ᴘᴇʀᴠ! ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴊᴀᴠᴀᴅɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ (ᴍᴄᴠᴀᴅɪ)
cw : MDNI, heavily suggestive, age gap is emphasized, dumbification, just overall insane levels of perversion
┆ perv! victoria, who knows she’s attracted to cassie because of her raging mommy issues— she feels wrong for it, like she’s taking advantage of cassie whenever the R3 calls her ‘honey’ or ‘baby’. it isn’t really the blush that tinges her face in the moment that makes her creepy. that could be perceived as girlish infatuation. it’s how that heat pools lower, ruins a dozen pairs of underwear at least, stays with her even hours later. having to rush to the bathroom to clean the mess between her legs after cassie tells her what a good job she did on a procedure is far from innocent.
┆ perv! victoria, who will mope around all day if she doesn’t get to work on a case with cassie. she will frequently offer to ‘cover’ for others who are just so she has an opportunity to stare at the older woman. the first twenty or so times she’s caught, she stops immediately out of shame and embarrassment. now, when cassie catches her, vic doesn’t back down. a part of her feels weirdly vindicated when cassie makes that same awkward face, looks away, and tries to act like she isn’t being practically eye-fucked by a twenty one year old. it’s nice to see that victoria has that kind of affect on her.
┆ perv! victoria, who babysits for harrison so she can snoop around in cassie’s things when he goes to bed. she’s extra careful to leave everything exactly in its place but also fantasizes about cassie finding out— but she’ll deny having a clue what cassie’s talking about when asked if she’s seen a t-shirt that was mysteriously misplaced. cassie conveniently doesn’t mention that two pairs of her boxers also go missing from her hamper.
┆ perv! victoria, who stumbles across a few of cassie’s toys in the bottom of her sock drawer one night and barely fights off her kleptomaniac urges. she thinks about it for weeks. she can’t look at cassie without imagining how her face must contort with ecstasy when she uses them. the next time cassie needs a babysitter, vic dares to pick one up— it’s simple, just a small bullet vibrator. it’s in the pocket of her jeans before she can consider how stupid it is to take it. when cassie comes home forty minutes later, vic has done the dishes and folded two loads of laundry (another pair of boxers has been added to her collection). “god, you’re an angel, vadi.” and victoria accepts the warm embrace and praise despite knowing that if heaven is real, it is not a place she’ll ever reach.
┆ perv! victoria, who intentionally slips in mud while tossing a baseball back and forth with harrison outside when she sees cassie pulling into the driveway. “poor girl,” cass falls for it without hesitation, “why don’t you go inside and get cleaned up? you can borrow some of my clothes.” vic doesn’t need the directions to navigate cassie’s dresser but nods along to them anyway. she takes her sweet time in the en-suite scrubbing the dried dirt from her skin and then massaging soaps into it until she’s satisfied that she’ll smell like cassie for at least a day. and so what if her eyes linger on a razor on the shower rack? so what if her mind supplies the image of cassie running it up and down her legs, under her arms, between her thighs— so what if victoria’s hand slips between her own to satiate the achey feeling? and so fucking what if she ‘forgets’ how to turn the water off so that when cassie comes in to do it for her, she’s met with the sight of vic standing in the middle of her bathroom wrapped in nothing but one of her towels? vic is certain that cassie stares at her for a beat too long and the ache returns full force.
┆ perv! victoria, who takes any and every opportunity to bait cassie into giving her attention (positive or negative). lagging behind on her charting, having a shortened temper within her earshot, even snapping at the woman herself— whatever it takes to earn her that stern glower and being pulled aside to be reprimanded. “what’s up with you today? you’ve been acting—“ “like a brat?” perhaps it’s showing her hand way too freely, but cassie only huffs with a mix of indignation and amusement, “well, i was going to say you’ve been acting off, but that works too.” victoria can barely contain a moan when cassie leans in and lowers her voice so no one else hears, “whatever the reason may be, you need to fix that attitude. understood?” “..mhm. yeah, totally. understood.” and just like that, victoria switches tactics and puts all her energy toward giving cassie a reason to be proud of her.
┆perv! victoria, who gets the bright idea to record voice notes of herself in her message thread with cassie while she uses the toy she stole. she always chickens out and deletes them, unable to handle the thought of cassie being so disgusted that she reports her for harassment— or worse— blocks her and goes back to acting like nothing happened. but sometimes her thumb will hover over the little ‘send’ button and she’ll wonder if there’s a world in which pressing it isn’t like activating an atom bomb. maybe cassie wouldn’t mind hearing victoria— maybe she’d hold her phone up to her ear and imagine it was her that was making the younger girl gasp and whimper. the ‘delete’ button is safer.
┆perv! victoria, who loves reminding cassie that she’s only twenty-one because the R3 gets so red in the face, almost like she’s guilty. “trinity asked if i wanted to get drinks but the bartender never believes my ID isn’t a fake,” and she’ll pout at cassie, who will clench her jaw or furrow her brows or blatantly let out a long exhale of restraint on an especially tiresome shift. “i’ve never heard of that show. it must’ve been a thing before i was born.” when cassie tells her about her favorite sitcom from when she was teenager (and vic has heard of it— but watching cassie stammer is more than worth a white lie).
┆ perv! victoria, who cassie accidentally spits on while ranting about a guy from chairs and immediately reaches out to wipe it from her chin, “shit— sorry, vadi. hold still,” her thumb grazes vic’s bottom lip before it retreats, “all better. anyway, he’s only here for a migraine so i told him—“ but the rest of cassie’s story fades into the background. all victoria can focus on is the slight dampness that remains on her cheek where cassie missed a spot. her eyes flicker down to the hand that cassie has braced on a desk countertop, tracing the veins and zeroing in on her fingers; she’s never wanted anything more than to take cassie’s wrist and coat them in her own spit, take them deep, choke on them and keep going. she doesn’t clean her cheek when she makes another emergency bathroom visit.
┆ perv! victoria, who takes to napping on cassie’s couch while babysitting harrison because she’ll be woken up to hands soothing over her arms, cassie crouched in front of her, murmuring her appreciation for vic’s help. “hey, vadi. you dozed off again..” vic blinks groggily, really plays it up so cassie will speak to her sweetly, “cass? what time ‘s it?” she sits up and rubs at her eyes, “‘m sorry. didn’t mean to.” one of cassie’s hands moves to smooth over her messy hair, fussing at a small tangle with concentration that suggests she’s fighting some internal battle. “i’m not upset, baby. it’s late. you don’t have to stay up waiting for me.” of course, this devolves into victoria straddling a throw pillow because she’s just so excited for cassie to come home and pet her adoringly. this almost goes completely south when cassie notices a small wet patch on one, points it out, “what’s that?” she sounds concerned, maybe she thinks vic has been crying into it. “oh, um.. i think i was drooling in my sleep. sorry, i’ll— i’ll clean it up,” but cassie stops victoria from standing with a hand firmly placed on her knee, “no, don’t worry about it. i don’t mind a little mess. especially if it means my favorite babysitter was getting some good rest.” victoria rides the high of being called cass’s favorite for weeks.
┆ perv! victoria, who gets bold enough to visibly react when cassie compliments or corrects her. biting into her lip, squirming in her seat, pressing her thighs together. sometimes she’ll let sounds slip out of her when no one else is near enough to hear. cassie must know what’s going on, but she has an infuriating amount of self-control. victoria becomes determined to get past this. her master plan is surprisingly easy to enact— she hides out in the break room around the time that cassie usually comes in to scrounge up something to eat. when she does, vic scoots to the edge of her chair and rolls her hips so the corner of it presses into her at an angle that makes her whine. cassie, who’s digging through a variety box of granola bars, turns to look at her with narrowed eyes. victoria is only being halfway subtle. the whole point is for cassie to see, after all— to see, and to finally take pity and do something about it. “are you feeling okay?“ victoria has her answer ready. with a truly pathetic shake of her head, she gives cassie her best puppy dog pout, “not really.” she thinks this might be it when cassie abandons the granola bars in favor of moving to stand next to her chair (which she’s still humping into in short bursts). “hm, you do look pretty flushed..” cassie holds the back of her hand to vic’s forehead and the younger girl doesn’t even try to stifle a moan. blue eyes darken and then soften, “aw, vadi. you must be sick.” and victoria is sick, just not in the way cassie means. “you should go home early. is there anyone who can take care of you?” vic shakes her head again, leans into cass’s hand with a strangled whimper. how is she ignoring what’s right in front of her? it’s not fair. “didn’t think so. how about this— i’ll get you an uber to my place and pick up some soup at the end of my shift. you shouldn’t be all by yourself when you’re so needy.” it isn’t quite what she’d been hoping for, but victoria nods enthusiastically.
┆ perv! victoria, who strips down to her underwear the second she’s in cassie’s home and b-lines for her bedroom so she can curl up under the covers. by the time cassie comes in, a tub of chicken noodle soup in one hand and a thermos of tea in the other, she’s exerted so much energy that she actually does feel a little sick. “jesus, vic. you’re drenched in sweat.” cassie doesn’t even seem surprised or bothered that vic is only wearing her bra and panties as she peels the blankets back and assesses her condition. vic is breathing hard, her skin is hot to the touch, and her limbs are heavy. “oh, sweet girl. you must feel so icky. c’mere,” she helps victoria sit up and shushes her as she whines (which is excused to be flu induced delirium but is actually because vic is so sore but still so turned on), “it’s okay. i’ve got you. you’ll feel better after you shower and eat something.”
┆ perv! cassie.. who isn’t stupid and knows what victoria is up to. who can blame a girl for having a little fun before she finally takes what’s been hers for months?
( thank you to everyone who participated ! i hope this lives up to the freak4freak hype )
