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[anieswrld]

𝝑𝑒 giving blue collar!wife!ellie a bath

no cw btw, just good ol' domestic vibes

The sound of the stovetop sizzles softly as you stir the pan, the smell of garlic and onions blooming in the kitchen. The house is warm—summer dusk filtering in through open windows, cicadas humming in the background, and you… you’re in a new sundress you picked just for her.

It’s nothing fancy. A soft yellow cotton thing with delicate white flowers, fitted at the waist and falling just above the knees. You'd been waiting for a night like this—quiet, slow—and for Ellie to see it.

You’re plating up the roasted vegetables when the front door opens with a heavy creak. Boots hit the floor a second later, then—

“Hey, babe…” comes her voice. Low, scratchy from the day. She sounds like she's already halfway into a nap.

Before you can respond, a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against a chest that smells like sawdust, sweat, and the sun. Her shirt is damp in places. There's oil on her hands. And now, smudged against your hip, on your brand-new dress.

You stiffen, glancing down at the smear of grease darkening the fabric.

“Ellie,” you groan. “The dress. This is new—”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your neck, already half-limp with exhaustion, head buried into your shoulder like she might fall asleep standing. “You smell good. Missed you all day.”

And just like that, the irritation dissolves. Because when you glance back at her, she’s barely holding herself upright. Her eyes are half-lidded, lashes damp with sweat. There’s a streak of dirt on her cheek and the faintest bruise peeking out from under her sleeve.

You sigh softly, letting your body relax in her hold.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re pathetic,” you murmur, brushing your fingers gently through her hair.

Ellie chuckles—more of a grunt, really—then leans her full weight into you. “You’re lucky I didn’t die under the sun today. Felt like I was workin’ in hell.”

“You smell like it, too.”

“Mmm.”

You let her cling to you for another minute before turning in her arms and pressing a kiss to her grimy cheek. “Go sit on the edge of the tub. I’m running you a bath.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but you cut her off with a firm look and a finger pressed to her lips. “Don’t argue with me, Ellie. You look like ten miles of bad road.”

“And you look…” she finally registers the dress, blinking at you in awe. “Shit. You look—real pretty. Did you wear that for me?”

You nod, cheeks warming. “Was hoping you’d notice before you got motor oil all over it.”

Ellie lets out a sheepish laugh, and you nudge her toward the bathroom.

The tub’s about halfway full when you peek your head in again. Ellie’s already sitting inside, one leg bent, her arm slung over the edge, hair loosely tied back with one of your scrunchies—bright pink against all that grime and muscle. You try not to laugh.

“You look ridiculous,” you say fondly, kneeling beside the tub with a rag and her favorite shampoo in hand.

“You gave me this hair tie,” she points out with a lopsided grin.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

You dip the rag in the water and wring it out over her shoulders. She lets out a sigh that rattles in her chest and sinks a little deeper into the water.

“That good?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Mhm,” she hums, eyes closed. “Keep going.”

You work in slow circles, rubbing the cloth along her arms and collarbone, catching little flecks of dirt left over from the day. She keeps her head tilted slightly toward you, every now and then glancing at you like she’s trying to memorize the way you look in this moment—barefoot, hair pulled up, sleeves rolled, tending to her like it’s second nature.

You dip the rag again, and this time she opens her eyes when you reach for her face.

“Can I?”

She nods, already leaning forward a bit. You hold her chin with your hand and gently wipe the smudges off her cheeks and forehead. The way she looks at you—half-sleepy, half-in-love—makes your stomach flutter.

There’s a moment of stillness, your fingers lingering near the corner of her jaw. You lean in and press the smallest kiss to her lips—barely there, more instinct than intention.

When you pull back, she just smiles, eyes crinkling.

“You missed a spot,” she says, nodding toward her chin.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too, dipping the cloth again and dabbing the spot she pointed to. “Drama queen.”

Ellie shrugs. “Not my fault my wife’s hot and bossy.”

“Not my fault my wife smells like axle grease and sawdust.”

She lets out a soft laugh and closes her eyes again, melting back into the water as you continue washing the day off her, slow and careful. No grand gestures. Just warmth, and steam, and the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud.

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cowboy!ellie mmpphhhh yah please.

“you like ridin’ me, baby?” you could barely respond, her strap was hitting in the perfect spot. over, and over again. all you could do was whimper and soak in every bit of pleasure you were getting.

she laughs at your lack of response, a breathy eased more wetness out from your hole, and onto her. “so fuckin’ good. fuckin’ ridin’ me like your life depends on it.”

she groans and tilts her head back against the headboard, your hands meet her naked chest and you bring your lips to her neck urgently, leaving dark marks that clashed against her pale, freckled skin.

“mhm - yes! fuck, love it so much.” you moan into her, your climax reaching you quickly, ellies hands then move to grip on your ass, it jiggles in her hands. a sensation she could never quite get over. “such a good girl, fuckin’ love you baby.”

you could tell she was as close as you were when her grip on you became firm, lifting you up and down in sloppy, quick motions. then just when you thought she couldnt get any hotter, she lifts her hat off of her head and places it on yours. “oh! ohoh im cumming! ellie, fuck!”

her movements speed up, her strap thrusting into your sopping hole with ease. your orgasm hit fast, milky fluid leaking out onto ellies strap. ellie came shortly after, moving her hands up and down frok your ass to your back. she laughs under her breath,

“my lil cowgirl, huh?”

[anieswrld]

imagining Boss!Ellie getting a call in the middle of fucking her secretary! (you)

warnings ⟢ Dom!Ellie (she’s mean, surprise!), strap usage (r!receiving), degrading + praise, pussy slapping (r!receiving), exhibitionalism, swearing, power dynamics, ect.

wc ⟢ 1.8k

Your boss, Ellie, was a very attractive woman. She wore suits in a way that made men look unnatural, and ran the office like some sort of siren. Well, in actuality—she caught your heart like a siren. To say you were head over heels was an understatement. More so since she was your boss, wasn’t that just so utterly shameful?

No, you didn’t have any shame. Not anymore.

You left your shame on the polished wood of her desk the first time she fucked you on it, the floor of the break room, the bathroom—shame was scattered all over the damn office. But there was no shame in you. If there was, it probably would’ve been fucked out of you by now.

The hookups were sneaky, that’s what made it so addicting. The way she’d ask you to stay late for ‘extra help’ or the way she’d push you into the break room half an hour before break time and lock the door behind her.

Nobody in that office knew a thing. Ellie was such a distant, professional woman—she was the last person they’d expect to fuck her secretary. And you were such a polite, easygoing woman. You were professional in your own way, so helpful and so smart.

Today was no different, you were laid back on the ridiculously comfortable sofa in her office. It was the kind of luxury you didn’t feel you deserved to be on. Especially since you were making a mess of the thing.

Ellie was on top of you, black strap absolutely ruining you. She must’ve had a lot of frustration built up, because you could definitely feel it. You were trying to hold back moans, but it was impossible when she was pounding into you so aggressively. Deep, rough, fast strokes. She worked your poor pussy harder than you were anticipating.

“Fuck, you always take me so well.” she rasped, angling her hips in a way that nearly made you scream. She laughed softly, though it was half groan. “Yeah? Like that, baby?”

You couldn’t even respond, you were reduced to weak babbles and breathless moans as she fucked you like an animal. You just took it like always, swallowing the silicone deeper into your aching cunt. And you couldn’t get enough, not when it felt like her strap belonged inside of you. It felt so right being stretched by her, you were so easy for her—but who wouldn’t be?

When you gave no response, Ellie landed a harsh slap on your pussy. You choked out a pathetic cry, back arching off the sofa at such an unexpected, harsh feeling of impact on your puffy clit. It was throbbing, more so arousal than pain. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as the constant pulsing your sopping hole went through whenever she was around. It was fucking dripping.

“I asked you a question, so answer it. Does dick make you that stupid? I can’t have a dumb secretary, baby.” she slapped your cunt again, watching the way your eyes swelled with tears even though it was a softer slap. “I’m your boss. Be a good girl and listen, okay?”

You were crying at this point, moaning like a bitch and being fucked like a slut. Your mind was clouded, all you could think about was the silicone ruining your pussy in the best way. You nodded through your tears. “Y-yes! God, yes! F-feels so good, ma’am!” you whined, eyes fighting to not roll back. You knew how much she loved your eyes, she often told you that.

Ellie looked so hot above you. Her suit jacket on the floor and her tie joining it. Neither of you ever got completely naked, just in case somebody knocked. Your panties were on the floor, skirt hiked up to your waist so she could have a view of your pussy and your thighs.

“Such a filthy girl, letting your boss fuck you like this? Aren’t you ashamed?” she questioned, but she was just as guilty as you—if not more. She drank up your moans, they were so satisfying to hear because they were all for her. For her ears only. “Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart. Just keep coming to my office and having one button of your shirt undone to seduce me. So, so clever.”

In the middle of your cry, mid thrust—Ellie’s phone rang. You both gasped, eyes widening at the same time. She looked over at the caller ID, fuck. It had to have been someone important, because she picked up her phone and smirked at you.

“Baby, can you be quiet for me? Just gotta take this call, but I won’t neglect you.” she explained, not even waiting for your response before accepting the call and placing her phone up to her ear.

You gasped, immediately trying to choke back your moans. There’s no way, how the hell were you supposed to stay silent in these conditions? She didn’t slow down, not even for a moment. You clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she continued to fuck the daylights out of you. Your cunt was pulsing almost painfully, squeezing her so tightly you were surprised she could still keep her pace.

“Oh hey, Jesse. Did you transfer those files over to me?” she asked, her voice a bit breathless. She was grinning down at you, looking at you expectantly. She thrusted particularly harsh, making you squeal a bit and your eyes shoot open. They were blown wide, looking at her with both panic and arousal. She couldn’t hide the wet sounds of your pussy sucking in her strap, which she almost laughed at. “Ignore the sounds in the back, my secretary gave me a super wet fruit.”

A super wet fruit? God, this woman was shameless.

Ellie hummed along to the male voice on the other line, “You’re a life saver, seriously. Thanks for doing that on your day off.” she said, narrowing her eyes at you when she heard your gasps and squeals. She shooed your hand away from your mouth, placing her own over it instead and pressing down.

You were panicking, unable to hold back moans anymore. She was pounding into you at a brutal pace, you didn’t understand how she wasn’t panting and huffing on the phone. You cried out loudly into her palm, but luckily it was pretty muffled.

This was such a nerve wracking, disgusting situation. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off on it. The risk, the tension—that was what you had always been addicted to.

Ellie scoffed at the sight, but fuck, it was so hot. She could feel your tears soaking her hand, your breath in her palm. “What am I doing? I’m at the office today.” she explained, looking at you with almost false sympathy as you tried to behave for her. You both got off on the power aspect. Ellie was having a power trip—which made your cunt pulse and cry.

“Yeah, just doing some extra work. It wont fill itself.” Ellie explained, pushing down harder on your lips when she heard you whine uncontrollably. “I know, right? Needy fuckin’ work. No matter how much I do it, it just keeps coming back”

Does she think she’s being sneaky? Cheeky asshole.

You shook your head feverishly, feeling a tightening in your stomach. Fuck, couldn’t your body wait? You squeezed Ellie’s bicep to try and warn her, she slowed down so she could drag this out a little longer. God, she was such a bitch. You loved it.

“Well, I got shit to do. Thanks again for doing that favor for me.” she hummed, starting to fuck you roughly again. She hung up the phone and put it to the side, removing her palm from your lips so both hands could be grabbing your thighs to yanking you closer. She laughed at you, low and raspy as she continued listening to the way you whimpered so loudly now that there was no barrier. She had an almost sadistic smile on her face, it was so humiliating but so sexy.

Your eyes were officially glued to the back of your head, perhaps searching for a coherent thought. “Boss! F-fuck!” you cried, your moans finally being set free. You could feel your stomach tighten again, you were so, so close.

Ellie looked down at your pussy, it was fucking dripping—just how she liked it. “Yeah? Did you get off on that?” she questioned, loving the way you sucked her in and begged for more. She couldn’t get enough of you, the way you took it and kept coming back made her want to satisfy that aching neediness inside you. “I guess so, you’re soaking my damn sofa.”

You nodded feverishly, weak cries leaving you. You felt a tingling all over your body, as if your body was bracing itself for the intense orgasm you were about to have. But you knew better than to leave her questions unanswered.” “Y-yes ma’am! I really loved it!”

Ellie continued fucking you, the black silicone molding you perfectly around her. “You’re such a whore. Ah, ah!—that’s what you fucking sound like.” she mocked, arms hooking under your thighs. “I can’t afford to have such a bad secretary, promise you’ll be a good girl and stay quiet next time? Wouldn’t want us to get caught.”

Next time? Was she kidding?

You nodded again, her words pushing you over the edge. You cried out, back arching impossibly as you choked out moans and promises. “I promise, Ellie! I’ll be so good!” you managed between moans and gasps. You soaked the silicone still fucking in and out of you, the type of mess she wished she could taste on her tongue.

Ellie tutted and shook her head, helping you ride it out but slapping your pussy once again. You were so overstimulated, you whined and squirmed, eyes widened and jaw slack. “Ellie? I’m your boss, sweetheart. Try again.”

You gasped and looked at her, pupils dilated. You couldn’t stay quiet, the overstimulation was too much to handle. “Ma’am! I promise..ugh! I promise to be good, m-ma’am!” you said between cries, but you felt relief when she finally stopped thrusting.

“That’s a good girl, you’re always so good for me. No wonder you get such special treatment.” Ellie praised as she pulled out. The strap was covered with slick, a delicious ring around the base. She laughed, looking down at your fucked out face. She glanced at the clock quickly, she had a meeting in an hour. She hated work for this reason, she wanted to bend you over her desk so badly.

Ellie’s eyes snapped back down to you, hand coming down to your cheek so you’d look at her. Those sweet eyes made her groan, they were so pretty when they weren’t rolled back or squeezed shut.

“Do you want more, baby? I know you do, you’re a needy girl. You can ride me this time—we have a little under an hour.”

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[anieswrld]

୨୧ cw. overstim, oral sex

⋆˙⟡ pussy drunk! ellie

it’s hot. scorching. your body feels like it’s on fire, tingles spreading down your legs and up your arms. she’s wrung yet another orgasm out of you, probably your fourth one by now, but she’s not done. haven’t had enough.

you look down for a moment—your eyes finding ellie’s. her lips are latched onto your cunt, warm and wet, milking every last drop you’ve poured out for her. her hands are gripping at your hips tightly. you grind down on her mouth, once, twice, fucking yourself on her slowly. the over sensitivity makes you shudder, shaky gasps as ellie continues licking at you. her lips are covered in your slick, chin messy and sticky. her nose is covered in your arousal too, and ellie can feel herself going insane from your scent. it’s purely you, nothing else, just you. you can faintly see the glossiness in her eyes, the pink blush spread across her cheeks. if you pay attention, you can feel her slightly thrust up against the air, her own arousal coating her inner thighs. she wants to be consumed by you. wants to smell you, taste you, feel you come all over her face and mark her. her brain is going hazy at your sweet pussy almost suffocating her.

and when you still for a moment, catching your breath, her fingers are digging into your skin immediately. she drags you up and down on her mouth like she’ll die without it. the pace is sloppy, too fast, and you’re whimpering when your clit bumps against her nose over and over again. she’s gasping against your pussy, “no, babe, c’mon keep going, please.” ellie’s throat tightening, she can’t breathe properly—but you’re addicting. the wet slide of your folds against her face is better than anything she’s ever had, and she finds herself moaning into your cunt when something drips down her neck, probably a mix of her spit and your slick. the feeling spurs her on, a loud whimper of her name when she slides the tip of her tongue into your heat.

“ah, ellie, too much..” you’re moaning uncontrollably, hands finding ellie’s hair. she’s shaking her head under you, moving you against her like you weighed nothing. “you taste so good, just give me one more, i know you can.”

when ellie was like this, which was often, it was hard to stop her. she was completely obsessed with you, your pussy. she loved making you writhe above her, feeling you shake against her lips when you came. she pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your body until you’re limp, your hair sticking to your forehead and that pretty breathy moan of her name when you’ve been fucked dry. and of course, as usual, today was one of those nights.

you’re on the verge of tears, grip tightening impossibly on her hair. she slaps you gently on your ass, “keep movin’, don’t stop babe,” she slowly releases her hold on your body, smiling against your messy cunt when you fuck yourself on her again. “i wanna feel you make a mess again, give it to me, please.”

the desperation in her voice is what makes you finish, your orgasm almost painful, too sensitive, your legs twitching violently and your pussy clenching when ellie continues to lick you through it. your ears are ringing, vision going blurry as you rock yourself shakily against her face—no aim, no momentum, just loud whimpers of your girlfriend’s name and your overused cunt brushing against her face. you can vaguely hear the pornographic slurps below you, she’s cleaning you up, her favorite part of eating you out. the way you taste is so sweet, something that could never be replaced. it drives ellie crazy.

so you’re not surprised when ellie only gives you a few minutes to recover, not even a little bit shocked when ellie hasn’t moved you off of her yet, kissing you like she always did after she was done with you. her calloused hands find your hips again like routine, gently shifting you up and down her dirty mouth again.

“one more?”

[anieswrld]

ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ abby + size kink

thinking about abby who doesn’t even realize she has a size kink at first. it’s just a fact—she’s stronger than you. of course she is. she lifts more than most people in the gym, her arms and thighs are built like a sculpture. and she’s got shoulders wide enough to carry the weight of the world.

cw: size kink, abby using her strength, dom!abby (she's a bit meaaan), fingering (reader!receiving), abby fucks rough, strap referred as cock twice. there's aftercare ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ this is lowkey the first time i've wrote something this filthy LOL

but abby doesn’t really feel it until she’s around you. until she watches you struggle to pull your nightstand across the room and she steps in with one hand like it’s nothing. until she lifts you onto the counter as you kiss and realizes how easy it is.

until you grab her hand with both of yours one night—half playing, half testing her—telling her you’re going to hold her down.

“this is all your force?” she asks, cocking a brow, amused.

you nod, proud. “mmhm.”

and abby just smirks—because your fingers are laced through hers, tugging with all your might, and she’s not even faced by it. so, she shifts—grabbing both of your wrists in one of her hands, pressing them down. her grip is firm—gentle, but immovable—not even using her full force.

“try to move,” she murmurs, low and playful.

you do. you twist your arms, squirm a little, bite your lip as you try to pull away—and nothing. her hand doesn’t budge, not even a twitch. and that’s the moment it hits her—square in the gut, hot and dizzy. you’re looking up at her, wide-eyed, panting a little, cheeks warm, mouth parted—like you like it. like you enjoy being pinned, held down, completely at her mercy.

and abby? she’s gone already. her pupils blow wide, a flush rising up her neck, and suddenly she’s aching to see how much further she can take it. she wants to manhandle you. wants to press her palm to your stomach and watch you melt. want to fold you—legs pushed back, wrists pinned above your head, your voice going airy and whiny.

“baby,” she whispers, voice rough. “you’re so weak.”

you whimper, hips lifting instinctively—like you need her to show you just how much stronger she is. “i love how strong you are.”

abby’s addicted to the way your breath catches when she picks you up like it’s nothing. to how you clench when she presses her hand around your throat. to the way you smile when she uses her force.

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it starts with you in her lap as she sits on the couch—you’re straddling her thigh, blushed and already shaking, your small fingers curled around her thick forearm. 

“thought you said you could handle a little force,” she says, voice low against your throat. 

you nod, fast. “i can.”

abby hums—skeptical. her hands slide to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin. she flexes her thigh once, grinning when your breath hitches. “we’ll see, baby.”

then, she moves—rocking your hips against her leg, back and forth, steady.

“does that feel good?” abby asks, like she doesn’t know already—as if she can’t feel the way you pussy’s dragging slick against her thigh.

you nod, eyes fluttering. “feels—so fucking good, abby.”

she grins, before shifting her weight—her hands going under your thighs, and lifting you up, walking until your back hits the wall with a soft thud. 

“wrap your legs,” she orders, and you do—breath shaky as you cling to her shoulders.

abby holds you there, pressed against the wall like a doll. your cunt pressed against her lap, your head tipping back as she kisses down your throat. she grinds into you—controlled and deliberate—watching every reaction.

“still good?” abby asks, even though your nails are digging into her shoulders and you can barely control your whines.

“mmhm—yes,” you moan. “fuck, yes.”

abby wants more. she ends up laying you out on the bed like a prize, knees wide, firm hands, mouth pressing kisses down your chest before pinning both your wrist above your head with one hand and sliding her other between your legs.

“so fucking pretty,” she smiles.

she doesn’t tease—letting a finger, thick and perfect, sink inside you so deep you gasp. she curls it exactly how you love, and your legs twitch.

“such a mess already,” abby murmurs. “you gonna take more?”

you nod—desperate. she adds a second finger—allowing you to hook your leg over her shoulder, grinding into you with her palm and fingers inside you until you’re shaking, crying out her name like a prayer. and still, she doesn’t stop.

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you’re already fucked out when she straps it on—legs trembling, lips glossy from begging, pussy leaking down your thighs. 

abby stands at the edge of the bed, arms flexed, watching you try to catch your breath—head tilted like she’s deciding how rough to be. but it’s too late—because when she slides the strap through her fingers, the look in her eyes turns feral.

“my baby,” she mutters. “already too fucked out—are you sure you can handle it?”

“i do—i do,” you whine, wrecked. 

she grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. abby lines the strap up to your soaking cunt. it’s big—bigger than what you’re used to—and she knows it all too well. knows you’ll stretch for her, and take it anyway.

“then shut up, and take it—” she says.

abby thrusts herself in—no warning, no teasing grind. the sound of slick skin and a gasped-out cry from you fills the room as she buries herself inside you.

“abs—abby, fuck—” you whimper, hands scrambling for something to hold.

“what?” she asks—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to your stomach, leaning over you. “too much already?”

her strap is so deep inside you, you can barely think. “no—no—it feels so—fucking good.”

abby smiles, mean and proud. “thought so.”

she doesn’t fuck you gently or slow. she fucks you hard, deep, rough—her hips snapping into yours, every thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. her grip’s tights on your wrist, holding you while your body moves beneath her, tits bouncing, thighs shaking, moans spilling out your lips.

“you hear that, baby?” she pants, looking down at the slick mess between your legs. “hear how wet you are? fucking soaking me—like you need my cock.”

“i—i do, please abby—don’t stop,” you babble. “please, abs—need you.”

she lets go of your wrists—instead opting to grab the back of your knees, pushing your legs up and folds you in half, pushing her strap deeper and deeper, until you’re whining and crying about how deep she is.

“look at you,” she whispers. “so fucking pretty. so fucking weak. can’t even move if you wanted to.”

you moan at her voice. her abs flexing with every thrust, sweat dripping from her brow as she chases her rhythm—the strap is thick and slick as it pistons into you, harder each time, like she wants to see you break.

without a warning, you cum—shaking, gasping her name, pussy fluttering around the strap. abby doesn’t stop—she fucks you through it.

“again,” she says, breathless. “you’ve got another in you. come on.”

you’re shaky, overstimulated, and abby’s not done with you—not even close. she wants you on top, wants to watch you atop her, taking it—to fuck yourself on her strap. 

she grabs you, sitting you on her lap easily. “not even strong enough to ride me?” she says, low and mocking.

you’re straddling her lap, thighs shaking, strap pressed right against your pussy—but you can’t lower yourself down without trembling. you want to, need to, but your body’s all spent. abby’s got one hand on your waist, steadying you, and the other is gripping your jaw—thumb pressing into your cheek until your lips part with a soft gasp.

“gonna take it?” she asks, smiling.

you nod, whining, trying to sink down, but your legs tremble again—useless. “i can’t—abby—please, do it—”

abby tsks, shaking her head like you’ve disappointed her. “guess i’ll do everything, huh?” her hand tightens on your jaw, tilting your head down so your closed eyes lock with hers. “look at me.”

when you open your eyes, she slams you down on her strap. “fuck—abigail—”

your mouth opens in a silent moan as the straps fills you deep, deeper than you can ever get on your own. abby’s grip on your waist is harsh enough to bruise as she holds you there, buried to the hilt, not letting you move—not up, not away, not even an inch of mercy.

“there you go,” she breathes. “fuckin’ stay there.”

you’re whining, squirming in her lap, trying to lift up and take control, but she doesn’t let you. she moves you—hands taking over, dragging you up her cock an inch at a time, then slamming you back down again, using your body like it’s hers so easily. 

“you’re such a mess,” she grits. “you’re so easy to toss and move around—good thing i’m so strong, right?”

you nod, looking down at her. “fuck abby—i love you—i love it.”

“i love you too, pretty,” she says.

you’re biting your lip, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes every time she relentlessly moves you.

her thumb presses into your bottom lip. “open,” she commands.

you do, and she slides her thumb in—enough to give you something to bite on while she keeps fucking you down on her strap, punishing and slow. you can’t help but notice how weak you’re against her strength—like she’s using the smallest bit of her force against you and you’re still so useless. 

“that’s it,” she whispers. “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

when you cum again—back arching, hips stuttering—she doesn’t stop again. not until you’re limp in her hands, clinging to her. abby flips you over—chest pressed to the mattress, body hitching as her body slides against yours, warm and heavy. her hands grip your hips, holding you still as she leans in close, breath hot against your ear.

“so weak,” she murmurs, like it’s the sweetest compliment. “that’s why i’m here, to treat you good—make you mine.”

you whimper, cheeks burning as her front presses flush to your back. “i’m yours, abs.”

“i love you, okay?” abby says, fingers tracing slow circles on your skin. her hips already moving, slowly—you’re trembling again, helpless and she knows it. “you look so pretty like this.”

her hands slide down your sides, gripping tight at the swell of your ass, fingers digging in as she fucks you from behind. you’re breathless, broken, caught between aching pleasure and that dumb, delicious haze of being hers.

“that’s my girl,” she smiles, lips brushing your temple. 

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the room’s quiet now, just the soft sound of your breath slowing. your skin is still sticky with sweat, sheets tangled beneath you—as you hear her move around the room, probably removing the strap and cleaning herself up.  

“baby,” she whispers—her hand now softly pressing against your back, lips brushing against your shoulder, as she shifts to pull you into her chest.

abby wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her hand racing under your cheek.

“was—was i too rough?” she asks, the tenderness in her tone was evident. “sorry, pretty—i got carried away.”

you lift your head enough to look at her, all fucked-out and blushing. “abigail—” your voice was raspy. “that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done—fuck, you need to do that again.”

she huffs a laugh, relieved and flustered. “yeah?” she murmurs, brushing your hair back.

“mmhm,” you nod, nose nuzzling into her throat. “i love when you’re mean. strong. so fucking hot.”

abby groans. “don’t say shit like that when i’m trying to behave.”

you giggle, pressing a kiss to her neck. “too late.”

she’s all soft now—feather-light touches, gentle kisses. “gonna clean you up, baby,” she whispers. “then i’ll get you water, yeah? maybe something sweet?”

you nod, already letting her take care of you. “thank you, abby.”

because when abby fucks you like you’re nothing, she always brings you back like you’re everything.

she scoops you up like you’re weightless—big hands under your thighs, chest to chest, your body soft in her arms. you let out a sigh as your cheek presses to her shoulder.

“still with me?” she teases. 

“barely,” you giggle.

abby laughs, nose brushing your temple as she carries you straight to the bathroom. she sets you on the edge of the sink for a second, adjusting the water—hot, not too hot, just like you like it—before she’s back, helping you stand, her hands firm and gentle all at once. the water hits your skin and you melt against her again, her arms wrapping around you under the stream like she can’t not touch you.

she takes her time washing you—her fingers sliding over your skin with a kind of reverence that makes your chest ache. no teasing now, no cocky smirks. just abby loving you with every fiber of her being.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, kissing your neck as she works the soap into your skin. “so perfect, baby.”

you don’t even have words—just soft sighs, little gasps when her fingertips graze sore spots, and a tiny whimper when she kisses your shoulder like she’s sorry.

“gonna take care of you,” she says again, more to herself than you.

after the shower, she towels you off gently, pressing kisses to your knuckles and your knees and the curve of your waist—worshipping every inch of you.

then she digs through her dresser, grabs a soft old t-shirt—one of the worn-in ones that smells like her—and slips it over your head. it hangs loose on you, sleeves swallowing your arms, the hem brushing your thighs.

you flop onto the bed in her shirt, warm and clean, and abby just climbs in behind you, wraps herself around you like a blanket.

“you okay?” she asks softly.

you smile, barely awake. “better than okay.”

[anieswrld]

PUSSY DRUNK ELLIEEEEEE

warnings: pussy drunk ellie (obviously), kinda subtop ellie, ellie almost cries at the idea of having to stop eating you out (so real), dacryphillia if you squint, overstimulation, slight womanhandling

“ellie, i can't–” you sobbed out, trying to push her head away from between your thighs. she'd been going at it for a while now, poor baby's jaw was probably hurting, and you were so overstimulated it was hurting.

your girlfriend just ignored your cries, batting your hands away. she whimpered against you, basically making out sloppily with your cunt.

ellie couldn't think about anything but how you taste. she didn't want to think about anything else, she didn't really want to think at all.

your fingers curled in her hair, but it wasn't clear if you were trying to push her away, or pull her closer. your pussy was starting to go numb, and your brain felt even mushier than it did a few moments ago, “ellie…” you whined, tossed your head back onto the pillow as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

the auburn haired girl's eyes were glassy, lapping at your heat like it was the last meal she'd ever get. she wrapped her hands around your thighs, to keep you spread open for her, shaking her head from side to side between your legs.

your thighs were starting to shake, a deep moan tore from your throat as you felt what you hoped to be your last orgasm rapidly approach. you pulled her hair harder, red crescents left on her scalp from your nails.

her tongue slid inside you, and your back lifted off the bed, ripping a sob from you as you creamed yet again, all over her tongue. ellie let out a happy hum against your pussy, and you just knew that if she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, but ellie hadn't moved away, so it was hard to even think. you tried to scoot back on the bed, tried to pull away from her, but her long fingers were still wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place so you had no choice but to take it.

“no… stay,” ellie whimpered when she felt you try to pull away, her voice muffled against your dripping folds, “baby, i can't take any more of this–”

she teared up at the mere idea of having to part from your perfect pussy, using her strength to pull up onto her knees, dragging you up with her, leaving only your shoulders against the mattress. she all but laughed at your surprise, wrapping her arms around your hips so she could dive right back between your legs without you pulling away. your legs fell naturally over her shoulders, the new position allowed ellie to eat you out without you being able to do anything at all.

ellie admired your expression from where she was, suckling on your clit like it was her favorite piece of candy she'd never get tired of. your mouth fell open with a sob, tears of overstimulation pouring down your face with the force of another orgasm she expertly drew from you like it was nothing.

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages now im So sorry it took so long to come out and its literally just a drabble 😭😭

anyway ellie womanhandling me makes me feral

[anieswrld]

ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ abby + dumbification 

thinking about abby who doesn’t even realize she’s turned you into a dumb pretty girl. it wasn’t on purpose—she’s just so capable, so gentle, and strong. that before you knew it, you stopped lifting a finger around her.

cw: dumbification, fingering (r!receiving), soft dom!abby, slight choking. this was my demons telling me i should write more smut ... (,,¬﹏¬,,)

it starts slow. innocent.

at first, abby doesn’t mean to coddle you. she opens doors without thinking, reaches across the car to buckle your seatbelt, drapes her jacket over your shoulders when it’s even slightly cold, she carries your purse, holds your hand when you cross a busy street, opens your water bottles, and watches you with that small frown when you even try to do anything yourself.

it’s instinct. at least, that’s what she tells herself. but somewhere along the way, something shifts. she starts noticing how easily you let her do things, and then it hits her—hard. you’re too pretty to be doing anything on your own. too soft, too sweet, too delicate to be struggling with stubborn zippers or heavy doors. it almost makes her angry, seeing you lift a finger when she’s right there.

“you really can’t help yourself, huh?” you tease one day, laughing as she lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing.

“you shouldn’t have to do anything,” abby mutters, brushing your hair behind your ear. “not when i’m here.”

you raise a brow. “even things i’m perfectly capable of doing?”

she grins. “especially those, baby.”

and it only gets worse from there.

she starts cutting your food for you when you're not paying attention. holds your chin so you drink water. gets grumpy when you won’t let her help you into your coat. she doesn’t even let you put on your shoes anymore. 

abby knows you could do it all yourself—but she’ll never let you. because if you’re gonna be this pretty and helpless around her, she’s gonna ruin you for anyone else ever trying to treat you like anything less than a princess. 

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you’re standing in the hallway, struggling to drag a box full of your spring clothes that’s too heavy for you. it’s not even that big, but it’s the kind of thing abby could carry with one arm without even thinking about it, but you’re trying anyway.

she watches from the doorway for a second, silent—thinking about how you look cute like that, trying so hard to do something she could do for you. but then you glance up at her—wide, pretty eyes. your lip caught between your teeth. breath coming a little faster from the effort.

“baby,” she says, voice low.

you tilt your head. “yeah?”

she walks up to you. “what are you doing?”

you give her a shy look, like you know exactly how this is going to end up. “i’m just trying to move this box.”

“why are you doing it when i’m right here?” abby asks.

you shrug, playfully. “i didn’t wanna bother you, abs.”

abby lets out a short, quiet laugh. “bother me? you don’t bother me, sweetheart.”

her eyes never leave yours. you blink up at her again, and abby sighs at the sight of those pretty lashes fluttering, lips parted like you might ask for help but just can’t bring yourself to. 

she grabs the box effortlessly, pushes it aside like it weighs nothing, and then her hands are on your hips. “you don’t lift shit when i’m around,” she whispers, forehead pressed to yours now. “you know that, right?”

you nod, breath hitching. "i know."

“say it,” she almost sounds like she’s pleading.

“i don’t lift shit when you’re around,” you repeat with a little smile.

her lips crash into yours—hot, hungry, still laced with that frustration from seeing you strain without her. her hands are rough on your hips, guiding you back against the wall, like she needs you pinned there to calm herself down.

“next time you need something,” she murmurs, dragging her lips down your jaw, “you call for me. you ask. you use that pretty mouth for something useful.”

your knees go weak. she catches you before you can even stumble. “yes, abs.”

“told you,” she breathes, kissing your pulse point. “too fucking pretty to be lifting anything but your skirt for me.”

you barely have time to catch your breath before she scoops you up. “hey—”

“shh,” she murmurs, already carrying you down the hall. her arms are firm around you, one under your thighs, the other across your back, and you’re helpless in her hold. “you’ve done enough for today.”

you huff a quiet laugh, still dazed. “i barely did anything!"

“exactly,” she says, glancing at you with a grin. “and even that was too much.”

you bury your face in her neck, trying to hide the way your cheeks burn. she’s so warm, skin flushed from the kiss and the way she needs to take care of you. every step toward the bedroom is deliberate. 

“abs…” you whisper, fingers gripping the collar of her shirt.

she kicks the door open with her foot and sets you down on the bed—gently, but her hands don’t leave you, though. she hovers over you, crowding you in with that look again. hungry. reverent. possessive.

“my princess,” she whispers as she presses a kiss on the shell of your ear.

you tremble under her, thighs pressing together instinctively. she notices—of course she notices.

“my pretty doll,” abby mutters, trailing her hand slowly down your stomach, over your hips. “you try so hard to be helpful,” she says, kissing your neck now. “but i don’t want your help, baby. i want you pretty for me, spoiled, and mine. that’s it”

your eyes flutter shut, biting your lip.

“and you are, aren’t you?” she asks. 

“mhm,” you hum.

abby smirks against your skin, voice dropping even lower. “good. now let me remind you what you should be doing with those pretty hands… you should be grabbing my shoulders, my hands—pulling my hair, even—but not lifting boxes.”

you nod under her, already breathless, pupils wide and shining. abby just watches you for a second like she can’t believe how sweet you are.

“lay back,” she says softly.

you do, instantly, pliant as anything, arms falling to your sides like you’ve been waiting for this exact moment ever since you tried carrying that box. abby's big hands drag along your waist, your ribs, your thighs. she kisses your forehead, your temple, the inside of your wrist—like you’re something to be worshipped, not rushed.

“i fucking love when you do that,” she mutters against your shoulder, her braid tickling your skin. “looking up at me all helpless like that. all soft and needy, like you don’t even know how to ask for what you want.”

your breath stutters. your thighs twitch under her. “abby, please—”

“what do you want, baby?” she asks.

“you,” you whisper.

she smiles, but it’s crooked. “yeah? want me to take care of you?”

you nod again, and it’s immediate—automatic. her palm slides up your chest and gently wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there.

“so dumb,” she murmurs. “my dumb baby.”

your back arches into her, chasing the heat of her body. she groans, thumb brushing the skin of your neck while her other hand slips between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your soaked underwear.

“look at that,” she says, grinning against your cheek. “you don’t need to think. you just need me.”

you whimper, hips tilting into her hand. “i do need you, abs—”

“i’ll do everything for you,” she whispers. “fuck you how you need. take care of you. think for you. all you have to do is lie here, look pretty, and let me make you feel good. you don’t have to do anything more.”

you only hum in response, utterly gone by the sound of her voice.

“words, sweetheart,” she says, lips at your ear now.

“yes—please, abby,” you whisper. “please.”

she kisses you like she’s angry and in love all at once. her hand on your throat is still gentle. her body is pressing you down into the mattress like she wants to sink you into the bed. abby pulls your panties down slowly—two thick fingers slipping through your wetness, spreading you open with practiced care, but not really giving you anything, causing you to whine.

“already so wet for me, huh?” she says, dragging her fingers just barely where you need them. “you’re so good. so easy. i barely even have to try.”

you moan, hips rocking up, and her fingers slip in—thick and perfect, pressing deep with a slow curl that makes you cry out. “fuck, abs.”

she always fucks you with control and patience. every thrust is firm, fingers reaching places no one else ever could. her thumb rests on your clit, circling slowly and carefully. 

“that’s it, baby,” she coos. “don’t think. just feel.”

your mouth falls open. your hands grip her arm, and her palm tightens around your throat.

“you’re mine, yeah?” she asks.

“yes—yes, abby,” you utter in response. “i’m all yours—all yours.”

she groans, biting gently along your shoulder, as you start to clench around her fingers. you’re getting close, every part of you wound tight, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“let go, doll,” she whispers. “so dumb and pretty—just for me.”

abby’s fingers don’t stop—ever. each movement is deliberate, calculated, but it’s too much for you. her thumb presses harder on your clit, swirling just the right way, while she holds you still under her. every time you try to squirm or lift your hips, she pins you down with ease, barely needing to put any pressure on you to stop your movements.

“shh,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly, gently—even if you can’t kiss back properly. “i’ve got you, baby. you can take it.”

your legs are shaking now, that familiar tension already coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach, but she’s not letting you get away with it. not yet. not until you beg her.

“i wanna cum, abs—” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut, and she doesn’t let up. 

she presses deeper inside you, fingers moving relentlessly, her grip on your throat firm and steady as she watches your reactions closely. “open your eyes,” she orders softly.

you do, and she’s there—right above you, eyes dark with adoration. “wanna cum, please, please, please—”

“you’re gonna come for me, right?” she asks, voice a low rasp that makes your heart race even faster. “gonna be a good little baby and let me make you come?”

“yes,” you whisper, voice shaky, utterly helpless under her touch. “please, abby.”

“good girl,” she praises, and the words hit you like a shockwave. “such a sweet little thing for me.”

her fingers start moving faster, her palm pressing harder against your clit, and this time, she doesn’t give you the chance to breathe. the overstimulation crashes over you in waves, but it’s all too much in the best way. you cum—shaking, crying out, your back arching, your whole body trembling under the force of it. your hands fly to her wrist, clutching her desperately as your hips try to escape the intensity of it all, but she holds you down—right where she wants you.

“that’s it,” she murmurs, kissing your cheek gently while you writhe underneath her. “so fucking beautiful. so good for me.”

your mind is fuzzy, your body still tingling from the orgasm. you try to catch your breath, but she’s not done. not yet.

[anieswrld]

some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

[anieswrld]

ㅋ ─── YOU ARE A PILLOW PRINCESS ARCANE ۶ৎ TLOU

general warning — mostly munch and fingering. strap on. overstism. spitting. degration.

۶ৎ ELLIE

she’s staring up at you, her tongue flicking fast, her free hand gripping your hip, her fingers hit that spot, making you arch, and she loves you helpless under her.

she spits again, mixing it with your wetness, her tongue and fingers working in sync to overstimulate you, "c’mon, cum f'me" she demands, slapping your thigh lightly, grinning when you shudder, completely at her mercy.

۶ৎ ABBY

she’s got you flat on the bed, her muscular arms spreading your legs wide, her thick fingers thrusting deep with precision. "take it, baby" she growls, her thumb rubbing your clit, her dominance overwhelming as you lie there, whimpering.

her thick fingers works inside you, hard and fast, her hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. "don’t move, princess" she commands, spitting for slickness, her fingers curling inside you, pushing you to the edge.

۶ৎ VIOLET

she slaps your thigh, "stay open for me cupcake" she teases, her tongue sucking hard, her fingers curling deep, she loves you passive, taking everything she gives, her grin wicked as you writhe.

vi’s biting your inner thighs, marking you "all mine, aren’t you?" she says, her fingers pounding, her tongue flicking your clit, she’s relentless, thriving on your helplessness, your gasps driving her wild.

۶ৎ JINX

she slaps your pussy lightly "c’mon, scream louder" she cackles, her tongue diving back in, sucking hard, her fingers twist inside you, chaotic and fast, thriving on your passive surrender.

"look at you, lazy princess, just taking it" she taunts, spitting on your clit, her fingers relentless, she loves degrading you, her braids tickling your thighs as she pushes you to the edge.

۶ৎ SEVIKA

"don’t move, doll." she orders, her strap sliding in, slow and deep, her hand teasing your clit, she thrives on control, your helplessness fueling her as you shudder under her steady thrusts.

post-orgasm, sevika’s still inside you, her strap lazy, "my good girl." she murmurs, kissing your neck, her flesh hand stroking your face, grounding you as you tremble, completely hers.

۶ৎ CAITLYN

Her strap glides in, deep and steady "tell me how it feels" she says, her fingers teasing your clit, she’s precise, loving your gasps, your helplessness fueling her as you come, shaking.

Post-orgasm, ,aitlyn’s tongue is soft, "well done, my love" she whispers, kissing your thighs, her fingers stroking you gently, savoring your shudders as you lie there, spent.

[anieswrld]

vi claims you're seducing her whenever you wear one of her shirts.

you really aren't; you just find her shirts comfy and familiar, her scent soothing as it sinks into your skin. wearing her shirts makes you feel like you're constantly being hugged by her, especially when she has to be gone days at a time.

the fact that vi finds you irresistible in them is simply a bonus. a bonus with plenty of rewards to reap when vi stares at you, blue eyes sharp and hot as they take you in.

you grow flustered under the attention but preen when vi's cheeks turn pink with barely hidden arousal.

"you're dangerous," vi murmurs weakly, albeit needy, as you greet her in the evening with one of her muscle tank tops on. the ones where the sleeves are cut so high that vi is able to see the soft curve of your bare breasts.

"i wouldn't say dangerous," you reply gleefully. "just optimistic."

you're giggling when vi kisses you, tender and reverent, as she grasps at your waist beneath her shirt.

[anieswrld]

18+ | afab!reader

you're drooling; body quivering hard as vi slams into your cunt without mercy. she's pulled two orgasms from you already, each one more ruthless than the last. you swore you blacked out for a moment, your whole world disappearing behind a screen of white-hot pleasure.

it's almost too much, the overstimulation has you near choking. it's too much, and it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good.

vi's fingers slide through the slick of your folds, the sudden touch making you jump. they tease at your stretched hole, pried wide around the girth of her strap, and the sensation has you whimpering, hips twitching. then she's rubbing at your clit, swollen and wet, and you hide your scream into the pillow against your chest.

"fuck, you're so pretty," vi rambles, lost in her own pleasurable madness. "so pretty and sweet, clenching me so tight."

her name is lost on your tongue as every drive in of her hips leaves you speechless. she's so deep, she's hitting it rough and she won't stop rubbing at your clit—

your mouth falls open with a silent scream, body convulsing as you gush around vi's cock. you claw at the bedsheets, desperate to ground yourself as you threaten to slip far away.

"good girl," vi praises, still working her hips into your sopping cunt. she lowers herself until she's pressed firmly against your back, her breasts soft on your skin. her thrusts slow to a grind, the movement having you gasping for breath. "good girl."

you mewl pathetically, still shivering from the force of a third orgasm. vi trails tender kisses across the span of your shoulders, sinking them into your skin. it's soothing, calming as you regain your senses that pleasure snatched from you.

it takes a minute before you reach back to pull at vi's harness. you pull at it a few times, weak but determined, and vi hums a puzzled noise into your neck.

"you haven't come yet," you say softly, turning your head to the side so you can look her in the eye. "i...want you to ride my pussy."

vi goes quiet for a moment, and it's only a moment before she's flipping you onto your back.

you smile up at her expression; it's dangerous but also desperate and a little needy. you watch as she rips off the harness and go pilant when she grabs your thighs to spread your legs wide.

you arch your back, a perfect image of debauchery, and vi curses beneath her breath.

you spread your cunt between two fingers, already wet and aching, as you whisper, "please?" with feigned innocence.

vi has you screaming again in less than a minute.

[anieswrld]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 2.6k

Request: "hiiiii! i love your writing soo much, i’m not sure if you take in requests but if you do, could you write something about sevika w/ chubby reader where she’s feeling insecure and sevika worships her body alll night (maybe gentle sex?) byeeeee😚"

Content/Warnings: nsfw, reader referred to w fem pronouns/terms, reader has female anatomy, top! sev, bottom! reader, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), talk of body insecurity

A/N: omg doing requests makes me nervous bc like... what if it's not good lol anyway i still really enjoyed this request and i loveee me some soft!sevika. i hope you enjoy, and that perhaps this will serve as a bit of comfort for when you're feeling down on yourself. all bodies are good bodies, and all bodies deserve love; that is a non-negotiable. praying to Aphrodite for blessings to anyone needing an extra boost of self-love today <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

You're taking far too long to get ready. 

This certainly isn't an uncommon occurrence, and Sevika has come to learn that you will almost always underestimate the amount of time you need to get dolled up. Thankfully, when it comes to you, she has the patience of a saint. 

But still, you're taking too long to get ready. 

She peers down at the watch you got her for her birthday last year- it’s 30 minutes out from your dinner reservation at one of the nice restaurants topside- and rises from the couch, contemplating which cliche she'll use to poke some lighthearted fun at your lengthy getting-ready routine. 

“Not gettin’ any younger-”

No, she'd used that one last time. 

“You're running on turtle time in here.”

She snorts to herself. She recalls the way you always stop what you're doing to roll your pretty eyes at that one, but never without a grin. 

Once upon a time, she considered her one and only purpose to be fighting for the prosperity of Zaun. That was before she made you smile for the first time. 

A grin adorns her own face as she crosses the threshold from the hallway into your shared bedroom, but when she makes it to the door of the attached bathroom, the upward quirk of her lip falls. 

The door is slightly ajar, just enough for her to see your reflection in the mirror. 

You're pinching at the fullness of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. A deep frown is etched onto your face, and when she sees tears begin to prick your eyes, she leaves two gentle knocks on the door. 

Your eyes go wild for a split second, but when you meet her gaze through the reflection, your shoulders drop with a sigh. Not in relief, but in defeat.  

No lighthearted quip falls from her lips this time. Not when her girl is upset.

“You okay in here, baby?”

She opens the door wider before leaning on its frame, concerned eyes glued to you. 

“These don't fit anymore,” you mumble, looking down at the jeans you're now peeling off.  

“Yeah?” 

You look up to find that a lazy smirk graces her face, her gaze shamelessly trailing up and down your lower half. 

“Sev.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours upon hearing your curtness. Usually, you wouldn't be able to help but crack a little smile as she checked you out. 

Her own words are somber now. 

“Hey,” she says, gingerly tucking away the stray tendril of hair that had fallen into your face as you bent over to tug your pants off of your ankles. “Talk to me. What's going on?”

An irritated huff escapes you as you squeeze your eyes shut and place your hands on your hips. 

“What's going on is that I’m…”

Your words come out harsher than you’d intended. You open your eyes to find that she stares back with nothing but warmth. 

The patience of a saint.  

You exhale through your nose, turning back to the mirror to examine the fullness of your figure. 

Your eyes begin to water again. 

“I've gained so much weight, Sevika. I look so bad.”

She rears her head back, and for a good 10 seconds, she stares at you with pure, incredulous offense. 

“What?” She finally spits, but you know she isn't angry with you. “What are you talking about?” 

“You don't get it,” you grovel. You knew she wouldn't. There wasn't a universe that existed in which she regarded your body as anything less than worthy of worship; you just wished you could see what she saw. 

“Listen,” she begins, brows raised in disbelief, “I don't mean to make you feel silly or anything, but… baby.”

She slots herself behind you, strong arms wrapping around to circle the form you'd just been scrutinizing. Her touch has always reflected the reverence she has for your body, for you. Her palms will splay across your body, savoring every curve and dip, traveling like a steady stream through peaks and valleys. 

Now, her mech hand sits cool and firm on your hip, its flesh counterpart snaking up your arm. She leaves a squeeze when she gets to the junction between your shoulder and your neck- tight, she notes; she'll work some of the knots out later tonight- before planting a kiss in its wake. 

Her chin rests there now, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“You're so fucking gorgeous.”

Her breath fans your ear as she speaks. The purr of her words rumbles through you like a chill down your spine.

She knows your weaknesses. 

Your lips quirk up into a small smirk. 

“That's what you think,” you rebut.

“I don't think; I know.”

Indignation never did get far with Sevika, even in tender moments like these. More often than not, she knows she's right, and she has no problem refreshing your memory of that. 

It's why she suddenly pulls out her phone, looks up a phone number unbeknownst to you, and gives it a call. 

You watch in confusion as she saunters back into your room, phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she begins to fumble with the buckle of her belt.

“Hey, yeah, I've got a reservation for Sevika tonight at seven,”

She slides the belt off through the loops of her pants,

“Yeah, for two; that's right. Hate to do this so late notice, but something's come up and we won't be able to make it.”

You quirk a curious brow. Her socks are off now, and she’s fumbling to take her watch off her wrist and place it back on the dresser. 

“Perfect. Appreciate your understanding. Yeah, you too.”

With that, she hangs up, tosses the phone onto the plush comforter, and strolls over to you unassumingly. 

Your head is tilted to the side as she approaches and wraps her strong arms around your waist once more. 

“What’d you do that for?” 

“Don't pout, mama,” she keens, twisting you around to face the mirror. Her hand sneaks around to dip underneath your top, her hand inching up your waist and taking the material of your shirt with it. 

“You heard me. Something else came up.”

You chortle as her intentions are made obvious by eager hands pulling your shirt over your head and dark eyes taking in the lace garment hidden underneath.

“Honey, you didn't have to-”

“Nuh-uh,” she interrupts. “We can go out to dinner anytime. Right now,”

Her grip is gentle on your jaw as she turns your head, her eyes now meeting your own,

“if I can make you feel as gorgeous as I know you are, even if just for a second,”

And then, she plants a kiss on your lips, on your jaw, just below your ear, before she asserts,

“Then you're damn right I’m putting everything on the back burner to do just that.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when her fingers dip below the band of your underwear, lingering just for a second, just above where she knows you want her, before she pulls them away with a growing smirk. 

“C’mere, baby,” she mutters, twisting you around once more to face her. “Let me kiss you first.”

The first one she plants on your lips is soft, tender, like you’re made of porcelain. She holds your face in her hands like you’ll fall to the ground, shattering into pieces below her if she lets go. 

She knows that words have never been her forte- that she’ll never be able to articulate just how achy her heart gets when she thinks about how special you are to her- so she’ll try her best to show you this way. With a kiss that grows deeper, more eager, as fervent as the love she harbors for you, if she can manage it. She’ll catch your bottom lip between her teeth, tongue darting out to soothe it before the muscle finds your own, inviting it to dance. She’ll grab your jaw, grip the hair at the base of your skull, press her body against yours as she pulls you impossibly close; so close that hopefully, for a fleeting moment in time, the two of you become one. 

Maybe then, you’ll feel what she feels. You’ll see what she sees. 

Perfection. All she sees is perfection.

She guides you to face the mirror again, breathless as she whispers,

“Look how pretty. Can’t get enough.”

She’s trailing kisses along your shoulders as she unbuttons her own shirt, the fabric parting to reveal that she dons nothing underneath it. 

“Scandalous,” you tease. 

“You’re the one who yells at me when you go to grab my tits and there’s something in the way.”

Her lips quirk up into a smile when you punch out a laugh, throwing your head back against her shoulder. 

“Pretty girl,” she muses again, dipping down to place a kiss on your neck. 

Her hands are back on your waist as soon as her shirt hits the floor, kneading at the fullness that never fails to drive her crazy. She hums in approval, a deep rumble that nearly escapes her as a growl. She pulls you flush against her body, her mech arm wrapping around to anchor you in place. 

Your breath quickens. You know what she’s doing. Holding you up, because when she’s done with you, your legs will have given out. 

She smirks at the hitch in your breath. 

“You ready for me, baby?”

There’s no need for her to ask. Her fingers have already found the arousal pooling at your core. 

“Oh, you’re ready,” she coos. 

“Please,” you whisper as her finger trails up, parting your lips with no resistance, but never making it to the aching bud of nerves above them, never dipping lower to plunge into you. “Please, Vika.”

“So pretty when you beg,” 

You gasp as she presses a finger into you, walls clenching down onto its thickness,

“so pretty when you take my fingers,” 

Your walls flutter back open, ready to take the second finger she has poised at your entrance. You practically swallow the two digits, hissing at the fullness, and then, she’s pulling them all the way out, 

“always,” a thrust, “so,” then another, “pretty.”

She makes due on her silent promise, fucking into you until you can’t stand on your own. You whine when suddenly, her fingers are completely unsheathed. She just chuckles as she effortlessly turns you around, lifting you up to sit on the counter and slotting herself between your legs. 

“You could really stand to have some patience,” she scolds, but the way she smiles into the kiss she leans down to deliver belies her attempt at sternness. 

Still, you plan on retorting anyway; that is, until she unbuttons her pants, pulling them down to reveal the strap she’s had on. 

“You were packing?” you exhale.

She shimmies out of her pants with a lazy grin. “I was planning on bathroom sex,” she shrugs, before stepping forward to pull your underwear down your legs and toss them who-knows-where. “Looks like I got what I wanted after all.”

You inhale through your teeth when she drags the head of the toy through your slick, your hips bucking up for more. 

“Patience, mama,” she warns again. “You’re open for me. Won’t take long.”

You bite down on your lip, brows knit together in pleasure as you watch the silicone slowly sink into you. You’re holding your breath, and you don’t realize she’s been doing the same until she chokes out a grunt at the sight of her strap buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“Fuck, Y/n;” she grits, “so fucking good. You’re so fucking good for me.”

You can see her hips stutter with restraint as she tries her best to hold back, tries her best to keep slow and steady as she begins moving in and out of you; but when your hands wrap around her neck, one hand clawing at her shoulder as you spit, “harder,” she unravels. 

She pulls you closer by your thighs, and you yelp as her hips snap up into you. Her eyes are glued to the way you take her, cock slipping in and out of your pussy over and over, so easily, so effortlessly. 

“Shit,” she rasps, driving into you, “so good. Gods, I love you.”

And when her eyes snap up to meet yours, it’s written all over her face. Her eyes are blown out in pure adoration, like she loves you more than she’s loved anything in her entire life. You can’t help but tear up. 

“Woah, hey,” she immediately consoles, coming to a halt inside of you. Her hand reaches up to cup your face, worried eyes scanning you. “Good tears or bad tears?”

“Good tears,” you immediately confirm with a watery smile, “Good tears. Keep going, baby; I just love you, too.”

A breathy chuckle of relief leaves her as she leans in to press her forehead against yours. 

She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. You pull her closer, too, breathy moans floating through the air as you rock your hips against the fullness inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you mewl, hand flying down to rub tight circles onto your clit. 

“That’s right, baby,” she croons, bringing her hips forward to meet every buck of your own. “Gods, you’re so fucking sexy. Wanna see you come; wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart on my dick.” 

The sound of skin on skin joins the chorus of grunts and whines as she picks up her pace again, coaxing you over the edge. 

“You gonna come for me? Gonna give it to me?”

You nod frantically, wordlessly, fingers working at your clit, your other hand pulling her closer, closer, until finally, you topple over the edge. 

Your legs shake around her waist, nails digging into her shoulder as you cry out.

“There we go,” she purrs, arms holding you close as you ride out the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

She doesn’t let go. Just holds you, plants kisses all over your face as you catch your breath, whispers praises into your ear as your muscles relax; and only when you let go, does she take a step back, careful as she pulls out, hands massaging the plush of your thighs. 

You stare up at her through your lashes, eyes already becoming heavy with sleep as contentment washes over you, warming the blood in your veins.

“Let me clean you up before you pass out,” she teases. “We’re already in the bathroom. That’s half the battle.”

You chuckle, watching with a soft smile as she wets a soft wash cloth with warm water, brushing gently over your sticky thighs, jumping in surprise as it makes contact with your sensitive core. 

“Sorry, love,” she mutters apologetically. 

She tosses the rag aside, taking your face in both of her hands as she steels herself with a deep breath.

“You know I’m not good with words…” 

You giggle at her sudden sentimentality. She refuses to admit it, but she always gets this way after sex: soft, ungaurded, vulnerable. Laid out for you to have and to hold. 

“...but you know that I don’t lie either. Ever. So, when I tell you that I’ve never seen someone so goddamn gorgeous, I need you to believe me. Can you do that?”

She raises a brow, lips quirking up into a smile.

You shrug with a smirk. “I’ll try.”

She rolls her eyes playfully before placing a kiss on your temple. 

You were stubborn; she knew that much. 

But Sevika’s stubborn, too. For the rest of her days, if she can make you feel as gorgeous as she knows you are, even if just for a second, then you’re damn right she’ll spend the rest of her days trying.

𝐄𝐧𝐝 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

[anieswrld]

Smoking out the window...

Pairing: Stoner Vi x reader

Word count: 23,000 Plus.. I GOT CARRIED AWAY I KNOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SHORTER BUT THE DEMONS! MDNI MYGOD! NSFWAHEAD

Cw: Weed, Strong language, Banter, Fluff, sexual Banter, Tension, Perverts, Lingering eyes, Gay asf, Lesbian yearning/pining, Neck kisses, Rough sexual adventures, High Reader, High Violet, Consent is hot, oral, penetration, intercourse, fingering, Lots of lube was used in this fic,Switch Vi, Switch Reader, Dom Reader, Sub Reader I think? Sub Vi, DomVi, Making out, Lots of foreplay, Anal oral, vaginal oral, anal fingering both receiving 🌟 Tribbing, Starvation smutt, Lots and lots of dirty talking, till night til dawn kinda lust, Backshots to oblivion, Did I say strap already? The gays are fucking on all the furniture oh nooo.. (me next like tf?) , Riding faces, Tongue fucking, Thigh humping, Humping with clothes on, and after care. Tooth rotting fluff IM SORRY!!!! Message me if I missed anything <3

Summary: Chilling at home alone until a certain someone shows up at your door. A bag of weed and a hot lesbian? What could go wrong? You and Vi begin with a simple goal in mind: smoke sesh. Until things start getting more intense. Will Vi and you make it out as friends after this particular smoke session? or become more.. ? let’s find out!

Dc!:@/cafekitsune

Song: Smoke by Victoria Monet ft Lucky Daye🍀

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You were sitting on your couch chilling in your apartment listening to your r&b playlist. The music poured into your ears, a woman and a man singing about one of your favorite things to experience. Fuzzied socks on your feet, resting on your oval-shaped coffee table, some scattered decorative clutter to the side of your cute bear designed socks, slightly moving them away from the collected clutter.  Carefully trying to not knock anything over for the tenth time today. You tilt your head back, really getting into those comfy cushions of yours, letting notes of the song carry you into a state of pure white clouds floating into the sky. However a thought gnaws on your wrinkled brain, thinking that these beats would feel even better with some thc in your system. And speaking of the “devil’s grass”

A knock at the door, perks your senses. You groaned as you pushed yourself off of your couch.

This better be good. 

Sauntering your way over to your door, opening it, revealing a Violet holding a bag of weed and that famous smirk of hers. 

Oh, this is good!

The way it stretches her scar on her lip, like it's an invisible spell that blows your way every time. Making you fly higher than any green substance has entered your dna. “So.. I’m growing a new strain..—“ like second nature she takes your hand, thumbing circles over your knuckles “I think you might like this one better.” She says, though not into your eyes, your lips quirking into a smile. You are in luck that she chose to gaze at your knuckles instead so you could peer at her lashes, they remind you of violin strings, with each bat it felt like a personal symphony, fluttering into your ears. This lovely symphony that made those lobes of yours mirror flowers, blooming for her. You’d tug at your hair with a single finger, a strand of hair from opposite sides weep reflecting like a weeping willow tree, to hide them from her.. Can’t let her know you’re bursting with glee inside. 

“Oh yeah? It must be the best if it’s coming out of that mouth.” 

“What do you know about my mouth, babe?” She asked with an arched brow, sprinkled with a playful grin as she entered your house, shutting the door behind her with her foot. 

“Many things..” you respond, taking a step back, watching her take her shoes off, still haven’t broken eye contact. “Mhm—“ her eyes mapped out your body language, more like studying if you’re trying to do other things than just smoke today, from the way you usually get so nervous by her. She just takes it as you trying to be cocky. And she would be right any other day, however this time nervous fails to grab you by its clutches.

“Yeah, go ahead and sit down while I get us ready for this blunt.” You obviously obeyed, but not unless you had some control which prompts you to give her more of a hint, swaying your hips a bit because you know she is always watching. And yes she is completely in a daze watching your ass twitch a bit with every step. You were wearing flared leggings that cupped your ass and especially those curves of yours in all the right ways, and a cute tank top with noodle like straps barely being able to contain those pretty tits of yours. If wills of temptation could shatter, Vi's has hers teetering off the shelf. Blinking twice for her to get back to reality.  You plop back down on the couch, shifting your body around to lay on your stomach, getting a better look of Vi entering your kitchen. Such an obsessed person you are,  though who can blame you with trying to see more of Violet. She knows that she’s sexy and she knows that you know, so she doesn’t even tell you to stop gawking. 

As you watch Vi make the both of you some snacks,  setting up some cups for a couple of drinks for none other than the usual cottonmouth. You absentmindedly play with your nails, joyed that you pampered them this morning.  Of course, this positive thought is only because you’re about to smoke with Vi.. it’s hard prepping blunts with long nails for you. 

“What’s this new strain called?”  You inquire her.

She digs into the fridge, grabbing some condiments, the clicks and clatter of some glass jars bumping into each other, cradling her acquired set up for her preferred sandwiches in her carefully crafted arms. Those same arms that are peaking through her white t-shirt, that isn’t too short or too long over her grey joggers. I guess she wanted to be comfortable today with you being 420 of all days.  But, back to those arms.. they should be illegal to look that damn good, the way you can tell she just got a good pump in before arriving at your house! Those veins, and the way her biceps are so prominent, good gods..  I mean, literally how can someone make muscles look that good and she’s not even doing anything to make them visible right now. She’s simply just making sandwiches, (and you could literally watch all day if you could) but the way she has no choice except to squeeze them a bit or else the items she holds will fall. You wish you were the items instead, headlocked while-

“Noble Pineapple”  she replies, setting down her array of sandwich preparations, breaking you out of a thought that barely had a chance to form. 

“We smokin’ some royal Pineapple kush?” 

“Yes ma’am.”  She answers in a sing-song voice, that has you letting out a small chuckle. “Let me guess you, made up the name this time.” 

“No-no, this was not my idea, I argued with my sister about this for 2 days, and we decided to combine it to stop-“  Vi pauses to stare at you, like you are fully listening to her dumb little rant, and she just bites her lip down. You’re just laying there on the couch, head settled in your cute soft palms, hair messy, still managing to look that good, her heart skipped a beat, cursing in her head that she shouldn’t have shifted her gaze to you. Sitting there all patiently waiting for her, gods.. 

 Every time she stops to look in your eyes it’s like air rips out of her, sending her heart into a frenzy, the curve of your eyes, the color it resembles, the way you’re so focused on her, it makes her jumbled with a highway of fast pasting emotions. Not being able to keep up with only one. 

She just keeps repeating Pretty,Pretty,Pretty, so fucking pretty. In her head like a broken record that refuses to play smooth correct music, in fact you make her vocal cords form into a broken record. The first time she caught onto the fact that your pretty eyes made her flip around her words no matter how hard she tried to be coherent it didn’t matter. Her mouth and her brain refused her to be coherent when she sees you walk on by, or even sharing eye contact. She made a vow to herself to just completely stop talking so you won’t hear her babble. Terrified she’d make a fool of herself in front of you risking to sweep all of this confident spell off of herself. That you see her as. 

“Go on” you encouraged her, and god would she love it if you encouraged her some more, though she would fear her boxers would be drenched if you said it just a bit slower.

She blinks twice again, “uh..-“ her eyes zipped back down to the sandwiches she’s making,” Actually um, do you want pickles or no?” 

“Yes please!” It was as if her heart played hopscotch against her ribcage, skipping to the vibrations of your voice. 

Gods, I wish you would say please more.

You observed Vi open the pickle jar with such ease, the same fucking pickle jar that acts as if it can’t open for you any time of your pleasure, the same fucking pickle jar that you have to use a knife to open back up, without any fight it opened up for her. You frowned a bit at it. To which she caught your now knit brows, letting out a flutter of giggles already knowing why. After a while, she concluded your snack essentials for the awaited munchies later. You move the clutter out the way into a nearby woven basket. And Vi setting down both assorted snacks from sandwiches, to a bowl of strawberries, two glasses of kiwi strawberry drinks, and two water bottles (like duh? All that sugar needs to be drowned out of the both of you) on that very coffee table. 

Before sitting down she grabs her grinder out of her pocket, it’s one of those cute customized grinders, with Jinx’s signature monkey on it. They’re quite known around here, no need to help advertise when Jinx is tagging the city buildings. The two sisters have created a successful business in the art of cannabis, not because they have to, no, because they both like to! They love to have fun and to spread that fun around with their trusted customers, especially you. You’ve been a loyal customer since college, first it was strictly professional, yet you and Vi just kept seeing each other throughout the city, you saw each other so much that you both decided together that you might as well just get to know eachother better. To a point where you both became really good friends. 

Maybe even.. a bit too good of friends..

Sometimes the both of you do this back and forth of teasing, although as of lately that teasing has become a little more than Vi can handle. At first it was all fun and games, however Vi began to dive into your psyche, picking up on your habits, and even mirroring some slang you use on a daily basis. Whatever you were doing it was as if you injected something in her that has her thinking about you more than usual. It was as if you both were partners that never really solidified a title, never had sex, and definitely high levels of sexual tension. Not even a situationship, because there's no situation happening except that this quality time of yours has been.. appreciated.  You both didn’t even dare to get physical, except for little touches here and there, such as hands, and a hug every time she leaves your place or when you both finish spending time with each other outside, going your separate ways. 

If anything the most R-rated intimate thing you both do is eye fuck each other to oblivion until it’s time to go. (Ah, the famous sapphic trope)

She takes a seat next to you on the couch, grunting as she gets comfortable. Your eyes follow her handsome hands as they prep the bunches of weed for the both of you to enjoy. “You know people usually already have the weed, already broken down for a smoke sesh” you comment, still not breaking eye contact of those marbled hands of hers. 

“We’re not usual people, and.. you love this part, the way I handle weed so carefully.” She taunted, stirring emotions inside of you to all gather into your ears, making them hot to the touch. She was right, you absolutely loved this part. She began to grind the weed up, flexing her arms, and you hypothetically drooling at her veins bulging with each grind. Certainly you aren’t the only one drooling. Vi could smell your consistent perfume, it was like aromatherapy for her, wishing it mixed around with her cologne.  

Truly the real reason why she didn’t prep the weed: she needs something to distract herself and an excuse to spend more time with you. With anyone else she would have the joints already packed and secured ready to smoke. With you— that’s not an option. To get high with you so fast, would expand her initial emotions upon arriving at your house. She knows this by heart, when you get high, whatever emotion you have at the start will take over. And the kaleidoscope of more hidden feelings arises, heart beating fast, being able to heightened your senses, to feel another one's energy. Being high is no joke, and being high with you isn’t a soft giggle. It’s quite the opposite…

“Hand me that tray for me” she orders, prompting your brows to knit together with sour, removing your orbs from her hands to the corner of her eye. She could feel you getting tense, pitter pattering her hand away from herself to you instead, inching closer and closer. Trying to regain some playful energy back by playing with one of your thumbs. However, your eyes favored the back of your head, then towards the floor, flicking your thumb at her hand, ripping that playful shield off because of your little attitude. If you were Violet’s girlfriend she’d fix it real quick like how she usually deals with other girls' attitudes, only if you’re willing for it to be fixed of course. 

She’s not the person that cut you, so you bled on her on your part. Luckily,  Violet already knows how to evade that bloodshed that you’ve begun to splatter subconsciously. 

“I don’t like your tone” 

“Oh really, seems like to me you’ve been squeezing your thighs since I let those 6 words out my mouth. Pretty sure that tells me you like my tone, princess.” She countered swiftly. You tilted your head, deadpaning her, until you light bulbed a thought to throw back at her “Sounds like you’re interested, got a thigh fetish, Vi?” 

Her blue powdered eyes cuts right to you as soon as those words fell from your lips, targeting right to your collarbone. She moistens her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue, blinking twice to escape another lustful loss(who’s really losing here though?) “Do you?” she asks right back. Did not expect that one from you… fuck..

“Maybe?” 

You grab the tray, sliding it over to her on her thigh. 

“Maybe not?” 

“Should I be worried?” She queried, pulling the tray closer into her thighs, your eyes taking note of her shaky hand, a slew of thoughts set off in your head however one in particular stays in place, are her ears red? You check, and yes they are..  your heart drums harder against its natural cage, your breath a little harder to keep at its normal pace from the sight. Maybe nervous actually will have you in its clutches?

“—Possibly” 

She takes a sharp breath, bubbling up some words to respond to you, anything, “Damn, princess laying it on thick today..”  

 gods, I might actually just say fuck the smoke sesh and let her do whatever she wants to me.. 

Violet takes a kitten bite of her bottom lip, dragging those teeth across it, soothing it with a lick at the dents, finding herself bouncing her leg but only an ant size bit not enough to tip the tray over.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Violet?” 

“Uh, n-no. I’m good. I’m more than good. You know I don’t mind this little back and forth” 

“‘Never made me uncomfortable” she continued, combining her fingers through her dyed hair, stealing a glance of you, your lip gloss shined so perfectly, you sat with one leg under you and the other hanging off the couch, you arms were squeezing those ti-

Tits? Holy shit, her shirt is really loose today.. o-okay.. I got this. Everything is going to be okay. Just don’t be fucking weird. 

“Good, I don’t like making my favorite person upset” 

“Awe, you care about me? So sweet”  her voice jaunty, giving you a moonlit smile, twinkling your way, pulling your heartstrings, causing another rapid beat to rattle.

You nudged her arm in a jestering manner, yet those lines connected to your mouth danced upwards effortlessly, beaming a soft sunkissed smile. She hands you the tobacco leaf, waiting for you to grab and you stare down at it with a puzzled look, arching your brow. 

“Wet it for me?” As soon as she said that you hated that she was right, you did squeeze your thighs. Hearing that.. dammit. Not only that but she caught it, you saw her eyes drift to your legs for only a second, and only a second you needed before snatching it out of her hands and quickly into the bathroom. 

Gods, am I wet?

You checked to see if you were leaking through your pants, touching your lips with care. You felt that familiar slick through your clothes, making a tiny wet patch(it couldn’t compare to what was really going on if you opened your lips, oh how the locked dam wished it was opened by a certain pink wet muscle). It dawned upon you though, a weight that slugged you right in the jaw. You’re not wearing any panties today. You didn’t expect Vi to just show up (not like you’re complaining though) only.. no panties?! 

You’ve always gotten wet by just her voice alone, but it usually only damages your panties. Now, you’re in uncharted territory.. you know you and Vi only do this for fun. Otherwise if she were to see you like this.. well you’d hate the fun to be over with just like that.. 

Fuck, do something to take this all away! Turn yourself off for Jannas sake! I cannot deal with this right now… 

“Did you know whales have 12 inch dicks?” You inquired her, your voice laced with tiny panic, echoing from the bathroom. Turning the water on afterwards, wetting the leaf as she asked earlier.

“Haha! W-What?!  Do I wanna know how you know that?” 

You grip your free hand on the counter of your sink, taking a deep breath. Trying to calm down, slowing your heart, but as soon as you came back, the chasing waterfalls were rainbowed to continue as you laid eyes on Vi, she was man-spreading her legs waiting for you to hand her the leaf. You know what happens after you hand her that leaf, you know  that this was what you were really waiting for… your favorite part with a smoke session with Vi, now becoming your worst nightmare..

Dammit I can’t change.. it’s gonna look too suspicious.. it’s one thing if I were to change because it’s too hot or cold but no one just ‘changes’ their pants! 

You hand her back the backwood leaf, stepping forward, your hand trembling, slightly touching her cold hands, sending shivers down your back. 

“Girl, if you do not sit down. You’re acting all scared, I won’t bite you” 

“S-Shut up”  you said with a pout, taking your seat right to back next to her, circling your middle finger on your knee. Vi began sprinkling a bit of thc magic in the brown leaf, meticulously about how big she wants to make it, which prompts her to ask a random question relating to the subject before.. 

“You got a thing for long dicks, princess?” 

“Yeah, so?” 

“From an animal?” 

“Are you an animal Violet?” 

“I fuck like one—“ Vi wanted to bite her tongue right then and there. Now why would she say that? I wonder why? Has she been thinking about such lewd things  since you mentioned dick? Or has she buckled dirty jokes in her belt? She paused her actions, and you blinked twice, leaning in a bit towards her. 

“Excuse me..? Wha- what was that?” She could hear your smile in your voice, and it only made her wanna jump into a fissure without parkouring this time.

“Nothing.. you didn’t hear that.”  She answers, proceeding her previous actions, and not fucking it up with you. She bit the inside of her cheek, punishing herself. Hopefully you let that go and never bring it up again.. which is quite doubtful. You swirl your tongue in your cheek before speaking again, “And no I don’t prefer beastiality, thank you very much.” You saying that relieved some much needed ice breaking, melting her off again, laughs fell from her uneven lips, “ Yeah? Good, glad to know.”  

The r&b playlist is over and continues to your rock playlist, you can tell Violet favors your music taste, with her subtle body movements, mimicking the beat with the tap of her foot, or the bop of her head. As she rolled, tuck, and shifted the weed in place, she’d sing a lyric quietly to herself before nearing that blunt to her lips. 

“Focused on me?” 

“Absolutely” you responded, closing your porcelain gates on your supple bottom lip.

“Good girl..”  she praised, sealing it with a lick of her pink tongue, the brown leaf finally ready and full of your favorite color. And just like that, your body quickly was hot all over, whipping your head to a wall opposite of Vi’s face. 

“O-Oh my god, never mind! I’m gonna throw myself off of a cliff “ your pitch shakey, and heightened, no mistake your heart was accepting this tune more ways than one, whereas your mind was boggled with panic. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. She’s never gone this far.. not even to get a good laugh— it was exhilarating. 

“Whaat?—I thought we were laying it on thick today” a hint of mischief coloring her tone, her eyes darting around your face, just seeing you so distraught, so distracted, so deliciously filled with steam all over your body. If she didn’t know any better she’d mistaken you for an iron right now. Witnessing you change like a chameleon in the wild, she let out a pfft from her lips, then bubbles of laughter came out of her, and you simply joined in, pink sugary giggles of joy filling the air. Like a thief you stole a peek of her laughing, her eyes closed, and nosed scrunched. 

She’s so hot.. How can someone look hot while laughing?! It’s too good to be true.

“Noooooo, I can’t” you claimed, a strained whine drowned in your words, you’d cover your face, trying to hide from her. She took note of you hiding, like a babe in the wild, finding it so adorable, seeing you get all shy just for her. 

“You can’t what?” 

“I—“ you take a breath “you’re annoying” 

“Awe, such a baby. Such a big baby, hm?” 

Holding the blunt between her lips, lighting it with a flick of her zippo lighter, which also has a Jinx signature design on it. She’s such a good big sister, not only supporting her sister's art, but also encouraging her to make personalized lighters for their shared business. It makes you think back of how many times she’s cheered you on, or simply helped you out with your big move from your parents house. You slowly moved your palms back to your lap, scooting a bit closer to her. You wanted to get her back for that comment. If she was going to go all in like that then—

“I’m always a good girl for you” 

And that comment makes her whole body jerk. Almost letting the joint fall from her lips, catching it with thinning her lips. She’d raise her hand to it, taking it out her mouth, whipping her head towards you, seeing a devilish smile plastered on your face. You were definitely the one with horns and tail right now, no mistaking it.

“Holy shit… and I’m annoying?” 

“Ah, youre blushi—ing I see it” 

“Who wouldn’t blush if you said something like that?!”  

Thank Janna, I didn’t just take a puff just now.. whew, girl trying to kill me.

She took a long drag of the joint, getting a good enough cloud in her system. Handing it to you. A little fire work in your fingertips, burning both of your worries away, a rotational celebration together. You can taste the strawberry mint gum she had before getting here, inhaling in her sweetness of a drag puffing a cloud out from your lips, passing it back to her. You’d cover your mouth, feeling a cough trying to make its way. 

“Damn this nobel—“ you cough again “what the fuck Vi? How the fuck— wow..” 

“Yeah you’re going to get high as fuck with this one, I think I perfected my green thumb.” Taking another drag of this sweet tree, tasting your lipgloss on it, usually she’d hate this from another, however you, delighted, rubbing her lips together getting it all over her mouth. Messy.., messy, messy, didn’t care and would do it again.

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After a few hours of rolling blunts back to back between the both of you, eyes hazy, and dugged into a few of your snacks, sharing old war stories with each other. You were sitting on your fluffy rug, telling her one of your personal stories, from when you were young. She doubled over in laughter, shaking with merriment, almost falling off the couch, with drops of tears in the corners of her rounds.

“No— - fucking way you said that in highschool, for the goodnews introduction!” Another laugh spilled from her lips.

“Okay listen, I didn’t say that for good news but I definitely did add to the conversation” 

“Babe, that’s the same the thing” 

“No it’s not” 

“Totally different, it was adding to conversation, mind you I got detention for spreading awareness for that news” you added, a smirk scrimping at your cheeks.

“Oh my gods,..”  she spoke with a sigh, wiping a tear away. 

“The situation is serious as fuck but the way you’re saying it is killing me” 

“I’m being deadass” you responded, shaking her thigh. 

“I know with your straight facing ass that’s why it’s funny, stupid” she said leaning towards you flicking your forehead,  you let out a little whine, receiving a dopey grin from Vi. You held your forehead, pouting at her, she went in for another flick because you started pouting finding your lil whines funny in her fuzzy head state. You got up from the floor swiftly grabbing her wrist pinning them above her head, the clouds of green swirling in your head got you feeling like you could conquer most things you couldn’t before.

“Try flicking me now, asshole” 

“You do realize, I’m stronger than you right?” 

“Have a lil faith” you responded with a shrug, Vi’s non-sobered brain not catching up to the fact that you’re extremely close to her.. it takes a minute but it gets there, and she is gradually turning red. Your tits were basically in her face, close as a kiss. Her breath became more shallow, her heart raced harder than the weed was doing her, taking a big gulp from the lewd sight. She needed to get you off of her right now, this was a line that she was not ready to cross with you, unless reciprocated. She tried moving her wrist away from you yet, the more she struggled the more you giggled and the more your two twins jiggled.

Fucking Janna, I’m gonna die like this, I’m gonna die from losing my absolute shit right now!  Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

“Off, off, off!! I swear to the gods I will flip you on this couch right now” 

“Do it, pussy”  

And so she did. 

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You stared up at her, and she down at you, 

“Well hello” 

“Still pussy?” 

The realization struck a chord, your heart was drumming up something fierce, you were petrified that she could hear your beats. Personal notes, personal vowels, personal rattles of your heart telling her out loud that you have a cr— something you fear you might have an inkling of l—-

“Y-you know what, you—are like.. Jack frost” you said in a daze, your lip quivering, oh yeah nervous had you captured alright, captured and under a really strong Violet. You had to say something, not only to distract yourself but to distract her. 

“Ho-haha- no fucking way you just said that to me?”

 No, like seriously, right now of all times? Hands above your head, gripped in her calloused hands, not moving, only inches away from each other. To a point where you could most definitely can count and see her white glimmering teeth, even the natural K9’s she has. The same K9’s she so desperately wants to drag down on your neck. Her strong jawline, that is to die for.. Not to mention her knee is slotted between your legs, nearing your wet spot might I add, actually this is perfect, distract her you fool!

“I give you that vibe?”   Her voice drips out like it’s the first oasis you ever drank from. Your body heat is radiating off of yourself sinking its fangs into her, yet cold hands grip onto yours. 

“Yes, I genuinely think you’re jack frost coded” you try again, but it’s too late. No one is distracted, this is it.

“You’re so fuckin high..”  your eyes burned for her, and hers towering over you, succumbing to those flames that you've set, the heat you wrapped her in, capturing whatever it could catch, and for once Vi was ready. Ready to be set ablaze by your warmth, and those eyes, comforting her cold body. She wanted to melt into you.

your hand moved on its own, and without protest of her icey ones, you were allowed one free hand. You reached for hers above your head only leaving a single one with your captured palm. Guiding her to your stomach. 

“Y-you, what’re you…”  her powdered blues searched yours, looking for a sign of any doubt, and there was none, just pure determination. She took a long audible gulp, and you investigated her eyes for any hint of fear, or beyond the line of this boundary, and none was there.

“What?” You questioned softly, voice oozing with desire. You flatten her hand on your stomach, another gulp down her throat. Her breath, rigid. 

She’s so warm..

Her eyes became dark, an abyss full of want, full of images of you in different positions right now. You gave her a signature move that you are quite acquainted with, staring into her left eye, then right, and her lips. 

Oh no she did not just.. oh yeah this is dangerous.. this is.. fuck..

You swiped your tongue across your bottom lip, powder blues following it as it traced its steps back inside of your mouth. Now locked on your collar bone, dragging her teeth on her bottom lip. 

“Hey..” 

“Hey..” 

Both of your eyes low lidded, taking in your energies swirling each other in. A line the both of you are at, tip toeing closer than ever, for the first time ever, you both might actually—

The phone rang, Violet's phone, knocking you both out of your daze and back to reality. It kept ringing.. Violet dipped her head in defeat, hair tickling your lips, a tiny snicker coming out of you. You spotted red ears, in her ‘sulken state’ 

“Fuck, can you..I’m sorry”  She apologized, she shifted her weight off of you, getting up gradually, not really wanting to remove herself off of you, sitting back across from you. And you sat right back up, fidgeting with your hair.

“No, no.. it’s okay I.. give me a second I need to freshen up anyway, my hair is a mess moving around so much” you claimed, pushing yourself off the couch.

“I think you look fine” 

“Yeah? Well I think I could use a little touch up..” 

“Mkay, don’t take long I’m rolling the next one after this call” 

“No I got it this time, you rolled plenty” 

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You sat on the counter of your sink, splashing some water on you to sober up, of course it only sobers a bit of you. You’re kinda glad things stopped where they were. You want to make sure the both of you are at least a bit sober before deciding to go that far. You truly  do not want either of you feeling disgusting after stepping over a line that many dare to cross. And she  the same. As she talked on the phone barely paying attention to the conversation, thinking is this okay? Should you guys cross this line? And coming to resolve she confidently decided it wasn’t right.

You finish and come back out, gloss reapplied, eye liner redone, and calm. You sat on the floor again and grabbed a wrapper, her eyes watching you as you opened it. Noticing it had too many stems in it, sucking your teeth, you got back up and threw it away, Vi still not taking her eyes off of you watching your ass move like water in those flared leggings, her eyes venturing off, noticing something different.. noticing a wet patch near your pussy. 

Oh shit.. oh.. 

“Hey I’ll call you back okay?” 

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You both sat across from each other, Vi figured you should talk real quick. And you agreed, something needed to be discussed. 

“I know we usually just fuck around but, right there on that couch—“ 

“I know, it was intense,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers.

“Do you actually want to?” She needed to hear you confirm this, she must hear you say the words, the green light or red light to both of your future endeavors 

“Yeah..”  and as soon as you said that, fireworks erupted from inside her, thankful that the feelings were shared.

“Okay, well, just so you know, haha—‘feelings mutual..”  trying to play it cool. But now is not the time to only celebrate, now it’s time to lay down some necessary values. And this can make or break for some, but for Violet she wants this to be a subject of high priority.

“I just want to be— sober, and I feel like you should too cause I’m not gonna touch you in those places unless you are fully sure and.. coherent. I mean— - l-like if you wanted to have high sex with me I’d like that to be voiced first while you're sober before, yeah. You know?” 

“Of course yeah, I actually appreciate that so much.. We…never done this before. Shifting into a new space between each other. I-I fully agree we should definitely be sober before doing anything— beyond that” 

“I mean— we- we can still do other stuff until we're both sober” 

“Mmmm, like what Lanes?” 

“I dunno, talk? Don’t mind hearing your voice too long” she said with a big stretch of her arms. You pondered on that statement, talking would be nice, maybe.. trying to get closer would be nice to and so you say-

“Tell me what you like since we got plenty of time” you told her, and a sly smile was offered to you.

Starting off in tricky waters the both of you guided each other in this boat of unknown seas, it was rocky at first, then smooth sailing helped guide you as the wind blew gently into the sail of the experience and ignorance. You got to know her better on a sexual level and seeing her a little nervous made you tinker your bell of laughter. Vi was getting a little more cocky with her words of what she gets into, takes the golden dust off of you and back to a blooming mess. And for you, she listened to you, focused on every word that fell from your lips. She’s heard you say inappropriatiacy before, though not like this, her eyes widened like saucers, shocked that you're into something more rough,  gentle, things that she hasn’t explored yet. 

You were like a present wrapped in pretty cutesie designs with a leather bow on top for her. 

She eventually sat down on the floor with you as both talked about past experiences of your likes and dislikes, melting off that pressure from each other no longer sculpted icicles, now a pools of serenes. 

You laughed, placing a hand on her, grazing your fingers tips on her chest pulling your hand back towards you, her eyes following them back away. She effortlessly reached for your hand holding it, putting both of your hands on her warm lap, back to your eyes admiring you, finally feeling less anxious to stare deep into you.  The way she could tell that you lived such a happy life, your smile lines peeking through with every joke she’d tell you, every little angered brow you’d make when she teased something about you, poking those wrinkles away. The way she could make you easily flustered, she was fallin’ deep for you in this moment. And you, being so close to her, being able to eye her body language, her biting her finger tip, squinting her eyes, with her smile that resembled seeing the first day of spring again. You were both now well beyond unknown islands, explored your forests, your seasons, and finally felt a little more daring.

“Is this seat taken?”  You questioned, with that small shy smirk of yours, scooting closer to her,  Vi stared down at you and damn.. you really are a gift to see up close.

“Mm.. huh?” 

“Is this-“ you tap her clothed leg, “seat, taken?” Violet eyes dilated so quick from the way you asked her, as direct as you can be. 

“My lap?” 

“Yeah?” 

She leaned back palms that were flat, now fingers gripping your rug,  shaking her head no, and you plopped your plush ass on her, slotted right in between her thighs, nearing her crotch so close. After a while she gets comfortable with you on her lap as if it’s natural to be like this with you, moving her hand to your hip, thumbling your side.

“You know, when you said I’m like Jack frost, which was completely outta of nowhere” you gave her a quick pap on her chest, her snickering from your bashfulness 

“Stop playing with me, I was high, okay?” You rolled your eyes, paired with a thin lipped smile.

“Well if I’m Jack frost, then you must be the tooth fairy” 

“Really?— What about me gives the tooth fairy?” you asked, with a playful offended hand on your chest.

“You have all these little facts in that head of yours— - you talk really fast when you’re being bossy, you really like getting up—“ she leaned into your face “ real close to me at times, like this..and they had a little chemistry going on.”  

“Oh is that what this is?” 

“Is that what you want?”

You stare intensely into each other's eyes , you nodded without a word. Your hand finds its way by her ear, tracing little hearts on her cold silver piercing, her ear wiggles a bit with each brush. Violet bites the insides of her cheek trying to hold back her laugh, and you just find it cute that her ears are so sensitive. Your sun beam light lifted the roses from her body in full bloom, and her moonlit shine rose your h2o with ease, not just between your lips but your body felt gravity go from grounded to zero, bringing you both to finally do what suns and moons do best. A rarity that only some can see in once of a lifetime, she raised her hand to yours, fiddling around with your fingers until the both of you pressed against each other palms, eclipsing each other with such tenderness. 

“You’re beautiful..” she confessed 

“Huh, no I’m not..” you rejected her compliment, a slight shadow crippled like a mirror, you never told her you didn’t find yourself pretty, beautiful no less. She cups your cheek into her palm

“That breaks my soul that you don’t know..” 

Your eyes dilate, sharing a long gaze in her natural powder blues, your lips find themselves moving again “do you really.. think..”  She would love to be the one to remind you every day that no matter what, the form you take, the colors you’ve painted in her murals of life will never fade, will never escape, and always be found again and again, your colors that you splatter on her world could never be mistaken as for anything less than beauty. 

“You’re the definition of beauty, princess.. I promise you that.” 

You really want to kiss her right now, but you want to respect her boundaries, checking in within yourself if you are not mistaking cloud nine in the midst of green clouds. You were absolutely sure, it was clear. And so—

“Sober?”  You ask her

“Sober enough to know I want you” Vi replied,Her hands caress your neck, feeling the short hairs twine with her brisk fingers. Her other tracing your jaw. Vi basked in stretched out time for your lovely eyes, then traveled down to your glossed lips, begging to be kissed. She inched closer to you, your eyes came to a close.

“Been wanting to do this since I walked in here” she said before, finally closing that gap between you both. A quick peck, before you pulled away.  

“again” Vi tells you, eyes dark, pulling you in like a black hole.

You peck at her lips again. Now you’re just teasing her, a tiny evil smile perks on your lips.

“Again, rougher—- don’t hold back”  she demanded, and you submit to her orders this time. You moved, slicing the distance in half, your arms finding purchase around her neck, tilting your head, and gluing it all with a gentle kiss. Soon gentleness was thrown out the window the more that hunger festered inside, together like a storm, thundering, lightning electrifying that same kiss. Vi didn’t expect your lips to have her so out of place, her brows furrowed with confusion, on why this kiss felt so different from the many she has with different women. She let out satisfied hums between the perfectly locked lips, like two puzzle pieces that were lost in a box and the other had to be searched for years later before fitting each other. Frustrations, tensions, and long awaited touches, felt all the while through kissing, she nipped at your bottom lip like a curse for waiting this long. And you, licking her top, like an apology. Your lips were so soft, so enriched with flavor, sticky, it didn’t matter, she pulled you closer to her, whimpering for more. 

You could feel her scar tickling your sensitive lips, only making you let out more lewd whines. Your body felt as though you were going to meet the gods themselves from how good she’s making you feel, with only just kisses. Bodies pulsating, hearts beating in tandem, a deep groan in agreement that this kiss was long overdue, feeling the vibrations from her body, pooling another wet and hot mess in your leggings. Your hands begun moving, feeling her veins in her neck, fingers in search of her hair, pulling it as the kiss got more tantalizing. A high pitched mewl coming out of Vi. 

Oh, so you have a thing for hair pulling, I can work with that.

Her hand that was once exploring your jaw, now finding itself new temptations, slightly gripping your neck, your eyelids fluttering at the touch, tickling strings of moans into her mouth, and boy was she delighted to know that, she is going to have fun with you. 

“S-So good” she lets out

“Wanna leave you breathless..”  you said between breaths

“Make me then..” 

You chase each other like you’re both dopamine  like a fever dream, wanting more and more of each other. Such a greedy mess you both are. She slips her tongue in, and gods this is even better. Her hand lays upon your hip, soft and plushy, and grips it in her hand, getting a fullfist of your inuinal crease. It surprises you so you yelp, and that surprises her, both of you getting carried away with positions, toppling over one another. Still not taking a break from kissing, even though now you both have fallen with a giggling Violet on top of you, and you a chuckling mess below. Inhaling a sharp breath as her hand makes way, down to the fat of your thigh, taking big squeezes of you. She can’t believe that she gets to touch you like this, fully going crazy in her mind that you feel so good, you taste so good, you are so good.  

Wrapping a leg around her waist pulling her in, and her humming a cute tune of blissful mhm’s in your mouth. You pulled away, panting in tandem, like a hot summer's day,  you felt as though you were up above beyond words that compare. Vi gazed at your eyes, then those now swollen lips, and damn was she entranced. 

“Fuck, didn’t know you could taste like that” 

“Probably gives you a good idea of how much you’re missing down there”  

“Oh is it now?”  She says, now sitting on her brawny forelegs, you loosen your thighs grip a bit for her. Watching her as she takes off her shirt, revealing a pink sports bra, and good gods, those abs, might as well pull up a pink coffin and fucking pass out ‘cause those are to die for.  Those 8 prominent ridges, going bump, bump, bump, bump, down to her V line… eyeing that part for longer than a beat. Which gives you a bit of insight that those peeking carpets might fully match just like the drapes. Then flick back to her eyes, something’s different, before they matched a morning blue sky, but now, they matched midnight.. 

She pulls you back by the wrist into her chest, holding you by the small of your back, peppering kissing on your cheeks and your neck, you beamed another smile, and she kissed that too, and you kissed her back, chuckling away with each other. 

“Damn, I.. I really can’t believe—” 

“What?” 

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are, genuinely. You are amazing.” 

“Oh stop” you said as you strip your top off.

“No seriously, I’m— 

Revealing a light blue lacey bra that did not hide those perky nips of arousal. It was the organza that showed them perfectly, spinning Violet's head around like a carousel.

“—astonished” 

“You’re not bad yourself”  You start, 

“I mean beyond the sex appeal. You really are charming, like.. extremely exquisite. I wish.. I could—“

You heart beat, time slowed, you could hear it in your ears, it was like a beat unknown to you, or maybe familiar… 

“You could, what?” She asks, her eyes again, taking you somewhere else, putting a pause on life itself.. 

Am I fa.. oh.. I am.. I definitely am..

“I want to make a personal word for you, because you’re more than just pretty, Violet” you answer, eyes averting her gaze, heat rising to your face.  She cupped your left cheek, and your eyes found their way to those blues again, her face was beat red, yet she smiled, staring at you like you're the most gorgeous person on earth. (Which you are like duh)  the air becomes light again, both breaths, both chests rise and dive. She lifts her hand near your bosom, taking a quick glance at you if it’s okay, and you nod. She grazed her thumb against your nipple, you inhaled another sharp breath, then slowly back to rise and fall. The more she circled, the more your legs clenched. She still remembers there's a wet patch between those legs, an oasis that she’d like to drink from as soon as possible.. 

“Let’s get you out of these, yeah?”  you replied silently with a little mhm coming out of you, helping her slip off your flared leggings with repose. Legs on obverse sides of her body. She was the opposite of disappointment seeing that you had no panties on, yet amazed with how much has been going on down there. Her eyebrows raised, huffing out a laugh, “You’re up next, joker” rolling her eyes, however those ear tips of hers are more pink than her hair now.  She threw your leggings behind the couch.  She unclipped your bra with one hand, slipping it off swiftly and throwing that pair in the same place as your pants, keeping them both with clothed company, and most likely forgotten until.. well who knows how long you’ll both be busy for——

-Read your diary by Maneskine 🧠💄

The way her tits sat in her bra, I like those very much.. I want to..your mind drifted off wondering how her breast felt? Would she like to be touched there? And a strike of memory does hit you, she mentioned she does have sensitive breast. So you sat up, prickling at the curiosity, staring hard at her pink sports bra. 

“You wanna feel em’?”  You couldn’t even say it out loud, giving her an eager nod, and she captured your hand, leading you to what your eyes set on that allures your desires. You cup her breast, and they’re so..  impressive, soft and pillowy. Your mouth was in despair of a drought, needing to taste something of her. And those tits were exactly what called your palate. However, you wanna take your time with someone like this.. you want her to remember you and you remember her.  You moved into her neck, lip tracing her pulse points, noisey shlicks coming from your lips coming into contact with her neck. 

“Mm.. fuck”  words falling from her lips, the way she just moaned fuck for you, buzzing in your ears, stroking your growing ego. You tongue swirls against her freckled skin, her breath slowing, moving your hand that cups her breast, slipping it inside her bra, circling a finger on her pebbled nipple. 

“Mmhm, you like that don’t you..” you comment, voice seasoned with cockiness. Vi, hands migrating to your bare back, taking rough, and smooth touches of your blades, your spine, and reaching down to the pierced dimples of your arse. She gulps, feeling the cold metals, she's never come across a person with something like this, so excuse her for her curiosity but that mind of hers is going wild with dangerous thoughts. She wanted to bend you over on that armrest right now.. just to get a better look at those piercings.  

She let out a satisfied groan, as you bit her neck, pulling her back out of those thoughts and what you’re doing to her in the presence. Lollying her head back, fluttering those violin strings, causing her to grip a piece of your ass. You bit harder from the pleasure of her grip, which prompted her to spread your cheek, stretching your pulsating hole, letting out another grunt, and holy fuck, you loved her strong hands stretching it like that. You needed her to pound those fingers inside of you, you were starving for it.

“Take this off” you adjured, snapping her bra back in place. That sting, any other time she’d tell someone to fuck off with that, but you, something about you made her want to listen like a good girl. She slipped off her bra throwing it somewhere aimlessly, revealing an arrow shaped piercing on her right nipple. It was vital that you sucked that one immediately.

“Why only one?” You questioned, and she just shrugged, you licked the bottom of your lip, nearing the right of her breast. Pink, pink, pink, damn does she love pink, wonder if she admires her pink nipples too, huh.. Flicking your tongue on the center, she jerked up, inhaling sharp breaths with each flick, while massaging that piece of ass she still was gripping. And gods was it making you flood over, body in full depths of lust. “S’fine, need you..” she moaned quietly. You wrapped your lips around that pink nipple of hers and got to work. Her hips stuttered, pleading to fuck you like this, but she’s a good girl, so she’ll wait and wants you to have your fun.  Licking and suckling her nipple like it's the missing oasis, spit dripping down her perfectly painted canvas of a body.  The metals clicked and clattered  against your teeth, turning her on even more. Sounds like asmr the way you are delighted to lick her up. Feeling how your tongue can do many tricks, tricks that she isn’t even familiar with, melting her into your hot sun rays of a mouth. She’s biting back so many moans, she can’t let you know that only a bit of nipple play has her mind going to mush. Your fingers carefully grazing her happy trail and dammit she can’t hold back anymore.  Releasing her teased nipple woth a pop.

“Ahng, please, please!” 

“Please what, baby?” You quizzed, kissing her swollen nipple, staring up at her eyes.  You are so fucking sexy, those eyes said let me show you how you can feel good.  You were curious of course, you were down right full of bundles of thoughts all coming back to sound exactly alike: what else ticks her brain..? 

“Touch me, feel me..” 

“Where? Tell me where to go, Violet”  you told her voice coming out soft, sultry, drunk on your cloud like tone, she grasped onto your hands putting the both of them on different sides of her grey joggers, words fail her, she can’t bring herself to say it outloud, and you don’t force her to either. “lie down for me, pretty”, and so she did, lifting her legs up as you took her joggers off nice and slow, and just like a present, you were able to witness a sight to behold, as if Achelous decided to visit her and bless you with another river of elation waters. Those black boxers were done for.. all from a bit of titty play. Maybe even more before that? Your fingertips graze the rough edge of her boxers, biting her lip with anticipation. Though, you didn’t take off her boxers.. not just yet. You gradually made way to her puffed lips, that were obviously  being tortured in such a wet mess of clothing.. pressing lightly of her bundle of nerves, on instinct she grabbed your wrist, her breath came out shakey and weak, making your eyes travel to hers,  she was slacked jawed, looking needy, and begging to be fucked. You enjoyed how wet she was under those black boxers, like a sensory toy for you, you could do this for hours if you wanted, and she’d let you, she’d beg, being on the brink of tears for you to eat her out. Though, she’d let you do just that, she trusts that you could make her feel good even through something as that.. torturing her cunt from not giving her your mouth right away. Fuck.. just thinking about it has her clenching her thighs togerther, then releasing again for you to keep touching her. 

“I know you want it, I know.. but you’re just gonna have to be good for me, Violet. Can you be good for me?” 

She released her hand from you, combing her fingers through her head, letting out a whimpered mhm, “need your mouth so bad” she urged, 

You went back to your mission though, massaging her lips through her drowned clothed pussy, she rolled her hips with so much want, rolling to your rhythm, chasing your touch. She covered her face with both palms as you and her did this, so cute, so shy.  Not letting you see how pathetic she can really look like as you tease her cunt. 

“Mm, look at her, crying out for more. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” 

“Y-yesh..” she answered, hips jerking up as you near her clitoris again, she needed you badly. So, so bad. Yet, she can’t lie— she loves the way you're taking your time.  Like you really want her to know how much you’ve been wanting her, not rushing a thing. You reach back up to the lining of her boxers once more, gripping them with your index fingers.

“Up, baby” you told her, she complied with a saturated groan,  slipping them off down to her legs, tossing them to the side. You laid down next to her.  She was still not removing her hands from her face, leaving her large nose peeking through. 

So cute..

“Hey, Vi.. can you look at me?” 

She slowly uncovered her face, seeing your face,  taking in the air that rips from her when she lays eyes down at you. Her hair somewhat sticking to her forehead, you wanted to kiss that too. 

“There she is.. my good girl.”  And there goes another Niagara falls down her legs. Goosebumps prickled the back of her neck hearing you say that. ‘My good girl’ she repeated it in her head over and over, ah, she but the inside of her cheek, fighting back her overwhelming excitement. 

Keep it cool… keep it cool.. do not over do it. She just called you that because of the mood. Don’t read into it…

“You’re such an ass hole..but yeah, I’m your good girl.”  Yet, she let it out regardless, and checked if you were upset that she referred to herself as that, instead you were ecstatic to hear her affirm it, though…You slapped her cunt for that ‘asshole comment’ not letting that go and she let out such a high pitched moan, instantly covering her mouth. “Oh? Is that it then?”  You said grinning. Giving you a grunted ‘mhm’. She’s going to get you back for that just wait!

You scoot back a bit so you can get a good view of her pussy, her bush was so fluffy, and covered with shlick, you wanted to mix yours with hers, you were dizzy for it. Suddenly she pulled you back in for another kiss, and you melted right back into her, rocking her hips as she does so, pulling moan after moan from you, as her nipples poked yours, sending frissons down your back. You could feel her hand nearing your lips, but hovering.. you pull away noticing her hesitation to touch your slit, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable but you instead tell her, encouraging that-

“Hey..I w-want us, shared, each to each, don’t worry. I’m ready. Are you?” You tell her, looking into her eyes full of want.

“I want the same as you— I’m  ready, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable and.. I don’t want to fuck this up.”She admits, 

“You won’t, I promise.” You said, and she nodded, sure of every move she can take with you, relieved that she can go this far with you. Her fingers sliding against your sticky wet slick, she hasn’t even tasted you yet. Already feeling your pussys analeptic effect. Just hearing your pussys slutty sounds, shlicking as she slides them slowly back and forth between those lips. Taking a nice and long taste of you in her mouth then back to your cunt. Tasting your flavors, flavors she’s bringing out of you, tasting so good for her, mmf she desired more and more. She circled your clit with her middle and ring, she felt upon you with such care, searching for that tick. You squirmed a bit and especially more after finding your spot, right near the top and little to the left. She just wanted to help you feel good, repeating the same thing she does when she masturbates. Flabbergasted that you feel that spot too, she bit back a shit eating grin, as she watched you grip onto her, sliding your hands on her muscular arms. Vi was in total euphoria seeing you like this, it was a lascivious sight, and only for her eyes to see.  Feeling her callous fingers like ridges of delight, tickling and buzzing that spot.  You were chasing that feeling, your gorgeous tits bounced with your motions of crave. That sensation sent waves of fuzz straight to your parietal lobe. Making you arch your back, holding her bicep for support. You released a cracked filthy whine, all for Vi to drink in. 

You were fevering for her cunt, sliding your hand down slipping your fingers on her outer labia, opening them and closing them with your two fingers, “fuckin teasing me like that, princess?” She asked and fully gasped when you explored her dripping cunt, nearing her throbbing clit, slow meticulous circles on that whiney bud. Her need grew, shallow breaths  the more you touched her. It felt too good, so good that she couldn’t help but buck her hips, squeezing her thighs to stimulate her clit. She hissed for more, feeling her mouth water from the inside, gulping down her drool. “M-more.. I want more, babe— mmf, please?”  

“Need, y-your fingers, f-fuck.” 

“Need you to fuck me, fuck me real good, hm?“ she had you spinning the way she was begging.  You slid one finger in, and she lolled her head back, arching towards you, panting vigorously, tits shaking like she’ll erupt any second. “More!” She mewled, and you added another. “W-Wanna feel full of you..”  you went in and out of her delicious cunt, squelching noises from each thrust of your fingers. She felt so warm, your fingers felt at home in this sopping wet cunt. Feeling you all inside her, curling your fingers, touching parts she can’t reach, god she wants to ride your fingers, but she’s too drunk on that feeling to move, until she remembers she wants to see you like this too. She slid in a finger in you, giving you a mischievous grin, and you slacked jaw at the sudden filling, you needed that, feeling those strong fingers fuck you so slow, one finger , and you trying your best not to close your thighs, moaning  like you’re in heat.(you were.) and another until a ring of cream and shlick formed around her fingers, the sight was so fucking hot, you were just all sorts of surprises. Her ears buzzed with every moan she got out of you. Your voice, itched nerves that need that certain scratch, hard to reach but so satisfying to have. You both played with each other, moans filled the air, ooo’s and ahnngs’s fell from your lips, strings of slick engulfed your hands, shared kisses, and bites, and licks from each other.  Both of you in utter bliss, heart beats drumming together, you bit her lip stretching it towards you, releasing it back to her, she couldn’t hold it any longer, she wanted to cum with you so bad. She grabs your shoulders bucking her hips, jerking uncontrollably as you thrust and curl your fingers in her sodden wet cunt.

 You were sure that if you kept them in there long enough they’d wrinkle from how wet she is, and how long she relished to keep you inside, you’d  do anything to keep the faces she was making. Didn’t care how long it took, or tired you be, this was being high but she was the substance, her moans, her twitches, her gasps, fuck her fucked out everything, you gave her more and more, the slick was getting outta control, splashing around her toned thighs, even some getting on your cunt.. You wanna make her squirt, you don’t care that it would get on your floor, the rug, fuck the rug, just fuck her til she sees stars.

You’d watch each other's faces become rich with need, then glancing at different parts of each body part that would throw you over the edge, wanting to cum together. Yet..

“Ahn,nngh I cant, b-baby I can’t, I’m c-cum..” 

“My sweet girl— -cum for me, it’s okay, I’m right here”  you coo’d to Vi as her walls got tighter, harder to thrust, yet you kept going for her until she bucked nice and hard, she’d pulled you into an embrace, smashing her lips against yours, having you swallow her moans, your eyes rolling behind your head, overstimulated, squeezing your thighs as you felt her come undone in your hands.  So warm, so tight, her jerking became much harder, holding you tighter, sticking her tongue near the roof of your mouth, whimpering loudly, you gave her a few more good pumps, hearing something wet come out of her with each thrust. You were in love with this warmth, whether it came from inside or out.. you loved the sensation of her cumming. Her body slowly relaxed into you, she’d nuzzle her head into your neck, and using your free hand you rubbed her scalp, coo’ing sweet nothings in her ear softly, she didn’t say much just mmm’s . Pulling away, she stared at the mess between her legs. 

Damn, she really did fuck me good.. I can get used to this..  

Is what she would have thought until she saw the other mess she made on your rug. 

“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” 

“Wh-why?” 

“I just made a mess on your rug, I-“ 

You pull her into a hug, your lips nearing her ear “Violet, I don’t mind— keep doing it.. in fact  do it again, but this time.. in my mouth”  you said in a voluptuous tone, perking her ears. You kissed her ear and she just melted. Well in that case since all is well…

“Wanna taste you, please?”  She whispered in your ear. Sending nerves upon nerves to rise and scream for her. You nodded eagerly.  She coated your neck with frantic wet kisses, untying little bows of your fantasies feeling her enchanting scar against your skin, a smile played at your lips from her frenzy of greed. Decorating hickeys on your collar bone, soothing it with a long and rich swipe of her tongue, her ears delighted to hear your beautiful voice, sweet tones poured out of your mouth, her heart fluttering from each vowel. 

 Touring down to your breast, that glowed under your light, the shine on them was mesmerizing, the way they felt in her hands felt like she was intruding on an artist finished work. Like you shouldn’t be in her hands you should be in a museum, but selfishly like any artist admirer would do, she wants to keep you in sight of her own, even if she wasn’t the one that made you. She couldn’t let someone else see these.  Just touching them feels like she’s healing; a lenitive feeling.  Kissing them was even better, you’d feel her tongue tracing your areolas, swirling her tongue, suckling them as if something would come out, your head would tilt back, moaning how good it feels, squeezing your thighs together from how much she made a mess on your chest. 

Trailing kisses down your sternum, licking your ribcage as if you could ever give more, feeling out your thighs again, squeezing them again, til she got to her destination, your stomach, kissing your tummy, biting it a little. And when she laid eyes on your puffy lips, it was as if her eyes became cat-like, zoned in on her favorite thing in the world.

“So pretty” she said before taking a long stripe against your outer labia, needing to tease you a bit, she wants to help you build yourself back up, it felt weird being tickled in that way, like she was pressing her pink muscle against places that were shocked to be touched like that, it sent tingles all around your dripping cunt. You’d buck your hips at her without your control, even your body knew that this sensation was immense, filling your brain with haze. She knew she’d had you under her thumb the more you kept bucking for her, urging her to try other places. She obliged to your silent begging, giving you a kitten lick on your stressed out bundle, you let out a bellyached croak. A short humorous laugh escaped her, her breath sending shivers up to your neck, “please..” you begged, “okay, okay, I’ll stop.”  and when she meant she’ll stop, gods she meant it, she’d roll her tongue against you, slow, a rhythmic pace, that had you grinding against her face. Crying out her name, like it was a prayer, and she answered every last one of them. Fervorous whines and moans against your divine folds, bud intensified with lust. 

She lapped desperately against your throbbing clit, you’d squirm on the floor, feeling your skin drag against the fluffy rug, tickling your back, and rough hands gliding against your plump thighs. The taste of you overwhelmed her the nerves of her brain, she kept thinking she needs to carve this into her memory. To think back on every twitch, and hitch of your breath makes when she flicks her tongue a certain way. She needs to make sure when she goes home, she can masturbate to this memory over and over again. She was savoring your juices that flowed down her mouth, not being able to catch it all frustrated her, soft groans against you— liberated your pussy. Your sweet tang fulfilling her appetite for you, making her moan against your body, circling her tongue around your hard bud, she wanted more. 

“Pl-please suck on it.. I.. Vi please..”  you whined, that little whine of her name coming out of your mouth your sounds sent jolts straight to her abdomen, she gave you a mhm’ before, clinging onto your thigh, she’d open her mouth to wrap her soft lips around your bundle of nerves, all the while licking it with the tip of her tongue and that send you feeling something snap within you, you gripped her hair, and pulled her in more bobbing her head into your pussy. The heat you emitted was a dangerous combination with your squelching pussy. A cunt too good to just be ate, no she had to devour you with everything she had. Especially as an apology for getting your rug all wet.

“Feels so good,nngh!” 

She’d wiggle her fingers asking you silently if you’d like that too. Not taking a break to pull away from your gushing cunt.

“Fuck yes, please, stick them inside me” you implored stretching out the ‘me’ with a strained moan.  She slipped one, then two, your legs shaked and almost trapped her in your thighs, stopping only one while the other shooked on the left side of her face.  She rubbed little circles around your restrained thigh, and for some reason that made it feel ten times better, like she was unwinding your hips to help you release. Her mouth felt like the best squishy suction cup ever, and her nose, god her nose felt good too, loved when it grazed you a bit, she was getting real good and up in there for you. 

Her fingers pounded more into you, as you bucked your hips.  Vi, squeezing your ass so your clit would jump more, bingeing your every move. She reached up to grab one of your tits, pawing at it, and dammit that was it! A couple of rubs from your nipples and her sucking on you like she was starving— melted you from the insides. Like a volcano that’s been needing to erupt for thousands of years, you rumbled and tumbled and finally releasing, feeling your bud throb in her mouth as you let go, her holding your hips, indenting them with her rough fingers, the orgasm feeling all the more rippling inside of you, you had no choice but to arch in her arms. Quivering legs until you finally relaxed, she crawled up to your tummy for sanctuary, laying her head on top of you, panting, “G-Gods….” 

“Y-You alright?” You asked exhausted, playing in her hair, and she hummed lovingly against your stomach, twining your fingers with her fuchsia locks. She is so close to your warm body, she’s practically sticking to you ”ye-, give me a moment..” 

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When you both regained your energy, it was another trial of fucking to get to, it was as if that one moment unfolded and gave you the code to pandoras box of wonders, you had Violet standing up on against your wall, if this was dream I bet you’d  never want to wake up from it. And speaking of dreams, Violet felt like she was walking on clouds the way you traced your fingers on her thighs, it’s been a while since someone appreciated them. Every time you touched her it felt like a song, a personal symphony sung from her nerves, crying out to gods that she was safe with you. If her soul was bare she’d let you touch that too.  You massage the back of her legs trickling your way up to her buttocks, a shallow-slow breath emerges from her, your breath embracing her drenched pussy. A delectable thing to witness, your orbs turning to saucers, you’re about to eat out Violet lanes, it was nerve wracking.  Fingering her is one thing, seeing her pussy swallow your fingers was amazing, but this is different. You stare up at her body, admiring her entire. This god of a woman was standing in front of you, biting her knuckle, averting her gaze from you. Shy little thing, but what does she need to be shy about? She’s a strong, beautiful, relentless person. Every scar from each fight, every back breaking muscle, the pieces of her mirror broken yet glued with gold by herself was completely in puddy within your hands. ‘Bout time someone reminds her that she deserves more, whether it’s through pleasing her, flattery, or simply taking care of her. And right now you have that chance to take care of her.. and hopefully you can do a mass of any want she could ever desire. As much work she’s put into herself, you’d be grateful to even support just as she to and for her.

“Thank you”, you said before diving in her lips, spreading them with your tongue, and from that first lick, she had to hold your head, and the wall to keep herself steady. Biting back a loud one at that, you kept going though, slow and precise, until you noticed her rolling her hips against your face. She used to only think this would happen in her next life, as many night shed traced your touches on her, craving for summer to come again so you’d have more places to lay your hands on, when you’d share a laugh bumping into her chest, laughing in it when you couldn’t get back up from one of her jokes. Even a simple hug when your warmth would linger could be enough for her to fantasize you holding her as she gave you the best strokes of your life. And she knows she’d do a good job at it, she just didn’t know today would be that day you’d be kissing her clit in ways that have her knees almost buckling. Holding her thighs so tightly, massaging them as you painted slow brushes to her pulsating mantle, and slurped her sweet fluids. 

“Mhm, use my mouth baby, use it” you’d say, and she waul from it.  Sticking two fingers inside of her, moving them like the waves of the ocean, and her hips followed as such.

“Mmf, d-don’t do that, Gonna cum quick with you talking like that.. hngh, ah—, yes, yes, oh—my gods! Yes—s..” 

You could taste everything from her, her worries, her love, her fights, everything , it was enthralling, had her rambling nonsense as you replace your fingers with something more entrancing, sliding your tongue inside of her fluttering hole.  You completely lost in it, and she was lost in your eyes, heart going crazy, wanted to leap out and kiss you itself, she bit down on her lip, whimpering your name every now and then. You kept playing with her cheeks the whole time, gripping on her fat ass, spreading it ever so often, slapping them, whatever whichway, it helped you immensely, she bucked harder into your mouth as you did that each time she whimpered your name. You pulled away for only a second to breathe, and she fiercely pulled you back, moaning her name in her pussy. 

“I’ll..ha—h fuck.. I’ll l-let you know when you can stop licking”

Well fuck if you’re gonna be down there for so long, you figured tracing your name on her clit wouldn’t be a bad idea, she’d moan and laugh at your constant traces of your name on her. Though, she did enjoy your tongue plenty.. You didn’t just want her to only get head, no you wanted to entertain her too, so what better way to do it on this floor? You pulled away again and she cried a gargled moan out. 

“Vi baby?” 

“Mhm? Y-yes?“ she asked looking down at you, not ripping her eyes from your siren calling self.

You planted both your feet on the floor, crouching, she tilted her head if you were about to get up, but no, you went back to stuffing your face full of her sodden cunt swirling circles around her bud, she was slacked jaw from the way you use your air against your tongue to thrum it against her jittering pink nub. She couldn’t  remove her eyes from you, looking down at you but noticed something different.. you were moving your ass while giving her head, and fuck was she entertained, you felt her clit get even harder as she watched your ass moved up and down, ripples moving as you stared deep into her eyes, those sexy eyes of yours plus your arse, those piercing, then massaging her clit with your lips, sending her on a different atmosphere. 

“Need to fuck you.. I need to fuck you everywhere…” 

“Fuck me after you cum for me, pretty” 

“You’re so l-ah! So fucking lucky..”  if she wasn’t damn near buckling her knees over this head your giving she’d fuck you senseless right now. Tongue fucking her again as her hair tickled your nose and once you giggled it had her yelp bending over into you, 

“Awe, fuck! Yes baby!” She blubbered on and on how it felt so good.

You mumbled against her pussy and it talked right back to you, curling her tongue to cup her clit, flicking it giving her a more heavy sensation of your tongue, Vi was at the edge of your mercy, ready to just fall into your mouth the way you swallowed her up. You began rolling your hips, your heat aching for her as it dripped on the floor. You’d flatten your tongue letting her take control for a bit. 

“Just like this” she whispered 

“Just like this baby, mm..” 

She came undone again, hips stuttering against your face as she cradled your head, moving it the way she wanted to move it, pulling your hair abit, making your roll your eyes back from that feeling and once she was done using you like a toy you’d flick your eyes up at her, gazing at her fucked out face, you were adorably stuck, a little smile growing on your lips. You were still awkward about how you presented yourself, yet she once again melted that down from you. A puddle under you and puddle were you. She cupped your face holding you, thumbing your cheek, admiring your glistening face, swollen lips.

“I like you, I like you— a lot..” 

“Mhm—-like..me some more, love.”  You replied

“Will do..” She said leaning her head back to the wall taking another breather. Her eyes lingered around the room, landing on the couch.

 perfect.

“Get your sexy ass up on that couch, and open those legs up.” She demanded

“Oh? Someones trying to be in charge” you teased, rising up from the floor,

“I’ve always been in charge— just… a girl can’t enjoy herself?” 

“You’ve been enjoying yourself alright” you said turning on your heel sauntering your way to the couch, Vi giving you a quick smack on your ass, you snickered, rolling your eyes from her lil bravado. Taking a seat  on the arm rest, watching her walk over to you, damn did she look good naked, and walking just took it to another level of sexy. 

You lounged your elbows on the edge of you couch tilting your head. You’d lick the bottom of your lip with a   quick motion. 

“Why are you looking at me like you wanna pounce on me?” 

“Maybe I do” 

“You’re gonna have to put a pin on that cupcake” she commented, gliding her hands on your hips, “wanna try something for you”  giving you a quick wet kiss, turning you around, facing her, back against nothing. Only a shove could place you right into the cushions, but Vi has that in store later.  She’d grasp a full piece of your ass in her hand, thumbing around your dimple piercing, kissing up your neck. She would draw her name out on your stomach right before she reached your slit, running her finger tips along her new well used toy, curious how much you could take. She glides through your folds with ease, her fingers were becoming a favored familiar feeling, your walls took well to her, not putting up a fight, never drying out. She shlicked in another.  

Her eyes low lidded, staring at your already quivering lip, she didn’t move her fingers just yet, she let them stay there for a bit, warming her up, as your honeyed waters flowed in her hand. 

“Wanna take three?” 

“Mhm, stretch me out..” and as soon as you gave her the green light, she slid one more in your crying calcifer, “Yeah.. there you go”, she said sinking them in, three knuckles deep  into your needy heat,  your hands found there way on her back holding her close, letting out pornohraphic moans, the sound of your arousal going in and out and in and out, echoing wall to wall, not missing a beat from wherever the noise came from next, littering your neck with more wet kissing cooing you that you can take it,  in your ear, turning you on even more. 

“Gonna take real good care of you..”  she kept going, stuffing you full, her thrust became more rough as time went on, you could feel power coming from her workouts in your greedy little cunt, it was too much but just enough to have you drooling. You’d move your hands to her shoulders, steadying yourself on her, grinding your hips to feel more. 

“You like being filled don’t you? Mhm— oh you like that word filled?, don’t think I didn’t see that clit twitch when I said that” 

You laid your head on her exposed chest, hiding yourself from your face, now understanding why, it was so embarrassing for someone to see you completely in utter disbelief with ribboned hornyness ironed on your face. A truth that you could easily see through, that you were a horny mess. Whining and whimpering against her, feeling the vibrations of your voice, foggying up her head with just you pleading for her to fuck you harder. 

“Mhm, yeah.. c’mere, bring your ass closer so I can suck on those pretty tits” 

Popping one of them in her mouth as she made work with your clit with her thumb, 

“Had so mush fum with mime, mashty girl…” she babbled with a wet nipple in her mouth, all of it was sending waves to your head and thighs. With grooved crafted long fingers making there permanent dips in your bed of incalescent, you barely being able to focus on anything. 

She aided your backdoor arousal, unknowingly, as she noticed you rolling your hips again, in doing so using her free hand moving your plush arse to rub against the couch,  stimulating your body the best she can. 

You cried when she pulled away from your swollen sweet pebbled nip, shutting you quick with a hand that was once gripping your cheek now around your throat. She slant her head to the side, her eyes trailed down to your tits, then her plunging fingers in your tight cunt, “hear that? That’s you about to cum..” 

“So this is what we’re gonna do, okay? You’re gonna be halfway off the couch, while I take another taste of you. Good? Good..” 

Fucking angel fallen from the golden gates..

She took away her soaked fingers and sucked the slick off of them real nice and slow for you, pushes you to bend backwards on the couch, pulling your legs around her head, going back in for seconds. 

“Good girl, mm you’re so good..’mmm”  she said taking a long swathe of your pussy, slurping a ton of you, you knew her tongue was long but goodness gracious it was tracing the rugae of your cunts walls.  You tried to touch your clit as she used her tongue to thrust in you but she smacked it away, and slapped the top your pussy, making you clench on her. And boy did that feel good, her soft muscle of a tongue felt so different, you were gripping the cushions of the couch, reaching for the head of it to grip its edge, something because your mind was slowly breaking. 

She gripped her arms tighter helping you get closer in her mouth, yanking you back and forth, your ass  dragging against the material of the couch, spinning your head around, and another snap went as a pitch of your whine like a symphony spread throughout the room as your legs shake uncontrollably. Vi could feel your body pulsate, your legs closed pulling her head deeper inside of you as you jerked your hips. 

She pulled out, panting “you tapped out?” 

You gave her your middle finger, “okay, guess not” 

You reached out for her to help you up and she took hold of your wrist pulling you up from the couch, embracing her as soon as you got near her chest. Your arms wrapped around her neck, your legs soon following the same action around her waist. Kissing her deeply, she was caught off guard by your sudden energy, kissing you with the same vigor, holding you up by your ass cheeks digging her nails in your flesh. You gripped on her jaw, nails making crescent moons on her sharp jaw. Shakey breaths in between separation, magnetic to come back for more. Your fingers carding through her fuschia mullet, your fingers not only her drug in her hot wonders, but her hair too. You were dangerous for her. Dangerous for her heart, and the beat that grew again in her core.

“Fuck, I figured you’d want a break”  she exhaled out breaking the hot kiss you both shared. 

“First of all, why didn’t I feel that earlier when we made out?” You inquired her, almost hinted with furious. 

“Was scared..” 

“About what?!” 

“Not a lot of people like the feeling of something long hitting their uvula..” 

“Fuck them!” 

“You sure cause..”

“Vi..not the time”  you scolded sternly, irritation mounted your face, in the back of your head the thought of even sharing her was nerve shattering. Especially after experiencing that. 

“‘Kay..”  she said thinning her lips, holding back her smile, she liked this side of you. Never thought in a billion years you’d want her like this..

Possessive already, sheesh..  (she’s not complaining) 

She gave you kiss on your cheek to melt that off of you, hoping you’d forgive her, and yes it worked. Can’t stay mad for long anyway. You’d tap on her shoulder signaling her to let you go. She slowly set you down and you swiftly moved behind her. A look of confusion washed over her features, wondering what are you up to now?

“Bend over on the couch please?” 

“What’re you?” 

“Please?” 

“Fine, better tell me if you’re gonna stick something in me” 

“I would never not tell you that” you said giving her ass a good smack she let out a shriek that made your pussy weep from that high pitch. You absolutely adored her voice pitches.

“Spread ‘em” you ordered her, she sighed, moving her legs away from each other. 

“I promise I won’t stick anything in you without permission so cut it out with the attitude” 

“Maybe if I was being fucked right now I wouldn’t have it” 

“Okay smart ass”  you muttered, pressing a thumb on her outer labia, Vi hummed happily that you started touching her again. Except, you were only using your thumbs, massaging her lips, pressing them together, dripping her nectar down on the floor.

She’d whine moving her tush for you to do something else, but you had this evil grin on you. 

“Nuh uh, you were being a smart ass.” 

“Sorry please, need you” 

“Not gonna work, babe” you denied her, she let out this sob and you spanked her for it, another high yelp coming from her. She bit her lip down, groaning. However every smacked you gave, you did not fail to see that her tremoring waters were falling down her muscled thigh. You moved your hands to her ass, drawing small circles around her supple cheeks. Tingles were killing her on the inside, upset from no penetrating fingers and oddly enough, curious satisfaction from it, it felt as though you were enjoying her little shakes from being deprived of your lack of fucking her. Shallow breaths emitted from her, and the build up was no secret, you were working her up something fierce. Stripping her of her privileges was just the start,  you’d near her pussy every now and then only to give her nothing, blowing on clit, thinking she’d finally get some, only to bite her thigh the next. 

After a a half an hour of you fucking with her head, you gave her a little prize for not begging, or trying to get something to touch her rose bud,  you kiss her cunt sloppily, swaying you head from side to side lapping at her bushy pussy, burrying your face thoroughly into her musk,.

“Oooh, fuck..— eat that pussy mmm! Fuck.. yeah baby”  she’d moan, bobbing your head as you laved in her folds, pulling more wauls from her, gobbling her right up.

“Oooh,, fuu—ck “ a prodigous hunger you become acquainted with every time you submerged into her mess of a cunt.

“Awe shit, oh gods…”  her legs mimicking temblors, desperately wanting to move around, but everytime she even as shake her ass into your face you’d smack it hard and rough, preventing her from just adding more friction.

“Lemme grind into your face please, please, need to!!” 

“Uhh-uh” you say and she felt it, grinding her teeth, drool seeping into your cushions, fuck it she had to bite down on something, it was torture not being able to rub her throbbing axon of ardor. You’d break away from her pussy, drown from her intoxicating natural perfume, a muffled whine feathered from her lips. You had to pull away just for a bit…to admire her butt that is. 

You gave her another smack, making a red hand mark on her pale ass. You groped the round of her butt, giving her a good harsh squeeze, roughly playing with her ass, always seeing it just not in your hands often put your mind in a frenzy, of course you were an ass girl after all. You gripping on creases that weren’t too far away from her rounds, shaking them to make sure you got see this lecherous ass vellicate in your hands. Watching it bounce, wriggle, whatever it  was  breathtaking, gave you a good scratch to your brain. 

“H-Having fun there?”  She asked and you ducked under her legs seeing her face all red, breathing out a laugh, “fuck you” 

“I bet you’d like that huh?” 

She sighed deeply, pushing her face into the cushions.

“Oh be quiet, you’d do the same thing to me. In fact you’ve been pawing at my ass quite a bit today” 

“It’s a nice ass” she stated, murmuring  into the couch but loud enough for you to hear the words. You rose back up, shifting your focus back to her arse again, you’d spread them apart to marvel at her pink pretty pussy, and her.. throbbing anus. 

“Hey..” 

“What?” 

“Can I.. can I stick my tongue in here?” 

“Why..?”

“Just curious “ 

“Mm..I mean.. go for it let’s see if I like it” 

Pretty sure you will the way it’s all twitchy

You gather a large amouth of saliva, drippling it down to her anus, watching it slide over her slit. You didn’t want to rush this, so back to her pussy it is!

You licked her entire vagina, you moaned without a care in the world, eating her like she's the last waterfall on earth. Her slicked mimicked a certain plant, a gingembre de la ruche, the kind that you have to squeeze out, getting your hands all messy with its thick and creamy substance, you slurped with delight. Her ass ricocheting against your face, muffled sobs of sweet eudemonia. 

You moved up to her arse swirling your tongue into her ass hole, and to your surprise it’s actually sweet… like extremely sweet.  And after find that out you gogred yourself to her rimmed ass,

“Oh! Um?! Oh fuck?”  You slid your tongue inside of her, getting more of her,  a swell filled your core, tingling with excitement knocking at your entrance, something possessed you  the more you drilled your tongue in her hole, kissed it, licked it, going deep inside of it, fuck it all you didn’t care, it was so sweet and addicitive, you couldn’t help but go back for more. 

“Okay..fuck—.. oh, FUCK!”  Something clearly possessed Vi too, at first it was weird, like a weird tickle, and then it broke, whatever strings of decency she had ripped from her and had her gritting her teeth to feel more of you sink your tongue inside of her.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes”  she rocked her hips to feel more and you gripped onto her, hugging her legs, another long stripe from her clit to her ass again, and again, like she was candy herself. Her legs were shaking, pussy pulsating, and her arse begging for more. And then you stopped.

“Huh? No.. no,no, no.. I was so close, baby please.” She even stomped on the floor for a second, your eyes buldged at her tiny tantrum. You winded your arm back and spanked her, knocking some sense back into her.

“Nope, water break” you clearly stated, pronouncing each word fully, sticking your finger in her cunt once more, her knees buckled and she caught herself on the couch. You sucked your fingers walking away as she laid on the couch, panting.  

“Yeah you’re right.. water break. Definitely need a water break.” You pressed something cold against her cheek, and she whined from the sudden freezing bottle. 

“Big baby” 

“Whatever” she replied, snatching the bottle from you. you jortled at her, you’d seen her have an attitude plenty of times, but this is just downright hilarious, over some ass eating? Seriously? 

“I wanted to finish..” she pouted taking a drink from the bottled water. 

“In a minute” you decided, another annoyed huff from her.,

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-Own my mind by Maneskin😵‍💫🔒

She sat on the cold coffee table, nervous she might break it, you’d reassure her that everything is okay, it’s a really sturdy table. Her shoulder tension soon untied and loose, widening her legs for you, and hands planted behind her. Her hair stuck to her forehead, she'd comb it out of the way, her body still sticky from earlier, abs glistening in the light. You’d peer at your window seeing the sun setting, no ones ever been able to keep up with you like this, it was nice. Of course Vi could keep up, she doesn’t have a body like that for no reason, but you’d worry if her libido has been strained. You’d check in with her and she would tell you with eyes full of certainty and trust: I’m not that tired, I’ll let you know if I need to stop. And last but not least a fire that was still going behind all of that validity.

Since you were so worried she might be pushing herself, you’d decided that you should have a safeword: red. 

You gradually slither your fingers from her abdomen to her sternum, taking a flick from the bottom of her nipple, she’d wince from the sudden touch, feeling something hot within her gut,  you’d repeating this movement in the interim waiting for a sign that she’s ready for your next ecstasy of curiosity. Your sign came out, enough for you to hear a low throaty moan freed from her soft lips. Your expression on your face was pulling her in, that greedy smile that you bit down with your teeth, your lids halfway closed, lashes fluttering hinting something perverted within you. Vi rotated her hips for you, her face was flushed like hues of ripe strawberries when your finger pulled her non-pierced nipple.  

Releasing it making her tit bounce back, you’d take both of your fingers poking, rubbing, flicking her nipples (pay back for flicking your forehead earlier) a dopey laugh loosed out from your succulent lips, and huff from her mouth. 

“I said I was sorry, stop being such an ass about it” she proclaimed, her nose scrunching up a bit, but her tone hinted, want, desperation. Her jumping pink cherry, not really helping her out with being a chest puffed out prick. More like please fuck me but I’m going to pretend I’m being a bitch. 

“You actually never said that but go off” you quipped, flicking her nipples again, another stained whine  from Vi. Your eyes took an interest between her legs and noticed a pool of her liquids leaking off of your coffee table. You’d smirk, the thought she was getting off just from her tits made you throb all over.

“Oh so you are into bdsm”  you said outloud, not realizing that wasn’t an inside thought.

“Huh..” 

“Huh”

“Wait you- are we going t-?” 

“Mm.. I think that would be a bit much for you.. today”  you interrupt her, fast talking over whatever she was saying that made your face firey, avertying your view from her. Your ears were hot as fuck, embarrassed that you actually said that to her. You don’t want her pondering on that so, you bent down, lips kissing and sucking her abs, you been itchin to lick the sweat off of her, she’d clutch onto her own thigh from the libidnous assault on her abs, your tongue encircling them, and her panting from the carnivorous display. She grabbed your jaw, planting a wet messy kiss on your lips, tasting her sweat off of your tongue, you both humming in between breaths. She guided you to sit on her lap, straddling her, legs quivering over the large rigid muscle. Hard as a damn rock it was.  

Your fingers made their way to her fuchsia locks, pulling it, it felt so good that she pulled you closer, breast pressing against each other, nipples teasing with each shake. She’d pull on your nipples as revenge, yet is it really?— When you're in fact moaning her name? 

You ripped yourself from her lips, her brows furrowed frustrated that you wanted to keep teasing her. 

“Wait—“ you paused, her nose scrunching up again, her lip upturning to let out a- “ before you get mad I have a proposition” 

Her face relaxed, and she manspreaded her legs, you gulped from her still being able to exude that masculinity even in this state, fucking janna you needed to stuff her cunt in your face again!

“Proceed” she growled, she was still a little pissed with the interruption.

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You came  out of your room with a big bottle, a smiled buddened your lips.

“What’s that?” 

“Lube”, she shook her head waiting for you to finish why you have that, with nothing else in your hand.

“Wanna try anal?”

“Um…” she said with puckered lips. 

“We don’t have to!” 

“No! I.. okay.. —- uh..I don’t want to do strap anal.. YET! “ she corrected you before you figured she was scared of that idea or even protestant of that suggestion, “But another time, sure..”

“Okay that’s cool, I.. I- that’s I didn’t bring anything.. I’ve tried it.. but I know you definitely wouldn’t want to try that all at once.. To tell you the truth it’s a lot at first..” 

“Fingers would be better though,” you continued. Her eyebrow quirked up, hearing that.

“Can we try it with—fingers?”  She asked, her eyes dilating, as she danced her gaze between you and the bottle. 

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You first poured it on the surface of her ass then filled it with the lube..“Nngh, that’s cold..”

“It’ll be warm in a bit” you reassured her, kissing her inner thigh. 

“I’ll start with one finger and if you want two, tap me”  she nodded, “Vi.. I’m not going to insert it right now” 

“But—“

“Aren’t you scared? It might hurt” 

“I trust you.. I think I can handle it if it’s you..” her eyes were glossy, biting her lip, darting from your orbs to your lips. You bend down to her face, nearing her lips again. “Gonna take this nice and slow, okay frost?” 

She let out a light snort from that dumb nickname. You interrupt her laugh with a kiss, and she instantly melted into you, a enjoyable hum coming from her, your lips sort of fight a bit for dominance, not much of a fight though, from you, her scarred lip once again trembling your hooded secret, her hands cradling your face, pulling you into her more. Her tongue no longer shy reaching deep down your throat, you breathed deeply through your nose for air. It felt as though you were making out with the most indelible woman in the world, actually not it was a fact. A dangerous fact that had you caught in her muscled clutches, welcomed to be captured by her. The kiss grew deeper, delicious tongues, and teeth were shared, long pining moans in an earth plate shaking tango.  You’d tuck her hair back from her face, removing her tickling locks from your nose, she moved her head back and forth, tongue fucking your throat, and you were all accepting of it. Your Oropharynx, being treated with such devotion, enamored with her tongue as well which alerted your brain to alert your blooming dripping flower to be overflowed with want. 

You kneaded her abdomen, feeling the pressure of her hardened tissue, appreciating her dedication with a well deserved massage, her abs contracting at your compassionate touch. You fingers made their way down to her happy trail, enjoying the sensation of her hairs twining with your fingers, her moans through her now rough frenching, louder, swallowing each one, gladly. You pulled away sucking down one more moan, a honeyed line connecting you both. Together, stertorous, sucking the air back into your lungs, fuck the air you craved to touch more of her, you sat on her lap. Her hands naturally holding you down, your mouth eager for her ear, playing with it, circling her lobes with your wet pink muscle. Her back arched from your play, motioning you to grind on her lap, and you did. You fucking did whatever the fuck she wanted with an angelic voice like that pouring into your ears, your walls being able to hear such a voice fall from golden gates and into your home. If the walls could applaud they would, if the atoms in the air could do backflips they would, if only you could permanently have this moan in your head like a ongoing vinyl youd fucking would. 

Your fingers danced around her palms intertwining yours with hers, an intimate loving way to tll her everything is going to be okay, holding your hand would had her losing her shit, instead she was losing herself not understanding where you began and she ended, mind boggled by how you got her so pathetic for more of you. She apologized for letting go over your hand but she needed to touch herself right now, or she’d bite down on her tongue to punish herself for not even taking the opportunity to show you how she pleasures her needy folds.

You watched her swirls her fingers around her crying gummy button, slick loud in her palms, moans crying out your name, bucking hips with so much energy, gods what a damn sight. You had to repay her, so you’d licked her pulse points, rolling your tongue and more intricate skills against her sweet spot. She sobbed your name in response to those sensations you and herself gave her. Your mouth latching on that very sugary sweet spot, sucking it again and again, soothing it with delectable swipes of your tongue, she was tearful for it.  You’d lick her tears away coo’ing in her ears “go on, cum”. 

However, she did want to very much so, she felt her anus needy, so she grabbed your free hand as you littered her with hickeys, moving it towards her downstairs heat. Catching on quick with your wit, you circle it a bit 

“Please, please, please, —pleaseeeee” she grunted that last ‘please’, desperate for it, you stick only a half a digit, a tip of it in, kneading her tit in your other hand. You’d do this repeatedly, until her anus was trying to gulp you up. Stretching it a bit expanding her, another wail coming from her, biting her pearly whites on her precious bottom lip, you also gnashed your teeth on her ear pulling it, her back felined deeper. 

You released it, whispering “how many times have you masturbated to me Vi?” 

Her hips lurched from the sudden question, her ears crismon, how the hell did you know that she was tending her hot pussy to you?

“Better tell me or I won’t—“ you circled her clenching hole again, needing to be filled up by you, sobbing for you to put it in, only met by more teases.

“I.. ah.. — can you— mmf, oh god, princess please?” 

“Uh-uh not until you tell me…” 

You began to lapped at her nipples making sure both got attention, suckling her pierced one the most. Her head was a circus filled with too many things and too many thoughts going back to: I need to be full right now, fuck it all, fuck meeeee. 

“Mm! -mmmhfwa..  I.. haah— o- ok, okay, oka—y fi—ne!” she whined, lollying her head back.

“Often, almost every time I leave.. I masturbate to you, your voice, that look in your eye, everything, even if your not wearing makeup, or if your hair is messy it helps out even more— happy? Now fuck me please”

You slid a finger warming her until shes ready for movement her lipped quivered and her voice tainted with only please coming out her mouth.

“B-baby I told you.. c’mon!”

“Since”

“Fuck! You’re such a bitch for this!” She cried again, you jerked in your her finger hard into her and she rolled her eyes back, gargling a moan out, “s-sh-sorry”

You kept it still, warming her again. 

“Since I— I.. fucking hell. Princess, I’ve been masturbating to you since we met” she turned to you with puppyed eyes. Your eyes widened at her confession, your chest rising and falling, heat rushed throughout your entire body like embers making out with  each memory you had with Vi since meeting her. 

You began fucking her senseless, her ass and your fingers making abhorrent noises, especially as she masturbates, “You’re a dirty, little sweet treat, huh?”  She nodded, moaning your name, memories of her masturbating to you, smothering her mind,“Nn-need your tongue, princess” 

Your lips made contact again, tongue fucking eachother, quelching against each other, as you recoiled your hips, giving your inferno a some kind attention. Your falls, dribbled down her legs,”shho—warm” she tried to speak through your passionate kiss, you ripped yourself away again, lettinf out “fuck this, Need you in my mouth now”

You got on her knees lapping at her pussy she taped your cheek, and you slid in two for her as she began riding your fingers you played with her bush, and happy trail as you fucked her both ways. Both holes clenching down  as you jiggling her ass with your free hand giving her more friction. Her mind and body being able to keep up with your tongue filling her hole, and your fingers, convulsions taking hold of her as she cried out your name so loud you knew your neighbors heard her, her musk was addictive, and her cum, twice as much, creaming on your tongue, and drowned, you thought you died but of course from muscle memory to remind yourself: I need to drink her, all off her. She didn’t stop cumming, she held your head close to her as she let out her squirt in your supple mouth. 

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No mistaking it, you were both checking off to your lists of what else you’ve been craving to do to each other. All of this tension, all of the almost there's, and  tooth rotting, hair pulling yearning that could have been melted with one kiss.

Her eyes roll back, her mouth slacked open a tasty moan, as she felt both of your lips make contact, “This feels— way better than.. ah,I-.. oh fucking hell… way better than I thought— ‘nngh” moaning, as her nails digged into your hips, slapping eachother cunts together, the friction going to both of your heats. Her hands find their way to your neck again, only pressing a berry size bit, the sensation peaked your sense you’d  still try to speak to let her know, “Violet your sho warm..“,gliding together, your cunts glistened, shined. 

Gushing against each other, her rocking her hips slow, the more you both shook against each other, the more you both became molten, “Babe, you hips are violently shaking..against me.. I- aah-, aah-, aah!”, clarets kissing each other ever so often spinning you both for a loop, minimal movement restricting both poise papillons thrills.  It wasn’t enough for either of you but hardly stopped any stutters, only warmth, and titillation arousal kept you both going. “Can’t help it, feel too good” you replied.

Vi took grasp of your hips, her abs convulsing, with every touch of the curve of your arse, tides of your skin shook within her hand once she found a good cadence for your gliding cunts. “ fuck,fuck, fuck, fuck!” Vi cried out. But after finding a moment of consistent pleasure.. You were absorbed within it, pleasing the both of you that all you could hear in the room were your tulipe d’afriques clapping. A tune that never could be anything more than ustulation. Seraphic noises in the air, only reaching into ears of the perverse, and sweet throbbing clarets. Her nails marked you all around your lower body, fevoring for her favorite flower.  Littering both of her cheeks with falcate bows in her skin, more red marks for her collection.  It took one look from each other to interlocked, neither of you being able to look away from this moment you shared each to each as if this was a personal sweven that only you could wish on a starry night to have. 

“This is really bad, why does everything feel so damn good with you..” 

“I think I’m getting addicted “ she continued, another rush of her sugary throbbing drupe caressing yours, your eyes fluttering close, gritting your teeth at her shallow pants, all you could say was “So slippery”, as your eyes made home to the back of your head. “C’mere, w-want us to cum”  she told you as she yanked your body closer to her, nipples giving eachother quick kisses, it was as if Violet was engulfed by your beams like a sensational time to apricate against you and only you. Her sun, her beaming beautiful sun, she could have mistaken her need to be closer to you as heliophilia if she knew how much she grown accustomed to your hot spell. As she slotting against you more, the squish of your lips together making obscene noises, getting close to your climax. 

Your mind snaps and you let out cries, wrapping your arms around her neck, you didn’t stob rucking against her though, you pleaded “hold me” in her ear, and she embraced you tightly, her biceps curling against your supple skin, throaty gulps of moans in a sealed kiss as you both arrived on eachother. Hips becoming broken records just like Violet's vocal cords when she’d stare at you for too long. Now comfortable to view you, your essence, your spirit, and the comfort of a cotton candy embrace. 

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You both cuddled on the couch, but only for a bit, you both popped this question that spun in your brains, creating rooms for free. Consent was given, and peppered kisses were shared as you. Both drank more water, a quick snack, and went back to business. But before you simply just went back.. that consent that was told before, must be wrapped and sealed carefully. Promised with a white cloud. 

Your eyes became dark seeing the way she watched you lick the brown wrapper sealing it carefully. She placed the blunt in your mouth, waiting for her to light it. She’d flick her zippo lighter your way, burning it with ease. Shifting her body around to place it back in her grey sweats that were carelessly casted away. 

That smoke twirled in that air, energy of love pouring into each of your cups, not being able to tell when she begins and you end.. as you both shared this blunt. 

As was stated before, a high only heightens prior emotions, and no mistaking that this was going to be the best one yet. The mood shifted into something more deeper than before, it was as if you could feel each other's sexual energy, it quaked in your heart, and throat. A silfira, born. No, not born broke from the crust of the earth to emerge between you.  She took a long drag of it before nuzzling her head into your collar bone, licking your nape in flat tongue motions, while playing with your pois papillon again. Gathering your syrupy slick along her calloused fingers, you’d laze against her, unwinding under her touch. Letting out soft pitcher lullabies, every vibration you let out reached her, like they were thrusting inside of her, cruising against your waves of honey. 

“Mm, wanna fuck on the bed?”  She suggest, focus on your slick sticking to her fingers.

“Mhm, carry-aah-,  me?” 

“Of course, baby” 

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As Vi set you down on the bed, a thought crossed her mind, and groaned from that very thought. She was upset she didn’t bring her strap for you, of course she had no idea this would be the day you both would step over that pink ribbon of a line. Although not everything was lost, you admitted you have one, recently bought out of curiosity. You wanted to see what a girthy strap was like, searching online you found one. A black strap called ‘black mamba’ piqued your curiosity, it had thick veins, and the tip was big but soft. It has been sitting in your closet since the last time you took it out, just to feel it, and test it if you and it were a good match. Lots of lube needed to be used, though it just didn’t feel right exactly. You kept it in your closet because using the strap yourself wasn’t enough. Frustrations were the main reason for its imprisonment.

 

-Angel (Remastered 2019) by Massive Attack 💢⭕️💢⭕️🌹‼️

Now there was a ludic reason to finally bring it back out. 

You were at the foot of the bed, on all fours, one hand underneath your legs, gripping the black strap shaft, not entirely swallowing it within your melting core. You were in fact plopping the rubber bulbous in and out of your needy heat, it felt even more good with thc in your system, all the while Vi rubbed your ass. You let out a breathy laugh, you could feel Vi was struggling just seeing you in control. You suggested she’d take a breather, lay down, relax, that was the idea, until you lightbulbed more scandalous brainstorming in that crafty mind of yours. Upon using both of her hands, entranced by the plopping sounds your pussy would make every time you took back out. You were in a particular mood, the kind that feeds her hunger, the kind that has you truly in deep plunging waters of seclouth. Her eyes were completely captivated by your stretched out slutty cunt. She paid attention to your pussy, as it gushed slick, making honeyed cord lines every time you make contact with the black bulbous.

“So fucking hot, holy shit, you’re so hot”  

She felt anguish to not be able to just push your head into the mattress, giving you the most visceral strokes into your crying tight tulipe d’afrique. Fine, if she can’t have her play, then she’ll just fuck you in other ways. —-You see Vi wasn’t just getting fucked by you earlier. She was taking notes, and she’s a quick learner. She played with your trembling anus before gripping on your ass stretching your other hole, sending you off the rails. You’d plopped the black bulbous in quicker, “if you’re going to keep teasing me like that, can you..” trailing off, swaying your ass telling her silently: fingers now…  She let out a soft whine hearing you say that, she was so curious to see how you take well to her fingers in there, you’d slipped the bulbous inside of you, warming it while vi … well she filled your anus with the same lube you filled hers. She made sure she grabbed the bottle while you were looking for your black mamba in the closet,  with the way you described it seemed like you’d need it, and boy how much you needed… not just for that strap.. Came in handy, no? After a few teases of your ass hole, and throaty wet gulps from the anticipation, she dipped her fingers inside of you. You grit your teeth from being full from both ends, planting your face deep in the bed. Your legs twitched insufferably, Vi would take her free hand and massage your calves, making sure you were really feeling good. 

“Awe is my baby about to cum? Hm? You wanna cum?”  She said, pounding your ass with her long fingers, two in deeply reaching your special places within. You couldn’t even form a word, barely a moan, just wet noises coming from your mouth and two holes. You’d swivel your pussy around the bulbous to feel more, almost filling yourself with it, but had enough sense to not do that just yet. Violet could feel and witness you clench from both ends, you were about to cum hard. Except, a certain pink haired jackass got wise and swiftly pulled out her fingers from your anus, which prompted you to stop teasing your cunt, 

“Fuck you” you moaned, finally being able to regain some verbal access.

“I bet you would like that right now, huh?” She quipped back, a nefarious chuckled she let out, you’d let go of your black mamba and gave her a middle finger from between your legs, she’d make a cirlcle with her thumb and index finger pretending to fuck it. 

“bet you’d like me to ride that” 

“Well now I dunno what I want, both are pretty.. “ she slid her fingers in your ass again, trampolining her long fingers again, confusing your brain circuits, you’d let out another moan before speak.

“Fu—ckin’, good options..” you managed to reply, and then once again she removed those delectable fingers again, a huff coming out of you from her insistent teasing. You got up sitting on your forelegs before crawling toward her, straddling her, properly holding her shoulders for support. She helped you position yourself above the strap, and you leisurely lowered yourself, your heat swallowing halfway down on it.

“C’mon go lower” she begged pathetically, her eyes yearning to see it disappear in you. 

“I.. it’s too big Violet.” (you were lying… lying like a damn slut) —She was sad to hear that, but that’s okay, she wouldn’t force you to take it, if you can only handle only a bit, then she’d make sure you’re comfortable first before anything.

“S’fine, go ahead do your thing, baby” 

You were making such a mess, dripplets of your cunt would splash on her abs, your slick was soaking the strap. And you were sucking it in so good just not enough for Vi to fully see it disappear..  but you tried using her abs as a steady mount, except your slick was truly slippery. You lost your footing and accidentally dropping deep into her cock her eyes round as ever immediately concerned for you, catching you but not in time to undo any ‘damage’.   You’d let out a feral moan, your arms shook as you reached for opposite sides of your face, you tilted your head upwards facing the ceiling. Your jaw slack, then closed, biting your bottom lip roughly.

“Baby you okay?” Violet asked, the round bulbous smooched your g-spot, and made you let out more carnal moans, gripping the sheets, bouncing up and down on it. 

“Fuck…! “  

“Fuckin knew you could take more— messing—aah-  with my head like that“ She planted her feet on the bed, arching upwards holding you hips jerking her hips into you, helping the strap reach deep in your cervix, only  plap, plap, plap bounced off the walls, until Vi broke the ongoing noises adding her own.

“You take my cock just fine” she’d tease.

“Yesh, whatever fuck.. mee” 

“Don’t stop, mmm” you said, as your tits shook up and down, nipples looking so succulent.

“Holding out on me”

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The both of you were supported by thc, taking over to add on the high of carnaling hunger for each other, She takes another drag from the joint  before speaking again, “You are so— fucking hot, damn” , putting it out on a near by ashtray on the night stand and placing it behind her ear, diving in to suck your tits once more.

You lift her head up by pulling her hair back, she whines from being ripped away from your pretty puffy nipples, you felt empty, needed fulfilling.  It’s critical that you get some strap in your stomach again. 

You felined your backside up to her like an animal in heat waiting for her to stick that plastic right down deep in your sticky core. Vi swiping her tongue on her bottom lip, seeing you spread your petals, dripping your ambrosia on your sheets, ruining them with a puddle. Before giving you what you want she needs to taste it again, crawling over to you, baiser avec la langue, deeply, her nose drown in your juices, tongue reaching your clit, swirling it around, moaning vibrations into your cunt, you’d went cross eyed from her long warm tongue. Giving you clit a good sucking, releasing it with a loud ‘pop’  before sliding the black strap against your dripping rose, needing to pluck that hungry hole, leaking sweet nectar.  She slowly slipped in the girthy dick in you, bottoming out, hips managing to touch your plush arse. You instinctively bit down on your sheets, preparing for some lethal strokes. Her breath quivered, seeing you suck it in so easily, short circuit her brain for only a moment. She rubbed circles with both palms on your ass, admiring your plushness.

In her eyes you were radiant, even though the sun had fully set, the night sky taking over, she personally had the sun in her palms right now. Her hips moving back and forth, finding her rhythm, and you curving your butt back into her, matching her tempo. Soughs coming out of your tainted lips, bringing thrills in Violet's ears. Your folds holding her tightly, yet you still begged her to fuck you harder. “Fuck you harder? You're already clinging to me, baby..” 

“Please?” 

“Okay, if you start crying I’m gonna stop okay?” 

“Mm.. sometimes I tear up when it’s so good.” 

“Overstimulation turns me on..” 

“Oh..”

Oh

Ohhh

“You didn’t mention that earlier..” 

“Figured you’d think I’m weird..“

“No no, this is.. great news” 

“Now I don’t have to hold back”  she said as readjusted herself on the bed.. tame, now unlocking a primal beast out of her cage…

“Gonna fuck you for real now.. kay?” 

“For real?” You repeat confused by the statement..Vi pulled your legs closer, stretching her upper body over you, setting her hands down into your mattress, one palm over the over, you were confused with this position, never had done this before, I mean being folded isn’t new to you but this is odd. But as soon as she started snapping her hips into you, you didn’t even care. You were too busy sinking into the bed while she thrusted deep inside of you feeling your brain go to mush. 

“Sho—ah-much— sho— dee- aah!” You said barely being able to form coherent words, even swallowing was hard, it was as if the harder her hips snapped into you the more pressure reached your cervix, somehow feeling like it was reaching your throat. 

“Oh fuck.. my neck.. red, RED, Vi red” you yelped out, as much as it felt good it was just too much for your neck that is. Thank goodness for the safe word. She immediately stopped when she heard your yelp, helping you get up from the pose, inspecting your body first, worried eyes scanning over you.

“shit— I’m so sorry.”  You rubbed your neck, tending to the pained area, “It’s s’okay, if we’re gonna do that I need to focus on more yoga, ‘kay?” You tell her, seeing her worried eyes gave you an ache in your heart, giving her a quick kiss trying to show that it really is okay. Just happy she listened to you, trusting her even more for respecting your consent, respecting the safe word.. just being concerned for your well being and mind. 

“Still wanna continue?” You ask, and she nodded. 

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You’ve been sucking on her your strap for a good minute, you wanted her to forget about her tiny mistake.You’d lather your spit on the strap, tasting yourself on it, Vi cupped your cheek in her hand, thumbing where you’d stuff the strap in. 

“You ready?” She asked,you let out a gargled mhm, plopping the bulbous out of your mouth to turn your body around for her. She grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, reaching for your jaw and held up your face. 

“You okay?” She asked one more time still feeling guilty for hurting your neck earlier, moving you closer to her face, kissing your neck, “Mhm..”  she slipped in the lubed up strap in your heat real slow, her pace gentle and slow, still filling you up in all the right ways. Gathering up a ball of spit to drip down, the warmth of her spit hitting your cunt as she thrusted. She bottomed out over and over again for you, her metre pulsating your bud of nerves. Your slick reached down her muscular thighs, sweltering fluids felt so good, melting her brain with how the black strap would vanish within you.

“Vi?, Violet please” you’d pleaded, you wanted her to give you the backshots like before, it’s better in this position, your neck not in danger, wanting her to give her those carnal strokes made your cunt cling onto her more, and the way you begged for her right now, her ears were buzzing— red as ever.

 “I love it when you say my name like that, keep calling out to me.” you grunted at her not easily obeying, but who cares you may be the bottom but it doesn’t mean you can’t be a dom right now. 

“Let me hear you beg for it.. Lanes”  Vi, whined that you wouldn’t let her have the upper hand, but whined even more that she did feel the need to beg instead, regardless of her being the one in control, you still had her on a silver leash. 

“Please please baby, please say my name like that again” she sobbed, 

“Mhm, -aah- good girl!..” you praised her and she was like a dog in heat, so so happy to hear you praise her while she fucked you all slow. 

“Violet, it’s so big, mmmf —I need more of you, Violet, please— fuck me harder, Violet” 

“Fuck…”.  She just couldn’t keep you at bay from her strokes, in so she starts drilling into you.

“Oh fuck, yeah! Break me baby, break me.!”  You moaned as your ass recoiled back into her hips, such a soft nice round ass, piercings glistening from the moon light.

“Say it again”  she demanded, grunting through her teeth. 

“Break me, Violet” 

“Shit—-take it, take it, take it, fucking take it” 

Digging in your gushy cunt, another thrust and it angled in a way for Vi to feel it touch her clit, her moans were animalistic, right through her teeth hissing, “yesh,yesh,yesh,,yesh” she repeated as she beat it into you and to herself.

“Oh gods—-aah— haah-, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”  you let yelled out, 

“cum with me baby, cum with me” She moaned, grunting in your ear, as the strap kissed your g-spot again, another few deep visceral strokes, and you were done in, and so was Vi, both of you falling into the bed, legs squirming, Vi lazily still trying to ride out her orgasm, pumping into you on your side. 

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Tissues, water bottles, and an empty bottle of lube, surrounded the both of you, your leg was over her shoulder, her abs glistened, your forehead dripping in sweat. You gave her a hair claw clamp since her hair kept falling in her face, she was irritated about it, felt like it was cramping her style, and you’d laugh at her protest, but she listened regardless of it ‘ruining’ her style.

“Baby, are you tired?”  She asked, seeing you glow under her, sweat covered the both of you, going at it for so long, till twilight, you were completely enamored by her. Her tenacity to keep up with you, her perfect hair, her perfect nose, her body sculpted by hard work, her libido was just a plus, and her personality.. everything had you hooked. 

“No, I can keep going” you answered, gulping down some spit that built up from how good she’s fucked  you up in this postion.

“You sure?”  She said slowing down her strokes, unsure if you’re just saying that. ‘Mhm’, you said again, giving her a lazy smile, the strands of your hair sticking to the sides of your face, sweat in your brows, and all you can hear, plap, plap, plap, reverberating between you, after confirming you really are good to keep going.  

“I’ll spoil you until you’re satisfied, cupcake,”  she stated, teasing your nipple between her index finger and thumb.

“O-okay— haah-”

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A few more good quick deep strokes kissing your cervix and the both of climaxing once more.. finally caput, she fell down next to you from exhaustion, arm over you, her hand pressing into your sweat glistening stomach, pulling you into her also sweaty body. “Damn..” 

“Damn indeed, why the fuck did we do that?”  tiredly, panting hard, as so did she. 

“Horny..” she replied,

“Oh yeah..” you, sprawled your leg over hers, and she lifting her knee to your warm slit, just wanting to keep it close to her.

“Dummy” she taunted, kissing your shoulder tenderly, a smile crept up your face, relaxing into her touch. “Not dumb just gay” 

“Mhm”  You both laid there still panting, you touched yourself, your body jerking hard into her body. 

“Fuck, lanes— you ruined me..” You claimed looking at your slicked fingers she gave you an mhm and kissed the back of your neck. 

“Was I worth the wait?”

“No, obviously I hated this entire thing, all of it fake, even this cum in my hand is fake” She tapped your face in protest. 

“Yeah.. you—you really were worth it, Vi” 

“Thought so” 

You both took a well needed nap curled up to each other. 

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Birds chirped, already awoke, sharing a nice chat, well deserved cuddle. You laid in her arms, still naked with each other, kissing her cheek with plenty of energy

“Awe you’re so shweet”  She complimented you, as you tip toed your fingers up and down her stomach, and she rubbing spheres around your shoulder, sometimes her name, short, or long.

“Fuckin’ love these cheeks, mmf” you kiss again and again, to just peppering her with kiss and she just lets out sugary giggles from your insistent kissing. 

“Oh, you like me very much, huh” 

"Lanes, I like you so much I might have to whisper to the stars about it" She climbed on top of you, admiring your astonishing eyes, your messy hair, you were absolutely adorable, " You'd whisper to the stars for me?" Your neck, face, ears all becoming inflamed with a non-stop of a lovely heart shaped inferno burning for none other than Violet Lanes. " Is that okay?" you asked, tucking a hair behind her ear, a sharp breath she took, latching her lip against her K9's, nodding eagerly. You'd pull her in for another sweet kiss, little giggles twirling in soft plush lips, that seem to have taken quite the fondness between these two, and so have your lèvre, frenching— so vigorously on that coffee table, wanting to kiss just as much as the lips from above~

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Now both in the tub sharing it, you both showered, cleaned each other, deciding together you both should take a hot bath for your legs. You sat in the warm comforting water, cupping water in your hand to pour it on her pretty breast. Watching the water run off the tips of her nipples. You were between her legs, made an excuse to be there so you could do this.  

Violet's eyes caressed you with wonder, mapping put your face, it glowed, and better had glowed after the kind of stress reducing fuck you both had. She had this thought in her mind thinking, what if I shared baths with her for the rest of my life? Wondering, what you and her futures could be like, wondering if your wrinkles could be the signs all she needs to know she’d be your best wife. She wants to see the skin that makes your eyes squint, get crows feet, not from crying but from the years that went by that she managed to have you smiling. The life that you deserve to have instead of having only moments with others. A lifetime of lifelines that connected you both again and again. 

“So.. “ you trailed off, not knowing where these words would land.

“Violet lanes.. I..” 

“Do you wanna go out with me?” She asks instead.

“Ughh, I was so ready!”  Her face matching her hair, she didn’t even think you were about to say that! She thought she was just a quick fuck.. well long fuck.. for the day and be casted aside since well— she figured she ruined everything by stepping over this line.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry you can say it!” 

“Nooo, I can’t “ you groaned, you placed your palm on your face, hiding your nose, and averting your gaze from hers as heat rises to your neck. It tickled her heart strings seeing you so bashful.. She wanted to ask you how long did you wait to say that? But it’ll have to wait another day.

“No no go ahead please,” she insisted, her arms lifting from the water reaching out for you, but you wouldn’t budge your hand from your face, she gave up, huffing out a chuckle.

You took a deep breath, removing your hand and into the water splashing, balling your fist. You gave her a serious yet not serious look. “Okay, Violet— uh, lanes.. will you go out with me?” 

“Yes!” 

“Okay!” You also shouted with joy. You put both of your hands hiding your awkward smile “fuck, now what?” A muffled sentence leaving your lips. 

“I dunno, we’re girlfriends now, we can think about that later” 

“Ah, my gosh you said it!” 

“I should be asking you for your hand in marriage after all of that”, she murmured under her breath. 

“Huh” before you could ask another question she stopped you with a kiss, a soft, pink cloud of a kiss, quirking your lips into a candied smile. 

“Nothing— I. We worry about it later. But for now, you’re mine and I’m yours” 

You bit your lip ..” ’kay..” 

Vi had stayed another night with you, couldn’t leave you after basically fucking you out of comission.. Alas she has a life! She wanted to stay longer but it was time to pick up Isha from school. She's in middle school now, top of her class, thanks to Ekko, and Jinx chiming in with the best ways to teach her. It gave Vander a break from working so hard at the bar.  It was morning time and right before she left she made you a cup of tea. 

You were sleeping, hair sprawled out on the pillow, drool dripping from your mouth. Vi pressed a hot mug up to your cheek, a soft groan coming out of you.

“Feeling stupid for fucking for so long? Hm?“  she taunted, your eyes full of sleep, still happy to see your girlfriend, fuck.. that’s your girlfriend now. You finally have a girlfriend, and its Miss lanes herself.. you wanted to scream it out to Zaun, that is yours and you belong to her.

“Yeah, I still can’t feel my legs..” you complained, rubbing your plush thigh. Vi took a seat next to you on your bed, freshly cleaned sheets, that were potent with Jamila. 

“Yeah that's what happens when you like pussy— well for you. I never done.. anything like that, nor for that long.. I mean sheesh”  She confessed, shaking her head, and trying her best not drool a reminiscent memory of how your piercings looked, and your sexy ass ricocheting against her-

“Til night til dawn..” you said, interrupting her thoughts.

“That’s how it is, the usual”  you continued, she whipped her head back to you.

“We’re going to be doing that often???” She asked her eyebrows making wrinkles on her forehead. You wanted to press those, but you could barely get up.

“No.” 

“We did that cause we’re new to each other, it was intense.. and.— we got carried away.” 

“You regret—“

“No! Hell no. I meant we were going at it like animals” 

“I did mention.. I fuck like one so— you were warned.” 

“And you’re not so bad yourself”  she continued, 

“Whats in the tea?” 

“Eucalyptus fruit.. and goji berries. Help you regain some energy” 

“Awe thank you babe” you took the warm mug in your hand, warmth embracing your fingers, taking a long sip from it, she even made sure it wasn’t too hot for you. You wanted to fucking kick your feet and holler.

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However the morning lesbianism was interrupted, her taking her leave. You had your black silk robe on, some cute pink slippers she got you last Christmas, walking her to the car. She told you to stay in bed and recover but you refused. Like the stubborn person you are. She was up against her door, as you gave her another kiss before she left to get isha. 

Lips colliding, soft murmurs of saying like you so much, both of you scared to even say ‘I love you’ just yet. Peppering more kisses on her neck, to her face, and back to her lips. She’d hold your waist, pulling you in a tight embrace, your tulip quivered at the memory from her hugging you last time. “Uh-uh, we’re not going back upstairs,” she comment, yet she’s the one lifting her leg up between your legs, “you do realize I have my robe on right? Not worried if it hikes up?” 

“Oh I know it’s not hiking up”, she embraced you closer taking a peek over you, sighing relief that it really isn’t.  “I’ll be back, okay?” 

“I know.. gonna miss you” 

“I could tell Jinx to-“ 

“Oh hell no, last time she came back with Isha, she had gave her fireworks to take to school, and you know, Isha did not give one flying fuck, about setting those off”

“Yeah…” she scratched the back of her head.

“Shit was cool though” you smacked her shoulder, barely doing anything, yet she acted as if she was in pain, quick to aid her she, grabbed you, twirling you around in the parking lot, both of you laughing, sinking into each other, you gave her another kiss. She set you down, her warmth lingering on you as the embrace came to a cease. A pout was bitten back by yourself, not wanting her to see you unfortunately ( in vi's opinion this is very fortunate) attachment to her, more than you were, those silly teasings, banter with tension... not anymore will she or won't she but definitely ᥫ᭡ . Before walking back up to your apartment, she kissed your temple, holding your neck, forehead touching yours, her signature move to silently tell you I love you. But of course, this woman of so much confidence didn't say it.. she couldn't too scared it was too soon or too late.. overthinking to the brim of her bright mind. The same problem befallen you, thinking Violet is too cool for just an I love you.. or thinking you can't just say that and you literally missed several things to do before saying. A date? when, meeting family, yes, already been between her legs and several other crevices that you oh so ravished, hell yeah, a proper date should be when you both feel like it.. Right? Maybe? Or will this be another long standing awaited line.. you've known Violet for 5 years, 2 as professionalism, the rest was history. Turned into unfolding legacies of stories to, tell one day.. one day to whomever for the girl you didn't even think would go as far as a kiss. Not to mention you hate kissing.. But for Violet.. your heart beat to her raw and powerful songs, no matter how different it beat, and so did hers. Violet's blues followed your trial of a walk, biting her knuckle to stifle a snicker at your attempt by yourself without her help... At least no one could say she didn't give you a good time. Sighing to herself, tapping her foot with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see you again. Ending the day with you on a high note. 

A/n: Hello, hello there, this is my first like seriously detailed one shot. And first erm.. adult adventure literature! I hope you had a nice time don’t forget to be drink water, and (if you’re a weed connoisseur.. make sure you take a hit for me too! ❤️‍🔥🍃) thank you! Mwah 💋 

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⟿ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒

✩.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 racer!vi x gf!reader / 0.8 k words ✩.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 strong language, slight angst ✩.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 Vi’s used to life at full throttle — sharp turns, roaring crowds, and flirting with danger at every lap. But when the woman she loves runs onto the track mid-race to save her from a stuffed bear, everything screeches to a halt. What starts as fury quickly unravels into fear, and Vi’s left facing the one thing she can’t outrun: the thought of losing her. ✩.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i loooove racer!vi and this is just the beginning !! i'm trying out new character arcs and i hope u're as excited as me :)

♡︎ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡︎

The race roared on — a blur of engine growls and rubber screaming against pavement. Vi was in the zone, takin’ turns sharp, her grip on the wheel like a vice, tires skimming the ragged edge of control. Sweat stung her brow under the helmet, but her eyes were steady, locked on the line, lap after lap like a heartbeat.

Then the crowd erupted — not the good kind of roar. No cheers. No gasps of awe.

It was the sound of something wrong.

Vi’s stomach dropped before her eyes even caught it. Just ahead, a flash of something small, brown, and soft — a teddy bear, ragdoll-limp and out of place on the cold black stretch of track. She barely had time to blink, to wonder who the hell—

And then she saw you.

Running.

A sunburst in the chaos. That stupid little yellow dress you loved fluttering in the wind, legs bare, sneakers slapping against the tarmac like you hadn’t just stepped into the jaws of death. Like it was nothing.

Like she wouldn’t die if anything happened to you.

“Shit—!” She slammed the brakes so hard her whole rig shuddered, fishtailing as the tires screamed. Her crew was yelling, scrambling in the pit, but it all faded behind the thundering of her pulse in her ears.

She tore her helmet off the second the car stopped, tossing it aside without a thought. Her boots hit the pavement hard as she bolted from the cockpit, chest tight, jaw locked so hard her teeth ached.

You were just barely past the barriers, clutching that damn bear to your chest like it was worth more than your life.

She was on you in seconds, heat rolling off her in waves, fury barely leashed behind her stormy eyes.

“What in hell’s name was that, darlin’?” Her voice cracked like a whip, low and laced with thunder.

You blinked, wide-eyed, voice soft and small. “I… I didn’t want you to hit it—”

“You ran onto the track for a toy?” Her voice sharpened, slicing through the air. “You runnin’ out there like you ain’t got a damn care in the world?”

You flinched as she stepped closer, and she hated that — hated how her hands found your arms a little too rough, how her fear bled out as anger. “That was a live track, sweetheart. You know what that means? That’s not a game. That’s a goddamn death sentence.”

“I just—” you started, but your voice faltered under the weight of her fury.

“You don’t just anything,” she hissed, trembling now, grip tightening before she caught herself and pulled back a little. “That ain’t brave, that’s reckless. That’s mine out there in danger and I ain’t—” Her voice broke, just for a second. “I ain’t standin’ for it.”

Your lips parted, stunned. Silent. You’d never seen her like this.

Vi’s breath hitched as she stared at you, eyes glassy, raw. All that rage— it was just fear, stripped bare. Her chest rose and fell like she’d just run a marathon. Then, slowly, she leaned in, forehead resting against yours, her hands gentling against your arms.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she whispered, the words ragged, choked by everything she couldn’t say. “You scared the hell outta me. I’ll tear this whole damn track apart before I let you get hurt like that.”

Her voice trembled, thick with tears she’d never let fall in public. “You’re everything to me, you hear? You don’t get to throw yourself in front of a fuckin’ car just ‘cause you’ve got a heart bigger than your common sense.”

You were still holding the bear, fingers curled tight in its worn fur. Slowly, you leaned into her touch, pressing your forehead back against hers.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, voice cracking. “I just… I saw it there and I thought of you. I thought— if you hit it, if it messed up your car—”

“I can fix a damn car,” she said, voice thick. “I can’t fix losing you.”

The silence that followed was loud — the kind that wraps around two people who’ve just realized how close they came to breaking. She pulled you in then, holding you so tight you could feel her heartbeat racing like it was still out there on the track.

Only now, it was just for you.

[anieswrld]

I just think they’re neat..

[anieswrld]

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