JINGLE MY BELLS UNTIL I SCREAM — SANTA’S NOT THE ONLY ONE COMING TONIGHT!!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on christmas day, you woke up from an innocent nap only to find yourself tied up by a different lover each with their own twisted way of teaching you what happens to girls on the naughty list. from heat play to ice, from brutal dominance to teasing service top worship, every second will push you to tears, begging, and bliss until you can’t tell if the season’s spirit is joy… or just getting absolutely ruined under the tree!
cw: SMUT! minors and men fuck off . this is very kinky . BDSM . bondage/restraints . dacryphillia . overstimulation . food play . begging . praise . degradation. orgasm denial . face sitting . heat play . ice play . breast play . fingering . oral . gagging . use of toys/objects . teasing . pussy smothering . cuffs . body worship . edging . hint of aftercare .
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: (dom) sevika x reader ;; (dom) ambessa x reader ;; (dom-ishh??) grayson x reader ;; (sub) vi x reader ;; (dom) caitlyn x reader
a’n: my apologies if i tagged u twice :/ the taglist is crazy. i hope u enjoy reading this!
✶ SEVIKA
your first thought is that the room is too warm.
your second is that your arms…just won’t move.
your wrists are pulled tight above your head, soft rope biting into your skin, and it takes your sleepy brain a second to register that you’re not dreaming — you’re tied to your own bed, blankets shoved down by your knees. and then something hot drags up your inner thigh.
you jerk up gasping, eyes snapping open.
sevika’s sitting between your legs like it’s the most casual thing in the world — leaning back on one arm, her metal one, heated enough that steam drifts into the winter air. she’s watching you with that slow satisfied smile, like a lion who finally got you to stop running.
“mornin,” she rumbles, and her voice is too calm for what she’s doing. “you nap too long, sweetheart. i get bored.”
you try to move but the ropes don’t budge.
“sevika? i—”
“shhh.” she drags her warm arm up again, even slower, stopping an inch from your pussy. “you’ll wake up properly in about a minute.”
your entire body shivers. the warmth from the metal is intense — not burning, just enough to make your nerves spark. and she knows exactly what she’s doing. her eyes dip to watch your thighs tremble.
“look at you. pretty little thing, tied up and already shaking for me.”
you suck in a breath, chest rising, nipples hard from the cold air and from how blatantly she’s staring at them.
“hm,” she hums. “not festive enough.”
and then she reaches to the nightstand. you don’t even see what she grabs until she’s flicking the cap open with her thumb.
whipped cream.
you choke on air, “what are you—”
but she’s already leaning over your chest, her breath brushing your skin.
“hold still, doll”
the cold cream hits your left nipple and you gasp, arching instinctively. she does the other one too, slow spirals like she’s decorating a cupcake.
when she’s done, she sits back on her heels, chest rising a little faster now. her eyes darken as she takes you in.
“there,” she murmurs. “christmas spirit.”
you’re panting, half from the cold, half from her voice. “you’re insane.”
“maybe,” she agrees easily. “open your mouth.”
your brain doesn’t even have time to process before her thumb is pushing past your lips — thick, firm, pressing your tongue down. you groan, eyes going wide as she leans forward again, watching your mouth wrap around her thumb like it was made for it.
“good girl.” the praise hits you like a slap as your hips twitch against the ropes.
“see?” she murmurs, pulling her thumb out slowly, wet and glistening. “now you’re awake.”
before you can speak, her warm metal arm slides all the way up between your legs. up your cunt, not touching, just close enough that the heat makes slick gather instantly. your breath stutters.
“there it is…” she whispers. “fuck, you respond so fast.”
you whine and sevika smirks like she’s been waiting for that exact sound. then she grabs your hips with her hand, yanks you down the bed a few inches like you weigh nothing, and lowers her head to your chest.
“i should clean this up.”
your heart stops. and then her mouth closes around your nipple. warm tongue swirling through the whipped cream, sucking hard enough that you cry out. her other arm stays between your thighs, radiating heat, keeping you spread open and helpless.
you’re already shaking, ropes tightening as you try to arch.
she finishes one nipple and moves to the other, slower, licking a long stripe before sucking it into her mouth. her hand slides up your stomach, her thumb rubbing lazy circles just under your breast.
you’re panting like you ran here, “ooh, sevvv!”
she raises her head, lips shiny, pupils blown. “you taste better than the fucking cream. damn sweet mama.”
your brain melts. her hand trails down, across your belly, right to your soaked underwear and she presses her fingers down, hard enough to make your breath catch.
“messy already?” she teases. “you must’ve been dreamin about me.”
her fingers slide your panties aside and she finally touches you. two thick fingers dragging through your slit, spreading slick everywhere.
you choke on a sob. “oh,” she murmurs, pleased. “there are the tears.”
“don’t worry,” she says, voice low, soothing. “you’ll be cryin harder soon.”
she lines her fingers up and pushes in. slow, deep and unforgiving.
your back arches so violently that the ropes creak. she fucks you with her fingers — curling them at the perfect angle, pumping slow and deep until your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“christ,” she breathes, staring at how your pussy clings to her fingers. “y’taking me so good today.”
you’re babbling at this point. nonsensical, needy sounds. and sevika’s smirking, eyes glued to your cunt.
“you want more? or are you gonna cry f’me first?”
you already know the answer. cause your are tears spilling over your temples, and when she sees it, something in her changes, her breath gets unsteady, her jaw clenches, she moves closer like she wants to swallow every sound you make.
“fuck, sweetheart… c’mere.”
she pulls out her fingers, slick and dripping, and grabs the hexstrap from beside the bed — the one she definitely planned to use all along. she doesn’t rush. she lubes it with your slick, strokes it once, and climbs between your legs.
the strap is thick as fuckk, the kind that knocks the air out of you.
she lifts your hips with one hand, lines herself up, and looks at your teary face like it’s the best gift she’s ever gotten.
“ready to scream for me?”
you’re barely able to nod before she shoves in deep, heavy, one long stroke that makes you sob out loud.
her rhythm starts slow, almost gentle, then deeper, heavier, her metal arm keeping your thigh pressed open. the sound of her hips slapping against you is obscene. you can’t breathe, can’t think, all you can do is cry and take it.
“there ya go,” she growls, voice near your ear as she leans over you. “let me hear it. let me have alll of it.”
your orgasm hits so hard your whole body locks up, ropes digging into your wrists, tears pouring down your face. and sevika fucks you through it like she’s determined to ruin you for the entire holiday season.
she doesn’t stop until you’re shaking so violently she has to hold your hips still. only then does she slow, panting, kissing your jaw softly.
she unties you gently, kisses the rope marks, pulls you into her lap like you’re something fragile.
then she grabs the plate on the nightstand with cookies and she lifts one to your lips.
“open,” she murmurs. “you earned it.”
she feeds you a cookie with the softest look you’ve ever seen on her face, thumb brushing your cheek.
“merry fucking christmas, sweetheart.”
✶ AMBESSA
you’re spread-eagle, wrists tied to opposite corners, ankles pulled wide, body displayed like the softest offering. the ropes are thick, padded and comfortable. she wanted you held open without hurting you.
and she’s already there. ambessa sits at the edge of the bed, elbow on her knee, chin resting on her fist as she watches you wake like she’s been waiting decades for this exact moment.
when your eyes meet hers, she smiles. “good morning, dear.”
your stomach flips so violently you forget how to breathe. “huh? bessa wh—?”
“shhh.” she raises one massive hand, palm open. “breathe first. then speak.”
you try. you really try. but the second your chest rises, she looks down at the way your body stretches against the ropes and her pupils darken.
she inhales like she’s trying not to devour you too fast.
“beautiful,” she murmurs, mostly to herself. “so helpless, so soft.”
your face burns hot, “did i— did i fall asleep?”
“mm,” ambessa leans forward, brushing a huge, warm hand down your thigh. “you did. i carried you here. and you clung to me the whole time,” her lips quirk. “like a kitten.”
you want to crawl into the mattress and die. instead you tug at the ropes instinctively, and the moment your hips shift, ambessa’s eyes lock onto your cunt like a predator tracking movement.
her hand tightens on your thigh.
“don’t tempt me.”
your breath stutters. “hey, i… wasn’t trying to.”
she hums, sliding her palm all the way up your thigh, over the softest part, stopping just shy of your slit.
then, she stands and the bed dips as she swings one leg over your chest and straddles you, towering above you like a goddess carved from stone. she doesn’t touch you yet, just sits her weight (that impossible, intoxicating and heavy weight ughh!! ) on your ribs, warm and grounding.
she cups your cheek in one huge hand.
“i am going to sit on your face,” she says gently, like she’s telling you it’s time for breakfast. “but not yet.”
“why not yet?” you whisper.
her thumb rubs your lower lip, “because you’re too eager.”
she drags her thumb slowly across your mouth, pressing in just enough to make your pulse jump.
“and i haven’t heard you beg.”
you swallow hard. “ambessa—”
she shifts her weight forward just slightly, enough to knock the air from your lungs.
“beg,” she murmurs. “like you mean it.”
you didn’t think you could get any wetter.
“please,” you breathe. “i want you— i want you on my face.”
“why?” her tone is maddening calm.
“because i— i want to taste you. ambessa, pleaaseeee?”
she tilts her head, pleased “better.”
she lifts herself just enough to slide forward until her thighs frame your head. her pussy hovers just over your mouth, so close you can feel the heat radiating off her.
your tongue slips out without thinking.
ambessa leans down, her breasts towering over you.
“you get nothing,” she purrs, “until you’re crying for it.”
and then she moves down your body till her face is between your legs.
her huge hands wrap around your thighs, spreading you wider even though you’re already tied open, and she drags her tongue up your slit so slowly you feel every centimeter.
your whole body convulses.
“ambessaaa!”
“shhh.” and another long, broad lick that hits your clit at the very end.
your hips try to buck but she pins them instantly, one hand flattening your pelvis to the mattress like it’s nothing.
“don’t move,” she warns softly. “you will hurt yourself.”
she sucks your clit into her mouth and damn your vision explodes.
your back arches violently but the ropes keep you trapped, helpless, trembling. ambessa moans into you — the vibration pulling a broken cry straight out of your throat.
you’re close in seconds. too close.
“ambessa, m’gonna—”
but she stops. oh how dare she.
you scream. she lifts her head slowly, calmly, your slick dripping down her chin.
“no,” she says gently. “as i had said, not yet.”
your chest heaves. tears spill over your temples.
she wipes one with her thumb, tender and reverent.
“there they are,” she whispers. “there are the tears i wanted.”
“please,” you sob. “pleaseplease let me cum, oh i’ll do anything—”
“good girl.” and then she climbs up your body again. and sits on your face.
her full weight settles over your mouth, warm and heavy, pressing your head deeper into the pillows. your tongue is already moving, desperate, needy, licking everywhere you can reach.
ambessa sighs in deep pleasure as her hands brace on the headboard, muscles flexing as she grinds down gently.
“yes,” she breathes. “yes, dear. that’s it. taste me.”
you moan into her, the vibrations making her hips twitch. “don’t stop,” she warns. “i won’t hold back if you stop.”
you don’t. you can’t. you’re drowning in her — her scent, her weight, the slick running down your chin. she rides your face slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every shift of her thighs, every ounce of control she has over you.
your own pussy throbs painfully, untouched and terribly desperate.
“oh poor little thing,” she murmurs above you. “aching already?”
and finally, finally she slides one of her huge hands down between your legs without even looking, her fingers finding your clit and stroking it in a slow, ruthless rhythm.
you make a sound that isn’t human.
“cum,” she commands quietly.
“cum for me while i’m sitting on that pretty mouth.”
oh you break. you sob into her, shaking so violently the ropes strain, tears rolling into your hair as your orgasm rips through you — loud, messy, overwhelming.
ambessa moans loudly above you, grinding down harder as she chases her own pleasure on your face.
“again!”
you whimper into her. but she doesn’t stop, not until she cums with a deep, guttural sound, thighs trembling around your head as she holds you tight against her, practically smothering you with her release.
she lifts herself only when you’re gasping for air.
and slides down, gathers you into her chest with both arms, kisses the top of your head like you’re something precious.
“good girl,” she murmurs. “you took me so well, are you feeling okay? could you handle my weight, dear?”
you nod your head while she wipes your tears gently, thumb brushing your cheek.
“breathe,”
she kisses your forehead again.
“i’m right here.”
✶ GRAYSON
the first thing you feel is the cold kiss of metal around your wrists.
handcuffs. the good ones. the ones she keeps hidden in her bedside drawer “for field use,” except everyone knows that’s not why.
your eyes flutter open.
grayson sits beside you, legs crossed neatly, hair tied back, posture perfect — but her expression is nothing like her work face.
she looks… soft, worried even.
“hey, sweetheart,” she says quietly, brushing your cheek with the backs of her fingers. “you were out cold. i didn’t want to wake you.”
your wrists pull instinctively and the cuffs clink.
she smiles a little. “but i also didn’t want you wandering off in your sleep.”
liar.
you can see the flush in her cheeks.
she hesitates just for a breath, then leans down and presses a warm kiss to your forehead, lingering like she didn’t want to leave it.
“you comfortable?”
her voice is raspy, oh yeah just the way you like it and almost shy.
you nod slowly, “mhm…”
her relief is embarrassingly visible. grayson exhales, tension melting from her shoulders. “good. we go slow tonight, okay? you tell me if something feels wrong.”
you blink up at her. “always.”
she tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your jaw.
“take what you want, baby.”
your thighs rub together without permission.
she notices. “there she is,” grayson whispers, smiling soft and proud. “my good girl.”
she reaches to the nightstand and picks up a small glass bowl.
inside, ice cubes. tiny ones.
she holds one on her palms, watching the frost melt onto her skin.
“it’s warm in here,” she murmurs. “thought you might like to cool down.”
you swallow, heart pounding.
and she places the cube on your stomach. you gasp jerking at the cold, but she’s already pressing her other hand firmly over your ribs, grounding you instantly.
“shhh,” she soothes. “you’re alright. breathe for me.”
the ice melts slowly, trailing cold water down your skin. she watches it the way other people watch sunsets — calm, enchanted and patient.
“beautiful…”
she moves the next cube higher — across your ribs, the curve under your breast, up your sternum. slow paths of cold followed by her warm hand smoothing the water away.
then she sits back between your legs, spreading you open with the same gentle, reverent hands she always uses when she’s about to ruin you.
she takes another ice cube, smaller this time, and runs it down your inner thigh. you twitch violently.
grayson’s voice drops into something lower. “i know, baby. i know.”
the ice moves closer… closer. you’re already whining.
she presses the cube to your clit.
and whew your whole body bows off the bed with a broken cry.
grayson immediately cups your cheek with her free hand, her voice soft but steady.
“deep breaths. open your beautiful eyes, sweetie.”
you force them open.
you see her shiny gray eyes, gentle smile, that beautiful big nose, thumb brushing your face like you’re made of something she wants to worship.
she sets the melting cube aside and leans over your chest, kissing your throat, your shoulder, your collarbone, everywhere. her lips leave warm prints everywhere the ice touched.
her hand slides down, two fingers pressing against your cunt, warm now, so warm compared to the cold and stroking slowly, deliberately.
she shushes you again, soft and fond. “you’re so sensitive… was the ice too much?”
“no no, please don’t stop.”
“okay,” she breathes. “okay, baby. i won’t.”
she dips her fingers inside you.
you gasp, back arching, hands pulling uselessly against the cuffs.
“oh,” grayson sighs, eyes fluttering. “sweetheart… you’re gripping me so tight.”
her forehead touches yours as she moves, her breath warm, her rhythm intimate, unhurried.
“take what you need,” she whispers. “use me.”
she kisses your cheek. “talk to me.”
“mmh, i want your fingers… in my mouth,”
her pupils blow wide.
she pulls her fingers out of your pussy, soaked, glistening and brings them to your lips, brushing them against your mouth.
“open,” she whispers.
her fingers slip inside, pressing down on your tongue. your moan vibrates around them.
grayson groans softly, like you’re the most overwhelming thing she’s ever felt.
“tastes good huh,” she breathes. “suck.”
you do. you suck her fingers deep, moaning when she curls them slightly, pressing against your tongue in a way that makes your brain short circuit.
her free hand slides back between your legs, rubbing your clit in slow circles.
your breath breaks into short, desperate little sobs. overwhelmed, needy, ruined by how gentle she is.
she pulls her fingers from your mouth but keeps them resting on your lower lip.
“you want to cum?” she asks quietly.
you nod, trembling.
“then cum for me,” grayson says softly.
“go on, baby. make a mess.”
the orgasm hits like a wave — sharp, overwhelming, curling your toes and arching your back until you cry out loud into the cold air.
grayson is already holding you through it, one hand on your stomach, the other cupping your cheek, her lips brushing your temple.
“that’s it,” she whispers. “that’s perfect. god, you look absolutely breathtaking.” you’re shaking, breathing hard, tears drying on your cheeks.
she unlocks the cuffs slowly, kissing each wrist where the metal marked you.
then she pulls you into her arms, tucks you against her chest, and covers you both with the blanket.
your breathing evens out. her fingers stroke your spine. you hear her whisper into your hair,
“merry christmas, sweetheart. i hope i was gentle enough.”
✶ VI
you don’t even notice the ropes at first, mostly because they’re barely ropes at all. vi tried to copy what the youtube tutorial showed, but her knots are these uneven little loops that look more decorative than restraining. half of them are loose enough that a strong exhale could break them.
you wake up to the sound of her mumbling, frustrated, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she tries to pull one knot tighter.
“shit! okay wait, hold on… no, that looks wrong.”
she notices your eyes open and instantly goes pink.
“oh hey uh. i wasn’t done,” she blurts, and she scrambles to sit back on her heels, palms on your thighs. “don’t look at the knots yet. they’re gonna get better eventually.”
you tug your wrist experimentally and the rope slides off immediately.
“babe, don’t do that!” she whines, grabbing your hand and tucking it back exactly where she wanted it. “just pretend you can’t get free, okay? i worked hard on that knot.”
you grin and giggle at her. she goes softer than snow.
vi climbs over you, not to pin you, but to practically fold herself down, forehead brushing yours. you can feel her breathing fast, like just being this close to you has her half feral.
“i’m gonna be good for you,” she whispers, voice all tiny, all shaky.
“just… lemme take care of you. please?”
and god, she means it.
her hands slide down your body in slow, careful strokes, like she’s reading you with her palms. she kisses the inside of your knee, your thigh, your hip. each one sweeter than the last, like she’s trying to apologise for every time she’s ever been too brash, too loud.
and then she’s between your legs, breath catching.
“fuck, you’re already warm,” she murmurs, like you’re something holy.
she doesn’t dive in. vi waits, eyes flicking up, pupils huge.
“can i?”
the softest voice she’s ever had.
you nod and she goes IN.
her mouth is everywhere at once messy, eager, greedy in a gentle way. she licks you like she’s starving and overwhelmed about it, whimpering into you every time your hips twitch because she just cannot handle how good it feels to make you react.
“god, you taste so— fuck—”
her voice cracks.
her hands can’t stay still. one squeezes your thigh, the other tries to hold your hip down but she’s shaking too much to actually restrain you.
“i can’t— i can’t believe i get, mmh, to do this to you,” she mumbles against your pussy, voice trembling with this almost submissive awe. “tell me what feels good. i’ll do it. anything.”
you guide her. a little to the left, slower, now suck — and she follows every instruction like it’s gospel.
her whines get wetter, needier, like the more you tell her what to do, the weaker she gets.
at one point she looks up at you, pupils blown, lips shiny, face flushed to hell.
“am i making you feel good?”
she sounds desperate.
“tell me i’m doing good,” she whispers, and your stomach flips.
the submissive edge in her voice is so sharp you feel it in your spine.
when you tug at the rope again and it slips, she rolls her eyes.
“no baby, leave it, i know it’s shitty but…”
her cheeks burn.
“just let me pretend you’re tied up for real.”
and then she’s burying her face back between your legs. she eats you out until her jaw shakes, until her nose is pressed into you, until her hands stop trying to hold you still and just cling.
when you finally cum loud, shaking, thighs squeezing around her head. vi moans so hard it sounds like she’s falling apart right with you.
she keeps licking through it.
keeps moaning.
keeps whispering, “good… good girl… fuck, you’re perfect… taste s’good!”
when she finally pulls back, her mouth is glossy, her face a mess, and she looks destroyed in the best way.
“hah, wow. did i do good? now, how would you rate my oral skills out of a 100?”
✶ CAITLYN
you wake up tasting peppermint.
something cold taps your lips, gentle but firm, nudging until you open your mouth on instinct.
a candy cane slides in slowly and you feel fingers brushing your jaw, urging you to suck.
“good morning,” caitlyn murmurs, voice like silk.
“keep your tongue on the curve. that’s right. see? you’re already behaving.”
your eyes flutter open.
she’s sitting beside you with her legs crossed neatly, blue hair perfection, expression maddeningly calm. she looks like she’s sitting for a portrait — one hand holding the candy cane to your lips, the other lightly stroking your cheek as if you’re her newest, softest indulgence.
then you notice silk ropes laid out in coils, perfectly organised on the bed. knot points pre-measured. your legs already nudged apart at the knees with a velvet pillow.
caitlyn smiles when she sees you notice.
“i thought we’d try something… more elegant tonight,” she says, selecting a length of midnight blue silk like she’s choosing jewelry.
she leans in, guiding your hand to the candy cane again.
“and keep sucking. peppermint will help you stay still.”
she wraps you slowly — not like restraint, but like decoration.
your wrists are brought above your head with silk so soft it feels like a caress.
your ankles are crossed and bound with deliberate looseness, just enough to keep you open but not enough to hurt.
every knot is perfect. every touch is intentional.
“lovely,” she murmurs as she steps back to admire her work, fingers brushing your thigh like she’s straightening a hemline. “you’re such a beautiful sight when you’re arranged properly.”
she lets you suck the candy cane while she kisses down your stomach, slow enough to make your insides flutter. every kiss is a perfect dot of pressure — one just below your ribs, one on your hip, one right above your clit that makes you whimper around the candy.
the sound makes her pause.
“did you moan with candy in your mouth?” she asks softly, teasingly. “darling, that’s adorable.”
her fingers drift lower, slipping between your folds easily, you were already wet after all. gentle at first, then deeper, slow enough to torment.
“keep sucking,” she reminds you, pushing the candy cane slightly deeper on purpose. “i want your mouth busy so you don’t babble.”
you try so hard. you really do.
but when her thumb circles your clit with that perfect, controlled pressure, the peppermint slips and you gasp around it. the candy clicks against your teeth.
caitlyn freezes.l then lifts her eyes to yours with a look so calm it’s terrifying.
“sweetheart,” she whispers, “did you drop your treat?”
you swallow. she inhales delicately, like she’s collecting patience.
“open your mouth.” she slides the candy cane back in, thumb pressing it firmly against your tongue.
“don’t make me remind you again.”
you nod as best you can, cheeks warming, thighs trembling.
she loves it. you can tell by the way her voice softens into something smug and fond all at once, “fantastic.”
then she ruins you. her fingers move with that clinical, devastating rhythm — not fast, not messy, just perfect. the kind of touch that knows your body better than you do. the kind that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll without warning.
you whimper again, choking on the peppermint, and the way caitlyn’s breathing stutters tells you she hears it, loves it, needs it.
“hold the candy,” she whispers, leaning in to lick the other side of the candy cane, “and i’ll let you cum.”
you try but your thighs are shaking, your hips lifting, your breath breaking around peppermint-sweet moans.
her fingers speed up just barely, just enough to make you lose control, and your teeth click the candy cane again. it drops, a string of saliva snaps from the candy cane.
your mouth opens in a cry, caitlyn’s hand leaves your pussy instantly. she catches the candy cane mid fall.
the silence is sinful. then she lifts your chin gently with her free hand.
“oh, darling,” she breathes, smiling even as her eyes glow with something dark and amused, “looks like we’ll need to start that part over.”
her fingers trail back down between your legs, soft and ominous.
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you just got your nails done, and they want to know how they look. you were about to send a simple picture, but you had a better idea. 🎀 ̟
you were lying face down on your bed, propped up on your elbows, gazing at your freshly manicured nails with a gleam of satisfaction in your eyes, admiring the perfectly attended details of the manicure.
after the brief period of admiration, you picked up your phone, which was on the bed right in front of you, and checked your social media.
while scrolling through your timeline, one post in particular caught your attention. coincidentally, it was a post about nails, but in a very different way.
it was an explicit video, a woman’s slender hands were on her right breast, which the tight bra barely concealed. she pressed the hard nipple through the fabric and rolled it between her fingers with long, newly decorated nails. New nails! the caption read.
you stared at the screen for a few seconds, somewhat surprised by the daring post. but… you had to admit: it was an interesting idea.
as you read the comments, the vibration of the device in your hands drew your attention to the notification bar.
it was from the group you created a while ago to talk to your three women. earlier, you sent them a message letting them know you were at the manicure and would be back around seven in the evening. now, at seven twenty, they sent a few messages: ambessa wanting to know if you had arrived, grayson asking if you were okay, and sevika asking you to show your nails.
you smiled fondly at the messages, turning to sit on the bed.
however, the moment you opened the rear camera and positioned it to take a picture of your nails, you stopped.
a lightbulb went off above your head. what if…?
you bit your lower lip lightly, dragging yourself to adjust pillows on the headboard, leaning your back against them, settling comfortably.
with a few quick clicks, you opened the gallery and swiped to a specific folder, one where you kept sex videos you made with them. nothing professional, but with very good angles and perfect audio.
you clicked on the first one your thumb reached, one of sevika eating your pussy, recorded by grayson, while ambessa’s voice in the background gave orders and encouragement to you and sevika.
your free hand slid to your breasts covered by the light dress you were wearing; you squeezed them, feeling your breath already a little heavy.
in the video, sevika sucked your clitoris with a little more force, making you moan louder and try to close your legs, but both were effortlessly held by ambessa and grayson, each on one side.
you moaned softly, opened your legs, and pulled the dress up until it gathered at your waist, giving you room to work.
your hand quickly reached for your panties, which you pulled off with the help of your legs, unable to take your eyes off the video.
free from any interruptions, you leaned back against the pillows and brought your free hand to your warm pussy, sighing slightly tremulously as you felt your wet core. you collected on your fingers and spread it over your lips and clit, moving your hips slightly as the excitement grew with each passing second.
god, how you wanted them there now.
ambessa’s firm, warm voice, the loud, obscene sounds sevika’s sucking and fingers made on you, grayson’s husky compliments from behind the camera… if you didn’t stop, you were going to come too soon.
you quickly left the gallery and opened the front camera, putting your idea into action.
you positioned your phone so that the video perfectly framed your glistening, leaking pussy thanks to them, and soon your fingers were there too.
your fingers rubbed quick circles around your clit, and now you let the whimpers and moans escape freely, as well as the sighed curses.
then, you inserted your middle and ring fingers into your hole, pushing them in as far as you could, and quickly began to thrust yourself. your moans grew louder, and you called out their names at the same time, increasing the speed and intensity as you did so; your fingers went all the way in and out almost completely, maintaining the rhythm.
“oh, god—ah… hmmm, fuck, fuck!”
with your climax approaching, you closed your eyes tightly and your hips moved along with your fingers, going in and out at the same time.
maintaining the rhythm, you used your thumb to rub your clit, moaning breathlessly. the phone in your other hand trembled, but the framing remained spectacular.
you came seconds later, moaning loudly. your legs trembled and closed around your own hand, but you continued to move your fingers inside, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible.
with heavy, loud breaths, audible on video, you spread your trembling legs before the camera, exposing your soaked pussy contracting around your fingers still buried in your core.
a low hiss escaped you as you slowly withdrew your fingers. a sticky thread of your fluids connecting your fingers to your pussy.
you circled your clitoris gently one last time, and let your hand rest there, catching your breath. the camera zoomed in and you moved your fingers to align them together above your pussy, showing your decorated nails — sticky and shiny — as if nothing had happened.
you ended the video with a long sigh, bringing your hand close to your face to observe.
a low giggle escaped you as you saw your two wrinkled fingers covered in your fluids. you brought them to your mouth and sucked on them, moaning softly at the taste and the obscene gesture itself, even though no one was there to see.
with your other hand, you brought your phone closer to your face and wrote a caption to accompany the video in the message, and then finally pressed the send button.
you smiled satisfied and dropped your phone on the bed with a sense of accomplishment, not bothering to check the replies until you cleaned yourself and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Fluff, subtle spanking, pranks, slightly suggestive, featuring Sevika, Ambessa, Vi, and Grayson. I need to write more Grayson she’s genuinely the loml
Have this while I work on requests
Sevika
“Hey Vi can you-oh, I mean Sevika, can you pass me the pepper please?”
At first she doesn’t say anything. Her eyebrows raise, lips pursing, eyes narrowing with a stroke of a warning making itself known in the maelstrom of her grey irises.
“Vi, pass me the pepper.” You repeated quicker this time—hand outstretched in expectation without you even acknowledging her.
Sevika moves slowly. She doesn’t pick up the pepper, in fact, she crosses her arms in retaliation and leans against the counter with a perched eyebrow striking higher.
You tried not to snicker, a moment of your lips quivering with unheard laughter as you glanced towards her with faux exasperation.
“Why are you not giving me the pepper baby-”
“You’re on thin ice.”
You rolled your eyes, a motion she caught clearly when you moved aside to her, adjacent against the marble counter splattered with cut pieces of vegetables.
“Fine. I’ll get it myself, Violet.” Your fingers pried onto the bottle only for thick, brown fingers to snatch it out under your grasp.
“Sevika-”
“So now you wanna call me by my name, huh, sweetheart?” She takes a step closer to you, the pepper thumping harshly against the counter as her arms entrap you between her and the counter.
“Do I look like that pathetic red-head to you?”
Your lips meshed as if confusion had struck over you whole. The audacity you had to even look bashful and exasperated at the same time left the feelings gnawing at Sevika’s nerves like vengeful mites.
“What are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyebrows, creasing the space between them. “Are you okay?” You gave her a look up and down, an act that was about to wear off real soon. “It must’ve been a mistake don’t look at me like that, you know things slip my mind.”
You tutted, turning around to grasp onto another seasoning before arms the size of trunks of trees wrapped around your waist—a moment of stability before you were swung over Sevika’s shoulder.
“I-what are you doing? The pan is still on—”
Smack.
All air bubbling itself inside of your throat, ready for an exhale quitted as her hand came down onto the base of your ass, and even through clothes it left a sting aching there.
“I’m making sure you don’t forget my name, love.” She gruffed out, footsteps clashing against the ground as the sizzling of the food became an echo of distance when she walked off into your room.
Vi
“Sevika you can’t cut it like that.” You laughed, letting the words slip so naturally they nearly didn’t register in Vi’s mind…until you said it again.
“What? I’m cutting them just right, princess.” Even if she didn’t fully hear you above the gust of steam travelling through the kitchen like smoke, her body stiffened in response like it was a seperate living organism that heard a title it didn’t claim.
“No you’re not, Sevika.”
The knife slowed in Vi’s palm as she sent you a glance. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion and annoyence wrapped up all in one iris like a collage of feelings.
“Wait-hold on, did you just call me Sevika—and twice?”
“No…I said Vi?”
“No you said Sevika.” Vi said with more insistence, placing down the knife and sending you a playful glare with a strained smile coaxing on her face. “Why’re you callin’ me Sevika?”
“I’m not calling you Sevika, Sevika.” The words hung in the air pungent in stained Paprika and hefty sauces that didn’t leave no matter the ventilation.
“You just did it again!” She chucked the knife down aimlessly, immediately raising an eyebrow towards you.
“No I didn’t!”
She smirked. “Okay caitlyn. If I’m not cutting it right, you do it.” She leaned back, hands pressing down against the counter behind her.
“Caitlyn?” You sucked up a harsh, deep breathe—genuine annoyance floating throughout you. You turned around with your lips pursing, the irony of it all left Vi snickering quietly to herself while you grumbled in the corner of the kitchen. “Can’t believe you, Sevika.”
“Whatever you say, caitlyn.”
The handle you were gripping became suffocated under your grasp, your eyes glaring at like an incoming missile ready to eject from base.
“Okay, Sevika.”
“Okay, caitlyn.”
“Shut up, Vi.” You sent her another pointed glare, and Vi rolled back her shoulders.
“There it is. The jokes write themselves don’t them babe?”
Ambessa
“Caitlyn baby, do you think this tastes good enough?” You turn with a bowel in your hand, facing Ambessa who merely didn’t react at all to your presence.
A beat passed.
“Caitlyn?”
“You should regard me by my name if you wish to get my attention, dear.”
You groaned, eyes rolling as you walked over towards her with a little smile.
“Nothing gets through you, does it?” The grasp on the bowel was enough to make the heat filter through to the tips of your fingers, a generous amount of torridness that left them feeling warm.
She didn’t respond.
You sighed. “Ambessa.”
“Yes, darling?”
“Finally.” You sat down next to her imposing figure—her eyes rolling over to your sweet face as you smiled up at her. “Try some, caitlyn?”
Her fingers snapped closed around your chin, nearly fumbling the bowel over yourself as you let it sit sturdy against your palms.
“Do I need to remind you who you’re regarding?”
Her grip was like a lock, while she had thrown away the key. You either came out of this unscathed or you were sure you were in for a long night.
“No,” You gulped, but her gaze turned adamant in expectation. “Ambessa…”
“Good.” She mindlessly took the bowel from your hand, taking a taste in the process. “Just how I always like it, my love.”
Grayson
Grayson’s hands are still on your body, arms enveloped in a behind-embrace as she peppered warm kisses against your neck, urging a quiet noise to dissipate into the air around you.
The environment was warm, cozy—a match lit against that rough, striking strip like Grayson’s low, raspy voice where her accent shone through. You were in the middle of chopping up vegetables, the lights glowing a stamp of gold above you.
“I missed you.” She spoke with such sincerity, an unspoken need you were about to ruin as your eyes fluttered close in half-amused silent laughter in your mind.
“I missed you too, vander.”
Her travelling hands paused for a moment, unslinking from around you as she looked around the house for a moment before landing back onto you.
“Vander?” She said his name like she had to choke it out with force, eyebrows shooting up. “Did you just call me vander?”
You tried to bury the twinge of guilt you felt—Grayson was a sweetheart, you adored her, and you looked over your shoulder to see her expression twisted in confusion and a little bit of hurt.
That was enough to make you fold.
“My love it was just a joke,” you drifted over towards her, hands falling over her shoulder’s as you let a sheepish grin take over your face. “I’m sorry I thought it’d be funny.”
Relief took over her face, the sherif rolling her eyes as she reluctantly placed her grip onto you.
“You’re a pain.” She said, voice gruff and heavy like dragging metal against the ground.
“Let me make it up to you?” You bit your bottom lip, fingers dancing on her uniforms-belt as it clanked beneath your touch.
Her grey eyes narrowed dangerously, her thumb circling around your skin as she let out a bated breath.
“You’re always too eager, sweetheart.” And by the time she had said that, you had already fell down to your knees, the belt having your undivided attention as you undid it.
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!!
A/N: hey yall I’m back. My ex didn’t really like me posting smut on the internet so I left but we broke up so I’m baaaack.
Warnings: spanking, heavy smut, voyeurism, fingering, strap-ons and lots of dirty talk.
MEN AND MINORS FUCK OFF!
Ambessa
👑 No one is allowed to touch you, not even yourself so when Ambessa finds you knuckle-deep in your cunt she's more than angry.
👑 She snatches your wrist, ripping your fingers out of your weeping hole and replaces them with two of her own large digits.
👑 She fucks you in every way possible. Abusing your pussy until you pass out.
“If you want to act like a desperate slut you’ll be treated as one.”
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Sevika
⚙️Sevika didn't expect to be jolted awake by the sound of her girlfriend fucking herself on a dildo suctioned to the bathroom floor, but she wasn’t exactly complaining.
⚙️ The sight of you bouncing desperately, staring into her eyes with that fucked out look she loved, had her snaking her own hand into her boxers. The pads of her fingers circling over her clit as she watched you.
⚙️Eventually she needed more which is how you ended up with her hands around your ankles as she holds them by your ears. Your joints groaning as she pounded her favorite purple strap into your tight hole.
⚙️ She hits that spot deep inside of you causing your eyes to roll back and she smirks.
“That’s my dirty girl. Only I can make you feel like this.”
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Grayson
🚨Grayson had come home from a long day of work to see you in the living room with a wand pressed against your clit. Your head thrown back as you roll your hips into the vibrator.
🚨She lets out a soft huff and grabs you by the hips. Pulling you into her before burying three thick fingers into you. Instructing you to keep the wand on your clit as she ravages your insides.
🚨Grayson is normally a sweet lover but even she has her moments. This is one of them, she makes you cum until you squirt for her, pressing her wet fingers against your lips and letting out a soft purr when you clean your mess.
“That’s it, my darling. Do you like how you taste?”
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Cassandra
📜 Cassandra, much like Ambessa does not like the idea of you masturbating without her permission. So when she finds you desperately humping a pillow like a common whore she’s quick to bring you across her lap.
📜 Her cane comes down hard on your ass, leaving bright red welts as she disciplines you. She has you count out all twenty strikes, relishing in the tears falling from your eyes.
📜 Once your punishment is done she buries two of her gloved fingers into your cunt. Fucking you until you’re begging her to stop.
“Stop? I thought this is what you wanted, darling.”
