AITA for telling my girlfriends (21F), (22F) they need to see a psychologist or stop fucking biting me?
my gf (21F) and my gf (22F) have an oral fixation. i love them to death but its bordering on unhealthy. if 21F doesn't get to nip at my shoulder while we cuddle she'll refuse to talk to me for the rest of the day. and then if 22F doesnt have my fingers in her mouth 24/7 she stops and stares at me like ive just run over a puppy. i thought it was sex thing until i recovered my lost shoes (see: two weeks missing) chewed up behind the couch. should i be worried?
EDIT: no, we don't have a dog. and NO, i don't think my girlfriends are closeted cannibals you sick fucks. ignoring that, i have un update. i had my period today and found my bloody panties mangled beside the hamper. is it bad i don't know which one of them it was?
EDIT: it wasnt the dog.
tw; vamp!caitlyn & (pink)werewolf!vi x f!reader, dom/sub!caitvi, sub!reader, monster!caitvi, caitvi!cocks, degradation, shoehumping, pussyeating, pussyfucking, werewolf knotting, size kink, blood kink, almost blowjob (weaponised incompetence caitlyn), oral fixation except they’re biologically inclined to eat you alive. fluff/humour/smut. wc; 4k
ON the surface, anyone would think you’d scored the girlfriend lottery. First of all, two? Said two (two!) girlfriends being a suspiciously wealthy heiress and a top-class, undisputed D1 athlete? Okay, now you're just gloating. They're also smoking hot, whip-smart, and love you very, very much.
How greedy can you get? God, it's almost like a fanfiction, or something.
Though, despite their on-paper perfection; Caitlyn and Vi are by no means flawless, that's for sure. Caitlyn, while the uninitiated might assume from her uptight disposition that she'd be borderline neurotic of a neat freak—seems physically incapable of working any amenity that involves a step more complicated than a click of a button. And even that, is like scaling Mount Everest.
"Cait, they have to be dishwasher-safe." Vi groans, in genuine distress as she holds up her favourite mug, cementified BBQ remains clinging to its insides. "And, for the last goddamn time, sweetheart—you have to put detergent in. Not hand-soap." Caitlyn throws her hands up in the air. "They look the bloody same." She hisses, somehow appearing even more stressed as she follows Vi's frenetic jerk to the cycle options. "How am I supposed to know?"
Or, with how Vi seems to be a huge fan of swinging her one-million pound dumbbells around—yet, for all the time and effort she spends lifting them up and down (of which both you and Caitlyn begrudgingly appreciate watching), she can't seem to lift them from the middle of the living room to—you know, anywhere else.
"Ow..! Fuck! What the fuck? Vi—"
"Aw, baby got a boo-boo?" Vi grins, hands on her hips. Asshole. Even if she ends up moving them in the end, anyways.
This is all negligible. Caitlyn figured out how to work the dishwasher eventually (though sometimes, you have the sneaking suspicion she pretends not to). Vi's grown a lot better in putting her weights in more appropriate places than smack-dab in places where people walk, or, God forbid, where people roll-out-of-bed, thank you very much. All in all, the mild cons don't even detract slightly from the pros. The daily threesomes are also a bonus.
There is this one thing, though. A habit they just can't seem to break. Something that just won't go away, no matter how lovingly or firmly or often they're berated.
“Vi, I was going to wear this top out tonight.”
“Sorry, baby.” Vi mumbles, voice muffled by your collar in her mouth, she just barely lifts her head from where it rests, nestled against your chest.
Fingers skimming her jaw, you begin to peel her off, because the spit is starting to stick to your skin and pool into your collar and you really do need to change, when, lo and behold— a growl bubbles up from the back of Vi's throat.
You blink, shocked. Vi blinks back, seemingly just as surprised, before shame seems to catch up to her and she clears her throat, ears tinging pink. “What was that for?” She mumbles, spit shining on her jutted bottom lip, eyes falling back to your drenched collar longingly. “I wasn't done.”
For a beefed-up, 280 pound athlete with a reputation for grappling with grown men, Vi sure can pull off some mean puppy-eyes. You always surrender, in the end. It's not even just Vi, though—even if, perhaps, the drooling is reserved for her.
Caitlyn's always been an aggressive cuddler. Playful nips, here and there. You’d never questioned it. Caitlyn had always had a thing for marking. (The litany of scratch-marks that scraped along every inch of your body, morning and night, could attest to that). The little nibbles had seemed to run in the same vein. It's just you've lost count of how many ows! and muttered apologies that you really, really think Caitlyn should have learned her own bite-force by now.
“Ah, ah—! Cait, what the fuck was that?”
Caitlyn’s eyes have eclipsed. Her lashes lowered, pupils blooming into dinner plates. Something must whip past the window, reflected back in her gaze—a passing car, a trick of the light—because you swear, for a moment, her eyes glimmer with red.
“Sorry, sorry.” Caitlyn mumbles, hushed and hasty, though her gaze doesn’t even waver, lasered on that little pinprick of blood that swells at the base of your neck.
So, culminating in one demoralisingly unhelpful Reddit post (and if that doesn’t convey your desperation, you don’t know what else does), and awkward confrontation later—you end up on the sofa, two girlfriends standing over you a little distance away, arms crossed. Caitlyn’s bottom lip is tucked under her teeth. Vi’s foot taps, restlessly. It looks like a scene ripped right out of an intervention. Fitting, considering you've just found out your girlfriends are supernatural creatures. That’s cool.
“Wow.” You’re winded. “I totally thought it was a sex thing. Turns out you just want to eat me.”
“We don’t want to eat you!” Vi splutters, cheeks dusting red. “Just blood, darling. Not flesh. I’m a vampire, not a feral animal.” Caitlyn corrects, before her eyes dart, to her side. "Sorry."
Vi huffs, glancing away with a sulky expression. "It's called teething."
Caitlyn seems to suppress a smile, then looks to Vi, meaningfully. “Perhaps it'd be easier to show you.” Vi’s pout tucks away underneath her bottom lip, peering at you as if asking for permission. When you slowly nod, you're not at all prepared for what you're about to witness.
Vi had always been big. The woman practically lived in the gym, and when she wasn't—she was cranking it up at home (see; paragraph four for weightlifting woes). This, though, this is something else entirely. Muscled thighs balloon, fabric bursting into smithereens like she's the fucking Hulk. Biceps double, limbs crackle, swelling and elongating; and sure, as you’re watching the transformation—the wolf thing is crazy and all, but what really takes the cake is, well..
Vi is so fucking hung.
You've always known that. The bulge that protrudes whenever she parades about the house in her endless collection of basketball shorts speaks for itself, but this is another thing entirely.
Her gentleness in bed had always seemed a little excessive. She's always cradled you, huge, usually clumsy palms acting with characteristic tentativeness. Always asking, always checking in with wide, glossy puppy eyes; are you okay, baby? Is this okay? M'not hurting you? You like this, right? Right? Now, looking at what she's been packing all this time; it's no wonder she treats you so gingerly, like you could break with the slightest touch. You probably would.
“Show-off.” Caitlyn scoffs, but her eyes are adoring. Yours are practically bulging out of your skull, but that’s neither here nor there.
“And,” Vi hesitates, voice hoarse and bestially low—resonating through the floorboards with a rumble. “It can be a sex thing. If you want it to.”
You're unashamed to say, you want it to.
The hot-pink curls of her bush herald an absolutely mammoth cock. Well, could you even call it a bush, now? It’s more like the Amazonian rainforest. Vi coughs, shifting awkwardly. You think she might be blushing, but you can't quite tell, considering—
“You're pink." You supply, helpfully. Vi visibly bristles, ears pinning back against her head as she lets out a soft whine of embarrassment.
"Oh, no, baby. Now you've made her sulk." Caitlyn coos, smile coming up to her ears. Vi lumbers towards the sofa with all the grace of a sledgehammer. Her footsteps pad clumsily, heavy and unsteady, and from where you sit she looks larger than life—looming over you like a beast ripped right from the pages of a fairytale.
Then, she drops to her knees, and promptly flops into your lap. Her cheeks smoosh against your thigh, eyes peering up at you, sparkling; wide and wet.
Right. Mythical, feral beast of legend that could rip you to shreds or not—it's still Vi.
Before you realise, the sofa sinks, and Caitlyn slinks down beside you, one arm coiling around your shoulders. She makes it her business to get all up in your face, and never before have you been so conscious of the sharp glint of her— fangs? Fuck, how have you never noticed that?
“You’re taking this surprisingly well.”
“Well,” You start, breath hitching as your eyes meet with Vi’s and your grasp tightens just the slightest in her hair. She whimpers, nuzzling into your thigh. You inhale, sharp.
“It’s hot.”
Caitlyn’s laugh is deep, and throaty. “Oh, you slut.” Her playfulness doesn't quite obscure the relief that punctuates her words, but she doesn't give you time to linger on it. Neither does Vi, who lets out a long, couch-rumbling whine into your thigh, presumably from the lack of attention.
She's humping your slippers. It looks a little ridiculous, because Vi's cock is so huge it slings over your foot like a deadweight, soaking hot and wet into fabric, tip audibly sliding against the floor as Vi ruts, needily. The sound of her soft pants fill the room, a wretched noise wrenching from her throat when your hand finds its place in her hair. Your nails dig, just behind her flattened ears, and they perk instantly; Vi’s immense form gives a full-body shudder of delight, couch cushions trembling under her weight.
Impatient, Caitlyn taps your jaw, and you turn into her palm, obediently. Caitlyn has never looked quite so good, lips parted, curled into a rakish smile that shows off pointed teeth; elongating right before your eyes, curved gently inwards—a sharp slope.
A thrill zings right down your spine, because if you had known about this sooner, you'd have stopped wearing panties around the house a long time ago.
"May I?"
"Oh, my God." Your throat is parched. So is Caitlyn’s. There’s a simple solution, really.
"Yes or no, darling?"
That’s how you end up, stomach-down, ass-up on the floor of your living room, chin hitched in Caitlyn's lap, the front of your thighs supported by Vi's hands. If you could even call them that.
Blunt nails scrape against skin, humongous hands swallowing up your form and spreading you open. "Oh, fuck." Vi groans, jagged claws snagging into the fabric of your pyjama shorts. They don't stand a chance. With a single, sharp tug, the seam comes flying apart, and your pussy clenches on instinct.
"Vi," You hiss, even as your heart is positively thrumming like a jackhammer, too eager, blood pumping in the thrill of it all; to muster up any real frustration. "I liked those—"
"Hugged your ass real tight, didn't they?" Caitlyn scoffs, laden with lilting amusement, and you scowl up at her with as much dignity you can muster. Which isn't much, with your ass perked high the air and Vi nuzzling into your inner thigh from behind, sniffing and panting like, well.. a dog.
"Sorry, fuck—sorry." Vi snuffles, apologetically, speech growing more slurred by the second. There’s a grogginess weighing her head down and narrowing glassy vision, words garbled by the amount of drool beginning to pool in the corners of her mouth.
"You two are adorable." Caitlyn coos, and you have a comeback rearing on the tip of your tongue until Vi—without warning, mind—pushes a knuckled finger in, curled so that her claws might not snag. The stretch is enough to have your throat tearing out a gasp, hips snapping upwards. “Fuck!” You cry out, eyes burning, and Vi pants frantically against your heat.
"M'sorry, m'sorry!— S’just.. was all shiny and pretty and smelled so—hah—" She's feverish. Pussydrunk without even getting a taste, yet. Fascinated by the way your hole looks so teensy and tiny against even just the palm of her monstrous hand; sucking in her finger like a good, greedy thing that doesn’t know any better. Then the second, the third, before her entire fist is submerged in the velvet warmth of it.
Oh, fuck. Even your inhale shudders, vision blacking for a brief moment before your quaking legs slow to quivers, walls trembling in the adorable determination to hold your own. Oh, Vi is so lucky. A few shallow thrusts, and your pussy loosens millimetre by millimetre. So fucking cute. It’d take years before you could loosen enough to fit her cock. Vi knows that, Caitlyn knows that; but that sweet, sweet scent..—
Fuck, fuck. Vi can't help herself. She inhales, harsh and hot against your glistening cunt, tongue lolling out of her jaw like a starved mongrel. The flat of her tongue is rough, the texture of it lighting up nerves you didn’t even know existed; white-hot and the whichever over is over overstimulating. S’fucking beyond that.
Holy fuck, you’re not even making any sense anymore, are you? Not a single dick inside you yet and your brain is already sliding about, butter on a skillet.
You whine, jutting your ass back out as Vi laps up at your pussy between huffs of delight, drool pooling into her mouth and running down her chin, frothing. As if you weren't wet enough.
Caitlyn, during this whole ordeal, seems remarkably content with draining the ever-living shit out of you. Lithe hands angle your chin upwards, and she drinks in the sight of you—saliva connecting agape lips, fluttering to the back of your head, struggling to focus on her beautiful features, leaning close. Her eyes darken red, so brilliantly wicked you’d call it cliché if you didn't think Caitlyn might throw a tantrum at being described as such.
She jerks you in, the same moment Vi growls, hands trembling. You're utterly dwarfed by her; she could wrap a single palm around the entirety of your waist, with room to spare. Mammoth hands grasping your thighs and forcing them apart with as seamless ease as a knife cleaving butter. Her cock spits in anticipation, drizzling spurts of pre into the carpet as it swings between her legs, slit a leaky tap.
Caitlyn bites. Vi thrusts into your cunt. You think you might be dying.
No joke. It feels as if some shitty archaeologist ripped the hinges off one of the Colosseum pillars and stuffed it right up your pussy. It’s like being flattened by a wall of muscle, and Vi’s eyes grow to dinner plates before you could so much as wheeze. “Shit, shit. I know it hurts—I knew it was gunna hurt. Cait said s’was okay. Is it too big? I’m sorry. Lemme just—” She makes to inch out, but even the slightest fraction of movement has a hoarse wheeze squeezing from your chest, pussy on fucking fire. And yet—
“You pull out, Violet—" You hiss, retinas burning, "and I swear to the fucking Gods I will lay you out and flay you the fuck alive—"
Vi whimpers, shooting Caitlyn a frantic glance. Caitlyn just laughs. The sheer size and force of it makes you feel like your pussy’s being ripped apart, Vi's flared head teetering deeper without even trying, straining against your poor walls as inch after thick inch of throbbing fucking werewolf-dick stows itself inside of you.
The way Caitlyn is treating you is gentle in comparison—which is something you never thought you'd utter in your life. The sharp tip of her incisors latch on, slipping into a thin, purple-green vein and sheathing themselves snug into your neck. Faintly, beneath the raucous sensation of Vi’s futilely cautious attempts of a fuck; you can feel the curve of Caitlyn’s lips part into a hot-mouthed, satisfied moan. The near indecipherable twitch of her cock against her pants.
Between the two of them, they could snap you in two. One half for each of them.
“Oh, fuuuck.” Vi garbles, and it takes everything in her not to just burst at the seams right then and there. Her claws dig tight into the plush flesh of your ass, purpling imprints branded behind. You spasm, back arching off the floor as your pink, slippery hole clenches against the thick column that so rudely intrudes it, walls stuttering like it can’t decide between its pathetic attempts to spit out or swallow.
Caitlyn unlatches from your neck, forcefully seizing your jaw. Her tongue slips right into your open mouth, her fangs scraping against your own hanging tongue; lying hot and heavy, feverish from the confines of Vi's grip. The metallic tang of your own blood sluices hot down your throat, and Caitlyn licks deep into the hollow of your cheek. Fingers slip behind your neck, cradling you, so deceptively gentle between open-mouthed kisses; before she yanks you down by your nape, inhuman strength forcing you down, down, down until your bleary vision is faced only with her cock hanging out from an unzipped fly, unnaturally alabaster head glaring down at you.
“Mmf—! Nm.. ugh,” You gasp, “You suck.” Real mature. Then, the thought occurs to you. Somehow mustering enough sass even as Vi drives her head just another inch deeper, and it has you vacuuming air as if its your last breath before the spots in your vision recede enough to ask the million-dollar question;
“..How can you even get hard?” There’s harsh tug from the roots of your hair, and you yelp at the sharp spike of pain, though everything feels as if it's occurring miles away; the scorching of your cunt taking up all of your attention. Caitlyn then lets go; like she can’t even bother with a hand in your hair—no grace, no guidance. Only you, pinned down by Vi’s titanic grasp, pussy choking down your recently-discovered werewolf girlfriend's shaft as your stupid, smug recently-discovered vampire girlfriend lays back, content to watch you struggle to mouth at her dick.
“I’m perpetually erect.” Caitlyn answers, tone all amicable as she muffles you via vampire cock. “It’s quite the pain, really. Rigor erectus.”
Skimming your limited knowledge of Latin comes up with.. nothing. No dice. Unsurprising, seeing as how every thought that floats to your head seems to be fucked out, just as quick. “Death by—" Vi chooses this moment, to snarl and claw your legs further apart. You take the time to choke of your undignified squeak before croaking. "..erection?”
“You stupid fuck.” Caitlyn sighs, but you know she means it lovingly. Probably. Then, impassive as ever, she wrenches you forwards and smothers you completely up the underside of her cock. You think she might be getting off more on the sight of her shaft smearing pre over your face rather than anything you're actually achieving. It's more degrading than if she’d just thrust her dick straight down your throat.
Not that you can really form words to protest the humiliatingly way you've been shut up, reduced to simply panting in effort to attempt to get her in your mouth, whilst Caitlyn seems content to not lift a finger; balls laid out, steaming—squashed shamelessly against your chin as she rocks in idle motions. All the while, Vi fucks those useless pants out of you, scrambling that pretty little head of yours as Caitlyn gets off on the way your spit drools down her sack, fucked so dumb you can’t even fit her dick in your mouth.
Fuck, are you sopping. Slick, slick, slick and more slick drenching every throbbing inch of Vi’s inhuman cock as it pistons like goddamn Mjölnir—punctuated only by the slapping of flesh and splintering of wood. The size difference really is obscene. Vi is living in ecstasy. You're so fucking warm. Tight to the point of bursting; choking down her circumference despite how clearly it stretches you thin; walls quivering, breath coming in gasping shudders, pushing you to the very verge of splitting—yet, you won't, won't ever, if they have anything to say about it. Wetness squirts out with each fuck, Vi’s eyes rolling back, your cunt and your mouth seemingly in a competition, against your will, to see which can make the most disgusting sounds.
Caitlyn groans, sternum bobbing, and the creamy streak of cum that arcs out splatters against your heaving torso, and you can't breathe with the force in which Vi lifts herself up to lick it clean off your abdomen, not even giving it time to cool. She's bent over you, your head crowned by Caitlyn's sputtering dick, the flat of it smothering your gasping mouth as Vi’s dick flushes a brilliant crimson; swollen knot of muscle at the base of her ballooning outwards—catching onto your cunt with each thrust. Vi spasms, and it’s taking her herculean restraint to not slam forward and force that thick, baseball-sized knot into your sheer, sweet heat, hugging her so deliciously snug, struggling to contain her; the veins of her dick so thick and visible with quivering reserve you could see them throb if your vision weren’t already swimming. Your mind and stupid, diminutive, human survival instincts wasn’t screaming; fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
(Translation: you’re gonna die. You’re gonna die gutted by werewolf dick and you’re going to like it like the fucking braindead idiot you are. You’re delirious. You’re dead. You might as well complete the trio and parade the world as a vampire-werewolf-zombie throuple and your Wikipedia page will read Cause of Death; being a stupidslop-for-brains horny)—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
An unholy sound sends the bookshelf cascading down, contents littered onto carpet. A strangled, ear-splitting howl that you can’t discern comes from the monster on the mount. Vi’s fists slam on either side of your head, smashing two dents into the floorboards. It’s as if a fucking geyser erupts within you, flooded with a goopy hotness like a hot spring under the most tantamount of pressure. You were full before. Fuller now. You think your heartbeat might have stopped, for just a moment, consciousness edging in and out with the rhythm of Vi’s stammering thrusts.
You’re only human, after all, and in your convinced-to-be brink-of-death haze you think, perhaps Vi shooting her fucking load has burst the limits of your feeble human body (werewolf as she is), and taken it upon herself to fuck full not only your pussy but all your other parts, too. Empties all that made you out on the floorboards and replaces it with only the squelch of her dick blustering inside—seed, thick and viscous—spilling out til' your tummy is pumping warm and sloshing with it, gushing an' spurting all the way until your pitiful human head is reduced to hot, milky liquid. That's certainly what you feel like, anyway. Just fucking slop, spilt out on a puddle on your living room floorboards. Now, in dire need of repair.
Vi collapses against your battered cunt. Caitlyn finally, finally lifts her dick off from your face(though, not before rubbing her shaft against your cheek for good measure, and you both know you can’t do shit about it. You can’t even muster the energy to scowl.) Your lips are swollen. Body bruised with blood loss. Caitlyn has drunk just enough for you to retain that pleasant flush of blood that still renders your pretty glazed gape to gasp open around Vi’s monstrous knot, pulse light and erratic; coming in feeble pitter-patters.
You can’t move. You try to lift a finger, but your muscles won’t abide.
"Shit.." Vi grunts, eyes still glazed, drinking in the sight of your ruinous stomach, shaft a visible wedge in your tummy—knot ballooned at the lips of your pussy. Obscene, sticky white pooling at the crevice of your thighs and, still, oozing out from the base of her. A constant thing, enough so that the entirety of your cunt to your inner thighs to the bottom crawl of your torso is splattered with the disgusting, delicious splatter of goop. She shudders, dick still swallowed by the sticky hedony of it all, a guttural whimper leaving Vi’s throat.
Caitlyn glances upwards. Her eyes are glowing red. "What?"
"It won't come out." Vi stifles a whine, twitching weakly within you. It will only take a moment for her libido to rear its red-hot, spear-shafted head again. Her hand squeezes her trembling dick, as if trying to pull herself out with strength alone, but her cock remains firmly wedged, deep within you. Unable to ease past the huge weight of her knot. It won’t be able to, until it dies down, completely.
"Oh, well." Caitlyn smirks, reaching out to scratch behind Vi’s fucking wolf ears that have gone all droopy as if you didn’t sacrifice half your life-force to give her an orgasm. Though, not before wiping the sheen of her tip clean, on your listless bottom lip. “We have all the time in the world.”
Both their gazes fall onto you, pupils blooming outwards. Twin drops of blood, burgeoning in the water.
Oh, God. You really are going to die gutted by werewolf dick. And, fuck your pathetic fucking life.. you’re going to fucking like it.
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Your hand curls around the wrought-iron bed frame, banging against the wall for several minutes. Maybe you’re doing it to muffle the sound, but more likely, you’re grasping the metal to keep yourself from collapsing face forward from where you’re on your knees.
Your knees shake, body roiling with every rough thrust into your sopping cunt. You pant, hair disheveled, seeing stars. You can’t count the number of times you’ve found your pleasure; you feel as wrung out as a washcloth on laundry day.
A large hand steadies you, spreading out below your navel, above where the curls of your pubic hair begin. Warm, strong, rough - it presses inward, and you sputter as your insides constrict as if your lover is trying to feel himself through your body.
“Good girl-”
All you can respond with is a pitiful mewl. He’s on his knees behind you, all those hot, long, hard inches of him buried in your cunt.
His hand snakes down further, through your dark hair, to right above, where he pierces you with his flesh. His trigger finger finds that hooded nub of nerves and circles at it in time with the thrusting of his hips.
“A-Ar-Arthur!” You cry out, wrecked, overstimulated. You clench around him with yet another bone-shattering orgasm, and your warm, liquid arousal gushes softly from your body onto him, wetting his curls each time he continually thrusts into you.
With one final, overwhelming moan, he slams his hips into yours animalistically before withdrawing, you whimper as suddenly you feel so empty.
The slick sounds of him pumping himself fill the bedroom, and he leans over you again, his front to your back - his forehead pressing lightly between your shoulder blades - and grunts loudly as you feel hot spurts of his pleasure land on the back of your thighs.
For moments, you remain there, holding onto the bed frame with one hand as one of his braces against your pelvis. You swear it's him keeping you from collapsing. His pants are loud behind you, and finally, after what seems like forever, he lets go of you, moving off the mattress and stepping ungainly toward the bowl of water on the bureau across the room. You hear him dip a washcloth into the basin and wipe himself clean.
You roll down onto the bed, your sore body wanting to curl in on itself. Laying on your side, a jolt goes through your smarting core, and you whimper quietly as you tuck your hand between your legs and close them tightly together.
Arthur drops the washcloth immediately and comes back to bed, sliding behind you and molding his body around yours, uncaring of his drying spend on your thigh now pressed against him.
“Y’alright?” Oh sweetheart-” he coos softly as he draws back errant strands of your hair from your face.
You don't turn toward him, remaining still as his fingers trail down your arm, gentle and soft.
“I just - don’t you wish you had someone who c’d keep up with you?” you whisper harshly, that self doubt creeping in. You could barely stay upright during the more passionate of your encounters. Sometimes the soreness from his cock cleaving into you has you telling him no to further lovemaking that day. The way you felt now, it seemed like it would be the case for the rest of the evening.
He had rented a hotel room and everything.
“Now you stop with that talk, darlin’ girl.”
His hand trails from your arm up to your collarbone then reaches your breast's swell. A gentle rub over your nipple makes you shiver before his hand engulfs it whole. “Perfect size.”
Arthur’s hand squeezes and kneads your breast for a moment as he leans over and presses his lips to your shoulder.
His hand moves downward to rest on your waist below your ribcage, “ ‘and here, perfect for me to grab, in bed or outside. Perfect for me to hold when you're sittin’ on my knee by the fire.”
“Yer so good t’ me.” He rumbles into your neck, and his hand traces lower, lower, until it reaches yours, tucked between your aching legs. Instead of pushing them open, he slides his hand over yours and pulls gently, just enough so that you remove your hand from between your thighs.
Your fingers intertwine, resting gently in that thatch of dark hair.
“ ‘nd here, I feel so safe and warm when I'm inside you.”
He can’t see you roll your eyes, but you half turn your head to make yourself heard, “How could I possibly make you feel safe?”
He was a foot gunslinger of muscle born of beating men and hard labor. One of the most fearsome men in the country. He certainly didn’t need protection, not from some flit of a woman like you.
“When I’m inside you… stripped of all my guns and everythin’’… I just…” he trails off, and you crane your neck to make eye contact with him.
His hand leaves yours and quickly cups your cheek.
“Guess when I’m inside y’, I feel wanted. Like you’re takin’ me in and shieldin’ me with all of you.” He whispers.
Your brow crinkles, and you feel your eyes start to water over before you blink away unbidden tears. Turning around in his arms, you throw yours around his neck as you lean in to kiss him, and he fervently meets you halfway.
It’s several moments of this, of tongues pressing together, of breathing each other’s breath, of sweat-slicked skin plastered against each other.
When he finally pulls away, you cannot help but smile, placing your hand on his cheek. His scruffy beard tickles your palm.
“Now let me hold you for the rest of the night,” he says, a smile gracing his face.
Your eyes flit down to his lips again, and you see him smirk. Then you close your eyes, and his lips meet yours in the softest, most loving kiss.
Oral (R!receiving), breasts sucking, bit of bitting, dry humping (V!receiving) pretty much needy whiny Vi having her mouth all over you, kinda subby Vi.
It's not news Violet has an oral fixation.
Ever since you met her it was a common sight seeing her munching on stuff. Licking lollipops, feasting on those extra sugary cupcakes you make, chewing on gum and even bitting her nails.
If she doesn't have something in her mouth to play with its either because she is yapping. Or because she has it all over you.
Either if this habit is out of boredom or stress is unknown, but even your friends have noticed the familiar patron. Especially when she starts to slowly drift away from the conversation and engages herself in more tempting activities.
Since she always has you using her thick thighs as a seat, it's just a matter of time till she leans to nuzzle her nose on the curve between your neck and shoulder. Grazing her lips in a way tantalizing enough to make you squirm on her lap, cheeks tinted rosy as you try to carry on yourself.
Depends on how needy she is feeling she would leave a few sloopy wet kisses. If playful she would dig her teeth in a bit. If cocky she would chuckle at the way you shiver when she blows some air at the little wet spots she has left over your neck.
Once at home she walks you to the couch, already tangled in a needy kiss since you two got on the elevator. Your arms around her neck and her strong hands squeezing your rear as they battle with the rest of her body for a piece of you. Hips arching to yours, one hand moving to cup your face desperatly, kissing you like if she could merge you two together. She always kisses like that, sloopy, messy and wet, delving her tongue shamelessy into your mouth, whining in pleasure as she tastes your moans.
"Fuck- get on the couch...this fucking turtle neck, you've been trying to torture me..." The way she whines its almost pathetic, tugging desperately at your jumper, using her own weight to lay you down. It's not like you had choose the attire on purpose, but now that you knew how deprived and needy she could get you might start to cover yourself more often . "Ah...please- please, take it off..."
Her cries against your neck make you bite hard on your lip, seeing her like this is always too much, uncordinated and desperate tugging at your turtle neck trying to get some skin to abuse. Taking off your jumper would have cost her just a second but her needy brain had her malfuctioning, just gropping you everywhere and humping her hips to yours. You struggle to discard your clothing while she is all over you, a woman lost when she notices the absence of a bra.
She takes one of your boobs into her mouth, switching once they are red, swollen and sore all over. Biting, kissing, leaving little red marks she knows will show over your tops and sucking on your nipple so hard you might think she is trynna get something out of it. Praising between incomprehensible curses agaisnt your skin "S'..so pretty..mhnm, so fucking pretty f'me.."
"S-shut up and do something, god.." You whimper in protest, even if this is enjoyable her little-to-no self control has been edging you all day. A mouth can be always put to better use.
You tug roughly on Vi's hair, pushing her head further on you with no shame or delicacy, her lips worshipping everything on their way but you don't let her get side tracked. Tugging down your pants and pressing your aching core to her mouth, gripping the pink locks tighter to keep her in place. Tho it's no need, once Vi gets between your legs theres no rest or breather till you are wrecked.
She eats you out like a woman starved. Don't expect an increasing rhythm, she does not have the pacience to greet your clit with slow circles or tease your entrance with kitten licks. Violet is digging her face on your pussy like its her last meal (which she wouldn't mind). The living room is full of obscenes wet sounds, her slurps and moans sending heated vibrations between your folds. "God-so...so good...taste so good-"
She cries but you are not having it, muffling her words by rocking your hips, her nose pressing against your clit nonstop. "Eat"
Usually she isn't a fan of commands—or she pretends to—but she obliges with a desperate nod. She has you so lost in pleasure, almost reaching your peak, that you have just noticed the wet trail she is leaving on your calve as she ruts against you like a dog in heat. A loud whimper leaving her lips when you angle your leg to press better against her crotch.
The sight is too arousing not to feel that familiar heat on your lower stomach and the trembles that make your body melt, your thighs closing around her neck in a suffocating way, arching and moaning louder.
Violet doesn't stops till she can taste your sweet release in her mouth, overstimulating your satisfied cunt by licking you clean. There's a mix of saliva and cum trailing down her lips, face glistening with your juices and pupils dilated. All fucked up and breathless as she kisses on your hip like it's something sacred. Voice heavy, so eager and puppy like you wouldn't even think she has been the one cumming all over your nicest trousers "Always so fucking good... again?"
i know i'm horny on here 99.9% of the time but, goodness, i just love the romance of loving butches so much.
spending lazy mornings in their bed and their arms, basking in their warmth. sunlight hitting their trim haircut, boxers loose around their hips, legs interlocked with mine. waking them up with my nails tracing down their scalp, their face, their neck, their back. happy trails and strong arms. matching my outfit to their blue jeans and t-shirts. lipstick kisses under their collar, their shampoo in my hair, their cologne on my wrists. every word of theirs hummed sweetly to me when i've so often witnessed them turned harsh to strangers. chivalry and sensitivity and sweetness. my voice being the one to calm them down from panic, ease their brain, drift them to sleep-- theirs being the one to calm me from nightmares, to reassure, to make me laugh so hard i snort. their hands on my waist, my hands on their biceps. their body to shield mine. my hands to clean their wounds.
i'm obsessed with the sensitivity of butches. the inherent sweetness and kindness and love. the comfort. the compassion. emotion. the troubles they have, the things they hide, the fears they try to shake. i just want to love every part of them with everything inside of me. i talk about butches devoted to their femmes a lot, but i love spending my entire being devoted towards them. loving them, helping them, opening myself up to them and feeling safe together. i love when their walls break and they break mine down in turn. earning each others' safety.
(and of course the safety they exude in sex. the service, the gentleness, the consideration and raw desire. never has anyone made me feel more comfortable in my own body and desires and self than butches. i've never wanted to let someone have me so thoroughly. they're the world.)
and don't get me started on their masculinity. their femininity. their history. what it means to be everything butch. the proudness they carry on their belt. the same belt they let me undo while they gaze down at me with their hands soothing my hair UGHHHHHHHH i'm so horny for butches but it's only because i love them so deeply I SWEAR. LET ME GRIND ON YOUR BULGE THEN SAY CORNY JOKES WITH YOUR HEAD HALFWAY TO MY TONGUE BECAUSE I LOVE TO SEE YOU LAUGH
Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse
So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.
And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.
It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.
“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.
And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.
Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.
But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.
“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”
A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.
“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.
“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.
Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.
And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.
“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.
“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.
“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.
“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.
“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”
“Alright.”
“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.
“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”
“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”
And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.
“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .
It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.
“Too rough?”
“Never”
“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.
“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”
being butch, to me, is so much more than being masculine presenting, wearing men's clothes, or having short hair
being butch is about being the man for women that men often fail to be, if that makes sense. it's holding doors open for women, it's telling women they're pretty, it's paying for dinner, it's opening the pickle jar. yes, for me that's also wearing men's clothes and boxers and sports bras and shaving my head, but it's being a gentleman, too.
i'm a cis woman, but there is nothing more i want to be than the gentleman for a woman. i want to have a femme girlfriend who i buy flowers for and compliment her makeup and walk on the street side of the sidewalk and be the big spoon and take up all of those traditionally male roles
I want to help her, not because I think she’s incapable, but because she deserves to be taken care of.
Yeah you’re perfectly capable of opening a door by yourself, but isn’t it just nice if I hold it open for you instead? I know you’re strong enough to carry your own bags, but let me lighten the load anyway. You can cook a nice meal, but what if you just relax on the couch, and let me make it for you? You might not really need a hug in this moment, but I can give you one anyway, because hugs aren’t just for when you feel bad. I’m well aware that you’re capable of doing simple tasks, like making your bed, or folding your laundry. I’d just like to do it for you anyway.
I just want to take care of her in the simplest of ways, taking care of the little things.
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
pitfighter!vi who's right about to begin her first fight of the day, crackling her neck right to left before clenching her fists in front of her face.
pitfighter!vi who's eyes lazily glance around the stadium. it's unbelievably loud, people grabbing at the bars and yelling out, betting tickets being held up in the air. vi doesn't notice anything interesting, no, not until she spots you watching behind the bars.
pitfighter!vi who's seemingly mesmerized for a moment as her eyes meet yours. you're hot. without even thinking her eyes trace down your figure, hardcore checking you out. her gaze flicks down to your hips, your chest, back up to those eyes, and as great of a view you were, the match had started without her noticing and her opponent lands a sudden slam into the side of her jaw.
pitfighter!vi who thinks even the way you panicked was cute, your eyes widening as you're so invested. have you always been her fan? how many games had you attended without her noticing? vi almost cruses herself, how had she not noticed a pretty little thing like you before?
pitfighter!vi who wins the match as usual, pummeling her opponent into the ground as the referee had to rip her off the guy by the shoulder. she takes her infamous slogan of victory, holding her fist into the air as the crowd absolutely erupts in excitement. she looks around quickly, finding you in the crowd, locking eyes, and winking to you with a smirk. she almost laughs when she notices your entire face burning red in response, giving her a flustered smile.
pitfighter!vi who notices you once again at the afterparty with her buddies, standing from afar in the corner of the pub, watching her intently. she almost thinks you're what she was meant to take home tonight, not one of the many medals she already had.
pitfighter!vi who's so charming. she's leaning against the wall, her muscular arms crossed in front of her chest and she is so cocky noticing your eyes stuck on them.
pitfighter!vi who takes you back to her place, and the second that the front door is closed behind you she's already on you. both her calloused hands slide up the side of your neck, cupping your face into her hands as she presses her lips against yours. the way you guys are making out is almost like she's eating you alive, backing you slowly until you hit the edge of the bed. she pulls away, barely for a second, pushing you back onto the bed as she climbs on top of you. she holds both your hands, sliding up from your forearms to your palms before intertwining her fingers with yours and pinning you down onto the bed beneath her. the look in her eyes is hungry, staring down at you with your gaze half-lidded. "You're so needy, hmm, pretty girl?" and you're losing it.
pitfighter!vi who's holding you down with a tight grip as her kisses trail down from your lips to your cheek, jaw, before she licks up the side of your neck, swirling her tongue against your neck. she can't help but feel insatiable. who knew bare skin could taste so good?
pitfighter!vi who marks hickey after hickey all over your body. she slides your shirt up and over your head, travelling down from your neck to bite onto your exposed chest. she takes your breast into her mouth, swirling her tongue around your nipple and roughly grabbing and pinching the other with her hand. you're moaning out, wrapping your legs around her waist, and that only makes her grind into you harshly. feeling her weight pressing down on you, her tongue swirling on you, her hand groping up your chest, you feel like you're on cloud nine with the amount of overstimulation she's giving you.
pitfighter!vi who quickly rids you of all your clothing, throwing it behind her onto the floor before she's between your thighs, looking at you from in between your legs with striking blue eyes. she still has her pit fighter makeup on, her eyes contrasting the black streaks down her face so well it seems as if shes seeing through to your soul. her dark hair tickles your inner thighs, and you twist your hips in response.
pitfighter!vi who maintains eye contact with you as her tongue presses onto your hole, dragging it up harshly before it flicks up to the underside of your clit. you moan out in response, your back arching off the bed as you buck your hips involuntarily. in turn, vi snakes her hands to your hips, holding you so tight you know her handprints will be buried into your skin by tomorrow morning, and that only makes you love this even more.
pitfighter!vi who eats you out like it's her last meal, making almost primal sounds as she laps at your clit, sucking on it harshly and swirling her tongue all at the same time. you feel like your mind is falling apart, your hands reaching out and fingers tangling into her hair, pulling her closer. vi laughs breathily in response, and you clench at the loss of her mouth.
pitfighter!vi who grabs you by your thighs and moves onto the bed with you, now sitting between your thighs as she holds your knees apart. she's still completely clothed, and you cover your face with both hands in embarrassment at how perverted her gaze is when she looks down at you.
pitfighter!vi who makes you beg for her to keep going, pet name after pet name as she only cups your pussy, pressing the heel of her hand down on your clit occasionally to cut you off as you try and plea with her.
pitfighter!vi who doesn't give you what you want until you're on the verge of tears, grinding against her hand needily, right on the verge of falling apart. just where she wanted you the second she first laid eyes on you.
pitfighter!vi who sinks two fingers into you, stretching you out and scissoring them deeper and deeper until she hits a mushy spot within that has you crying out. she doesn't care if the walls in her studio are paper thin, she's focused all and only on making a pretty little girl like you squirt all over her sheets. the second she feels you had barely adjusted, vi increases her speed. the heel of her hand slams down on your clit with each fingerfucked thrust, a soft pap pap pap of your wetness as if your pussy was telling her how good she was doing too. vi's freehand traces circles along your stomach, groping your tit and pinching your nipple as her fingers curl up inside of you each time she's bottoming out.
pitfighter!vi who fingerfucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, ruining her sheets in your squirt as you swear you can't cum anymore—only for her to press down on your lower stomach, curl up her fingers, and for you to cum once again with your eyes rolling into the back of your head and thighs shaking.
pitfighter!vi who gently pulls her fingers out of your sloppy pussy, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against your clit almost as an apology. you lay on the mattress flat, breathing heavily, pussy clenching around nothing as vi gets out of the bed.
pitfighter!vi who quickly returns, sitting between your legs once more, only this time she's wearing a dark red strapon—smiling down at you sweetly as she cups your face gently. her thumb brushes over the streaks of tears on your cheek, laying the dildo onto your lower belly as she leans down to your neck. her lips nip against your skin gently, her arms caging your head as she cradles you like you're the most precious thing in the world. she tangles her hand into your hair, petting your scalp. you wrap your legs around her waist, feeling the weight of the strap against your clit, your hands sliding up the tattoos on her back as you hold her with closed eyes. "How do you want it, pretty girl?" her voice is soft, charming, almost like a lullaby. the versatility in her tone is almost astounding, going from nastily lecherous to sweet and lulling. you adjust yourself for a moment, leaning up to kiss her neck, trailing to her ear.
"I want you to fuck me."
pitfighter!vi who's pounding into you, your hands gripping at the sheets with your ankles behind her head. vi's large hands are holding on to your thighs, your ass lifted up from the mattress as she slams into you over and over. you never thought you could meet someone who could cum from strapon fucking you alone, but here you were—your slick splashed across vi's pelvis, dripped all over your inner thighs just as she was dripping too. the stretch was so good, tipping so close to too much every time she reaches down to give a harsh swirl around your clit. you sob, not from sadness or pain, but from how fucking good it feels. how easily she's fucking into that right spot nestled deep into your pussy, how easily she kisses your cervix with the head of the strap. vi's hands suddenly run down the underside of your thighs, holding the back of your knees when she pushes them into your chest.
pitfighter!vi who has you in a mating press, sloppily fucking your slutty throat with her tongue as her hips fuck your pussy open. her hand holds yours, fingers intertwined sweetly—a stark contrast to how animalistically her hips slam against yours. it's not until you gasp out, holding her hand tighter as you look up into vi's eyes. vi looks down at you, half-lidded as she smiles at you.
"you doing alright, cupcake?" you could only moan in response, quickly nodding absent-mindedly.
"i'm gonna cum, fuck—"
pitfighter!vi who cages your head in her biceps when you say that, exhaling deeply as she closes her eyes and moans in response. without warning, she pulls right out to the tip, slamming back in, using the entire length of the dildo now as her hand snakes down to your clit.
"yeah? cum then."
pitfighter!vi who cums a little after you do, roughly riding out your high by fucking you through your orgasm, only slowing down when you're pushing against her thighs with weak hands. she bottoms out the strap one last time, hips pressed flush against yours as she leans in to give a gentle peck onto your lips before pulling out slowly.
pitfighter!vi who has magical aftercare, wiping you clean with a towel and cuddling you in her arms until you eventually fall asleep—massaging your head with an occasional peck on your forehead.
summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.
content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).
notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)
(wc 1.2k)
your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed.
just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts.
vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes.
“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.”
“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap.
“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves.
her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips.
“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please.
her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.
a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.
through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection.
if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make.
vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed your swollen clit. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts.
“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt.
that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.
“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume.
“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.”
you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor.
your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.
you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms.
after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her.
“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to.
all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.
pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.
she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.
“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.”
merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)
pitfighter vi! who's fucking you so hard you're scared you may break. she has you bent over the sink counter of her shitty apartment, as she rams her bright fucking pink strap inside of you, already soaked with your juices. she's slamming her palms against your ass, listening to your screams and cries as you reach your fifth orgasm of the night. she's downright brutal, biting her teeth into the curve of your throat. she's grabbing your hair in a tight grip and yanking your head back just so you can look into your glossy eyes through the mirror and taking in your flushed red face. you're a mess, hair yanked from your pretty braid and cheeks covered in a mix of cum and your saliva.
"fuck," she breathes out, powder blue eyes stuck onto the way your cunt stretched wide around her cock, the silicone was soaked with your juices, creamy white cum bubbling around the base. she couldn't look away, the way your ass bounced against her hips, the way your hole clenched tight around her, the way your ass was gaping already having fucked it through two orgasms.
her bandaged hands trail down to your ass, gripping your cheeks and spreading them apart. she's a devil with the way she spits a glob of saliva into your puckered asshole. you whimper, though it turns into a cry as she slips three fingers inside of you, hooking them inside of you and tugging at your sensitive rim. "dirty girl," she teased, liking how you clench around her fingers.
"you like it, baby? do you like your ass being fucked?"
all you could do was faceplant on the counter. your legs shook from the exertion, so worn out and tired, yet you never wanted to stop.
vi hadn't even broken a sweat from all the orgasms she'd fucked you through. she still rammed her hips into yours like she could go all night. she probably could. the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, the excitement and thrill of winning a fight.
when she got no response, vi lifted her hand and slammed it down onto your ass. she grabbed your hips and slammed her cock in hard, the tip kissing your cervix. "answer me!" she hissed, beginning a rhythm of hard thrusts. you scream, of course, scrambling to hold onto the counter. she isn't gentle; she's shoving her fingers back inside of your ass, and she's giving it to you so hard you're afraid you'll break.
she fucks you through another orgasm, enjoying the wet squelching noises reverberating through the room. it's sinful and leaves no room for imagination.
"v-vi─" your voice breaks as you cum around her cock. you're so impossibly wet that she slips out. she doesn't push back in right away but instead prods at your asshole, reveling in the way you jolt and try to squirm away. you don't get far because she's pressing a hand to the back of your neck and holding you down as she slides all the way in till she can't anymore.
it's overwhelming in the best possible way, her cock deep in your ass, her fingers on your clit.... "do you like that baby?" she laughs cruelly. She gives a hard thrust into you. she treats her strap like it's real, moaning when you cum around her, and she swears she can feel it, feeling your velvet walls hot, slick, and tight
she slides one hand around your hips, lifting you up effortlessly. she suspends you midair, not even giving you time to shriek because she is slamming you back down onto her cock, cracking a grin when your head hangs like a stupid little cum slut. that's all you were good for, a pretty little fuckdoll for her to take control of.
"vi!" you scream, feeling like you were flying. the position she had you in left you no choice but to sink all the way down onto her, and then some more. you weren't sure how she was so deep, but you could feel her in her guts, and the way she was pressing down on your bulging abdomen made you feel all types of things.
"shit!" a moan escaped vi's lips, and she hiked you up further in her arms, sliding her hands under your legs and putting your back to her chest. she nearly folded you like a pretzel, tucking your legs up to your chest as she sped up, increasing the speed of her hips, plowing into you── you were already close to your orgasm, but the change of position and the quick thrusts sent you overboard.
hot, wet liquid spurted out of you in rivulets. it crashed into you like a boulder, overtaking your senses, drenching your thighs and hers in your wetness. it was gross getting all wet and sticky already, adding to your sweat-slick skin, but it felt so good. vi fucked you through it, rubbing your clit furiously, panting in your ear as she rutted into you, and you screamed until your throat went raw because, oh holy fuck, it was too much
the earth came tilting off its axis quite literally as you were dropped face-first onto the dingy mattress, the strap slipping out of you. you whimpered, attempting to lift your head, but vi pinned it back down, straddling the back of your thighs as she slipped back into you, into your pussy
this time you yelped, reaching a hand back to weakly push her away, unable to take any more, but vi was quicker, pinning your hands behind your back as she laughed loud and mocking
"oh, baby," she cooed, pushing four whole fingers in beside the strap. you screamed, going limp.
"i'm not done with you yet, princess. you promised me all night, and that's what I'm going to get."
she spat a thick glob of saliva on your cunt, letting it drop down into your hole to help with the slide.
"be a good little whore and shut up and take it."
you were going to be here all night, but if she keeps fucking you just like that, you'd never want her to stop.
a/n: why do i lowk want to write more of these two?? the dynamic turned out kinda cute lmao
"You sure no one's coming in here?" Abby asked breathlessly as she helped you pull your shirt up over your head and toss it haphazardly aside. You began fumbling clumsily with the button of your pants as Abby's hands flew to her belt, unbuckling it and tugging it off feverishly.
You were both already breathing heavily, stumbling into each other and working to shed your clothes frantically as if you'd die if you waited another moment to touch each other. It had only been two days, but it felt like much longer. Too long.
"I'm sure. It's always empty," you assured her, shoving your jeans down your hips with one hand and pulling her into you with the other, so that both of you fell back against the wall. You were in some kind of storage room that seemed to be forgotten, small and tucked away in a far corner of the Stadium that was never busy. Perfect for your and Abby's... meetings.
Abby grunted a little as she collided with you, her hands immediately roaming hungrily over your bare torso and then dipping straight between your thighs, stroking you over your panties. "Don't know why we couldn't have just gone to my dorm," she muttered, rubbing her fingers over the damp fabric a few more times before shoving her hand under your waistband.
"Because," you panted, releasing a shaky breath as her fingers slipped through your wet folds, her thumb pressing over your clit, "last time we did, Manny almost walked in on you fucking me on your desk. Or did you forget?"
"We're not talking about Manny right now," she grunted, bracing an arm on the wall beside your head and leaning almost flush against you as she worked you. Her gaze was zeroed in on your breasts spilling out of your lacy bra, the sight clearly working her up.
"Right. Sorry." Not the time. You hooked a leg around her waist to allow her better access, your hands anchoring themselves on her thick biceps.
She thrusted two fingers inside you then, and your hips involuntarily arched into her touch, a soft moan falling from your lips. You were so slick with arousal that they slipped in easily, that your pussy made a squelching sound as she fucked you with them, curling them repeatedly into that tender spot as her thumb circled your clit.
"God—so fucking tight," she breathed, more to herself than you. She was looking down at the motion of her hand, at your hips rolling against her, her breathing growing heavier.
Your face had begun to screw up in response to the mounting pleasure, head tilting back against the wall and lips parted as her fingers thrusted into you, stretching you just right. Gradually, she sped up, and when the flaring heat started to become too intense, your grip tightened on her arm.
"Mph—need it, Abby," you moaned. When she continued her ministrations, apparently too caught up in the feel of you around her, you let out a strained groan. "Abs, fuck, please."
With a low sound, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking the taste of you off her before hurriedly undoing her pants. "Turn around," she ordered, and you were quick to comply, turning and placing your hands against the wall.
You heard the sound of her zipper, the shuffling of her pants, and then your panties were violently tugged down, something nudging against your backside. A soft moan of anticipation fell from your lips, but you were both equally desperate, and you didn't have to wait long. The tip of the strap dragged along the slick of your entrance, Abby gripped your hips, positioning you, and then entered you with a firm thrust, filling you all at once.
The rhythmic sounds of her hips snapping against you filled the space, each one hard, unrelenting, pushing you up against the wall. You felt her warm breaths hitting your neck, heard the barely-restrained grunts in between her panting in your ear.
"Mm—mmph, Abby," you moaned out, because you knew hearing her name on your lips like that, all whiney and borderline pornographic, drove her insane—not that she'd ever admitted it. Sure enough, her grip on your hip tightened, and a guttural moan spilled out of her as her thrusts grew faster. You bit your lip against a smirk, reminding yourself in your blissed-out haze to tease her about it later.
"F-Fuck, take it," she huffed in your ear, each little whimper, each sweet sound she fucked out of you spurring her on. "So fuckin' good for me, baby."
It wasn't long before your breaths were stuttering, face scrunched in ecstasy as the heat in your core coiled tighter and tighter. With a muffled cry, you tumbled over the edge almost at the same time as Abby, cheek pressed against the wall and mouth hanging open in undisguised pleasure.
She slumped forward against you for a moment, catching her breath, before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You turned, leaning back against the wall with shaky-feeling legs, watching her silently begin to dress. When she glanced up at you, you raised your brows at her.
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