Since moving in with Bruce, Thanksgiving has quickly become your least favorite holiday.
Every year follows a similar routine. Bruce extends his patrol the night before, so Dick wakes you up the morning of - his body splayed over yours, two-hundred pounds of muscle pinning you to the mattress as he ruts against your ass and mumbles a hazy list of who's coming, what you're eating, which family squabbles are going to turn into full-blown arguments by the end of the night, etc. He always cums inside of you, but today, it's accompanied by some terrible joke about 'getting the stuffing ready' or 'giving you a reason to eat for two'. You do your best not to remember any of it.
It hurts to walk by the time you actually get up. You take a long, scalding shower and then go downstairs to help Alfred in the kitchen.
It's partially out of necessity (in a mansion full of people, you and him really shouldn't be the only ones capable of boiling water without starting a house fire), but it's mostly a survival tactic. The kids behave better when he's in the room, and you should only have to deal with a couple stray comments from Stephanie or a few seconds of uncomfortably close proximity with Kate until he inevitably kicks you out with instructions to make sure Bruce actually socializes this year, rather than spending the night talking about work. By then, guests from both sides of the family (super and citizen) have started to arrive. You take Commissioner Gordon's coat and fight the temptation to tell him that you have a crime to report. You let the Kents in, show Jon up to Damian's room while nodding Clark in the direction of the batcave. You play bartender for Harley and Diana until one inevitably pulls you into her lap and makes a joke stealing you away from Bruce for good. Every year, you pray that they'll actually make good on the promise, but they never do. It's not their fault. They can't know how much you'd give to be anywhere else.
Everything runs smoothly until Tim seeks you out, flushed and awkward in his too-formal attire. You never ask for an excuse, but he makes one anyway - stammering about how cute you look playing house and his latest set of back-to-back all-nighters as he pulls you into the nearest bathroom or closet. You spend the next ten minutes disassociating, stock still and silent as he curls your hand around his cock and whines into your shoulder, getting drool all over your expensive sweater. When he finishes, the mess gets on your shoes, too. It's more defeating than it is disgusting - a punch to the stomach hours after you lost the fight.
You can't go back out dressed like that. Cass is waiting in your bedroom, eager to escape the noise of the party by burying her head between your thighs. If someone comments on the quick change, you laugh and tell them that there was an accident with the dessert - whip-cream is so hard to get out in a rush, y'know? Nevermind that you haven't been in the kitchen for hours. No one's paying close enough attention to notice something like that. Not to you, at least.
Dinner is fine. People argue, but Diana and Clark keep the peace. Bruce sits next to you, one hand on your thigh. Selina shrugs of a heel and slips a foot into your lap, staring into your glassy eyes from across the table with that terrible, cat-like smirk. You don't eat much.
If Talia decides to come, you'll be pulled away during the coffee break before dessert, brought to some dark room on the far side of the mansion, and told to get on your knees. She mumbles about stupid American holidays and stupid custody agreements as she tangles her fingers in her hair and keeps your mouth pressed against her cunt until she works out the worst of her frustration. Sometimes, if you're lucky, she'll be nice enough to clean you up, to smooth over your hair, to apologize for letting agitation get the better of her. Most of the time, you do not get lucky.
People trickle out slowly. You realize you've been waiting for Jason to stop by and leave you struggling to hide a thousand deliberately place, violently swollen hickeys for the rest of the night, but he usually keeps his distance when there are so many superheroes in one place. Finally, when it's just the two of you, Bruce pours you both a glass of wine and carries you to bed, guessing (correctly, for the most part) that you're too exhausted to take another step. He makes you tell him about every conversation you had, every comment you overhead, ever disappearance you made over the course of the day. He fucks you slowly, tenderly, and apologizes for leaving you alone. Next year, he promises. Next year, he won't leave your side for a second. Next year, he'll be better.
You can only be thankful that, by then, you're usually too far gone to believe him.
summary: Someone spiked the eggnog at Jayce and Viktor’s Christmas party. Luckily, you’re not interested in eggnog.. but your wife is, and now she’s drunk.
characters include: Caitlyn, Cassandra, Vi, Jinx, Mel, Ambessa, and Sevika
(Basically this is how I think the arcane women would act when drunk.)
₊˚⊹♡ CAITLYN K.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She giggles so much when she’s drunk. You could be talking to Viktor and Caitlyn will start giggling at nothing while letting her head rest against your shoulder.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Caitlyn will often complain about how heavy she feels before calling you everything from gorgeous to sexy. She has no shame, and if it wasn’t for you stopping her advances, she might’ve just made out with you on the couch.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Cait will end up falling asleep against you, so as the amazing wife you are, you’ll cover her with your coat and keep and arm wrapped around her. If she mumbles in her sleep, you’ll kiss her on the forehead and whisper, “Shhh.. I’m here.”
₊˚⊹♡ CASSANDRA K.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I think Cassandra would be a chatty drunk. She doesn’t get drunk often, but when she does she can just talk about anything and everything.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She’s often forgetful when under the influence, so her coat and purse could be left in the most random of places. Meaning, you are always keeping track of her items and always making sure she didn’t forget anything.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She’s very affectionate while drunk. Always kissing your cheek and holding your hand. She always calls you “darling” and at some point in the night probably forgot your name, but she still knows you’re her beloved wife.
₊˚⊹♡ VI
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She’s practically a guard dog when she’s under the influence. If someone even looks at you for too long she won’t hesitate to start a fight.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Clingy only around you. Similar to Cassandra, Vi will have some sort of contact with you, but specifically hugging you is her favorite. If you get upset that she tried to start a fight with someone, she’ll hug you and kiss your shoulder. She’ll look at you with puppy eyes and mumble a tiny, “But they were looking at you for too long.. you’re mine.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ At some point you left to use the bathroom, and when you came back to the living room Vi was completely knocked out and was lying sprawled on the couch with half her body dangling off the edge.
₊˚⊹♡ JINX
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Comes up with the most dangerous ideas when she’s drunk. You genuinely have to try and distract her from trying to go through with building a bomb that looks like a gingerbread house.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Very emotional when she’s drunk. She will start crying if you leave to the kitchen to get some food. When you come back and she sees you, she sprints and jumps into your arms. Pressing her face against your shoulder, she mumbles something about, “how dare you leave me alone.. you’re cruel.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She will beg you to play with her hair. She’ll lay with her head on your lap and act like a content cat being petted — except instead of being petted she’s having her hair being twirled around your fingers while you massage her head gently.
₊˚⊹♡ MEL M.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Mel is more quiet when she’s drunk. She will curl next to you and resting against the warmth of your body. She’ll hold your hand and whisper sweet things to you and how much she loves you.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I think Mel would also be a tired drunk, constantly on the verge of falling asleep — even while standing up sometimes.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She’ll instantly fall asleep on the ride home and you had to carry her to bed. Of course you put her in her silk pajamas and wiped off her makeup, took off her jewelry, and took down her hair so she could sleep comfortably.
₊˚⊹♡ AMBESSA M.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Loud, chatty drunk. Ambessa is laughing loudly and clapping anyone’s back if they made a good joke. She’s overall just looser and not so uptight.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Brags when she’s drunk. Either about war stories or just about the fights she’s won in general. You often have to gently grab her arm so she can tone it down slightly.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Speaking of bragging, she brags about you so much. She will have her arm wrapped around you and talking about how amazing you are and how you’re the best wife ever. You often blush and try to get her to stop but she replies with, “Why? It’s the truth, you’re amazing.”
₊˚⊹♡ SEVIKA
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Similar to Vi and Ambessa, Sevika is like your personal guard dog but she also brags about you when drunk.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ But, unlike Vi, Sevika is possessive in a silent way, scary in its own because people can’t tell if she wants to fight someone or if she’s just in her usual mood. She’ll stay close to you and glare at other people, just screaming “I dare you” just with her eyes.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ She definitely gets more cocky if she’s playing card games. You’ll sit next to her and watch the game play out, and she’ll make a few bragging comments like, “My wife is so gorgeous you all are missing out.” And more similar to that.
tag list: @thatredheadloserlesbian @obsessedhoneycomb @baeholic
Welcome to Arcane Kinktober 2025 (Horny Jail Edition)!
In all my years of writing, this is my first ever Kinktober 😄 so I hope you enjoy!
This Kinktober will include a female AFAB Reader with Cait, Vi, Ambessa, Sevika, Cassandra Kiramman, and Grayson.
General warnings include (see each chapter for details): NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, FFF threesomes, non/dub-con, BDSM themes, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex toys, anal sex, multiple orgasms, double penetration, spit play, humiliation play, and much more!!
𓏲ּ𝄢 she definitely buys you almost everything you want. almost because sometimes you want the most useless stuff that you don’t need
𓏲ּ𝄢 insists on going with you everywhere since she knows that if she doesn’t then you’ll find yourself in serious debt and in trouble with multiple shop owners. plus bruises from running into things that were totally avoidable. she’s basically your brain
𓏲ּ𝄢 cassandra helps you pick out your outfits every morning, always giving feedback on which mini skirt to wear with which top or if it’ll be too cold and you should wear jeans instead. of course a fuzzy tracksuit is always an option.
𓏲ּ𝄢 she admires your body a little too much, always having a hand on you
𓏲ּ𝄢 you pout whenever she’s too busy with council stuff to give you attention, being dramatic and acting like she neglects you
𓏲ּ𝄢 she gives you a stern warning to be patient and makes it up to you later, letting you hold her as close as you want
𓏲ּ𝄢 cassandra never makes you feel stupid for asking questions that are common sense. she loves you to much to make you feel dumb
𓏲ּ𝄢 she definitely gets confused at the “would you still love me as a worm” questions though, not knowing whether to just ignore you or answer honestly. either way you’ll get upset
𓏲ּ𝄢 she’s a proper lady but don’t doubt her
𓏲ּ𝄢 she loves when you run your long nails through her hair, feeling the gems and charms against her scalp
𓏲ּ𝄢 can hear you from a mile away with the heels that you wear. she swears you’ve never owned a regular pair of shoes before in your life. it’s like you were made for heels
𓏲ּ𝄢 you’re surprisingly decent at cooking but you refuse to do it because of your nails which she respects and has a private chef do it
𓏲ּ𝄢 she loves watching your makeup routine, how you put on that glittery lip gloss at the end and kiss her on the cheek despite her empty complaint
𓏲ּ𝄢 you’ll help her do her hair in the morning, complimenting her grey hairs because even though you’re an airhead, you can tell when she feels a little insecure
Pairing: Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Sibling! Spidervenom! Reader
Summary: Still no news from the doctor office, which you promptly forgot about after getting ready for this Oscorp charity ball of something. It didn't help that you and Peter are beginning to tip toe across the lines of friends..at least until a certain duo ruin it.
Chapter Warnings: some romantic tension | reader hates being compared to Bruce | fake it till you make it mentally | Reader has a main character moment | slight change of POV to Peter for like 2 seconds | Alfred being a single mom™️ | Peter gets injured | Reader has some cuts but nothing graphic
Author's Notes: Sorry posting has been slow, works been kicking my ass and im hoping to make up for it next chapter. Gonna go for like 5 or 6k words. Excuse the shitty grammar and such :D
Word Count: 1.6k
Masterlist HERE
Chapter Three:
It wasn't speeches that you hated doing, it was everything else leading up to the speeches that you hated.
Having to spend hours getting ready so you fit the Wayne image, having to meet with the event planners and make sure you know where to go so you dont look like an idiot, and dont get started on the event where you have to plaster on that ‘Wayne’ grin and shake hands with people you couldnt give two shits about.
Your only saving grace was Peter, who you always brought with you as your plus one, not like anybody would say anything if plus ones werent allowed, but it was nice to have someone you knew there with you.
Peter was kind and always backed you up, not to mention he was incredibly smart and very handsome!
Wait.
Handsome?
Well you’re not blind, you can tell someone is attractive without being attracted to them, right?
Obviously you loved Peter but it was strictly platonic! There is NO WAY you could have feelings for Peter Parker!
So what you went to prom and homecoming with him? You had no one else! So you had sleepovers at his house all the time and he had seen you at your most vulnerable? That's what good friends do! Right??
You let out a loud sigh as you waited behind the large curtain, waiting for Dr. Connors to call your name on stage, why are you thinking about your potential but not confirmed crush on Peter? You quickly run your hands over your outfit, you've already been here for about two hours but now it was time.
“And it is with great pride that I welcome the top intern at Oscorp, Mx. Y/N Wayne!”
You walked out onto the stage and flashed your signature smile and waved a hand towards the crowd, you shook Dr. Connors hand before taking over the podium, your gaze flickers over the crowd before you spot Peter standing there, who gives a big thumbs up.
“Thank you Dr. Connors. It is a great honor to be here representing Oscorp Corporation and the amazing things we have accomplished so far. I have to give a big thank you to Dr. Connors for giving me the opportunity to work at Oscorp as an intern as it taught me so much and considering I come from a business family I had a lot to learn.”
Small chuckles filled the room.
“Thank you all for coming out and supporting Oscorp. We have a lot in store for everyone in the upcoming future and I cant wait to be apart of it with all of you!”
The crowd cheered as you waved again before nodding at Dr. Connors and stepping aside. Your hands behind your back, shoulders straight, perfect posture. As you had perfected over the many times you've been on stage.
Dr. Connors took over the podium once again.
“Enough with the science talk, let the festivities begin!”
You quickly made your way off stage and into the crowd where you were immediately surrounded by people patting your back and shaking your hand.
“Well done!”
“So good to see the humbleness of the Wayne family be passed down!”
“Your father must be so proud!”
And your night is even more ruined now.
Why must everyone mention your father? Could you not go one day without the mention of your stupid family?
You just throw the charming smile towards everyone and give an appreciative nod as you make your way to Peter. After what feels like a century you made it to his side where you were handed a drink.
You loved being 21.
“Here is to another good speech!” Peter grins at you and holds his drink up.
A soft feeling settles over you as a smile makes its way to your face, you click your drink with Peter's.
“Here to another year by your side.”
You noticed how a faint pink settled on Peter's cheeks and his smile shifted to being a shy one. You felt your own cheeks warm up before quickly downing the drink, if people were going to compliment your ‘Wayne charm’ you might as well actually use it.
“Dance with me?”
You broke out of your trance to see Peter extending his hand, his expression now slightly nervous. You put the glass down on a table before grabbing his hand.
“For you Parker. Anything.”
Peter led you to the small dance floor where you interlocked hands and placed your left hand on his shoulder and felt the hesitant placement of Peter's hand on your waist. It felt like everyone else at the event faded into nothing as you stared into Peter's eyes.
They were filled with what looked to be fondness and you couldn't help the smile that overtook your face once again.
“What has you smiling like that?”
You noticed that Peter was mirroring your smile and you quickly looked down at Peter's tie, suddenly getting shy.
“Even after all those years of high school you still find ways to keep me on edge.”
You looked back up at Peter.
He was glancing at your lips and doing a horrible job at hiding it.
You glanced down at his, watching as his tongue poked out to wet them as he leaned in closer.
. . .
The hairs on the back of your neck stood and something in your head was screaming at you.
You looked at Peter briefly before pushing him out of the way as glass fell from the ceiling above.
“What the- ‘
The roof came crashing down as something heavy slammed onto the ground. Scream erupted as people scattered, hands covering their heads as glass rained down.
Goosebumps ran down your arm and you looked up at what remained of the roof.
You've got to be kidding.
Batman and Robin.
You heard a groan and snapped your head to Peter who had a sharp glass sticking out of his thigh.
“Peter!”
You pushed through the running crowd.
That's when you felt it again, something in your head screaming at you to look up. As you did you noticed a chunk of debris sliding down the roof and heading straight to Peter.
You felt your heart spike as time seemed to slow down.
“PETER!”
Without thinking you stood on top of Peter and held your hands up as the debris came down causing dust to fly everywhere.
Peter moved his arms from above his head, he wasn't dead?
His head snapped up and he felt his breathing stutter.
There you stood over him, holding what easily was around 300-400 pounds if he were to guess.
“SNAP OUT OF IT!”
Peter jumped at the sound of you yelling and locked eyes with you.
“MOVE YOUR ASS ALREADY!”
Peter scrambled to get out from underneath you and crawled back on his hands.
You shoved the debris off to the side, panting heavy as sweat rolled down your face. How in the hell did you just do that?
You walked over to Peter and helped him up, wrapping an arm around his waist and his shoulder and began walking out of the building. As you glanced back at the roof you saw Batman and Robin gone, and whatever fell through the roof was also gone.
You walked outside the venue and saw police and ambulances everywhere.
“Hey! Need help over here!”
You called out and immediately two EMT's came over and took Peter from your arms. “Please take care of him!” You called out, watching as Peter glanced back at you.
You dismissed any EMTs that came to you, claiming you were fine. Which you were. You had some cuts from the glass but other than that you were fine, and you didnt even feel the cuts.
“Master Y/N!!”
“Alfred??” You swirled your head around to see the older man approaching you quickly, a look of relief washing over his concerned face.
“Thank goodness! I was on my way after being caught up in cleaning the kitchen when I heard the news! Are you alright?”
The butler grabs your face in his hands and begins examining you. This was a little embarrassing.
“Alfred, I'm fine! Really! Just some small cuts, but Peter got some glass in him. I need to call May and Ben to inform them.”
You watch as Alfred stops his, in your mind excessive, examination and quickly begins pulling you towards an ambulance.
“I want to hear that you're fine from a medical professional first.”
“Aldred!!” You felt your face heat up from even more embarrassment as you were looked over and eventually, after some bandages, were free to go. While getting patched up, Alfred called May and Ben from your phone and explained what happened.
On the drive back to the manor you couldn't help but think back to that moment. How the hell did you manage to not only catch but hold on that debris? You tested out a little of your strength at that warehouse sure but this was something else entirely.
As Alfred pulled into the manor, he had you follow him to the kitchen, you hadn't eaten almost the entire day and after everything you were starving.
You just sat at the table, staring into nothing as Alfred reheated some food from earlier. You could see him throwing glances your way the entire time, not that you blame him.
Alfred set down a plate of what looked to be chicken parmesan with a side Caesar salad.
“Thanks Alfred.” You immediately dug into your food, which was delicious of course, and it seemed to make you feel a little better.
When you grabbed the glass of water to drink your hand stopped, footsteps coming down the hall. You took a big gulp of water before putting the glass back down, unconsciously leaning towards the steps.
They were big steps but not loud, this person had a long stride and was walking with a purpose. With who you knew still lived here that means it could only be one person. You didn't look up when you saw a shadow fall onto the kitchen floor.
synopsis: cassandra isn't pleased with how you've been acting all day, and when you sprawled out on the couch looking irresistable– intentionally or not– she isn't going to tolerate it anymore.
tags: afab!dom!top!cass x afab!brat!bottom!reader, punishment sex, stern talking, degrading, overstim, rough sex, vibrating strap, cunt slapping, teasing, safeword mentioned, no aftercare bc i suck. 1.8k wc.
a/n: happy 100 followers! i love and cherish every one of you. thought i should do smth special :) somehow this is my first time writing for her?? idk i'm a giant freak for cass so expect more in the future w dif dynamics. i shamelessly wrote this so its crude asf (if you couldn't already tell) so beware of that! hope you all enjoy !!
You’d mouthed off all fucking morning, deflected Cassandra’s attempts at affection, and rolled your eyes one too many times.
Then you’d had to gall to sprawl out on the couch wearing a thin grey tee and underwear, tits completely visible through your shirt, nipples pebbled, thighs spread and entirely bare, and expected her to not bat an eye to it.
Sure, she was a busy woman, so you’d expected her to walk right past, but when you’d heard her footsteps come to a stop behind you, your mouth went dry.
She hadn’t done anything extravagantly mean to you in a while, your sex had been pretty vanilla– which was fine, but it seemed long overdue for her to.. correct you. Just a little. And with your attitude this morning, there was no way she wouldn’t get at you for it.
She leaned down and stopped right beside your ear, one gloved hand resting on your shoulder, fingers digging in tightly.
“By the time I get upstairs I expect you naked and on your back on my bed. Do not try anything funny. I’ll know.”
“Trying anything funny” was a slightly less upfront way of saying “don’t touch yourself”, which you’d learned the hard way. You swallowed and nodded, exhaling shakily.
“Don’t disappoint me.” She warned, then turned and walked down the hall to her study.
You stared at the coffee table, lips parted slightly, face flushed. Rising to your feet unsteadily, you rounded the couch and climbed the stairs with your head down.
The bedroom was dim and dead silent after you gently shut the door behind you, the noise of your breathing and bare feet shuffling against the carpet the only thing audible.
You sat down on the end of the bed, brushing your fingers along the fabric mindlessly, then resting your hands on your thighs.
It had been weeks since she’d been like this, and you were already fucking soaked just from the fact you knew she was gonna be mean.
With a measured exhale, you pulled off your shirt, nipples pebbling in the air, skin prickling. You briefly rose to your feet to drop your underwear before scooting up the bed, laying on your back, the weight of your upper body on your elbows that were braced either side of you.
You stared at the door, eyes tracing the carving along the mahogany frame while your highs rubbed together restlessly.
Your cunt was already glistening, the wet folds of your pussy catching the light. The sight made your face burn.
It didn’t take long for the doorknob to twist and the door to open, Cassandra stepping in and shutting the door behind her without a word.
Her gaze flicked over you—your thighs falling open further instinctively— then to the clothes you’d discarded on the floor. Her mouth curled slightly, and she stalked forward, using one foot to flick away the clothes.
That was another strike alone. You knew from the look on her face, heat and anger burning in the hypnotising blue of her eyes.
She climbed onto the bed and knelt between your legs, one hand nudging your thighs open wider.
She pulled her gloves off one finger at a time and reached down, spreading open your cunt, eyes scanning over your swollen clit and sopping entrance. She dipped a thumb between your folds and dragged it over your hole, spreading slick up and over your clit with firm pressure.
You gasped, hips twitching upwards needily. Her eyes gave you a single withering look that had you stilling yourself immediately.
“Such a brat all day and now you decide to be good. Look at you, soaked over practically nothing. Pathetic.” She scolded, eyes still locked onto your cunt.
You clenched around nothing, and her eyes darkened at the sight of it. She wiped the slick off of her hand on your thigh, and rose to her feet again, her boots clacking loudly as she made her way over to the dresser.
She walked back over with an elegant harness, dark leather with silver fasteners and an occasional flash of lace.
She had swapped the usual glass six-inch for a larger, more menacing attachment— a dildo she only used on special occasions. The sight of it made your stomach clench.
It wasn’t obscenely large— but it was big enough. And it had a vibrating feature, which always ruined you so easily. Almost every time she had used it on you in the past you’d ended up teary eyed and begging.
You watched her undo her belt, dropping it to the floor, then making work of her pants. You were unable to tear your eyes away from her as she stripped herself down, saliva pooling under your tongue at the sight of her.
Your chest rose and fell faster now, tits heaving, which didn’t escape her gaze. She fastened the harness on like it was second nature, pressing on the small button at the base of the toy, to which it buzzed to life.
She groaned quietly under her breath when the toy settled against her, the vibration unyielding, and settled back on the bed between your thighs once more.
Your hips shifted restlessly, your eyes pleading as she spread lube from a small glass vial over the toy, her own breathing now faster.
Normally she fingered you before expecting you to take the strap, but it appeared to you like she wasn’t giving you that privilege today.
“You.. you’re not gonna..?”
Cass looked up at you, one eyebrow raised.
“No. You don’t deserve it. You know the word if you want this to stop.”
“Cass, I really am sorry, I shouldn’t have acted like that..” you stared up at her pleadingly, the sight of you spread open and playing guilty making Cassandra mutter something under her breath.
“Save it.” She replied sharply, shifting her hips, pressing the head of the toy to your cunt, rocking forward and dragging the underside of it through your slick, your cunt making a lewd wet noise at the contact.
Your eyes fluttered shut, thighs twitching like you were fighting the urge to squeeze them shut. A breathy moan left you at the feeling of the vibrations meeting your heated flesh.
You shifted your hips forward, pressing your clit up against the vibrating silicone with another desperate noise.
Fingers dug into your thigh, the toy suddenly pulling away and a hand coming down hard on your cunt, the slap wet and loud.
Your eyes shot open, hips jerking, a whimper tearing from your throat, cunt burning pleasantly. You grew wetter, a thin line of arousal trickling out of you pathetically.
You dropped your head back when 2 fingers were shoved into you with a wet ‘schlick’
“Of course that makes you wetter. Was your behaviour this morning intentional? You wanted me to put you in your place?” She curled her fingers up brutally, a guttural moan leaving you.
Your hips ground down slightly, your head lifting to look back at Cass. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of you grinding down on her like a whore once again.
“Thought you weren’t gonna finger me?” You panted, a hint of challenge back in your voice. Cassandra’s gaze snapped up to your eyes, her eyes narrowed and jaw tight.
“Again? Always too slutty to know when to pipe down.” She hissed, shifting her hips forward and sinking the entire length of the buzzing strap into you in one vicious thrust.
Your mouth fell open, thighs pressing against her hips, one hand gripping at the sheets, stomach clenching up. The toy pressed against you, stretching you out with a faint burn, vibrating relentlessly against your walls, sending sparks of warm pleasure through your abdomen.
“Baby, I’m- oh..” you whined, looking up at her like that again.
“That’s all it takes? So fucking pathetic, m’going to— fuck— to show you I’m no pushover, you little bitch-..” she huffed, the vibrations from the base pressed against her clit making her falter.
Her hand slid under one of your knees, folding your leg back against your chest, the other bracing on the mattress beside you as she shifted to lay over you, her hips pulling back then driving back in brutally, stars flashing in your vision.
Her flesh met yours with a crude noise, your hands reaching clumsily for her shoulders, digging into soft skin.
Her hips picked up a filthy rhythm, driving the toy into you so fucking deep with every thrust, skin slapping wetly, cunt squelching, weak noises punched out of your chest with every thrust.
“Fuck- I’m.., m’so close..” you moaned, fingernails drawing lines along her back, pressure drawing tight low in your stomach dangerously fast.
Milky arousal gathered at the base of the strap and trickled out of you. Cassandra watched it with a lip caught between her teeth, the sight of your cunt swallowing the strap and the relentless buzzing against her clit making an orgasm curl pleasantly in her stomach. She swallowed and held herself back, burying her face into your neck instead, kissing wetly over delicate skin. Anything to keep her mind off of the urge to come right now.
If she finished too soon she’d tire out, and she wanted more time to get her message through.
“Go on then,” she grunted, accent growing thicker, pressing your leg up against your chest harder, hips driving up again and again and making heat curl in your stomach, your whole body burning hot, skin shining with sweat already.
You let out a shuddering moan as you came, clenching down hard around the vibrating toy, thighs pressing against her hips, stomach clenching up almost painfully.
More arousal seeped out of you, slicking the toy further, visceral white trailing over glistening silicone lewdly.
Cassandra didn’t stop, keeping her relentless pace, even after your orgasm fizzled out, your hips jerked, your walls sensitive, every drag of the toy almost too much.
“Cassie, I’m- s’too much-! Fuck.. think m’gonna cum again-..”
“Too much? Should’ve thought about what might happen before you mouthed off this morning. Suck it up.”
She fucked you through another orgasm, the not-quite-painful shock of overstimulation tearing through you with every move.
After you came for the third time, she brought her hand down to thumb over your clit, making everything so much more intense.
“Please, i can’t.. can’t come anymore, m’sorry, I’ll be so good, just- please-! Fuck, Cassie, m’so so sorry.. ah-..”
“Fuck,” Cassandra muttered, hips faltering as the orgasm she’d spent so long shoving diwn crashed through her, hips stuttering.
“Such a brat,” she panted, finally pulling out and pulling off the harness, the buzzing going silent. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Love you”
You smiled, your face dazed— eyes glassy, and dropped your leg back down into the mattress beside her.
Since Arcane season two is about to come out, it seems right to do some spring cleaning and make a list of all the headcanons written so far! The list will be updated as I post more.
▶ Ongoing Arcane ff
↠ "Everytime it rains" (alternative timeline)
▶ The last drop tour
↠ Part 1 (the bar)
↠ Part 2 (Silco's office)
↠ Part 3 (Alternative timeline)
▶ The ones with just one or two characters:
↠ “Stroking the other’s back comfortingly” [Cassandra]
↠ “If we ever stop talking send me a song” [Vander]
↠“Sinners” [Marcus]
↠“This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]
↠“I can't explain and I won't even try” [Jayce]
↠“Lips tasting like rum” [Jayce]
↠“We wanted to be the sky” [Ekko]
↠“Ekko & Vi with a transmasc S/O” [Ekko & Vi]
↠“Vi with a chubby S/O” [Vi]
↠“This is the sign you’ve been looking for” [Silco]
↠“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.” [Silco]
↠"Love is a cycle" [Powder s02E07]
↠"The corner shop [Marcus]"
▶ The ones with everyone or almost all of them:
↠[arcane preference] founding out you were injured in crossfire
↠ drinking with [arcane preferences]
↠ Arcane men and their kinks
↠ [Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets
↠ [Arcane preferences] and their s/o reacting to the cold
↠ [Arcane preference] finding you asleep at their workplace
↠ [Arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain
↠ [Arcane preference] Love language
↠ dancing with [Arcane preferences]
↠[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes
↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o with a mental health issues (eating)
↠[Arcane preference (girlies)] with a chubby s/o
↠[Arcane preference zaunites] with a s/o from Piltover
↠[Arcane preference] with a chubby s/o pt.2- cuddle time
↠[Arcane preference] with a s/o with a mental issues pt.2 (the big sad)
↠[Arcane preference] reacting to someone flirting with their s/o + jealousness
↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time
↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o falling asleep on their lap
↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing parfum
↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing mobility aids
Tags: fluff, periods, bleeding, feeling sick, period cramps, comfort food, massages, cuddles, working out, suggestive content
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A/N: If there was a button to opt me out of periods for the rest of my life I would press it so fast. It's not fair.
Jinx would run around frantically, literally burying you in supplies that she doesn't even know if you need. The type to try to distract you by talking your ear off and making you laugh. She feels guilty when she sees you cramping up in pain and briefly considers offering you Shimmer to make you feel better. If she needs to she will break into Piltover medicine shops to get you some better medicine.
Vi hasn't had the best experience with periods herself so she doesn't know how to take care of you properly. She offers you messages that worked with her when her cramps were really bad and makes sure you have enough water to drink since you're bleeding a lot. Kisses your stomach when she feels it flexing from cramps. When she feels you relax under her touch she smiles, knowing she's doing it right.
Caitlyn knows when your period is close so she takes days off work to tend to you. Piltover won't fall to pieces if she's not working for a bit, taking care of her girlfriend is more important. She can get you anything you need, be it medicine, pads, food you're craving, just ask her and she'll take care of it. Doesn't want you walking alone when you're feeling sick so she always follows you to the bathroom.
Maddie always makes sure she has your favorite comfort food ready for when you're on your period. It's a small comfort maybe but it's something she always wanted to have while she was on her periods, someone taking care of her. To make sure you don't get sick again she feeds you the food little by little. When a bit of food stains your lips she leans in to kiss you, distracting you for just a moment longer.
Grayson gets worried when she wakes up and you're not in bed next to her but in the bathroom holding your stomach. She knows what's wrong right away and carries you back to bed, telling you to stay put while she goes out to buy what you need. Helps you change into clean pajamas and kisses your legs, hips and stomach while doing so. Makes sure you get lots of rest, and lots of tea to help with the pain.
Sevika thinks that a good workout is a great way to help with your period pains. Obviously she won't push you past your breaking point or push you if you're feeling sick but a little work out will do you some good. She rewards you with food and drinks she knows you like, and those that keep your energy up so you're not as sluggish. Kisses are on the table too, and more if you're feeling up for it later.
Mel prepares you a big, warm bath and yes she will take the bath with you once you washed up. Pampers and spoils you rotten while you're on your period, she's even more attentive than usual. She makes sure you know that she doesn't think the blood is gross or unsightly, she might look prim and proper but she'd seen her fair share of blood. And she would never be grossed out by you, especially not now.
Ambessa lets you see her secret softer side when you're on your period. Her duties can wait a bit, she wants to spend a good chunk of her day with you instead. Physical activity is a good way to help with period pains and you already know she's not grossed out by blood in any way, so if you want to spend the day in bed with her it's more than welcome. Or you can just cuddle, that's on the table too.
Cassandra didn't have regular periods when she was younger but she knows how painful they can be. The last thing she wants is to see you in pain so she always has tea ready, it's right next to your bed, might not be tasty but it helps. She cuddles up next to you on the bed or on the couch, constantly kissing your cheeks, your forehead, kissing you on the lips, comforting you. Will even take a day off from the Council.
