𓆩 they’re sharing lip gloss between passing periods 𓆪
summary: reader is one final away from being expelled, and ellie’s gpa is unrealistically high
warnings: hyper-feminine reader, readers comically dumb lol, not proofread bc i’m lazy :/
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader who is a cheerleader riding off of an athletic scholarship. The only reason her high school grades even made it possible is simply because all the smart kids in the class would do her work for the chance of speaking with her in passing!
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who holds the highest gpa in the entire university and absoluetely works as a TA on the side, and tutors people for pocket change between her ever growing list of courses
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader whos pulled aside by her coach during practice being told that if she doesn’t do anything about her grades, she’d literally be expelled
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who’s used to tutoring frat boys, and random students who assumed she’d give them the answers, and then never show up again once they find out they actually have to do the work on their own
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who’s completely cottonmouth when she walks in and sees you in the tightest shirt, smallest skirt, and applying lipgloss in your compact mirror before blinking up at her with your pretty eyes
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader who literally perks up when she sees ellie walk in with almost every textbook for your class (you’re practically failing every class) and immediately sets her goal on making her yours
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie whos sweating through her shirt because the entire tutoring session goes like:
“okay, you’re supposed to round it up after you solve the equation” ellie explains calmly, her pen tapping against the paper
“oh! wow, ellie, you’re so smart!” you beam excitedly as you run a manicured hand over her arm
ellie’s face grows warm as she avoids eye contact, a smile making its way onto her face, “…thank you”
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who suddenly loves mondays, wednesdays, and fridays at 5pm a whole lot more with you around
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader who unironically thinnks ellie is the smartest and coolest person to ever exist. finds her nerdy tangests to be entertaining, and the way she explains scientific theories 1000x more interesting than any old professor
“wait, if it’s a theory… why are we learning it? i thought theories weren’t real?”
“no, it’s… never mind, just choose c”
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who never makes reader feel like an idiot. she calmly explains any question without judgement because it makes her feel smart and needed
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader who asks ellie to come to her games so she can watch her tumble. totally points to ellie in the crowd and waves to her with the biggest smile just to ask her after the game on their way back to their respected apartments what her favorite trick was of the night
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who starts showing up later and later to her other tutoring sessions smelling like vanilla purfume with strawberry lipgloss on her lips from an impromtu makeout session at your place just minuetes beforehand
౨ৎ ─ nerd!ellie who 100% plays dnd idc, and bimbo!reader joins bc shes a supportive girlfriend!
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader whos a bard that serenades ellie, whos a wizard, everytime she lands a spell. the entire group groans when reader throws her arms around ellie and kisses her cheek in congratulations as ellie’s glasses fog up and she smiles all sheepishly
౨ৎ ─ bimbo!reader who throws a huge graduation party for her and ellie, and doesn’t exclude her girlfriend for one second, just makes her the center of attention while she’s all redfaced and giddy
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words cannot describe the series of unfortunate events that fell upon me for the series of months… also… i had a birthday this friday, so yay me!!! hope you guys enjoy!!
im bacc! but just with some random thoughts as i procrastinate my deadlines,,
been thinking about needy puppy!reader (with the ears and fluffy tail and all) who is in heat,, im taking about about pillow humping, whining and whinging, and tearing up,,. and caitlyn is just oh so busy but in the end can't resist when she has reader all over her, pawing at her leg, giving her back hugs, sending photos and videos throughout the past few days.
“Ha~ haa,” soft whimpers leave your panting mouth.
The fluff of your ears peeking through your hair is furrowed backwards while your tail wags behind you in quick and unstable motions. Its fluid rhythm cracks whenever you hit the sensitive area deep inside you.
That buried penetration of a girthy black dildo strapped to the boot of Piltover's finest.
“Sheriff– Ah,” you try to speak, but the hair on the back of your head was yanked by the scalp with an agonizing grip, forcing your tear stricken eyes to meet her dark gaze.
Her eyes were cold, icy blue, fueled by your whiney begs and erotic movements of your hips against her boot in the middle of her office after hours. The room is only being lit by one table lamp in the corner, giving the space a heavy and lustful atmosphere.
The blue-headed sheriff gives you an utmost domineering smirk, purely delighted by the way your tongue hangs out your mouth while you catch your heaving breath and that bright red hue spreading across your cheeks.
“I didn't say you can stop now, did I?”
You shake your head in her grip profusely before she brings your face back to her waiting center. A muffled whimper meeting back at her core where you continue to lap up her soused heat. Licking her like your dog bowl that she makes you drink from.
Your hips still in surprise now entirely focused on sucking and flicking your tongue on her hard clit.
She lifts the front of her foot, thrusting the silicon cock back into your drenched cunt, hitting you deeper than before inducing you to gasp in her cunt. She repeatedly does so till your hips go back to its grinding rhythm.
“That's it. Keep riding puppy,”
The vibrations of your moans send shocks up her spine causing her to bite down onto her bottom lip while eyeing your submissive form. Her gloved fingers still tangled in your hair, keeping your head close between her legs.
“Eyes on me when you eat, darling” She states, earning a view of your glossy puppy dog eyes meeting up at hers.
Her stomach starts to turn, her inner lips tensing around your tongue. You quicken your hips in excitement, wanting to taste her delicious release mixed in with your spit. You hump her leg aggressively, chasing a much needed orgasm in the midst of your mating season. The time you're in heat and can't bother to ignore it.
Just earlier you were sending her naughty videos of you grinding up against her pillow back at the Kiramman estate, soaking her sheets while she’s away at work. For days now is when you went into heat, the unbearable sticky feeling glistening your pussy and with Caitlyn always working, you had nobody to take care of your needs.
She sees your messages way before she responds, commanding you to head over that instant.
After every guard has clocked out, left for home, that’s when you stumbled into her dim office. Sheriff of Piltover, signing paperwork across her desk as you sway your hips back and forth, fluffy tail following in pursuit. You stood behind her chair reaching over her shoulder to caress her chest and fiddle with the buttons of her uniform.
She had you on your knees, neck strangled in a collar with your name on the tag the next moment.
Both her clothed hands hold onto your hair, pulling you further into her while you never stop the slick movements of your wet muscle. “Fuck–fuck,” She throws her head back against the leather rest of the chair gasping for air when she meets her high. After a long week, gods, she’s needed this. Grinding her hips against your face, your gaze never leaves the sight of her quivering under your touch.
Caitlyn's shaking is prolonged when you suck on her for more, the taste of her thrilling you to the max. With a groan she takes hold of the clamp attaching the leash to your tight collar and pulls you away from her stimulated clitorus. With the yank comes out a yelp, choking when your airflow is blocked for a slight second.
Before you could reach your release she picks you up off the dildo, its rigid tip leaving your cunt with a juicy pop, leaving you sitting on your knees on the hardwood flooring, fingers hurrying between your legs to flick your clit, complaining of the feeling of your pussy being empty.
Her pants clung around her knees, her uniform top unbuttoned for you to see her sports bra underneath. She picks up the end of the leash tugging your head up. She stands from her seat and you can't help the way your tail wags proudly when you see her arousal dripping down her legs.
She looks down at you with your ears raised, tongue out, sitting in front of her feet while you look up at her with absolute puppy love and joy. She bends slightly, reaching her free hand under your chin. “You’re so cute when you’re like this, puppy.”
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The contrast of her moods during sex made everything so much more exhilarating. Making your pussy wetter with each attitude she brings to the table. One minute she’s praising you for how much of a good girl you are for behaving, the next, degrading you like the bitch you are. The bad dog in need of punishments.
She had brought you over to the couch that sits on by a wall in her office. You’re buried in the plush pillows, arms out in front hanging over the back of the sofa, digging your nails into it. Your back was in a deep arch, nipples hard from being exposed, knees in the seats of the couch with your thighs spread so far out in almost a split, toes curling with every harsh back shot you’re receiving from the tall heiress who’s standing behind you, leash wrapped around her knuckles to shorten the material. Her other hand holds the base of your tail to pull you back onto her thrusts, meeting her hips.
Your eyes have completely turned white from how far rolled back they are. You can’t manage any more words to leave your throat, only rough gasps and hungry yearns for your cunt to be ruined by her, for her to relieve that intolerable burning deep within your core.
You didn’t just want her, it was a need.
“You like it when I fuck your needy cunt, mutt? That’s what you are, huh? A mutt?” Your skin moves in waves with each rut of her hips. The hilt of her strap clashing with your ass that’s grown red from all the disciplined spanking she’s done.
The only answer leaving your lips were high-pitched moans from your opened lips, your tongue spilling saliva all over her office sofa. She leans in and gently blows on your soft ears, a pleasant feeling sending waves of chills throughout your body.
“Cait- shit,” you gasp when the hard tip of her cock hits your cervix, abusing the sensitive entrance of your womb. She hums in content, the way you always call out her name like it's the only name you know just does something to her, to be called out and begged for like a prayer.
“Yes, puppy? Want me to breed your unspayed pussy?” Her hips jerk harder, the force pushing your whole body deeper into the couch. You turn your head the most you can to speak over your sweat damped shoulder. “Ooh~ fuck yes! Please.”
She lets go of your leash and tail that wags in her face. Her hands grab onto your hips, surly to leave bruising marks and put all the effort she can give in thrusting her long, girthy toy cock that had to have been made for you based on how perfectly it fills you whole. Your fingernails scratch the fabric, your teary eyes closed shut, face pushed into the pillows, muffling your pleasured screams. If she had sperm you know you would have a whole litter of puppies by now with how often she needs to penetrate you with her strap after a long day.
You swear you can see stars in the darkness of your closed eyelids, her cock reaching great lengths, ruining you from the inside making your legs shake. A few more thrusts and you were gone, overflowed from the multiple orgasms she had you take on for the night, with this one ending the cycle. Her hips don’t stop moving, her eyes strained on your swollen entrance as you squirt all over her cock and on the floor between you. Her thrusts push more and more out of you while you spasm in her hands. Your body sinks further in the couch, chest heaving from the intense orgasm.
When you both come to a stop, she doesn’t pull the toy out of you, too mesmerized by how you’re able to fit such a size.
By the time she does pull away from you, finally letting you catch the break you needed after being relieved of the heat, your tail instinctively shies away in between your legs, covering up your throbbing hole.
You’ve fallen off the furniture, now kneeling on the floor with your upper body resting on top of the mattress of the couch.
Soft hands come to the buckle of your collar, gently taking it off your neck with a showing bruise all around, tossing it somewhere on the floor and lifting your body to lay comfortably on her blue office sofa. She removes all of her garments and lays down next to you, allowing you to cuddle up close to her chest, nose burying deep in her collarbone. She pets your head, your ears falling back with the motion as you begin to fall asleep in her arms.
She whispers softly, “You’re such a good girl.”
note: HIII sorry this took a min!! I was busy writing some other requests, but I couldn't wait to get started on this one
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dog-coded butch who will tuck their face into your neck and give a long sigh and go dead-weight on you like a lap dog that doesn’t know it weighs 200lbs
synopsis - headcanons on what the women from dispatch would be like when they are dating.
authors note - can i just KINDLY say. OF COURSE I DO??? also im so excited for my first dispatch post.
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dispatch women || sfw & nsfw dating headcanons
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invisigal
sfw
acts like she's so friggin cool about you but shes definitely not. before you guys started dating, nonstop dreams, nonstop eyeing you across the office, nonstop observing you while she's invisible. i don't wanna say she was stalking you, but she got super close to it. cmon now, she just really super duper likes you!
always touches you when she walks by, even if it's barely. -- hand on your lower back, brushing fingers, tugging your shirt.
goes invisible just to sneak up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist. only in private though, can't let everyone know she's secretly soft for you.
you keep a backup inhaler for her just in case, and she thinks its the most sweetest thing ever.
steals all your stuff. jewelry, hoodies, chapstick, heart. yknow, the basics.
gets really jealous really easily. but, not the loud jealous. the jealous wear she just stares at whoever is flirting with you or talking to you. a death stare nobody could recreate. she will then go invisible and sabotage said persons belongings. whatever she can find.
randomly disappears only to reappear behind you and whisper "miss me?" just to see you jump.
she memorizes your schedule without your knowledge, you'll turn a corner and she's just there
with you, she feels like she doesn't have to be invisible, like she doesn't have to hide. she can just be.
nsfw
can't keep her hands or eyes off you, constant fucking in the locker room.
invisibility is her foreplay. she uses her invisibility in the same way someone else would use handcuffs. it's her advantage, her tease. she'd kiss your neck, disappear, and then reappear much much lower than before. she'd pull your legs apart and you'll feel her breath, but not her body. she'd say something corny like, "aw poor girl, can't find me?"
makes you say her name.-- her real name. not 'invisigal' not 'visi.' she wants you to say courtney. your voice is her kink.
loves overstimulation. courtney does not know how to stop when you are shaking.
and if you get her in a bottom position? poor girl has never been able to let her guard down, until you.
she'll say "is that all you got?' with her legs shaking.
grabs at your waist constantly, not to control you, just to feel you move.
when she's on the bottom she'd say things like - "yeah, just like that. fuck. keep going" - "i love when you do this to me." - "look at you, fuck." - and cutely, her voice would crack.
when she's on the top she'd say things like - "cmon baby keep your eyes open." - "yeah? you like that?" - "you're so easy to ruin, it's actually kind of adorable." - "don't look at me like that or im gonna fuckin' lose it."
malevola
sfw
calm, quiet affection
she's the kind of girlfriend who shows her love with presence, not noise.
sits next to you, leans her shoulder into yours, hand on your thigh, zero words. maybe a comment or two, but not much. but she's still so aware of you, she notices every micro-expression.
always always ALWAYS late. but always brings you something as and apology. she'll portal in 15 minutes late to a date you'd been planning for weeks but bring you some form of compensation. a shiny rock she thought you'd like, a coffee, a pastry, a kiss or two? - "i compensated for the inconvenience."
deeply protective but in a scary way. she won't yell, but if someone bothers you, she'll just look at them. and they pretty much just leave! she loves being feared on your behalf.
gossip gossip gossip. dates are 40% talk her shit. she gossips like its her love langauge. - "you didn't hear this from me..." - and then proceeds to tell you everything she shouldn't.
flirty in an understated, lethal way. she says things calmly, quietly. "you look devastating today." - "you're distracting me again, love." - will lean in close just to watch you react.
surprisingly supportive. she remembers literally everything you say and brings it up weeks, maybe even months later. she acts like she's above all the mushy gushy emotional lovey stuff but absolutely is not. she shows up for you (sometimes late, but still) in every way that matters.
nsfw
deceptively composed, she doesn't lose control easily. her voice stays low and smooth, even when she's desperate.
slow, but very intentional. she likes taking her time, building tension until you squirm. she'll softly ask "is this too slow for you?" 100% knowing it is.
loves being feared just a little. she doesn't want you scared of her, she wants you aware of her power. she'll cage you in with her arms, or pin your wrists gently. - "i like seeing you look up at me."
praises in a dark tone. "good." - "just like that." - "you're doing beautifully."
she rarely raises her voice. her quiet tone is what ruins you.
but she absolutely loves your reactions. her biggest weakness is the way you sound. she'll do something again just to hear that pretty sound you made. - "mm, do that once more."
prism
sfw
dramatic, and flashy affection. kisses you with exaggerated flair, often while making a joke. "i'd blow a smoke bomb if i could, but this works too."
quick to get mad if anyone insults or disrespects you.
she makes it very clear who she's loyal to. she always posts and livestreams with you. loves showing your relationship off.
socially aware and witty. sharp with words - really quick comebacks. although she does try her best to not say anything to hurt your feelings, she still does care even if she's trying to be funny.
teasing is constant, calling you a nickname she made up, poking fun at your quirks, or daring you to do silly challenges just to see your reaction.
she's fiercely supportive of your personal ambitions. cheering you on loudly, giving blunt but constructive advice, and celebrating every single win.
she love love LOVES if you can handle her jokes or even be able to talk back like her. she enjoys conversations that bounce quickly, jokes, gossip, internet references. (don't do that 67 shit tho. she fucking hates it.)
she isn't shy about showing touch in everyday life. her hands are on your waist when she wants them to be.
nsfw
she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go for it.
god, she's so loud. she doesn't really say much but the way you make her moan and scream says enough.
eye contact.
definitely more than 1 round every time.
kinky. spanking, hair pulling, face fucking, bondage.
loves using toys. on you and on herself. almost can't go without them.
loves riding you, loves being the center of your attention. makes her super wet when you prioritize her orgasms over your own.
thrives when you respond vocally. moans, whispers, or playful complaints just turn her on even more.
loves it when you eat her out. she's definitely a squirter AND a creamer and cums so fast when she sees you licking her between her thighs.
likes watching you guys fuck in front of a mirror so she can see every angle of how good you are making her feel.
blonde blazer
sfw
very much a tease. she knows how pretty she is. she knows how good she looks, uses it to her advantage. gives little smirks or playful nudges when she knows you are flustered.
also kinda corny. doesn't cuss much. very silly dad joke flirting type vibe for her.
really values trust and honesty in a relationship. will call you out on your bs but in a loving, teasing way.
enjoys little surprises. she wants the old fashioned notes on her desk, flowers, unexpected dates. she thinks its adorable and absolutely does the same for you.
go shopping with her. now.
texts you 24/7. even if they are random and unnecessary.
enjoys slow dancing with you to soft subtle music in the kitchen while she makes dinner. very romantic, very giggly.
loves cuddling. sometimes out of nowhere, just kinda invites herself into your arms.
has a soft spot for your quirks, the weird little habits you think no one notices.
very physically affectionate, but tries to keep it moderate in the workplace.
she also always notices your mood changes, even if you try to hide them, and will adjust her energy to match yours.
nsfw
the type to make love, not fuck. well, maybe sometimes.
loves teasing first. like leading you on all day and then when you get home finally letting that tension out.
can get adventurous with toys. but nothing too overwhelming, her favorite is when you two share a vibrator while you makeout.
speaking of making out, did i mention she loves kissing? loves it sloppy, gentle, sweet, aggressive, whatever. just loves your lips on hers.
yknow. speaking of her your lips on hers. LOVES scissoring. she could do it all damn day. loves feeling your pussy rub against hers.
enjoys slow undressing, whether its you or her. she likes it when you watch her, she likes feeling exposed to you. but then again, all she wants to do is look at you.
"oh fuck baby.. ur so pretty."
"don't stop im so close."
can switch between dominant and soft. enjoys gentle bites, marking, licking, kissing in sensitive places.
Blonde Blazer, who finds herself powerless to deny you, a newly hired dispatcher with a magnetic personality that seems designed to specifically draw her into your orbit, anything.
Whose heart skips several beats when you tug on her hands to lead her through the crowded dance floor of the club you’d insisted on taking her to, determined to get to know, to befriend the real her.
“Dance with me Mandy!” You demand with a grin, hands already tracing the bare skin of her biceps before sliding down to rest on her hips as you sway and rock against her.
Her gaze drawn to your cleavage, hyper aware of every little touch and press of your thighs on hers. Hear prickling under her skin when you lean into her ear to shout something over the music and you take a sip from her drink.
Mandy who lets you drag her to the bathroom with you, sharing a stall as you giggle and then draping yourself across her as you take mirror selfies.
Whose breath hitches when you reapply her lipstick with your own, your thumb wiping off the slight smudge as a result of your tipsy hands. Instead of wiping the gloss with a paper towel, you simply lick the excess of your finger in a way that has Mandy clenching her thighs.
Mandy who’s gut clenches and seethes with jealousy when you casually kiss one of your girlfriends with a giggle. You’re not close enough yet with her, don’t want to make her uncomfortable or ruin things but all Mandy can think about it is how lucky your friend is as envy burns in her chest.
Mandy who falls into your bed drunkenly that night with you in a tangle of limbs. It’s completely platonic, the two of you having shared an uber and insisting it was fine and that you ‘shared with friends all the time.’
Mandy who wakes to you plastered across her back, one of your hands resting beneath the borrowed shirt and splayed across her ribs. Who lays awake like that for hours, selfishly letting herself enjoy the feeling before you come to with a groggy whine.
Blonde Blazer who breaks up with Phenomaman the very next day before immediately heading to tell you.
Who relishes in the attention you shower her in, barely holding back a giddy smile when you invite her back to yours for a girls night in that ends in another late night cuddle session.
Mandy, who’s not that cut up at all over severing ties with her boyfriend. Not when she has you.
a/n | wrote this in like 5 mins when it kept me from going to sleep, so ignore any errors <3
I LOVE when a girl remembers things I like. “This reminded me of you” “I thought you might like this” Like ?!?!? Okay thank you and can I get on my knees for you please
natalie scatorccio is confident she can guess what color underwear you’re wearing. (thank you for 400!!)
warnings ➥ semi public sex, smut with plot, orgasm denial, lowkey pervert nat, fwb, pre crash, reader is on the team
Practice has been rough, after playing for what feels like hours you are finally benched. You crash onto the seat and sink into the metal. You’re hot, annoyed, and tired. Coach Scott has been relentless with practicing since going to nationals relies on winning your next game. You happen to be a good player on the team, but you won’t be able to play well if you’re constantly overworked. You throw your head back and take a deep breath, trying to regain the oxygen you lost from running that much.
Another whistle comes, a soft groan escapes from your lips, and you expect to be thrown right back on the field. A wave of relief washes over you when he waves the other group of girls over instead, and you return to your state of rest. You adjust yourself when someone plops down next to you, rather close. You know it’s your best friend, Nat. No one else nuzzles right up to you when benched, you look over to her, your eyebrows knitted together since you are exhausted. Of course, she notices your discomfort straight away.
“Who pissed in your cereal?”
She questions you, nudging you with her shoulder. You can tell she’s worried, she also knows how much you’re overworked on the field since you complain about it so much. You think about not answering and taking the time that you have to rest and regain your stamina. You can’t just ignore Nat though, especially since she’s expressing her concern.
“I’m just so fucking tired, I want to leave so bad.”
You reply, returning to your original position. Nat hums in response. She notices how much you’re put on the field, more than Taissa who’s a beast at soccer, that’s very impressive to her. She understands that she’d be upset too if she was playing that much.
“So.. Why not leave for a bit? Have some fun for once in your fucking life.”
You look at her in disbelief, Coach will absolutely kill you if you left in the middle of practice, no matter how exhausted you are. Still, Nat seems so sure about bailing on practice. So many thoughts ran through your head, of course your brain tells you not to, but the aching your body is going through tells you to go for it. You sit up and let out a sigh, a little fun wouldn’t hurt.
“Screw it.”
Nat instantly smiles and stands up, she drags you to your feet. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this, feeding into your friend’s bad choices. Though, adrenaline runs through your veins as you hear Nat tell Laura Lee that you’re about to throw up, just “incase coach is worried”. You bite back a smile as you fold over, pretending to gag.
As soon as you get to the locker room you straighten your poster, laughter spilling out of your mouth. For the first time in a month you actually feel alive, even if it’s due to skipping practice. You’re having fun, that’s all that matters. Nat eyes you, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She comes closer to you, so close that you have to press yourself against a locker so that you have space. Her hands rest on your shoulders. You understand what she meant by “fun” back at the bench, the look she was giving you even back there. Yes, you’re tired. But you can’t ignore the flame being ignited in your core.
“Nat..”
You whisper out, your hands instinctively reaching for hips. Nat gives you a look that turns you into putty, the confidence she has making you even more nervous than you were before.
“What? I thought you wanted to have fun, pretty girl.”
“…Here?”
Nat rolls her eyes and presses her lips against yours, her hands changing to press you against the lockers instead of just resting on your shoulders. She whines into the kiss, already needy. You’ve been needing an escape all day, all worked up from school and now soccer practice. Nat read you like a book, she knows what you want, and she’s very willing to give it you. Your hands travel up to her hair, your fingers entangling in her brunette roots, she softly moans, pressing onto you more. Her lips leave yours, leaving you both panting. For once, you thought you get a break. You’re wrong. She’s already hooking her fingers under your pants, tugging on them gently.
“I bet I can guess what color underwear you’re wearing.”
She barely speaks above a whisper, her tone more confident than ever. She obviously knows what she’s doing to you, she wants you flustered, shy. She relishes the sight of your face turning bright red, and how your eyes are looking everywhere but at her. She grabs your chin with a smirk plastered on her face, you bite your lip nervously.
“..Oh yeah?”
You’re a stuttering mess, folding completely at how well she’s with her words. Usually there’s playful banter, but you’re completely vulnerable. Nat has you in the palm of her hand. She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.
“Well, I already know. Those lacey white panties we got at the mall, right? the ones with the little bow. I saw it when you leaned over.”
A shiver goes up your spine, listening to her words, her tone thick as honey. Before you can even open your mouth to answer her, Nat drops down onto her knees, tugging down your clothes with her. She licks up your slit, kissing your clit. You arch into her mouth so she could have more access to you. You’re already a whimpering mess, gasping at her tongue swirling around your clit. She loves how you taste, and how willing you are to let her eat you out. Her mouth latches onto your clit, softly sucking on your bud. You groan, grinding into her mouth.
“Fuck, Nat..”
You mutter, your fingers entangling in her hair once again. She licks up your wetness, tasting everything she can. Her tongue slips inside of you going at a steady pace, her hand holds your hip in place, wanting you to stay still for her. She drinks in every moan that comes from you. Nat’s so turned on, from how pretty you’re being, the thought of someone walking in at any moment, she wants to escape to your room so badly, makeout with you until you both pass out, taste you even more, grind against you. Right before you can reach an orgasm she pulls away, you whine loudly, tears pricking at your eyes. She stands back up and latches onto your neck, sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks in her wake. She replaces her mouth with her fingers, pumping in and out of you so fast you can’t keep up with her pace.
Finally, you cum around her fingers. She groans into your neck, riding out your orgasm. Nat pulls out, licking your juices from her fingers. You both gasp as you hear the door to the locker room open, Nat quickly pulls up your pants and forces you to sit down. You lean over, trying your best to seem like you just threw up. Her hands rubs your back, mock comforting you. As the footsteps approach, Jackie appears from behind the lockers, seeming displeased with you both.
“Where have you— Is she okay??”
Jackie instantly becomes worried, taking a seat next to you. Her hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb. You feel absolutely horrible tricking her like this, just so you both can get away with having sex in the locker room. Thankfully you look like a hot mess from the previous events, making it look like you’re sick.
“Yeah, she puked. I think I should take her home, or something.”
Nat babbles, making up a cover story on the spot. You nod, hugging you stomach while slowly rocking. Jackie sighs, before encouraging you both to go home. Nat gives her a satisfied smile before helping you up, her arm wrapping around your shoulder. She guides you towards the exit of the room, wearing a proud look on her face.
“We’ll continue when we get to your house.”
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“On your knees, pretty girl.”
“Come on, sweetheart, open your mouth.”
“That’s it, princess, suck on my fingers.”
“Beg to ride mommy’s thigh.”
“Nice and slow, honey.”
“Feels good, hm? Tell me you want more.”
“Nuh-uh, good girls hold it in.”
“Are you close, baby? Just another minute.”
“Let go, darling, show mommy how good I make you feel.”
I love the vi dealer x stoner reader! Could we get one with sevika pleeeaaaseee!! I beg of you!
you don’t know how to pay your weed dealer!sevika
Maybe you forgot to bring cash on purpose just so you could see the way your dealer’s jaw flexed, their eyes wrecking your body, mentally probably thinking of the kind of filthy things that you definitely wouldn’t say no to.
So you leaned closer, letting your tongue pop when you asked her the next question— “so, how would you like me to pay, Sevika?”
You emphasized her name, tongue curling around the vowels almost threateningly and Sevika swore she lost her breath for only a few seconds before she regained her composure and fixed her posture. Sevika cleared her throat, and nodded to the alley. You knew what that meant.
With a self satisfied smirk you followed her into the shadows where you’d pay her with someone even better than cash.
Sevika cooed when her cold fingers slowly sank into your warm wet pussy, “you’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”
She shoved them deep till her knuckles met the seam of your entrance. You clutched her body closer to your own, trembling from her touch alone.
“Shit, Sevika, your fingers are cold and big,” you murmured.
Sevika laughed at the description, kissing your temple before driving her fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. Her other hand cupped your tit, rolling her thumb over where your nipple was. She felt your nipple perking up under her digit.
“Oh, baby, you’re fucking gorgeous, been thinking of doing this to you for the longest fucking time,” her thumb stroked your clit.
You gasped, “Sevika! A-are you… do you like me?”
Sevika didn’t answer directly.
She pulled your shirt open, unbuttoning them with ease using one hand and dragged your bra down to see your tit. She leaned down, capturing one nipple in her warm mouth and suckled as her fingers worked on you. You grabbed the rough brick wall of the alley, legs shaky under your own weight as you struggled to stand there and take it.
“Sevika,” you moaned softly, “someone’s gonna come in and see us like this. We— we should continue this elsewhere.”
Sevika let go of your nipple with a pop and kissed it, “you’re gonna cum in this alley at least once. That’s your punishment for not paying up.”
The command from behind snapped you out of your brief reverie. You spread your legs apart and placed your hands behind your head with elbows spread wide. Held still. Naked and still with your eyes cast downwards.
Warlord Ambessa Medarda hummed as she circled you. "Hm, faster this time, eh? I'd almost believe you'd been practicing without me. Even still..." Her words lingered. She stopped behind you once more, and you shuddered when her lips ghosted the shell of your ear. "...your stance"—she pushed the inside of your thigh with two fingers—"needs work. I expect them wider."
You widened.
"Forty-five degrees, pet, like I taught you," she scolded. When she reclaimed her spot in front of you, she examined the space between your legs. "Not sixty and not thirty. Don't make me repeat myself. Understood? Speak."
"Yes, Warlord."
Despite your official status as her beloved concubine, you didn't have the luxury of undermining her right now. Ambessa was a large and intimidating woman, ruthless and cunning beyond her stature. The scars decorating her dark skin dictated a thousand stories of war and betrayal, situations of life and death you'd never be able to comprehend. In what world would you jeopardize her position and claim to authority for a temporary ego boost? This wasn't the practice session for it. You'd have ample opportunities in the future.
"Straighten your back, little one." When you did, Ambessa proceeded with her study of your form. "I did inform you this banquet is important, didn't I? I see you've taken that to heart. But did I tell you why?"
You did not respond, only made the minute adjustments to your form as she demanded.
"We Noxians respect power over all, no matter what form it takes. What better way to display such power than through the subjects you command?" She paused. Gave you a once-over. She cupped your cheek with a large hand, then ventured south over your collar to balance one breast in her palm. Your lack of a reaction earned you a pleased nod. "The banquet is nothing more than a gathering of warlords eager to boast about their claims. Important, still, but a...networking event, so to speak."
You swallowed as her touch lingered at your breasts, unable to help the shiver from the possessive graze of their undersides.
"You'll be on display. At my side, of course. You are my most prized pet, after all. But you will be scrutinized by the other warlords. Touched..."
She pinched a nipple.
"...Fondled..."
Kneaded your ass.
"...Violated."
Two fingers slid along your cunt.
You whimpered and flinched, nearly dropping your stance.
"Your ability to keep your composure reflects upon me." She teased your entrance before breaching slowly. "What kind of lord would I be if I couldn't train my own pets? That's why I demand perfection from you. All of you. But especially my prize."
You dripped around the one finger that had entered you, and a single bead of your arousal slid down your thigh. You fidgeted in place, mentally begging to be put out of your misery in this godforsaken position. But you had to hold on. For you and for her.
"I have high expectations for you, pet. I need to know you're ready for what comes ahead. It'll be a special day for us both."
Your breathing grew erratic. You blinked multiple times in succession, hoping to rid yourself of this nightmare.
Another finger filled you as the pad of her thumb caressed your clit. Your breath hitched and you could not take any more.
Ambessa shot you a look that bordered between mischief and pity, a look you barely caught out of the corner of your eye. "Hm? Is there something you need to say? Speak freely."
"M-May I come? Please..."
"Already?" Her scarred lip twitched in mirth, and she withdrew her fingers, pulling a groan from your chest. "I've barely touched you."
You whined.
Ambessa tutted. "Ah ah. Don't you dare. Use your words."
You sighed instead. "Please, Warlord? Please let me come..."
It may not have shown on her face, but Ambessa broke in seconds. She found your whining unbearable, but hearing you beg never failed to make her falter.
"You did improve your timing today. Though, I still expect better from you in your positioning." She pressed her palm against your pussy, and you jerked against it, breaking your rigid stance. She sighed dramatically.
"You may."
You only lasted four thrusts after she plunged back into you. Noxian swears dribbled from your lips as your orgasm ripped through you. Shaking and spent, your knees buckled and you collapsed into her chest. Your heart clamored in your ribs while hers beat with the whisper of a soft drum, utterly calm and at ease. When she pulled her hand away, your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing.
She held you close, and you floated away in her arms to land in the plush satin of the canopied bed you sometimes shared with her on nights you desired her embrace. When your brain reset itself and your attention returned, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as you were trained to clean up your messes after making them.
Ambessa wiped her still-wet fingers across and down your tongue, painting your mouth with your own essence. "You should know, pet, I don't plan for anyone to touch you in the ways I do. It would be an act of aggression against me. We Noxians may exhibit pride in our strengths, but we aren't barbarians. You can at least expect a level of respect when you're there."
When you cleaned off her fingers with your lips and tongue, Ambessa cupped your chin. "Now, what do you say?"
You locked eyes with hers, the only time you were allowed during your training and scenes. "Thank you."
"Good," she husked, and released you thereafter. "That's enough training for today. Now, come. We both need a bath. That is...if you can still walk."
I think I need more WLW porn where it's a sleepover. I love those videos and the thought of having a girls night for my birthday? Having all the attention be on me and all the girls being so giggly. All of us dressed so pretty even though it's just pj's. We bought alcohol because what better way to try the good stuff? At home with my girls, each one of them randomly grabbing grabbing my face and forcing me to drink.
Somehow spin the bottle gets included and some of the girls are now kissing. Each one has to get their turn to kiss the birthday girl. Eventually someone wants to get daring, truth or dare gets involved. A bunch of drunk girls spilling their secrets and doing dares, what can go wrong? Suddenly a girl is groping me, because of her dare of course. Then it just keeps going...
Girls are getting groped, kissed, and suddenly the birthday girl no longer has panties on. Watching nervously as one girl settles herself between my legs. Another girl Is holding me close to her chest as they all giggle. One try won't hurt, will it? She doesn't know what to do so with a nervous smile she kisses my cunt. The girls gasp and laugh that she actually did it. Until she grows more confident and starts to eat me out.
They pull her off of me with a lot of teasing. The dare was to try my cunt not actually make me cum. I'm panting and trying to hide my pout because it felt so good. She keeps glancing at me as the grounds go by while licking her lips. Until it's my turn to get a dare and that same girl dares me to let her finish. Our friends smile and nod along as I'm grabbed back into position. All of them are watching as I try not to show how much I'm enjoying this.
Some girls continue with the game as I'm getting eaten out. Truth is out the window as they dare each other to do dirty things. Someone finds toys and includes them in the mix. Daring each girl to do something dirty either to themselves or another. They only stop when I end up cumming, trying to squirm away and hide my face shyly. I came so hard, too hard from something that should've just been a dare.
As birthday girl I should be having fun though. I do get a break as I watch another one of my friends get teased with a vibrator. Turning my head I see another getting her tits sucked. We are messes just using dares as excuses to fuck. Giggles and moans fill the room because, oh my gosh! I can't believe we are doing this! We are so crazy... But like it's all just truth or dare... Totally not a big orgy.
I feel like adding that this birthday party changes girls night. Doesn't matter where we go or who's house we end up in, now girls night ends naked. If one of us gets a boyfriend they don't need to worry...it's just girls night, what can go wrong?
so, i think visi used to work for shroud; as i mentioned in a previous post, i think the cruelty of shroud kicking away her inhaler, using gas against her that 1) doesn’t allow her to go invisible, as she’d still stand out against the vapour and 2) makes her asthma worse is a pretty fucking personal approach, that wouldn’t have worked as effectively on just anyone.
so, i think she worked for shroud, potentially even was the one to put the bomb on robert’s suit as i’ve seen other people theorise
but, more interestingly, is that she got out - and wanted to get out.
if she worked for shroud, we don’t see any implant / augment like other red ring members. i could see this being either cos she got rid of it if she had one, or never got to the point of having one cos she got too scared of what it meant (if we see getting an augment as a rite of passage/initiation - perhaps she was scared off after what happened to robert?)
another theory i’ve seen a lot is visi and blazer being roomates: i like this alongside the theory that visi worked for shroud, and blazer is shroud’s daughter, as it gives them something in common in that they’ve both escaped him / left his group in a way
i mean, i initially interpreted this as visi using her powers to steal blazer’s earrings out of her actual ears at some point, but it makes more sense if they live together. big sister/little sister stealing her stuff vibes. and, i mean, look at her calling her visi :)
so, how i imagine it, is visi wanting to leave the red ring. she either knows shroud has a daughter who left, or theres rumours about her: apparently she went on to be a superhero, some rumours around about her being blonde blazer. maybe visi doesn’t know she’s a superhero at all; maybe she just knows she got out, and that’s what she wants too.
so, invisibitch, at rock bottom, shows up to mandy’s apartment and mandy, a believer in second chances and redemption, lets her crash for a bit.
eventually, they talk. about getting out, about what to do from here. courtney’s a bit abrasive. mandy has some band on in the background. she mentions she works for SDN, shares her hero identity, offers that maybe, hey, you could try be a hero. courtney thinks it’s bullshit; mandy thinks it’s like a rebirth. like phoenixes- like the name of the band they’re listening to.
i mean, that’s the face of someone trying not to be salty about someone dissing their fav band.
anyway, to make things less sus, visi turns herself in, keeping herself protected a little in that way as she’s in custody, and then, the Phoenix program is born. blazer and visi are roomates, (slightly reluctant) coworkers, and they both have a history with shroud
(plus, it could make for a funny dynamic/reveal if there was a scene in which robert returned to the apartment of whichever between visi or blazer is being romanced in that save, and the other is there)
