. You’ve never been so aware of the weight that sits just above your cunt. Does your clit always throb when you have to pee this bad? Through the fog of whiplash you recognize a small gush your body clamps to contain.

Did you just… Was that…?

You try and subtly cross your legs, but the shift in pressure is just a threat to a dam that is moments away from bursting. She chuckles against your back and you know she’s clocked your uncomfortable wiggling. You can feel the smug pride radiating off of her.

“Or who knows,” she shrugs and pulls away, unpinning you from the counter. “Maybe Daddy wants to be the super-soaker this time. You’d look so cute getting pissed on by Daddy, bunny.”

Agatha’s smile is sweet as pie and a far cry from the filthy images she is planting in your mind. She leaves you there- a confused, horny mess that really, really has to pee. She’s sauntering away and you let her put some distance between you before you make a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she quickly cuts you off and slips into the bathroom.

Her smiles oozes kindness, but her eyes remind you who’s really in charge here. Perhaps that’s why your protest dies in your throat as she shuts the door and latches it, leaving you a desperate mess in the most unfamiliar, but certainly most delicious way.

______

Agatha’s commitment to her own bit is unparalleled. Eventually, you give up on waiting outside of the bathroom door. The urge to pee has died down considerably, so you choose to relax and wade through the days events. You’re rocking on the hammock near where Rio is working as you mull Agatha’s words over.

You aren’t naive. You’ve heard of water sports. You’ve even seen a few videos online that, while you’ve never lingered on them, did pique your curiosity.

There is something so forbidden about it, though. Your mind urges you to change course anytime you let yourself think of actually being part of the act. Working through Agatha’s words and your reaction to them felt like defusing a bomb. One wrong move and everything would crumble into chaos beyond repair.

That seems dramatic, even to you. It’s just pee. Is there that much difference between wetness, you and Agatha squirting, or Rio’s cum? It’s not like any of you are ever dehydrated or drink much else besides water and tea. Honestly, the times Agatha has squirted you remember painfully aching for more. Once, you had your fist buried in Agatha’s cunt for another ten minutes chasing for more and more before she had to tap out.

You try and imagine what it would be like if she did squirt for longer or released more liquid in general. You always lap up anything she gives you. You’re certain you’d cum the entire time she gushed all over your tongue, face, chest…

She clearly has an interest in water sports. How long has she fantasized about fucking you until you piss all over her and Rio? And her comment at the end about Rio peeing on you… Have her and Rio talked about this before? Does Rio share this fantasy? Does Agatha want to pee on you or Rio as well?

You will forever be desperate to taste as much of Agatha as possible, so you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are when you squeeze your thighs together to give your aching clit some relief. It’s easy to imagine Agatha riding your face, her silky cunt claiming your mouth and rutting against your nose. You often dream of her crouched over you, squatting so you can have access to feast on her puffy, dripping lips.

Your thoughts drift closer and closer to the unknown and before you know it you’re imagining various ways the three of you could explore water sports.

Maybe while Agatha is crouched over you she says:

“Open up, baby. Mommy’s got something for you.”

You clench at the thought of a jet stream of hot liquid gushing from Agatha. God, you know she’d soak you. Perhaps you’d be in a white t-shirt…the fabric clinging to you and cloaking you in Agatha’s warmth as it spreads.

Rio though…she is far more calculated and meticulous when it comes to how she gives you things. She likes to take her time, to give things with purpose. You imagine she may have you on your hands and knees, face shoved into the sheets and begging for more as she slowly slides her cock in and out of your ass.

It would be after several long tens-of-minutes of her stretching you, when her being fully sheathed tingled like stars and tasted of nothing but need. She’d pull all the way out and you’d whimper at how open and hollow you felt, at how pathetically you needed to be full again. You’d feel how widely gaped you were- clenching doing nothing to stop the tickle of the stream of cool air Rio blows into you.

“Finally,” she’d say, “nice and open for me.”

You’d hear the crack of a slap against your ass before its sting prickled at your ass cheek.

“Can you be good for Daddy now, bunny? I was so thirsty all day and now I’m so full… I really have to piss and your sweet little ass is the perfect place to do it.”

You unintentionally, and very audibly, moan. You clear your throat to hide it and Rio doesn’t even give you a sideways glance. Your celebration of concealing your pathetically needy noise is cut short when you clock a small smirk on Rio’s face. She seems content on letting you continue relaxing without any teasing so you take the time to study her.

Her jaw is soft, but well defined. Her shoulders are broad in their strength and her hands… Jesus, those hands are purposeful and you know they could destroy you.

You imagine one of them firmly gripping your ass cheek, the other firmly gripping her cock.

“Look how soaked your little cunny is, bunny. Is that what you want? Daddy to fill your ass up with my piss?”

You aren’t able to fantasize much more of the scene, your body catching fire at the mere thought of Rio’s hot stream hitting your walls and coating your insides. No matter how much she stretches you there’s no way she could fully release and it all fit in your ass. Would she stop? Would she direct her stream up your back? Would she let you overflow, her piss dripping down your cunt and onto the sheets?

Would she make you try and hold it all in? Would she fill you to the brim with her piss and then fuck it out of you? Would she just fill you with more while fucking you? Maybe she would fill you up then have Agatha eat your ass?

Your cheeks feel painfully sunburnt, yet you are still swaying in the shade. You hope it’s shaded enough that Rio can’t see your current state. Letting one foot drag on the ground, you force yourself to a halt when you see Rio making movement to leave.

“Where you going?” You are mostly curious, but hear a tinge of panic in your voice that you aren’t expecting.

“I have to pee.” Rio offers, casually, like she would on any normal day.

Today, however, was not a normal day. Today, you want to at least see.

“Agatha’s in the bathroom. I’ve had to pee this entire time.”

“Well fuck,” Rio sighs before shrugging. “Guess I’m going out here.”

She moves to find a spot behind the tree your hammock is attached to, out of your line of sight.

“Hey, wait!” You call, trying gracefully to roll out of the hammock and stumbling over your feet.

You run around the tree just as she pulls her cock free from her shorts and briefs.

“Yes, bunny?”

The subtle quirk in her brow tells you she’s half amused, half confused. You look down, eyeing her soft member and the way her hand pushes it in place to aim. You’re staring, and her amusement turns smug.

“See something you like?” She grips her cock to wiggle it gently.

“Can I…” you start, unsure if you should bail or throw caution to the wind. “Can I hold it?”

Rio snorts, but smirks proudly.

“Anything for you. Let me pee first though.”

“No!” You let out in a rushed bellow and she eyes you like you have three heads. Through your blush you continue.

“I mean…can I hold it while you…you know.” You try, embarrassment crawling up your neck.

“You want to hold it while I pee?” Rio questions without any amount of judgement.

Her seeking clarity to understand you disarms you in your battle against shyness and you can only nod. Her eyes are filled with questions, but none that she asks.

“Of course. Anything for my curious little bunny. Give me your hand.”

You comply and she guides you to her member, gently wrapping your hand around it. You squeeze, you’ve always loved the feeling of her cock when it’s soft.

“You have to be gentle but firm. Not too much though. He really likes when you touch him and it’ll be harder to go if he gets hard.”

You nod, fully absorbing every bit of information she’s offering. A deeply rooted curiosity, one that resided in you long before today, buzzes in anticipation of being satiated.

“You’ll have to aim it, okay? I have to go really bad so it’ll probably be a strong stream. When it comes it may make him jerk up, so just be sure to not let go.”

Your fingers adjust their grip and you are laser focused on where they rest.

“Okay, here it comes, bunny. Hold on tight.”

She looks up towards the leaves and you feel her tense lightly in her effort. Before you know it her cock is jerking harder than you expected and your loose grip allows the stream to shoot up nearly straight into the air.

“Tighter unless you want to have a wet t-shirt contest.”

Rio’s instruction is followed by a hearty chuckle and you feel the blood drain from your face. She assesses your flushed cheeks and her mouth falls open in something the resembles a deeply satisfied pride. The attention is too distracting so you grip tighter to meet her ask.

Her resulting groan could be classified as a growl if it had more vigor. Her head falls back against the tree and you feel stiffness start to push against your grip.

“Is it…are you getting hard?" You ask dumbly.

Clearly it’s getting hard, but maybe it just does that?

“It’s hard not to when I’ve got my little bunny’s hand wrapped around my cock. It’s especially hard not to when said little bunny seems particularly interested in Daddy’s pee…”

You blink and find Medusa waiting for you behind your eyelids. You’re as stiff as the tree Rio is leaning on and if your cheeks somehow weren’t tinted before then they are firetruck red now.

“Hey, don’t be shy, bunny. I like that you’re curious. Clearly.” She looks down to her semi-erection, that juts more proudly than it did before, before continuing.

“Do you want to feel it?”

Her tone is pillowy soft and lulls you away from your bashful, frozen state. You want to nod yes, but your brain threatens to sound sirens.

“Here, give me your finger.”

She takes over where your hand grips her and holds your wrist until you stick your pointer finger out. Her aim is now slightly downward and she guides your hand closer to her stream.

“Is this okay, bunny?”

You nod. As quick as you’d swipe a credit card, she swipes your finger through her stream. The warmth is fleeting, but combined with the pressure it offered you have to bite your lip to keep from showing your satisfaction.

“How was that?” She searches your face and her cautious hopefulness is what shatters your efforts to contain yourself, so you answer with a full smile. “Yeah? Want to do it again?”

This time, when you nod, she releases your wrist.

“You’re in charge, bunny. Go for it.”

Her smile is all-consuming and you’re emboldened by her clear contentedness and pride. She seems just as happy to share this moment with you as you are to share it with her.

You cautiously swipe your finger through her stream, eventually allowing two fingers to play in it and keeping them there. Her stream begins to trickle until only a few dribbles and drops make their way out. You frown but are quickly pulled out of your disappointment by a thumb stroking your cheek.

“Trust me, there will be plenty more where that came from. Daddy can always make more. Now get comfy again while I finish up.”

She tucks herself back into her shorts and readjusts her sports bra. You see two buds straining against the fabric and you playfully poke at one before she swats your hand away.

“Nice try, sailor.”

“Sailor?” You question the nickname.

“Yeah, you know. Cause you sailed through my stream.”

“Oh my fucking god.” You laugh at her corniness and she joins you, the sound a sign of satisfaction with her ability to bring you joy.

“Now go before I make you explain the nickname to Mommy.”

You don’t want that job so you scamper off, concocting a plan that you are sure to abandon if you don’t bring it to fruition right this second. You hear Rio call after you when you breeze past the hammock and into the house, but you pay her no mind. You find Agatha quickly and pull her by the wrist as she questions you in bursts of confusion.

“I’m not even wearing shoes! What has gotten into you, bunny?” Agatha questions as you pull her outside and to where Rio is still standing, equally confused.

There is no anger in her tone, only intrigue colored by confusion. You relish in the uncertainty you have pulled them into. It isn’t often you’re able to confuse both women at the same time. Still, you don’t let it linger for long.

“I didn’t think you’d be so eager to explain your new nickname, sailor.”

Rio lets the name hang in the air. Agatha raises both brows, but you aren’t sure if it is at the cockiness in Rio’s tone or the nickname she doesn't understand.

“What have you two been doing out here?” Agatha questions in suspicion.

Rio visibly relaxes and withdraws from her smug demeanor. Agatha doesn’t get jealous within your relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being left out for too long, either. Your eyes follow Rio’s hand that falls on the small of Agatha’s back before gripping the furthest hip and pulling Agatha in closer to her side.

“I was on my way inside to use the restroom, but our little one informed me you were monopolizing the facilities. I went to pee behind this tree, but before I could I was stopped by a very, very curious little bunny that wanted to help. For what I can only assume is scientific research, bunny wanted to feel it. Thus, our little sailor was born.”

Agatha eyes both of you. Her tense shoulders tell you her dominant question is likely ‘You peed on them without me?!’, but her taught muscles relax quickly and her eyes twinkle with something mysterious.

“Our conversation from earlier must have resonated with you, bunny. I’m glad Mommy could help pique your curiosity.”

Rio is about to question what conversation Agatha is talking about when Agatha catches her eye and gives a barely-there shake of her head. Rio must receive the message, because her question never comes.

“What did it feel like, bunny? Did you like helping Daddy go peepee?”

Agatha so easily melts you into a space where you’re certain she is all-knowing. Her attention entrances you to the gentle warmth it offers. She is your sun and you are destined to look to her for how ever long ‘always’ amounts to.

“It was warm,” you hear the dreamy bliss in your voice, but don’t feel yourself speaking the words. “I liked how it felt on my fingers.”

She smiles brightly at you, as if you are something wholly irresistible. Rio seems content to watch as Agatha floats closer towards you and she settles some of her weight against the tree.

“Daddy was very thirsty today, I can only imagine how much she had to give you. Did you get to feel it anywhere else, sweetheart?”

You shake your head no and she hums, likely satisfied that she didn’t miss out on too much of the fun. You understand the desire to share this exploration with all three of you. That’s why you chased Agatha down and drug her out here, after all. As if reading your mind, she continues.

“What did you bring Mommy to see, bunny?”

You are staked down by bashful hesitancy. You want nothing more than for her to cut the ropes and allow you to float into her and Rio’s assurances.

“There’s something you want both Mommy and Daddy to see, baby. Can you tell us what it is?”

You’re saying the words in your head, but no response leaves you. Agatha pulls you into an all-too-short hug and you miss her warmth as soon as she pulls back.

“Can you help Mommy guess?”

Upon your nodded confirmation she lets her hands fall to your waistline and twirls one of the drawstrings on your shorts around her finger. The prominent veins in her hand make you clench around nothing. She's so close to where you’ve needed her all day. Yet, your need for her at the moment isn’t quite as simple. You need Agatha, yes, but you need Mommy too. Her guidance, her doting, her affection.

“Do you need these for what you want to show us?”

When you shake your head ‘no’ she gently pushes your shorts down. You gasp at the gentle breeze hitting your soaking wet center and she groans at the sight of it. Whether she remembered you aren’t wearing underwear or not, you’re sure her response would’ve been the same.

“You’re so wet, bunny. Is this all from helping Daddy pee?”

You shake your head ‘no’ and she hums.

“Some of this is still for Mommy from earlier, hmm?”

You whine when she crouches down and uses her thumbs to gently part your lips so she can see your clit straining for attention.

“It wasn’t very nice of Mommy to leave you so needy, was it?”

She finds your eyes and locks your gazes together.

“Can Mommy show you how sorry she is, bunny?”

You figure you must’ve nodded because her eyes continue to bore into yours as she sticks her tongue out and uses her head to move her tongue over the underside of your clit. You hear shuffling in Rio’s direction, but are unable to break your gaze from the blue eyes that beg for the whole of your attention. Your hips offer pathetic little jerks against Agatha’s tongue and she chuckles at your bodies eager desperation.

“I’m sorry, little one. I forgot there was something you wanted to show us! How silly of me. Do you mind if I go make sure Daddy is ready for what you want to show us?”

Again, you offer a shake of your head and she straightens herself up, turning around to face Rio. Your eyes finally fall on the woman who is observing and you squeeze your thighs together when you see her erection straining against her shorts. A gush of wetness escapes you and coats the insides of your thighs when you notice her hand is down her pants.

“That’s a job for Mommy, isn’t it Daddy?” she asserts and Rio may as well be a deer in the headlights as Agatha frees her cock by yanking her shorts and briefs down.

Neither you nor Rio are prepared for the sight of Agatha crouching down and taking the entirety of Rio’s length into her mouth and down her throat in one go. From your vantage point, you can see Agatha’s nose scrunch against Rio’s neat tuft of hair. The subtle bulging in Agatha’s throat moves as Agatha gives short bobs on Rio’s cock, keeping her nestled into her throat the entire time. Rio is a panting, moaning mess and you’re certain she’s about to cum down Agatha’s throat.

She doesn’t get the chance to, as Agatha gracefully draws her head back and straightens herself out.

“Now sit and be good. If you behave and save your cum for our little bunny then maybe the next time your cock is in my mouth I’ll let you piss down my throat.”

Rio’s cock twitches before her back slides down against the tree until she is seated. Agatha chuckles at the state of heady, all-consuming arousal Rio is left in. The coy smirk on her face is quickly replaced by a much sweeter smile as she turns back to you.

“Daddy’s all ready now, little love. Are you?”

You shuffle a bit on your feet. Your body is on fire from Rio’s hungry look that settles on you, but your current headspace is far more suited for compliance than taking the lead. Agatha seems to understand this and is next to you in a flash.

“I think you’re ready, love. You know your words and taps to make anything stop at anytime, yes?”

When you nod, you’re gently chided and you offer what Agatha wants to hear.

“If I say ‘red’ or tap you three times you’ll stop.”

She beams with pride and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Good, bunny. That’s exactly right. Can you trust Mommy now?”

When you nod she rubs your back before guiding you to squat down.

“Can you spread your knees apart for me? We need to make sure Daddy gets to see too.”

You follow the instruction and you know they can both see you clenching at the feeling of the breeze against your completely exposed cunt. Agatha crouches next to you and uses one hand to stabilize you and the other to spread your lips open.

“You have such a pretty little pussy, bunny. Mommy needs you to be brave now, okay? I know it may seem scary, but I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve wanted this. I want to see you let go. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you let go for Mommy?”

You gnaw at your lip. You are spread wide open with Agatha’s hand on your cunt, Rio stroking herself slowly while watching. You’re momentarily distracted by the wetness on Rio’s cock, likely a mix of precum and Agatha’s spit.

“You don’t have to be shy in front of Daddy. Daddy wants this too. Look at how hard she is. You know, one time Mommy caught Daddy standing outside of the bathroom while you were going tinkle. She was hard as a rock. Almost as hard as she is right now.”

Its Rio’s turn for a blush to consume her features. You would question it, but the way her stroking picks up its pace tells you its likely true.

“I know she’s dying to see it just like I am. Can you go for us now, bunny?”

You finally give a confident nod. You’d do anything to receive the doting you are awarded with in return.

“Perfect, now just relax, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

You relax into her embrace and will your body to let go. Your body seems to not understand your brain’s request. Though you’re urging yourself to pee nothing happens.

“Does this help, bunny?” Agatha coos as she uses her fingers to lazily circle your clit, breaking through a mental dam you weren’t fully aware of.

Your resulting whine is pitiful.

“Mommy, I can’t…” the beginnings of frustration threaten your resolve, but quickly dissolve when she begins to shush you softly.

“Yes you can,” she coaches before slipping two fingers into you.

You and Rio moan at the same time and Agatha chuckles before moving back to your clit and continuing.

“Be good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. It’s okay. Let go.”

Her whispers do a better job at willing your body than your own demands. Before you can think about it much further you feel a rush from somewhere deep within your lower belly all the way to your cunt. The three of you collectively gasp when the first spurt of hot, nearly-clear liquid gushes from you.

“Yes, good, bunny. So good for Mommy. Keep going. We want it all.” She encourages, lightly tapping your clit with her hand.

Part of you wants her to slap your clit harder, but before you can ask, she removes herself from your clit and uses her fingers to spread you open as widely as she can.

You bear down for a moment to encourage your body before you fully let yourself go and your powerful stream rushes out of you. You’re focused on watching yourself pee while Agatha is touching you when you hear Rio spit. You look up to see her rubbing the newly added lubrication over the head of her cock before she begins to stroke herself faster.

“You like that, Daddy? Watching our little bunny go peepee while Mommy rubs their little clit?”

“You’re doing so good for Daddy, baby,” Rio soothes through a groan, “Mommy was right. The last time you squirted on my face I was so tempted to fuck the piss out of you. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Your body is blooming into something entirely new. Freedom tickles at every nerve ending you have and you’re consumed by a euphoria that only comes from shared, raw, unadulterated honesty. It emboldens you to seize this moment while you have it, in case you don’t feel as brave later.

“It feels so good, Mommy. Thank you for helping me. It’s so easy to pee for you and Daddy when you touch me. Fuck, I can’t wait until I’m doing this with you or Daddy under me. I want to give you everything.”

Agatha’s growl strokes your ego and you aren’t entirely sure where everything you’re saying is coming from.

“You were right earlier. I want you to fuck the piss out of me so bad, Mommy. I want your cock fucking me so deep that it makes me completely lose control and wet myself all over the bed and Daddy’s face. Or, fuck,” you gush with wetness and the clenching temporarily pauses your stream before it returns full force. “I want to eat your pussy while Daddy fucks my ass so hard that I soak the sheets with my piss. I want Daddy so deep in my ass that I don’t have a choice, it all just comes out.”

You’re so far gone in your fantasies that you only pause when you hear a string of expletives from Rio. You look up just in time to see her paint her stomach with long, thick ropes of cum. She doesn’t even wipe her hand before coming over to you, pulling your legs out from under you, setting your ass onto the ground, and wrapping her arms around your thighs as she lays between them and begins feasting on your soaking wet cunt.

Agatha is stunned, but you can feel her arousal by the way she tries and fails to compose herself. Ultimately, she lets her hand travel down to spread your lips open again to give Rio better access.

“Don’t stop, baby. Give Daddy what she wants.”

You aren’t entirely sure how much you have left to give, but your body demands a full release and complies without your order to.

Your pussy is buzzing with the muffled groans coming from Rio’s mouth and you try to sear the image of your piss pooling around her lips into your brain. When she opens her mouth, your stream flows unhindered and you could cum just from seeing it ricochet off of her tongue. She stretches her lips to cover your entire cunt, leaving just your clit poking out for Agatha to toy with. Your body is screaming with pleasure, so you can’t be certain, but you vaguely wonder if the steady, timed movement of Rio’s tongue is her swallowing.

Is she…?

Your thoughts are cut off when Agatha finally rubs your clit with purpose.

“Do you like it when Daddy drinks from your leaky little pussy, baby?”

You can do nothing but pant as Agatha and Rio bring you closer and closer to erupting. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you worry once it hits you that you’ll combust into nothing but dust to be swept away by the wind. Rio’s tongue laps against your hole and its all you need before something in you snaps and you burst.

You let out a scream and you’re swimming in a tunnel of light headed bliss that consumes you whole. You vaguely register words of encouragement and praise from Agatha before oxygen slams back into your lungs you feel like your heart restarts from minutes of being stopped.

“Holy…” You start, but you lose the ability to form words when you see Agatha pull Rio up into a hungry kiss.

You’re lost in the way Agatha’s tongue seems to dig for more and more of a taste of you in Rio’s mouth. It isn’t until you see Agatha’s outstretched hand that you realize both women have stood up. Rio waves Agatha’s hand away and tucks an arm under your knees and behind your back to lift you easily.

“Upstairs,” Agatha directs and Rio nods before parting ways with Agatha as soon as the three of you reach the kitchen.

Your confusion must be painted onto your face because Rio just chuckles. You throb at the underlying hunger you hear and find matched in her eyes.

“What? You didn’t think playtime was over did you?” She smirks, knowing you’ll be nothing but eager to be fully devoured. “We’re not done with you yet, sailor.”

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A/N: Gonna have to walk the plank to cool off. Lort this did a number on me just from writing it, LOL. I hope it did a number to you if you're reading this!

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