hi yam! i need to know more about basketball caitlyn please!! is she part of a sorority or fraternity? does she wear a jockstrap to keep her horsecock contained under her basketball shorts? does her team tease her when they catch her ogling you? does she get the most embarrassing, inconvenient boners when she sees you on the sidelines in a little skirt?
bball caitlyn in a frat because during her rebellious freshman year she would rather Die than follow her mother's footsteps. during high-school nobody saw past the KIRAMMAN plastered to the back of her jersey so despite being a legacy and de facto sorority president she decided to become a nasty little fratbro. you know, in the name of subversion.
yes her teammates bully the shit out of her YES if she catches u on the sidelines crossing those killer legs that a teensy tiny skirt she'll suddenly sport the most incredible raging inconvenient boner. schlong a positive weapon on the field i don't make the rules. everytime she fouls someone its basically sexual assault. WHY ur dick out! coach! Coach! take this bitch OFF the field!!!
synopsis ; you and godolkin's finest go out for some fun, just like any other night. little do you know, is that they have a little more in store for you than just partying.
oh. also, you're luke's girlfriend—not like that's going to stop them.
DISTANTLY, you can hear voices. you're not sure, really; your head's all dizzy and groggy, and your mouth is so dry you wonder if you’ve been chewing on cement. god.. you really can’t remember anything. how strong were those drinks?
"we sure about this, guys?" comes a voice, echoing on the outskirts of your mind. it's familiar. masculine.. or feminine? you really can't tell—not in this state, at least.
"of course we're sure." someone else interjects, gruffer, this time, clearly masculine. it sounds a lot like.. andre..?
"i mean, look at her," whispers another, voices so low—like they're trying not to wake you. this one's higher, more feminine and— oh that's definitely cate. "how could we not?"
how could they not what? nothing makes sense—not in your foggy, hungover brain at least; one that you're becoming increasingly suspicious is addled by something stronger than shots. but that can't be right—you hadn't blown lines with the others, had you? no, you definitely hadn't. so why does your head hurt so fucking much?
"guys..?" you mumble, trying to sit up on what you distantly realise is a bed, the edges of your vision still blurry. as it adjusts, you're met with the sight of jordan, andre and cate all standing over you, eyes strangely lidded, gleaming. "shit— she's up," jordan hisses, grip on your thigh tightening, and its then that you realise your skirt is gone—the entire stretch of your legs exposed to the three of them.
"fuck," cate sighs, lips drawing into a pout as you feel her hand, bare hand, hover over your other thigh, head jerking up to face the others with a frown on her lips. "should i do it again?"
"no," jordan and andre hiss in unison, exchanging a meaningful look as their fingers twitch, restless. "c'mon, you know you want her awake for this."
"awake for what?" you grumble, head throbbing far too much for you to wrap your head around the conversation. "i'm too hungover for this." you swing your legs off the edge of the bed, reaching for your discarded skirt before two pairs of her hands shoot out to stop you. your vision swims, and with a disconcerting lurch you realise you're so fucked-up you can't even tell whose is who's.
"you won't need that." jordan mutters, breath hot against your cheek as they curl their hand around your wrist, dragging it firmly into their lap. what the fuck?
"sorry about the skirt," cate hums affirmatively, eyes drifting to the poor, ripped thing on the floor and you swear you see the beginnings of a smirk curl her lips "someone got a little excited."
"hey—" andre puts his hands up, not looking too sorry at all. in fact, he looks like he's barely restraining a grin. "don't act like you two weren't drooling—"
"touché." jordan interjects, eyes rolling yet looking entirely too pleased with themselves as they play with your hand in their lap, inching it up their own thigh. “you look better without it, doll.”
"warm her up, jordan." cate's eyes flash, gaze boring into the sight of you, splayed against the pillows, and you resist the urge to whimper.
"don't tell me what to do," jordan grumbles, but there's a grin stretching at their lips and you almost wonder if cate used her powers with the speed in which they comply. their loose grip on your wrist becomes inordinately tight as they deftly undo their belt, dragging their pants and boxers down in one, swift move.
oh, fuck.
"hold on— i—" you splutter, stupidly, glancing between the three of them and jordan's throbbing, leaking cock. it gently bobs into your hand; head pink, glistening with pre-cum and you just want to—wait, what?
you're dating luke. you're dating luke. a spike of panic sends you twisting, surprisingly lucid for a moment as you attempt tugging your wrists away—to no avail, of course. top ten ranking aside; you don't stand a chance against three supes, especially not the three of them.
"hey— shh." jordan catches you, eyes flashing for a moment as they slowly, ever so slowly, guide your hand back to their cock—grunting when your fingers limply wrap around their tip. "fuck, that's it.." they groan, head tilting back. jesus fucking christ.
you don't even realise it when andre drags your panties down your thighs—and your flush only deepens at how fucking wet you are. that has to be the high, right? there's no way—why else would your cunt be dripping into the goddamn sheets, like that? for three of your friends? boyfriend absent from the room, no less. a feeble, embarrassed whine falls from your lips, as three hungry pairs of eyes have no shame in hiding how much they want to fucking devour you.
"look at you, so fucking wet." ande’s voice comes a deep rumble, belt unbuckling with a click as he inches closer. his hands slide over your thighs as he moves over, all the way, and you make another strained noise as his cock hits your belly.
"i think it's cute." cate hums, eyes glimmering as she leans across the bedspread, hands wrapping around the base of andre's eager, bobbing cock and directing it towards your splayed legs. andre’s basically fucking trembling with restless need, cate’s own breaths shallowing, picking up the pace. "luke ever get you this wet?"
your teeth tuck into your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut because god, luke.. what the hell are you doing here? it feels like betrayal. it is betrayal—they need to stop—this is wrong—
you whine, making a choking noise as jordan’s grasp on your wrist steels enough to snap bone. you want to say; luke—? yes—he fucking has—i think—but you find you barely have the strength to moan, let alone protest.
“nah, i don’t think so.” jordan smirks, smug, as if they know exactly what’s going through your head as their hand guides yours; forcibly pumping your hand along their length. their frustrated growls of pleasure are enough to make you blush—let alone the feeling of andre’s hands roughly shoving your legs apart, spreading your folds open with two of his fingers. you whine, quivering, glazed pupils meeting his.
"fuck, luke's gonna kill us—" andre grunts once he finally rams into you, audibly groaning as you slam into the blankets with each thrust, inciting the most strangled little cries from your throat. it’s so much—you can’t help but thrash a little, under his touch. cate lets out a displeased hum, though at his words or his roughness you can't tell.
"what luke won't know won't hurt him." jordan counters from the other side of you, lips twisting into a grin as they bite into your shoulder, still moving your hands in thrusts along their length.
they keep shifting—each time you're distracted by cate or andre the feeling of their cock twitching under your hands changes to fingers sinking into sloppy, wet heat. it's ridiculous how hot it makes you, just jacking them off—but it’s not like you have any room to comment with andre thrusting into you like an animal, snarls coming out of his mouth as each movement sends you reeling with white-hot, carnal pleasure.
"move, you brute." cate interrupts, voice cutting through the blinding, purely instinctual pleasure of andre pumping you full like a rutting dog. her eyes glitter with an annoyance that give way to barely-restrained lust, and in your sex-drugs-cate induced haze (you're still not quite sure which it is, yet), you faintly register the plastic in her hand; long, thick, pink and fuck— is that a strap?
"not yet, cate, i'm almost done—" andre cuts himself with a guttural, bestial moan as his cock rams into you, again. you can feel it twitching inside of you; hear his breaths growing shallower as he grips your hips, so tight they might bruise. "oh, fuck—!" he groans loudly as he comes, thick, hot seed filling you up, hips still thrusting as he crams as much of his load into you as he possibly can. it takes a beat before he reluctantly pulls out, chest heaving.
"fuck, you felt so good," he groans, hands clumsily tugging you forward for a kiss before he's promptly pushed off before your lips can touch. "about fucking time." cate grunts, voice sharp, weight of andre on top of you replaced by two long, toned legs swinging on either side of your body, cate's hands running over that fucking strap at her hips. her lips curl into a smirk as your eyes—still glassy from andre's force—blink blearily up at her. you’re still so dazed, so adorable. she leans down to cup your chin. "you're such a pretty little thing," she murmurs, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, gaze darkening as she begins to prise your mouth open, gleam in her eyes giving away to sheer, unadulterated lust.
"open wide." she whispers, and that's the only pre-empt you get before you're choking on silicone, her hips bucking forward as she shoves herself into your mouth. her hands tighten in your hair, jerking you forward so that the entire length forces itself down your throat. tears spring to your eyes. you feel jordon's hands getting rougher as they use you to fuck themselves, teeth digging into your skin to muffle their own whines while your own, keening “mmfs—!” peter out to soft, quiet whimpers.
"you're so good for us," jordan moans, burying your fingers hilt-deep into their cunt, walls pulsing desperately around you. "so fucking good," cate assents with a breathy, pleasured groan of her own, back snapping as if it were her own cock that you’re gagging around. from behind her, andre’s hands are wrapped around himself, moving furiously as he arches over the bed. “you have no idea how long we’ve wanted this.” he hisses, one hand madly jerking himself off to the sight of cate fucking your face like she owns you, the other tangling in your hair. cate audibly moans, bucking into you further with a sharp inhale. "wish i could come in you for real." she mumbles, fingers running along your jaw as you splutter around plastic. she smiles, tilts her head up to look at jordon as they mutter something unintelligible, her thrusts increasing in pace, fucking your throat so raw, so good. "jordan's got something special to give you." she murmurs, voice honey sweet, hand dancing up your cheek.
you can hardly gargle a response through the strap in your mouth—but you don't have to. not when, with a resounding moan, all questions are answered with jordan promptly shooting their load all over your face, thick, hot strings of cum leaking around the edges of the strap and seeping into your mouth. they both groan, jordan slumping into your side with soft, intermittent pants.
"god.." they mutter into the crook of your neck, cate's thrusts slowing as she starts to loosen her grip on your hair; though not stopping, never stopping. "you're ours." jordan grunts, gripping your thigh with sudden, overwhelming intensity while cate continues jerking the strap down your throat, smile tugging at her lips. “ours." she echoes, voice soft—almost gentle if you didn’t know any better. she leans down, hand stretching out; smearing jordan's cum across your cheek in one, long, clean swipe. "fucking ours."
yam if you like birds in any capacity can you get online and vote in new zealand bird of the year and vote fairy tern for number 1 cause the tara iti is my ride or die they're very endangered and they Must Win and you seem like someone who Enjoys Birds
did you guys know that despite Rio being a box office smash hit the spix macaw (blu and Jewell) went extinct in 2022 anyways
vote fairy tern for bird of the year for Cate Dunlap dubcon
can't even write cate dunlap hardcore sex anymore. she is just a sad wet cat born in a soggy cardboard box on the side of judecca (The innermost circle of Hell)
marie has me sooo ughh this season everytime i see her in combat it's like the most beautiful thing i've ever fucking laid eyes upon. i really like how they explicated her powers as self-harm and how we finally got some form of resolution on her family and annabeth. ep3 eyes glassy like that's right baby! its not your fault! i've also grown unexpectedly fond of emma this season. writers are clearly leaning heavy into mariejordan and it's lovely the teenagery drama in the question of "i love you." it's sweet. also can't wait for jordan to get a bigger role than Bitch the next few episodes.
cate
cate is constantly trying to redeem herself. since season one even. she is the one to decide to break their memories free first. she is the one to kill shetty (despite! being the only love she's ever known! despite being the exception!) because she wants to save everyone! despite it all she wants to save her friends. she breaks them out of godolkin because she wants to save them despite them loathing her (for good reason). she begins and ends trapped in other people's machinations from shetty to vought and it's completely ruined her. and when she tries to fix things it's too little too late.
when cipher (who is clearly thomas godolkin like jsjsjwjdn) says "your worth starts and ends with your powers." like ughh how it's been proved time and time again that her value on this earth (whether it's a tool to use or worse than nothing). everything in her life. the hatred and fear from her parents! the love from indira! the love of her friends, before she let them know she fucked with their heads. and after, the hatred and fear from her friends! so deep that they left her for dead.
she has been so used and abused. over and over again. but she has used and abused! over and over again. love her. i think the writing is doing really well with her thus far.
i do have one wish which is that they made the beanie a little tighter on her head❤️
“just one more time and i promise i’m done.” as if the last time she said that she wasn't whining and whining as her hips jerked into your sprawled, spent form. pumping you fullfull full with wanton abandon, like the condom wrapper wasn’t scrunched untouched by your bedside and your belly wasn’t distended from the shape of her kids swimming up in you. anyone else, you'd call an absolute asshole. but this is caitlyn — and you can only muster up a lackluster inconsiderate. surely the kiramman house heir didn't know. was too overcome to realise. caitlyn certainly runs with the narrative. though, she should thank her lucky stars that the first pregnancy test came back negative. and if you chase her off, give her the cold shoulder? she'll act all miffed and harass you with bouquets at your doorstep and handwritten declarations and imported wine laced with guilt-trip until you cave under her fat, flushed cockhead again.
she just missed your tight little cunt soo bad. no other girls are the same! she can’t stick her dick in anything else! no pussy takes her loads nearly as well. doesn't hold them as prettily, cream oozing out gasping folds as you glaze the girth of her dick. and she’s tried, believe her. not even the best in the brothel hold a candle. it can only be you. don't look at her like that! oh, c'mon, darling. she promises she'll aim for your mouth, this time! (though, the rest? you daresay you won't need to hold your breath, any longer).
What makes your portrayal of Caitlyn especially sexy is the way you capture her poise and elegance, while contrasting it with a morally gray, dubious and perverted side that no one in Piltover would expect her to have (but we, as the readers, all know how dirty and degrading she really is) and something about that is so delicious, I’m obsessed. Especially combined with her lewd, fat girlcock nghhh
her duality. but no yes its just my personal belief that the years of etiquette training and self-restraint and likely ingrained puritan values would make all that suppressed filth a zillion times stronger when it bubbles up to the surface.
a month of pent-up prettygirl posturing shoots out of her system with every load she blows into your cunt. only 275 to go!
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