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[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

thought of you

18+ men dni minors dni : fingering , masturbaiting , cum eating , older caitlyn , thigh riding , sloppy making out , best friend older sister!c<3

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Masterbaiting to the thought of your best friend's older sister?

Weird. Something you'd never do right? But fuck , caitlyn was doing everything right today , and it started off when you got to your bestfriend – dina’s house.

It was a normal day , started off with you walking inside the door , the cool air and the scent off pinewood hitting your nose. The spaghetti smell coming from the kitchen , caitlyn standing in there , her dark navy hair flowing down her back onto the place where her back dimples was.

She was wearing a black turtle neck with some ripped jeans and one of those fancy- ass belts dina wears too that you had no clue how to take off. But god did caitlyn look gorgeous , i mean she is piltovers finest for a reason.

The first time you met her was after graduation , you are now in your second year of collage but come home frequently just to see dina , and maybe too see caitlyn – fuck you didnt know.

“Dinner is done”. Caitlyns said , her thick posh accent noticeable.

She was the cookers now , even though she fucking sucked at it. But she started cooking after the council was bombed by jinx. Killing her and dina’s mother and a few other council members , but her dad didnt cook because he was closed off now , or maybe because he didnt wanna see caitlyn because she looked too much like her fucking mother , cassandra.

Dinner went well , although tobias came out and didn't conversate at all.

You sat next to dina , caitlyn across from you and tobias at the end , you kept stealing glaces from caitlyn , god did her eyes make you push your thighs together.

“Fuck keep it together.” you said mentally.

Dinner was silent , except from the loud glances you and caitlyn kept stealing from each other , but hopefully dina didnt fucking catch on because that would be embarassing , having a crush on your bestfriends sister? Yucky.

After dinner you and dina went out to the pool to go and get some fresh air and because it was like a hundred degrees in piltover , but caitlyn stayed in doing the dishes.

You had on a two piece , it was pink but fashionable. But didn't show too much skin, dina had on a red two piece with a small bow on the side that she wore 24/7. She was obsessed with the bikini and wore it literally everywhere , she probably loved it because it was her stupid boyfriends favorite,

Maybe after 30 minutes caitlyn came out , dark blue one piece that matched her hair , the sun hitting her light blue eyes in just the right away , she looked like a fucking godess the way her cheeks were pink with sunburn and the small amount of mascara she had on her eyes.and her body , oh her body. It was just perfect.

The way her thighs were , her non existent waist , her hips shes was a living walking goddess , and the way the necklace she had on went in between her breast , it was just perfect.

Your clit twitched at the sight of her , your fucking clit. God she was so perfect how could you not be attracted to her? Okay yes you might've thought of her while masturbaiting ONCE. because dina had told you before that she likes to sneak girls in and fuck them.

She told you she had them really fucking loud , you'd like to imagine yourself in their place , laying face down , ass up – caitlyn with the hex strap on pounding you so hard it makes it hurt a little bit , her tits bouncing and the way her cheeks would be flushing.

The sound of the skin hitting each other , the squelching of your pussy as she pounds it. The way she would hold your hands down on her bed as she leans over you , tits brushing against your sweaty back , her sweat dripping on you as she whispers sweat nothings in your ears.

But don't get ahead of yourself , she was older. And obviously she didn't like you no matter how much a whore she was , her words. She called herself a whore before and she had no shame in it!

When she jumped in the water her top slightly slid to the side so her nipple was visible – god dude stop being such a fuckin perv!

While swimming you could swear she was staring at your body so you did it back , was she flirting with you ? no she couldn't be flirting with you , you were way out of her league , well at least you thought that because well you were from zuan ,and shes … from piltover.

After swimming she offered you her towel to use after her. Oh my god it smelled like her , she smelled so fucking good like flowers? No vanilla. No, she smelled like cherries. Well it was unexpected but not unpleasant.

After swimming dina went to go to a party with her boyfriend , you decided to stay back because fuck party’s and would rather be anywhere but with her stupid ass fuckass boyfriend who literlly was horribe but she never listened because she was very fucking stupid.

Tobias had left shortly after to go to work , he worked in a small building with tech , hextech. It was a way to get away from caitlyn , selfish but understood because hell did she ever look like cassandra i mean if you were in his shoes , a man who lost his wife and his kid is a copy and paste you'd do the same thing.

You were laying down in the bed in the guest room , because you didnt want to sleep in the bed dina and her boyfriend fucked in, disgusting. So you laid back on the mattress that sucked you in , right. Rich people nice shit. 

You turned on a show , it was a random one after scrolling on netflix for what felt like five hundred years because netflix is shit and doesnt have anything , but faintly you could hear caitlyn talking – she was on the phone or something.

Fuck hearing her voice sent a flood of the memories in your brain , the way she touched you , the way she looked at you god it was everything , she had you so turned on that you were going to masturbait to her? To memories and the sound of her sweet sweet voice. 

Slowly , you took off your pants , replaying the moment her sweet blue eyes meet yours in the pool , your slick already running down your thigh , you were wetter than fucking water honestly , its painful how long youve been holding back touching yourself

You slid your hand down your body , the other one grabbing your breast and touching your harden nipple from the cold , and arousal. The other hand slid your panties down so they were on your ankles , spreading your legs so your hole was more open– your middle and ring finger rubbing at your clit.

Her eyes. The way her sweet voice was deeper when she spoke to you was the only thing on your mind right now , simply everything else was faded out , and just so happened to be the noise too. because caitlyn walked through the door.

“Hey y– oh. Oh hello.” she said , her tone cheeky.

“Oh- oh my god caitly ign-” she cut you off.

She basically jumped onto the bed , going onto her stomach and one hand holding your leg open , the other one resting on your tummy  , your perfect tummy that she loved. Without another word she put her head down and her mouth latched down onto your clit , oh fucking hell.

You let out a whimper noise and that just made her grin against your soaking cunt.

She slid her fingers between your folds , gathering your slick so she could put them into you without any trouble , after gathering the slick she put her two fingers inside of you with ease , making you let out a loud moan. 

She was loving every second of it , god having a pretty girl who shes fingerblasting and eating out right now was a fucking dream shes had ever since her hormones started. ‘

She started pumping her fingers in you , harder and faster. The sound was pornographic ,well the moaning and whimpering noises coming from you and the squelching noises coming from your perfect pussy in which her fingers were still plumping into 

“Do you like this baby? Huh?” she replied , moving her fingers faster.

“Been dreaming of this? Dreaming of me fucking your tight cunt, your bestfriends older sister you slut?’ she added on.

Oh god , you couldn't help but let out a low moan , it was begging without saying words , her fingers moving faster and her tongue going through your slick folds , your taste was amazing , perfect , sweet. Oh my.

“Cant speak?’

That just landed you a slap on the pussy with her hand that was on your stomach , it was hard. But turned you on more.

“I– fuck! Ngh- cait.. I-” you replied in a moan.

“Poor baby.” caitlyn said.

Her long , slim perfect fingers curled in you in the right spot , hitting your g-spot and making you moan , loud. Allso making you climax.

Cum dripped out of your hole , caitlyn gathered it up with her fingers and slid them into her mouth , looking up as she did so.

“Cum taste so good mama.. Need to makeout with you.” she said , sitting up on your bed and pulling you onto her lap , well onto her thigh so you could grind onto it.

She guided your hips on her thigh , you were still fucking soaking and a broken whimpering mess for her.

“My cunt now baby , now i need to taste you.”

Before you could speak her lips crashed onto yours , her tongue already sliding into your mouth with a moan , it was a messy wet kiss , teeth , salvia dripping down both of your chin. She keep moving your hips on her thigh.

She bit down on your bottom lip , quickling sucking it so the pain would ease but then going back to sliding her tongue in your mouth , messy making out with you as your abused pussy was riding her thigh like a whore.

“You close mama? How close are you baby? Im gonna fucking come with you.” she said.

You spat on your fingers trailing them down her stomach , sliding them into her slick tight whole as she pushed you onto her thigh harder so you were fucking riding her thigh harder , she loe=ved the feeling of it but as soon as you slid your fingers in her she let out a loud moan.

Curling your fingers in her you kept moving them , her gummy walls clenching against them , her slick was dripping down onto the guest bed and so was your slick dripping down onto her thigh that already had some of your “perfect cum” as she said.

She kept guiding your hips so it felt the best for you , and she mustve hit the right spot making you squirt all on her thigh with your legs shaking and your fingers going faster in her.

“Sluts a squirter is she? Fucking hot i want you to do it in my mouth next time.” she said with a loud moan as your fingers picked up the pace.

Then , she came with a whimper  god she was fucking pathetic the way her brows knitted together and she frowned , she looked like a sad puppy. 

“You did so good , hell and so did I.’ caitlyn said.

“Baby next time – wait, I'm sorry.” the pet name slipped from your mouth. 

“Hey , its okay. I like you too you know , i was trying to give you hints – wait is that why you got wet? From me?’ caitlyn said

“Uhh yeah , it was like the eye fucking at dinner , um the eye fucking at the pool it was all of that and when i heard you on the phone that was the cherry on top.”

“Aw poor baby suffering from me , come fuck me anytime you want okay? But– lets not let my little sister know about this?” she said

God she was going to kill you.

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

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[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

warnings: amab caitlyn, afab reader, mean caitlyn (kinda), public sex, reader is wearing a dress and heels, bratty reader, unprotected sex, throat fucking (r receiving), spanking, cheating, lmk if i forgot anything. mdni!!!!!

caitlyn keeps you up at night.

not in the sense that she talks too much, or that she's busy between your legs to let you sleep. though, you can't see yourself minding either of those reasons.

it's in the sense that you can't stop thinking about the woman you can't have.

she's so perfect to you, in the way she moves and in the way she exists, just everything about her.

there's a permanent throbbing between your legs when you're around her. you know she's seeing someone, and you know it's wrong, you'd never sabotage her relationship.

but if that's true, then, how did you end up here? how did you end up face down, ass-up in her bed? why is her cum spilling out of your hole?

to be fair, it wasn't your fault. it was caitlyn's.

turns out she's been wanting you just as bad as you've been wanting her. she's been using maddie to stop thinking about you.

you're both scions of noble families, you've seen each other almost every weekend for your entire lives, but you've never really gotten along. maybe it was the lust or the tension between you two, but you were constantly on edge around each other.

a while ago on a spring morning, at a luncheon thrown by your family, both you and caitlyn had been left alone in the study when your parents were giving her family a tour of your home. it was just lingering glances and small touches at first, but now, right there on your father's desk, it'd gone from small touches to messy kisses. messy kisses led to you sitting on the edge of the desk, skirt bunched around your waist and caitlyn's hands on your hips, fucking you impatiently and sloppily.

it was messy, rushed, and never spoken about, but you found your mind wandering back to that memory every time someone touched you. you wanted that moment again, you wanted to feel her cock stretching you and filling you just right again.

at every single event, every single time caitlyn caught sight of you in your perfect outfits, she had to grab the urge to rip every bit of fabric off your body and drown it. you weren't any better, not at all. tonight was at its worst though.

it was an event hosted by caitlyn's family, so it was really, really fancy. caitlyn was wearing this beautiful purple dress that hugged her figure just right, and you found your fucking mouth watering.

you had to stuff hors d'oeuvres in your mouth just to hide the drool that threatened to dribble out of your mouth. you've never downed champagne quicker in your fucking life, either.

and at the right moment, in the middle of a conversation you were having with a woman you couldn't care less about, you must've been lucky or something, because you looked over in caitlyn's direction, and she was already staring at you with the hungriest look you've ever seen before. she didn't look away when your eyes met hers this time, she just took a slow sip of her champagne, not even ashamed of the way her eyes were fixed on the dip in the neckline of your dress. it was just a bit too tight around your chest, so the tops of your boobs were threatening to spill out, straining against the silk.

her fingers twitched around the glass, like she was resisting the urge to touch. you don't know what the fuck is wrong with you tonight, but you smirked when you caught her eyes on your chest, acting smug rather than how you were really feeling. the sight of that smirk made caitlyn's eyes narrow, and she had to resist the drag you up to her bedroom and shove her cock down your throat to wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

now that you knew she was staring, you'd stupidly decided to tease her some more. you turned your head back to the woman you were talking to, letting your fingers linger a bit too long on her wrist when complimenting her bracelet. caitlyn just scoffed at first, but then you leaned in to whisper some comment to the woman, making her laugh and blush. now that caught her attention.

it annoyed her to no end, even if she didn't want to admit it. she wanted to be the one you were whispering to, she wanted to be the one who blushed at a comment you made.

there was only so much this poor girl could take before she dragged you away, and you knew that, you wanted her to drag you away. your hand found it's place on the woman's waist, nodding along and feigning interest to every little thing she said.

but then you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you only hoped it was caitlyn. you swore janna fucking finally blessed you or some shit, this truly was your lucky night because it was caitlyn. there was a slight twitch of her fingers that stemmed from annoyance, and you noticed. instead of being kind- being good- you decided to be a little shit, “can i help you, caitlyn? i'm a bit busy.”

caitlyn scoffed at your disinterested tone, wrapping her fingers around your wrist, “yes, you can help me. i need your opinion on something in the other room.” she didn't even let you make up your mind before she started to lead you away, making you a bit more than annoyed, “what the fuck, caitlyn? i was busy-”

“i can't exactly find it in me to care that you were busy.” she shot back, pushing you back against the wall of a random hallway you've yet to find yourself in, despite the many times you've been to her home. caitlyn's finger pressed against your chest, an annoyed look on her face, “you've been teasing me all night.”

you huffed at the accusation, batting her hand away from your chest and denying the claim immediately, “have not!” you defended, making her respond with “you have. don't be difficult when we both know you were being a brat.”

your jaw tightened at the use of the word brat, pushing her back away from you, “i was not being a brat. don't call me that as if it has some sort of weight coming from you.”

caitlyn's lips parted in surprise at the shove, a surprised scoff leaving her. she clicked her tongue, before extending her hand to grab your chin, “do not push me around again, or i will punish you.”

you couldn't deny the way your clit throbbed between your legs from how firm she was being, but you also just loved being a brat, “you don't have the balls to punish me if you can't even hold fucking eye contact with me after fucking me in my dad's study.”

there was a moment of silence after your comment, but you could see every emotion in her eyes. the embarrassment, the anger, the arousal. caitlyn's hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just barely, “would you like to test that theory?” it wasn't a question, not a real one, at least. your answer was in the form of a squeak when she pushed you down onto your knees, making you frown and swat at her knee like a child, “the fuck's your problem?!”

caitlyn had to resist the urge to snap at you, instead pinching your cheeks in her hand, forcing you to look up at her. you were so fixated on her face, you didn't even notice her other hand hiking up the skirt of her dress, “shut up, and suck.” it was a demand, one that became very real very fast when she pushed your face against her panties, your mouth pressing against her half hard cock through the fabric.

there's a muffled squeal against her panties, and you wanna protest so bad, but you can't when your mouth is watering at the thought of having your throat fucked by her. you look up at her once she's let go of your cheeks, swallowing another bratty comment that threatened to leave your throat. your fingers came up to tug her panties down, freeing her cock and you gasped softly.

caitlyn was almost surprised at how quickly you gave in, but she also expected it, you were all talk, you just needed someone to put you in your place, “stop staring at it. this is what you've been asking for, isn't it?” she chided you for not immediately getting to work, moving her hand to the top of your head and pushing you towards her leaking cock.

“fuck you, caitlyn.” you shot back, but caitlyn took the opportunity to push your head down onto her cock. her tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, slapping her thigh in protest.

caitlyn just stifled a moan at both the slap and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around her. you whimpered every time her balls slapped against your chin, grasping her thighs even as tears filled your eyes. she fucked your throat like she'd die if she stopped, nails digging into your scalp, burying her entire, throbbing cock into your throat, looking down to see your nose buried in the trimmed blue hair at the base of her cock.

she made you take her entire length, making you gag over and over again around her. you weren't entirely sure you weren't dreaming, you'd been wanting this for weeks, months even. and now here you were, having your throat fucked by the one woman you'd been craving for years.

it was embarrassing feeling your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin, completely drenched with your arousal, you loved hated that you liked being used like this. drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth, doing your best to breathe through your nose, the twitch of her cock being the only indicator that she was close.

you whimpered when she buried herself in your mouth to the hilt, holding your head in place as her cum down your throat. her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “swallow it.” she gritted out, and you listened like it was an instinct, greedily swallowing every little drop of her load.

caitlyn pulled you off her cock with little grace, fixed her dress and panties, and wrapped her long fingers around your chin to pull you up to your feet. your knees wobbled at the sudden change from being on the floor, grasping her waist to steady yourself, but it proved to be almost useless when her lips slammed against your own.

you could only gasp into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her so your hands settled on the small of her back. she cupped your face in her hands– gently– a stark contrast to how rough she was before, pulling away after a long while just to breathe. her eyes softened a fraction when she saw how wrecked you looked, but immediately hardened again, “come with me.” she said, a little bit softer though, tugging your hand and leading you through her house.

you sucked in a sharp breath when she started to drag you around again, your body jerking forward, “where are we going?“ you rasped out, your throat hurting from how roughly she'd fucked your throat.

“my room.” caitlyn answered simply, pulling you through a random set of double doors, and pushing you onto her bed. she waved a finger, gesturing to your dress, “off. now.”

all your earlier smugness and confidence had just vanished in caitlyn's presence, now you were almost shy as you undressed yourself. caitlyn kneeled down by the edge of the bed, unclasping your heels and tossing them at a random point in her bedroom. caitlyn wanted you so bad, but she was determined to be patient, to wait.

once your shoes were off, she felt your eyes on her, she felt you staring as her slender fingers unzipped her dress, then hooked under the straps, and slowly– teasingly– pulled it down and to the floor. you were laying on her bed, wide eyed and only in your underwear, “caitlyn–” you gasped softly when she turned around, seeing her perfect breasts for the first time. you wanted to touch, to wrap your lips around her nipples and make her moan.

you reached for her hand, pulling her down onto the bed, but she just pushed your hand away, “someone's getting impatient.” caitlyn observed mockingly, her fingers on your shoulders to turn you around.

she shimmied her panties off to leave her bare, her cock slapping against her stomach, coming up behind you to press a kiss to your shoulder, a faux sense of comfort. but it worked, in some way, some of the tension in your shoulders drained, letting her unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor. her hands were soft, but the way she touched you wasn't. caitlyn moved you to the middle of her mattress, pushing your face down into the pillows, keeping your ass high in the air.

you squeaked in surprise from the way she handled you, turning your head to look at her, but stopping halfway when two of her long fingers slid into your pussy. when did she even get your panties off? how did you not notice?

you moaned out at the feeling, pushing back against the digits, “fuck, caitlyn–” you whimpered when she started to move her fingers, her pace brutal, “you really shouldn't have teased me, love. and using that poor girl to make me mad? shameful.” caitlyn cooed mockingly in your ear, her free hand pushing your face down into the mattress again, “just stop talking, sweetheart. you'll only get yourself into more trouble.”

the sheets bunched up in your grip underneath you, having no choice but to take the rough treatment, muffling moans and cries into her soft pillows.

you could feel the coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any given moment. caitlyn could feel it, your walls rhythmically squeezing her fingers, but she didn't want you to cum yet. she lowered her head beside your ear, her voice soft, but no less firm, “don't you dare cum right now.”

a whine tumbled from your throat at the denial, lifting your head so she could see the teary, desperate eyes peering back at her. caitlyn just hummed, cupping your cheek to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek, pulling her fingers out of you when she saw your eyes start to roll back. you cried out when she abruptly pulled away, letting out a weak sob into the sheets.

she couldn't help but laugh, it was so pathetic, almost comical. but then, caitlyn positioned herself behind you, lining her cock with your entrance. but you were too busy wallowing in your self pity to really notice her moving, a pout fixed on your lips, but quickly formed into an ‘o’ when caitlyn pushed the tip of her cock inside you.

caitlyn stretched you out slowly, carefully, but that didn't mean she wasn't actively fighting her own desire to ram into you with reckless abandon, “so pathetic. just needed cock to shut you up, hm? that's all you needed to behave?” she punctuated the last word with a rough thrust, making you gasp and your body jerk forward with every inch that stretched your pussy.

you nodded mindlessly to her question, biting down on your bottom lip as you adjusted to her size. after you assured her you were fine, caitlyn's hips started to move against yours in a way that couldn't be described with hateful. but did she hate you? or did she hate the way you made her feel?

“such– such a cockslut, aren't you, love?” caitlyn said through clenched teeth, her head falling back as she continued to rut into you from behind. you could only moan in response, your ass pressing back against her, as if to take her deeper.

caitlyn brought her hand down on one of your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pain, “w-what was that for?” you stuttered pathetically, earning another slap from the girl behind you.

“i told you to stop talking, didn't i?” she asked rhetorically, bringing her hand down to spank you one more time, “take my cock, but don't talk. just lay there and take it like a good girl."

a whimper slipped out between your lips from the sting, simply nodding again when her hips started to move even faster against yours. the front of her thighs slapping against the backs of yours, her balls hitting your clit with every thrust. you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching again, walls squeezing her cock tighter and tighter,

“you're close, aren't you? gonna cum for me, love?” she panted out, clearly close to her own orgasm as well. you nodded your head rapidly, her hand winding in your hair and pulling so your back was stuck in a deep arch. you gasped at the switch, her cock impossibly deep inside you. her free hand came around you to rub your clit in messy circles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, “cum for me. you can cum now, sweetheart, cum for me.”

it was like your body was waiting for her to give you permission, because almost immediately after she gave you the greenlight, you found yourself gushing around her cock, a white ring forming at the base of her cock. her hips stuttered and she let go of your hair to hold your hips, fucking into your willing hole with so much force it made you fall forward, and the bed start to shake.

caitlyn positioned you to fuck you as deeply as she could, burying her throbbing cock to the base inside you, spilling her cum into your womb with little regard of the potential consequences.

so i guess that's how you found yourself face down in caitlyn's bed.

i have like the worst caitlyn brainrot right now 😭😭

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

mdni. sub-top ellie with a small dick. bottom fem-reader. loser ellie. degradation. vaginal sex. p in v sex. super short drabble. partially based off this ask.

ellie has the smallest cock you’ve ever seen—barely the length of your thumb, no thicker than two fingers. it’s a pitiful, useless thing, hardly worth calling a dick at all. and when she has you sprawled out on her bed, pushing into you with desperate little thrusts, you can scarcely feel her.

you wonder if you’re the first girl she’s ever fucked—how could you not be? what other girl in their right mind would even let her get this far? you should push her off, should stop this before it reaches the inevitable, because this is doing nothing for you—she’s just using you like some poor little toy—and yet, for some reason, you don’t.

“haah, fuck—do you like it?” ellie asks, raspy and tinged with something sweetly naive.

you can’t help but laugh, because is she actually serious right now? is ellie unaware of how pathetic her tiny shrimp dick is? the condom keeps sliding off for christ’s sake. and then, predictably, her little cock slips out of you for the nth time.

you croon satirically, “oh, yeahhh, fucking me so good, shoved inside me so deep. you’re really ruining me, baby.”

ellie shudders when she presses back inside you, jostling you up the bed with each eager, fumbling thrust. her tiny tits are bouncing like jello and her cockhead is leaking precum inside you like a faucet. it’s cute, in a way—and she’s being such a sweetheart, so maybe you should find it in your heart to have some compassion, but you can’t help teasing her.

“does this even feel good for you? you’re barely stretching me out, babe.” and you’re genuinely asking, which makes ellie all the more embarrassed and ashamed.

ellie flushes bright red, the humiliation painting the tips of her ears down to her throat. she’s fucking you like a cheap whore—like that’s what she’s used to. maybe that’s all she knows. after all, who else would waste their time with a cock this small unless they were getting paid for it? and yet here you are, letting her have you for free. that must make you even lower, scummier.

“yes, mmphh—aghh, i like it, i like it—feels good,” ellie pants, dumb and suffused with need.

“yeah? gonna squirt your tiny dick inside me?” you coo, petting her hair back.

her breath stutters, hips losing what little rhythm they had to begin with, and ellie’s slowing down as if she’s trying to hold back—like she actually thinks she can make this last. it’s almost endearing, how hard she’s trying, how earnestly she clings to the illusion that she’s giving you something worth taking.

“mngh, fuck—” ellie chokes, hands trembling, gripping onto your waist like she’s scared her cock will slip out again—and it wouldn’t surprise you if it did.

you press a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead brushes yours. “go on, baby,” you murmur, half a purr, half a taunt. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

that’s all it takes. she whimpers—nasally and pathetic—and her entire body tenses up like a coiled spring, before she snaps, spilling inside the condom in a series of weak, jerky thrusts. it’s almost imperceptible, but you can feel it; the tiny little cock pulsing against your gummy walls, trying to bypass the latex and fill your cunt full of sticky cum.

ellie collapses on top of you, shivering, breath hot against your collarbone. for a moment, she’s still. and then—quietly, hesitantly—she whispers, “did you…?”

you don’t answer. instead, you comb your fingers lazily through her hair, offering her the softest ghost of affection. you let her have this moment—let her believe, just for a little while, that she gave you even a fraction of what you gave her.

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[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

★ — MATING SEASON

bunny!cait × bunny!fem!reader

cw : caitlyn and reader are hybrids (obviously), heat, amab!cait, top!cait, sub!reader, vaginal sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, too short.

YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, your body was tired from the many rounds you had with your partner, your poor pussy was already sore and sensitive from the overstimulation. during mating season it was always the same: hours and hours of non-stop sex.

what you didn't know was that caitlyn was also exhausted, her cock couldn't handle cumming so many times anymore, but god, she felt so good to be inside you, your pussy squeezed her so well that she found herself completely addicted.

she thrust into you hard and fast, the tip of her member hitting your g-spot over and over again. her breathing was raspy and matched your loud, sly moans. she takes one of your legs and places it on her shoulder, the new angle giving her the ability to go deeper inside you, even hitting your cervix.

"fuck-" she moans, rolling her eyes as she felt your tired walls clamp down on her sensitive cock. her fluff tail wiggled ecstatically, swinging rapidly from side to side, as did your own.

she looks down, seeing the look of pleasure on your face, your sweaty body, your hair standing on end and your ears hanging low... you looked so beautiful and she could hardly resist. her hand moves to your other leg and places it on her shoulder as well, resuming a fast rhythm that made you scream in pleasure.

"cait—!" you say between loud moans, grabbing the sheets behind you hard enough to pull them off the bed.

caitlyn closes her eyes, moaning as she feels her orgasm coming to her. "oh shit— I'm gonna get you pregnant, put lots of little babies in you" she says, not assimilating what she has just said due to her brain completely melted by pleasure. "It will be s-so beautiful to see you all plump with my babies—" she says and moans, burying her face in your neck as she speeds up her thrusts.

you both moaned loudly and again that day you reached orgasm, your pussy gushing your fluids and caitlyn spurting her cum inside you. you stay there, panting, trying to recover from the twentieth orgasm you had, your body shaking with exhaustion.

however, your rest was far from happening. when you saw, she was turning you to the side, lifting your leg and already inserting herself into you again.

"caitlyn—" you try to protest, your voice coming out in a tired sigh. she just caresses your face, whispering:

"shh...just one more round, please?" she said and then, she started moving inside you again.

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SOMETHING NEW with caitlyn kiramman

୧ ‧₊˚ your sex life with your girlfriend, caitlyn, was sweet, but a little too…vanilla. so, you tell her exactly what you want, and she fulfills your wishes in more ways than you could think of.

pairings and aus. oldergf!caitlyn kiramman 𝑥 fem!reader

warnings. smut. swearing. light choking. orgasm denial. mention of a safe word, though not used. cum play. bondage/tying up. mommy kink. caitlyn being a big softie for her gf.

gabi’s quick thoughts. none. just this. sorry for the bad ending oops i really had nothing to say </3

word count. 5.5k

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you don’t even knock.

your nerves are too loud for politeness, and your thoughts have been spiraling all morning. you need to say it now, or you won’t say it at all.

you and caitlyn had been dating for months, and she was absolutely lovely in every way. she was passionate, full of care, and she always told you how special you were to her, which, you appreciate. 

but, there was something missing. 

you and caitlyn first had intimacy around three months in. it was the most romantic and sweet thing you had ever experienced, and after, she held you for hours until the both of you drifted off to sleep. 

however, now a couple months later, you were wanting a bit more. it was relatively the same each time— you had gentle sex, with light kisses and fragile touches, cleaned up, and fell asleep. it wasn’t that you hated it— no, quite the opposite— but you were dying to try something new from time to time. you were just too scared to tell her. 

would she be down for it? or would it be repulsive to her? you had no idea. 

caitlyn was always pretty closed off when it came to talking about fantasies or things she wanted to try, which was a surprise, considering she had four years on you, and was way more experienced. you honestly didn’t have a clue if she was into anything other than standard vanilla sex, and at first, it didn’t raise any questions. but you were burning with passion, for such a deeper need that she could only fulfill. 

so, here you stood, right behind her closed door with clammy hands and a heart beating with anxiety. it wasn’t that you feel like you couldn’t talk about it, but everything was just so new, and the fear of messing up swallowed the desire to be direct with what you wanted. 

reluctantly, you pushed the door open, and stopped dead in the doorway. 

“cait, can we talk—?”

there are guards in her room. two of them, standing straight-backed near her window like they’re made of stone, and you have to take a double-take to make sure that they’re even breathing. caitlyn is sitting at her desk, reading something with too many signatures at the bottom, completely honed in. 

she looks up, startled, but clearly pleased to see you. her eyes soften, “darling—”

“i didn’t know you had people in here,” you mumble, one foot already back in the hall, regretting every step that led you here. you should’ve just waited, or called— but it was too late for that now. 

“what’s wrong?” she stands from her chair, already walking toward you, and you already know that there’s a slim chance you can get out of this. her voice lowers, gentle, like she thinks you’re hurt. her chin tilts, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

you hesitate. you were going to wait until tonight, to maybe whisper it in her ear while you curled up beside her, or maybe say it in a way that didn’t feel so serious. but now you’re standing here in front of her, heart stuttering, hands cold, yet the words are burning up the back of your throat.

“honey, just tell me. surely it can’t be that—“

“i wanted to talk about… um… our sex life.”

it gets so quiet that you hear one of the guards clear his throat in attempt to mask clear discomfort, and caitlyn blinks. her cheeks flush instantly, a pink hue blossoming over her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. you can’t feel her, but you know she’s burning hot. 

“oh,” she says stiffly, pretending to cough, “oh. well then, um…g-guards, you may be dismissed.”

they file out wordlessly, though one of them definitely walks a little faster than the other, and you swear that you can hear one of them pretending to gag, followed by a giggle as they leave. the door shuts with a soft click, and you’re left alone with her, the tension humming in the air like static.

you fiddle with the hem of your sleeve.

“i shouldn’t have just…said it like that,” you murmur out nervously, still messing with the loose frays on your sleeve.  “i didn’t know they were gonna be in here, and now you probably think i’m—”

“no,” your girlfriend cuts in quickly, “i mean— yes, they were here, but no, i don’t think anything bad. just… surprised.”

“you never talk about it,” you say, quieter now, trying to avoid eye contact as best you could. “…and sometimes i feel like i shouldn’t bring it up because you’re always so composed. i just feel like everything’s so taboo between the two of us.”

she takes your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles, and looks at you with sweet, glossy eyes. her voice softens, “oh, i’m sorry, darling. i just… i’ve never been the kind of person who finds it easy to talk about those things. even when i want to.”

you nod, heart slowing down. she was right— knowing her upbringing, that probably wasn’t her focus at all. sure, she’s had flings and short-lived relationships, but you were the first girl that she was really with. none of this probably came easy for her, and you didn’t blame her. 

“babe, i wanted to….um. try…some things?” you confess, twisting your foot against the hardwood floors awkwardly. you swallow, trying to ease up, “something new. but not just that— i want us to be able to talk about ‘it’ without it feeling so… fragile. like if i say the wrong word, you’ll shut down. i’m scared of that.”

caitlyn exhales like she’s been holding her breath since you walked in. she pulls you in, forehead against yours, a gentle hand coming up to rub the small of your back, lowering gently to the lowest part. 

“i’m not shutting down,” she whispers into you, “i’m just… learning how to be more upfront about things. when i was younger, it wasn’t really on my mind, you know, love?”

you close your eyes, leaning farther into her embrace, letting her arms fully close around you, circling around your back and up your shoulders. “do you wanna talk now?” you ask her, your voice low, but oozing with nervousness.

she kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then a little lower, lips brushing your neck, sending gentle chills up your spine. you shiver against her as she pulls your face up with her hands, eyes boring into yours. 

she cracks a gentle smile, “we can talk, and then maybe… we can show each other what we want.”

you smile, a little breathless.

“okay.”

and the moment the words leave your mouth, you see something shift in her. it isn’t anything like usual— hesitant and reserved, but instead, it’s something akin to a quiet focus. 

she doesn’t rush at all. she lifts your hand to her mouth first, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like it’s the most gentle thing in the world. her voice is barely above a whisper as her eyes flutter up at you— her usual glassy, bright blue eyes now shadowed over with something you don’t recognize. 

“tell me what you want to try.”

your cheeks heat, but you hold her gaze, careful not to falter. this is what you’ve been wanting for so long, and now that the moment’s finally here, you want to do any and everything but back out. 

“i want you to stop being so careful. with me.”

she tilts her head, partially in confusion, partially because she wants you to elaborate more. so, you clarify.

“you’re always gentle, and so very sweet. which…i love that, don’t get me wrong— but i want more than just sweetness sometimes. i want you tell me what to do and when to do it— i just…i want you to do whatever you want.”

her eyes flick down to your lips. she’s listening attentively, taking in each word like it really matters— which, to her, it does.

you’re slightly nervous now, and a little embarrassed, heat flaring in your cheeks. you physically can’t look at her without doubling over, and you do so— falling into her, saying the rest against her collarbone, your voice barely above the sound of her breath.

“i want to see what you’re like when you’re not being nice. i want…i want you to be mean. rough with me.” 

something flickers in caitlyn, and you feel her nod, her hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you reply almost instantly, and that’s all it takes for cait. 

she doesn’t rush, but there’s a purpose to her actions now, a confidence that settles into her spine as she backs you toward her bed. the air shifts with it, and you feel your heartbeat speed up, anticipation curling in your stomach when she kisses you differently this time.

not the soft, tender brush of lips she usually gives you before sleep or bidding you goodbye. this one is deeper, hungrier, like it’s making up for every time she held back. her hands stay at your waist for a second, then trail lower, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, testing the waters just a little bit. 

she pulls back just slightly.

“i want you to tell me if i go too far,” she says, and she’s nothing but serious. you nod fervently, but she shakes her head, her index finger curling underneath your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look at her. 

“tell me.”

“yes ma’am.” you squeak out, nodding again, your skin tingly and hot. 

“what a good girl.” she coos, and before you even have enough time to react, her hands find the hem of your t-shirt— which, is really her’s— pulling it off, her fingers brushing over every inch of your smooth skin like she’s committing it to memory. she kisses the space below your collarbone, then lower, and lower, and when you gasp her name, she murmurs “yes, love?” like she’s teasing, but her hands are shaking just a little.

she’s nervous, but she masks it well. you can tell she’s starting to ease up by the way she kisses you and grabs your ass, and not just a little tap like she usually does. her hands are roaming all around you, hungry for you, desperate to make you feel good. 

you reach for her shirt too— unbuttoning it, one by one, until her chest is bare beneath you, excusing a black, lacy bra that she’s wearing. her hair falls forward, brushing your shoulder, and she leans in again, mouth hot against your neck now, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch.

you discard her shirt to the floor like it’s worth nothing, grabbing her face to pull her lips back onto yours. you’re both messily trying to reach the bed, stumbling over shirts and other items that are scattered about her bedroom. 

cait pulls you down onto her crisply made bed, covers shifting as she flips you underneath her with a swift movement, not breaking the kiss. a tiny moan passes through your lips as her fingers toy with the waistband of your jeans, and you can practically hear your own heartbeat in your ears, anticipation rising. 

she shifts down to kiss your jaw, then your throat, then across your chest, slow and methodical like she’s tracing a map she’s read a hundred times but only now dares to touch. she presses her thigh between yours, and you arch into it, your breath catching in your throat.

“c-cait—”

“i know,” she murmurs, her voice dripping honey as she shifts down, her hand reaching the button on your jeans. as soon as she looks up at you for confirmation, you breathe out a helpless plea, and she nods, grinning. 

she slides her fingers onto the buttons, undoing each one carefully, amused at how shaky you get with each one she takes out slow and purposeful, until you’re gasping her name again, this time raw and open. 

with a little bit of force, plus your shimmying, she moves your bottoms down until they reach your ankles, sliding them off and throwing them behind her without another look. 

caitlyn gives you a half-smile when her eyes land on your pretty blue panties, the one with the lace and bow at the top that she had picked out for you. you offer up a sheepish smile, legs squeezed shut, “hi.”

“hi, pretty,” she gleams, tapping your thighs lightly, “open ‘em.”

you oblige, your legs spreading slowly for her, and she lets out a quiet giggle when she sees the giant wet spot at your core. she wets her lips with her tongue, “eager much, huh, babe?” 

you grow shy, your head falling into your shoulder as you nod silently. 

“let me take care of you.” 

caitlyn’s face falls in between your thighs, kissing them repeatedly, landing on all your sweet spots that she knows all too well. both her hands find the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, and you shiver at the new temperature of air. 

she, once again, throws your underwear onto the floor like it’s a piece of trash, cooing out at how pretty you look— and she tells you that, too. 

“you make it so hard to hold back,” she whispers honestly, “i…i don’t think i want to anymore.”

“then don’t.”

and she doesn’t.

“just—“ she brings her wrist up to her mouth, her teeth trapping the edge of a hair tie as her hands cup around her scalp, pooling her hair into a ponytail. she slides the elastic up her fingers and your eyes are glued to her, watching her nimble fingers dwindle, securing her hair and blowing a loose piece away from her face. 

your feel your eyes widen, just a bit. you don’t have much time to react before her middle and ring finger are placed against your sopping pussy, collecting your juices on her fingertips, spreading the wetness to your clit, teasing you. you shudder.

“w-wait, caitlyn,” you interrupt before she can go any further, and she looks up at you, “hm?”

“…nevermind.” you shake your head. 

she hums, but she’s not convinced. her hand slides up to your thigh, slower now, more deliberate. she squeezes it gently, “no. there’s something else.”

you bite your lip.

she shifts closer, blue eyes watching you with that sharp, focused look that always makes your stomach turn instantly. 

“you promised,” she reminds you gently, “that you’d tell me what you wanted.”

you hesitate. it’s not that you don’t want to— it’s just… different this time. harder to say. it’s more than just her changing her demeanor, it’s an action, once that you weren’t sure if she’d be interested in. 

“is it something you’re afraid i won’t like?” she asks gently, not pushing, but just out of pure wonder.

you shake your head.

“then what is it?”

your voice is barely a whisper when you say, “you’ll think it’s too much.”

caitlyn’s gaze softens, but she doesn’t let up. she leans in, brushing her lips just below your dripping core.

“tell me anyway.”

your throat works as you breathe out, honest, “i want you to tie me up.”

there’s a beat of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. you can tell she’s thinking about what you just said, gears turning like she’s full of ideas.

she pulls back just slightly, just enough to see your face. “you want me to—”

“not in a scary way,” you rush out, cheeks burning, “just… soft. but firm. like you’re in control. i don’t know.” you look away from her, “gosh, i feel stupid.”

“look at me,” she says, and when you do, her expression makes you forget how to breathe. she’s not judging you or looking hesitant, but instead, her eyes are lit up like she’s been wanting to do that all along. 

“you’re not stupid,” she says slowly, “you’re perfect.”

you barely get a sound out before she speaks again, “stay right there.”

you nod, breathless, and watch as she stands up and crosses the room— calm and composed, but she’s got a new pep in her step. she opens a drawer at her desk and rummages around for a second before she returns with a soft, navy silk scarf and that look in her eyes again, the one that makes your knees go weak even when you’re lying down.

“hands up.” she orders, and it isn’t laced with that usual tenderness— no, this was a command, and you follow it.

you lift them slowly. you’re nervous and excited all at once, and the mixture is dizzying. she moves to the side of the bed and she binds your wrists together behind your back, gently but tight enough that you can feel it. her fingers linger after, tracing the new vulnerability she’s created.

“still okay?” she asks, watching your face to make sure you’re alright.

you nod again for what feels like the hundredth time, “yes, please. i need you.”

cait smiles. not her usual amused, aristocratic smirk— not at all. this one is deeper, much darker, and you whine at that, at that look, where you both know the exact same thing. 

she’s gonna make you fall apart. 

she kisses down your neck, your chest, taking her time while your arms stay pinned over your head. she moves lower until she’s sprawled underneath you, her nose laying on top of her clit. she starts off slowly, licking into you slow and precise, holding your thighs open as you gasp her name. you squirm and she presses your hips down with a firm hand, murmuring against your skin, “easy, love. i’ve got you.”

and you know she does. 

her tongue finds your clit almost instantly, toying with the sensitive bud. you sigh, basking in her touch, fingers curling in the sheets where you can, the scarf tight behind your back as your body arches helplessly.

you can’t even hide how loud the moan is. it slips out like a secret, but it’s still very audible. you weren’t expecting her to be this good at what you asked for, nor this focused. this deliberate.

caitlyn doesn’t say anything at first— she just hums low, like she’s pleased with herself. her lips are soft, her tongue precise, her grip on your thighs firm and immovable. it’s everything you asked for— commanding, but still cait, like always. 

then, suddenly, her lips pull away from you with a pop, and you whine out helpless, body shifting on the covers. she pulls her fingers to her mouth and wets them, eyes glued on you, lining them up with your wet pussy. slowly, she pushes them inside you— so deep that you can feel it so high up. she curls them tight and you gasp, and then, she’s gone. 

caitlyn pumps her fingers in and out in a harsh rhythm, fingertips curling as her thumb comes up to rub your clit in sloppy, quick circles. it’s nearly too much for you— it throws you into a haze of nothing but pleasure, the only sounds filling the room being your heavy breathing and the wetness from your cunt. she’s unrelenting, and it’s all you could ever want. 

you whisper her name like a prayer, squirming beneath her touch, but she tuts at you mockingly. 

“don’t run from it,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your sensitive thighs, “you said you wanted me in control, didn’t you?  i’m just giving you what you asked for.”

you whimper at the words, your body already on edge, your wrists aching in the best way. you want more. God, you want so much more.

you don’t even realize you’re crying out until her fingers quicken even faster— rapidly pushing inside you with practiced ease, curling just right, drawing a gasp from your throat that’s half-shock, half-desperation.

“f-fuck, cait—”

“that’s it,” she praises, voice low, “take it. be a good girl and take it.”

your legs are shaking, and she’s not even moving that fast. that’s the thing— she’s not trying to break you, but she’s trying to unravel you. 

her thumb circulates against your clit as her fingers work you open, and your whole body stutters beneath the intensity. you’re so worked up that you almost try to reach out before realizing that you’re tied up— you’re twitching, gasping, panting like it’s too much, but you don’t want her to stop. not even for a second.

she leans forward, teeth grazing your skin, “you like being tied up for me?” she asks you softly, but mockingly, “you like not being able to touch me? hm?” 

you nod desperately, your head thrown back as a string of curses slip through your teeth, “i love it,” you take a second to breathe, “i love it— please, c-caitlyn, don’t stop—”

your girlfriend chuckles— low, dangerous, but seemingly affectionate. her pace quickens slightly, and she’s cooing little praises beneath you as your back arches. you’re so close that it hurts.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this,” caitlyn tells you, voice raw now, and her usual sweetness is long gone. “falling apart for me, making all these sweet little sounds— fuck, i need you.” 

you feel your walls tightening around her, crying out against her palm, practically begging for whatever else she can give. 

you feel your legs shake and your breath hitch, and you’re so close you feel like your body’s gonna snap. “c-cait, cait, baby— i’m gonna—“

but caitlyn… caitlyn has other plans.

just when you’re about to tip over the edge, she pulls back— fingers drenched, eyes dark, her breathing steady, while yours is completely shattered.

“you thought you were gonna cum, didn’t you?” she questions, thumb tracing a line over your inner thigh as she looks up at you with that look, and you shiver at that.

you nod, dazed and wide-eyed. “yes— baby, please, i—”

“did i say you could? did you even ask?” 

your breath catches in your throat again, this time from the shift in her tone. it’s not cruel, no, never cruel— but stern. in control, just what you had asked for. 

“well, n-no,” you admit, voice small, “but i thought—”

“you don’t get to think tonight,” caitlyn cuts in gently, and she leans up and kisses your trembling lips, “you asked me to take charge. so i am. you’ll cum when i want you to.”

your head drops back against the pillows, a whine building in your throat. she’s already kissing her way back down your body, hands pressing your thighs wide open again. 

you’re too sensitive now. every touch feels like a wild fire. your toes curl, your spine twists, and her tongue is back on your clit like nothing ever stopped— but you know now. you know she won’t let you finish, at least, not until you ask nicely— and even then, you know who’s really in control. 

and somehow, that makes it worse, yet so much hotter.

you cry out again, hips lifting, your legs shaking, and the feeling is so much stronger than before, but she pulls away just before you can get close. 

again.

“caitlyn,” you’re literally begging now, tears stinging against your eyes, “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll be so good. but i just need—” 

“i know,” she whispers, kissing the inside of your thigh gently, and it’s reassuring, “i know, darling. you’re doing so well. but not yet.”

you lose count of how many times she edges you like that— over and over, winding you up like a string she’s pulling tighter and tighter, and refusing to let you let go. she holds your hips down when you squirm, hushes you when you sob, kisses you so sweetly, and still won’t let you fall apart.

“tell me your safeword,” she murmurs, hands smoothing over your stomach with one hand, the other still buried deep inside of your cunt, fingers still at work. “just so i know you still remember.”

you nod through tears, eyes blurry and unfocused, “blueberry.”

she kisses your thighs, “good girl.”

then, she starts all over again. not completely— just enough to work you back up, her mouth replacing her thumb on your clit, and you feel like you’re seeing stars. 

you bury your face in a pillow, the need for stability gnawing at you. you can’t hold on, so you smush your face into the silky case, still wrecked. “please, cait…honey, i-i want to cum. i need to. i’ve been so…so good— and it hurts. please, cait!” 

caitlyn pulls away from your pussy and hums, thinking it over a few times, and then she grins.

“on my fingers or my tongue?”

you blink, gasping, surprised that she was even going to let you finish off. “wh-what?”

“you get one,” she tells you, “and you better cum hard, because i’m not letting you get another one.”

it doesn’t take much thought to answer her question. you choose her tongue, which she favors, and it’s inside you in seconds.

and when you cum— finally, completely, crying into the sheets— you scream her name like it’s the only thing that’ll save you. your whole body locks, and she talks you through it the entire time.

“yeah, that’s it, darling— cum for me.”

“such a pretty girl.”

“i know, i know, but you’re a big girl. you can take it.”

you don’t remember how long it takes for you to catch your breath. you just know that when you do, caitlyn’s right there, smiling. she’s brushing your hair back, her thumb tracing your cheekbone. “still breathing?”

you nod. barely.

“good,” she says, kissing you slowly, sweetly. “i love you.” she reminds you. 

you’re still laid out beneath her, body flushed and soft from the first round, when your free hands reach up to touch her again. your fingers trail up her clothed thigh, light and wanting, but she catches your wrist— not roughly. just firm.

you pause, eyes flicking up, “you don’t want me to touch you?”

caitlyn hesitates. she doesn’t pull you away, not exactly, but her grip lingers for a second, her thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin.

“i do,” she affirms softly, “i do, it’s just… i want to treat you tonight.”

you blink, a little breathless, “treat me?”

caitlyn exhales, and it’s a little shaky. her cheeks are flushed, and you can tell she’s nervous from something she hasn’t said yet, something she’s clearly been holding back.

“it’s stupid,” she murmurs, half-smiling like she’s already bracing to be teased, “i’ve just… i like being the one in charge. with you. i like taking care of you. and…” she trails off, lips parting like she’s not sure if she should finish.

“caitlyn,” you call out her her, and she hums. “baby, you can tell me. this is for both of us, and if you want something, i want you to let me know.” 

“okay,” she whispers slowly, more to brace herself than to respond to your statement. her eyes cast downward like she’s suddenly shy, and you blink up at her, surprised. “i’ve been thinking about something, a word— something i want you to say. but only if you’re comfortable.”

you nod, a little nervous now, but curious, “kiramman, spit it out.” 

you can tell she wants to, but she’s reluctant. she shakes her head and pulls you into her by your hips and kisses you, her fingers dancing against your nude hips, and you forget all about it. not wanting to push her. she throws your leg over hers, her hands roaming all over. she moans into you, “i want to touch you again.” 

you feel like your skin is ignited. you’re wanting more than you can handle, your sensitivity still heightened, but you don’t care. you let caitlyn flip you underneath her, let her place sloppy kisses all over your body, let her tongue graze your clit until your legs shake. 

she finds herself under you once again, her tongue drawing sloppy figure 8’s on your clit, then down to your pussy. you’re so sensitive that you’re already getting close, and caitlyn can tell— she always does. 

when you whimper out, she shushes you, “stop that, darling, let mommy make you feel good. it’s okay, i know— i’m not going anywhere.”

you stop. “caitlyn?”

she stops, and looks up at you. “yes?” 

“what did you just say?” 

she draws a slow breath in, “w-what do you mean?”

“let who make me feel good?”

there’s a pause, and you raise an eyebrow at her, smiling. she looks away for a second and almost laughs— and you know she’s embarrassed, which makes your heart squeeze. 

caitlyn sighs, “you’ve never called me anything like that before. but sometimes, when you let go like that… when you let me take care of you…” she swallows. “i think about you calling me…you know—“

“mommy?”

“right.” she agrees, looking anywhere but in your eyes. 

you stare at her for a long moment, heart skipping. caitlyn, flushed and trying so hard to stay composed, still has her hand pressed to your thigh. she's avoiding your eyes, which is rare. but you know her now— know her well enough to see the part of her that tries to hide when she's so vulnerable.

"you could've just said that," you murmur, voice breathy, warm. "you know i'd do anything for you."

her gaze finally meets yours, and something in it softens. she’s still shy, but she’s loosened up. "it's not just about the name, it's... what it means when you say it."

"and what does it mean?" 

caitlyn takes a breath, then crawls back up over you slowly, her body sliding over yours. her hand wraps gently around your throat— not squeezing, just holding— and the shift is immediate. she's in control again, and she knows it, basking in it. 

"it means you're mine," she whispers with a smile, “and i take care of what's mine. always.” 

you whimper at that, at the return of her weight. she watches you unravel beneath her again, and it must be all the permission she needs, because the next second, she's kissing you— rougher this time, messily, like this is the last time. 

quickly, her hands are between your legs again before you can say anything else, parting you with the same unrelenting precision she always has. she fingers you like she knows you inside and out, because she does. she’s so deep that it almost hurts, but the pleasure’s greater than the pain, and you moan out at that.

“cait, please—“ your sentence dies on your tongue, and just when you start to squirm, chasing the edge, she pulls back. 

“ask nicely.” she orders you, and without thinking, you plead, your head dropping into her shoulder. 

“please— m-mommy, please let me cum—“

the groan she lets out is deep, guttural, like you've just unhinged something in her. she doesn't waste another second— her fingers press inside you, slow but firm, and her mouth is back on your throat, your chest, anywhere she can reach. her other hand holds you down when your hips buck, and when you whimper again, she shushes you gently.

"just relax. mommy's gonna take care of everything."

and she does.

she builds you up so slowly you feel like you're losing your mind, touching you just how you like— soft but commanding, her pace teasing yet cruel. you squirm, and she tightens her grip on your hip.

you feel the coil in your stomach pulse, and you cry out, back lifting off of the covers, but caitlyn doesn’t stop. she just kisses your shoulder, “cum for mommy, baby.”

you feel everything in you snap open, your body shaking in periodic spurts, your back falling back into the sweaty covers beneath you. caitlyn helps you ride out your high and you swear you’ve died and came back to life. 

you both sigh and fall into the sheets, looking at each other before giggling silently. caitlyn cups your cheek, “was that…okay?”

“yeah,” you nod and kiss her plump lips, “more than okay.” 

₊⊹ taglist: @drunkinyourbenz

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

Can we be?

Pop star! Caitlyn x Rock star! Reader

Content:Lesbians (duh), yearning (one-sided maybe)

TW: angst if ur a molecule, reader is sort of described as masc, reader is kinda mean

non-sapphics and men dni

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Caitlyn had only "met" you once. You were both at the same award ceremony. You two didn't really speak, just passed by each other on the red carpet, on that red carpet you were trying to squeeze through the crowd of people.

As you slid by you put your hand on Caits waist while she was doing an interview with a journalist. It was an accident, you didn't even notice, honest, but of course it sent the media into a spiral.

Caitlyn didn't think much of it, she's been shipped with everyone she's come in contact with, even if she smiled a little at this one, just a smidge. She wouldn't deny that you're cute and totally not her type, the polar opposite of her, but she would never tell anyone that of course.

That kitty-crush of hers was gone when she was scrolling online during her short break on the way to an interview.

You were on stage and it was raining like crazy, none the less you were singing your heart out to one of your songs, guitar in hand, on your knees playing your guitar like the world was over.

You had a baggy white shirt on that had become transparent due to the rain so your sports bra and toned biceps were somewhat exposed. Caits breath was caught, replaying the one part of the video where you moved your head up as you held a note, exposing your collarbone.

Her dirty thoughts were cut short when the extravagant black car came to a stop, her assistant calling to her from the front, "Cait? You ready?"

"Uh- Yes of course!"

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You just finished up a practice concert, you sat to take a breath, downing a water bottle.

Your band mate is suddenly running towards you, she eagerly sits beside you brimming with excitement. "Y/N Y/N!! HAVE YOU SEEN THIS YET?" she hoots at you.

"Kenzie chill! What is it? Why are you so excited?"

She shoved her phone in your face, causing you to back up slightly. The video on the screen is an edit of you and Caitlyn, the one from the red carpet incident.

You raise a brow, looking between Kenzie and the video with a deadpanned face.

"Okayy...and this means what? you question her

Her smile wipes and she looks at you with a dumbfounded face "You serious? You're getting shipped with CAITLYN the best pop star out there! I think you two would be cute actually..." she trails off on the last part.

"Okay and I've been shipped with damn near everyone, this is nothing new Kenz." you retort

She just rolls her eyes at you, "Yea but this is Caitlyn, she's totally your type anyways! Why-"

"Kenz you know I don't do prissy nepo girls who turn their noses up at everyone who actually had to work to get where they are" you interrupt. "She probably wouldn't even like me anyways.." you almost whisper.

Kenz noticed your shift, she pats your back, "One more song before we head out?"

You nod with a smile "Yea".

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Caitlyn found herself on the internet during her break time again. She's laying on her couch, legs crossed occasionally petting her cat.

Scrolling, laughing or smiling every now and then. Her fingers come to a stop as she watches another ship video of you and Caitlyn.

She decides to check the comments, not even sure why. As she's scrolling she comes across a comment that makes her heart ache a little.

"I don't know why y'all are shipping them tg, I thought we all knew Y/N never got over her ex. Why else would she get so into songs talking about a girl?"

For some reason Cait had been really hurt as if she actually knew you, I mean she had built a small attachment to you. She's been geeking about you for a couple days now in secret. She totally didn't download that video she saw of you in the rain. She totally doesn't watch it everyday when she can either.

She decided it was best to cut her phone off, maybe write some music or something, what she didn't realize was that in the midst of putting her phone away she liked the video.

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Part 2? idk how much I like the end ✌️

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

۶ৎ older gf!caitlyn who always rewards you when you pass an exam by pressing your knees towards your ears, exposing your glistening cunt to her hungry gaze. she'd shh and coo at the tears bubbling up in your waterline, strangled hiccups falling from your lips as her cock is snug within the warmth of your walls. peppering soft kisses along your neck, up your jaw to your face, kissing away a fallen stray tear. she hates to see you cry, but there's something intoxicating, and albeit an ego booster to see you cry on her cock.

when you begin to incoherently babble about wanting to come, she doesn't let up. the rapid snap of her hips and the grip on the back of your knees melts your body within the mattress. and when you look so cute beneath her, chest heaving, needy glossed over eyes, tear streaks on your cheeks, puffy lips, and greedy cunt sucking her back in the moment she backs out with just her tip at your entrance before sinking back in. she has to give it to you. it's what you deserve, you earned it.

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

૮꒰ྀི σ̴̶̷̤ . σ̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀིა ballerina!caitlyn seethes at the thought of coming second next to you.

she hadn't doubted her abilities in a while. not when you place your sole on the side of your calf, slowly lowering your free hand with poise as the other firmly holds the cold metal, taking your time. annoying, she thought. caitlyn's ice-cold eyes narrowed at the girls who have been ogling you for the past few hours since the routine started.

ever since you've entered the studio, all prissy and cheerful, showering in praises of the other ballerinas, she could feel a storm of envy and something else she couldn't quite name stirring inside of her. maybe it's the way you'd react so kindly to even her most belittling insults, taking it as criticism you could use for further improvement with a sickly, saccharine smile gracing your lips, or when you'd compliment her new navy blue shrug despite how rude she'd been towards you the past few weeks, only responding to you with a scoff, turning away to hide the faint flush painting her chiseled cheeks.

each interaction with you boiled irritation within her. from the occasional bumping and clashing while performing, to you accidentally knocking her over when you mistakenly stepped an inch too close, a duel of 'oomph!'s followed by a loud thud on the glossy wooden floor.

"must you be so clumsy?" her posh accent scrutinized you, pushing you off of her front. a strand of her long bangs came undone from her slick bun, held together by a black ribbon, making her frustration more attractive.

"i'm so, so, sorry! i didn't mean t-" your sincere apology was interrupted by the class instructor yelling for the two of you to get back on track.

caitlyn glanced at you one last time with a huff before getting back in place, her light pink pointe shoes thudding softly with each step she took. her chin tilted up, ready for another tide of torturous hours of endless violins and pianos filling her eardrums, bending her body to twists and turns in an almost supernatural way, a display of her fluid movements and dedicated artistry to ballet. everything about her screamed perfection—surely, you couldn't ever compare to her.

she sees your naivety as an easy way to break you down, push you off and reclaim her title.

a/n: not proofread :p my ceo cait will be delayed unfortunately so have this one in the meantime !! 😛 #procrastinationqueen | just asked my brother for a quan millz book and he's flabbergasted *-*

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

SOMETHING NEW with caitlyn kiramman

୧ ‧₊˚ your sex life with your girlfriend, caitlyn, was sweet, but a little too…vanilla. so, you tell her exactly what you want, and she fulfills your wishes in more ways than you could think of.

pairings and aus. oldergf!caitlyn kiramman 𝑥 fem!reader

warnings. smut. swearing. light choking. orgasm denial. mention of a safe word, though not used. cum play. bondage/tying up. mommy kink. caitlyn being a big softie for her gf.

gabi’s quick thoughts. none. just this. sorry for the bad ending oops i really had nothing to say </3

word count. 5.5k

masterlist ‧₊˚ taglist

you don’t even knock.

your nerves are too loud for politeness, and your thoughts have been spiraling all morning. you need to say it now, or you won’t say it at all.

you and caitlyn had been dating for months, and she was absolutely lovely in every way. she was passionate, full of care, and she always told you how special you were to her, which, you appreciate. 

but, there was something missing. 

you and caitlyn first had intimacy around three months in. it was the most romantic and sweet thing you had ever experienced, and after, she held you for hours until the both of you drifted off to sleep. 

however, now a couple months later, you were wanting a bit more. it was relatively the same each time— you had gentle sex, with light kisses and fragile touches, cleaned up, and fell asleep. it wasn’t that you hated it— no, quite the opposite— but you were dying to try something new from time to time. you were just too scared to tell her. 

would she be down for it? or would it be repulsive to her? you had no idea. 

caitlyn was always pretty closed off when it came to talking about fantasies or things she wanted to try, which was a surprise, considering she had four years on you, and was way more experienced. you honestly didn’t have a clue if she was into anything other than standard vanilla sex, and at first, it didn’t raise any questions. but you were burning with passion, for such a deeper need that she could only fulfill. 

so, here you stood, right behind her closed door with clammy hands and a heart beating with anxiety. it wasn’t that you feel like you couldn’t talk about it, but everything was just so new, and the fear of messing up swallowed the desire to be direct with what you wanted. 

reluctantly, you pushed the door open, and stopped dead in the doorway. 

“cait, can we talk—?”

there are guards in her room. two of them, standing straight-backed near her window like they’re made of stone, and you have to take a double-take to make sure that they’re even breathing. caitlyn is sitting at her desk, reading something with too many signatures at the bottom, completely honed in. 

she looks up, startled, but clearly pleased to see you. her eyes soften, “darling—”

“i didn’t know you had people in here,” you mumble, one foot already back in the hall, regretting every step that led you here. you should’ve just waited, or called— but it was too late for that now. 

“what’s wrong?” she stands from her chair, already walking toward you, and you already know that there’s a slim chance you can get out of this. her voice lowers, gentle, like she thinks you’re hurt. her chin tilts, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

you hesitate. you were going to wait until tonight, to maybe whisper it in her ear while you curled up beside her, or maybe say it in a way that didn’t feel so serious. but now you’re standing here in front of her, heart stuttering, hands cold, yet the words are burning up the back of your throat.

“honey, just tell me. surely it can’t be that—“

“i wanted to talk about… um… our sex life.”

it gets so quiet that you hear one of the guards clear his throat in attempt to mask clear discomfort, and caitlyn blinks. her cheeks flush instantly, a pink hue blossoming over her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. you can’t feel her, but you know she’s burning hot. 

“oh,” she says stiffly, pretending to cough, “oh. well then, um…g-guards, you may be dismissed.”

they file out wordlessly, though one of them definitely walks a little faster than the other, and you swear that you can hear one of them pretending to gag, followed by a giggle as they leave. the door shuts with a soft click, and you’re left alone with her, the tension humming in the air like static.

you fiddle with the hem of your sleeve.

“i shouldn’t have just…said it like that,” you murmur out nervously, still messing with the loose frays on your sleeve.  “i didn’t know they were gonna be in here, and now you probably think i’m—”

“no,” your girlfriend cuts in quickly, “i mean— yes, they were here, but no, i don’t think anything bad. just… surprised.”

“you never talk about it,” you say, quieter now, trying to avoid eye contact as best you could. “…and sometimes i feel like i shouldn’t bring it up because you’re always so composed. i just feel like everything’s so taboo between the two of us.”

she takes your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles, and looks at you with sweet, glossy eyes. her voice softens, “oh, i’m sorry, darling. i just… i’ve never been the kind of person who finds it easy to talk about those things. even when i want to.”

you nod, heart slowing down. she was right— knowing her upbringing, that probably wasn’t her focus at all. sure, she’s had flings and short-lived relationships, but you were the first girl that she was really with. none of this probably came easy for her, and you didn’t blame her. 

“babe, i wanted to….um. try…some things?” you confess, twisting your foot against the hardwood floors awkwardly. you swallow, trying to ease up, “something new. but not just that— i want us to be able to talk about ‘it’ without it feeling so… fragile. like if i say the wrong word, you’ll shut down. i’m scared of that.”

caitlyn exhales like she’s been holding her breath since you walked in. she pulls you in, forehead against yours, a gentle hand coming up to rub the small of your back, lowering gently to the lowest part. 

“i’m not shutting down,” she whispers into you, “i’m just… learning how to be more upfront about things. when i was younger, it wasn’t really on my mind, you know, love?”

you close your eyes, leaning farther into her embrace, letting her arms fully close around you, circling around your back and up your shoulders. “do you wanna talk now?” you ask her, your voice low, but oozing with nervousness.

she kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then a little lower, lips brushing your neck, sending gentle chills up your spine. you shiver against her as she pulls your face up with her hands, eyes boring into yours. 

she cracks a gentle smile, “we can talk, and then maybe… we can show each other what we want.”

you smile, a little breathless.

“okay.”

and the moment the words leave your mouth, you see something shift in her. it isn’t anything like usual— hesitant and reserved, but instead, it’s something akin to a quiet focus. 

she doesn’t rush at all. she lifts your hand to her mouth first, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like it’s the most gentle thing in the world. her voice is barely above a whisper as her eyes flutter up at you— her usual glassy, bright blue eyes now shadowed over with something you don’t recognize. 

“tell me what you want to try.”

your cheeks heat, but you hold her gaze, careful not to falter. this is what you’ve been wanting for so long, and now that the moment’s finally here, you want to do any and everything but back out. 

“i want you to stop being so careful. with me.”

she tilts her head, partially in confusion, partially because she wants you to elaborate more. so, you clarify.

“you’re always gentle, and so very sweet. which…i love that, don’t get me wrong— but i want more than just sweetness sometimes. i want you tell me what to do and when to do it— i just…i want you to do whatever you want.”

her eyes flick down to your lips. she’s listening attentively, taking in each word like it really matters— which, to her, it does.

you’re slightly nervous now, and a little embarrassed, heat flaring in your cheeks. you physically can’t look at her without doubling over, and you do so— falling into her, saying the rest against her collarbone, your voice barely above the sound of her breath.

“i want to see what you’re like when you’re not being nice. i want…i want you to be mean. rough with me.” 

something flickers in caitlyn, and you feel her nod, her hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you reply almost instantly, and that’s all it takes for cait. 

she doesn’t rush, but there’s a purpose to her actions now, a confidence that settles into her spine as she backs you toward her bed. the air shifts with it, and you feel your heartbeat speed up, anticipation curling in your stomach when she kisses you differently this time.

not the soft, tender brush of lips she usually gives you before sleep or bidding you goodbye. this one is deeper, hungrier, like it’s making up for every time she held back. her hands stay at your waist for a second, then trail lower, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, testing the waters just a little bit. 

she pulls back just slightly.

“i want you to tell me if i go too far,” she says, and she’s nothing but serious. you nod fervently, but she shakes her head, her index finger curling underneath your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look at her. 

“tell me.”

“yes ma’am.” you squeak out, nodding again, your skin tingly and hot. 

“what a good girl.” she coos, and before you even have enough time to react, her hands find the hem of your t-shirt— which, is really her’s— pulling it off, her fingers brushing over every inch of your smooth skin like she’s committing it to memory. she kisses the space below your collarbone, then lower, and lower, and when you gasp her name, she murmurs “yes, love?” like she’s teasing, but her hands are shaking just a little.

she’s nervous, but she masks it well. you can tell she’s starting to ease up by the way she kisses you and grabs your ass, and not just a little tap like she usually does. her hands are roaming all around you, hungry for you, desperate to make you feel good. 

you reach for her shirt too— unbuttoning it, one by one, until her chest is bare beneath you, excusing a black, lacy bra that she’s wearing. her hair falls forward, brushing your shoulder, and she leans in again, mouth hot against your neck now, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch.

you discard her shirt to the floor like it’s worth nothing, grabbing her face to pull her lips back onto yours. you’re both messily trying to reach the bed, stumbling over shirts and other items that are scattered about her bedroom. 

cait pulls you down onto her crisply made bed, covers shifting as she flips you underneath her with a swift movement, not breaking the kiss. a tiny moan passes through your lips as her fingers toy with the waistband of your jeans, and you can practically hear your own heartbeat in your ears, anticipation rising. 

she shifts down to kiss your jaw, then your throat, then across your chest, slow and methodical like she’s tracing a map she’s read a hundred times but only now dares to touch. she presses her thigh between yours, and you arch into it, your breath catching in your throat.

“c-cait—”

“i know,” she murmurs, her voice dripping honey as she shifts down, her hand reaching the button on your jeans. as soon as she looks up at you for confirmation, you breathe out a helpless plea, and she nods, grinning. 

she slides her fingers onto the buttons, undoing each one carefully, amused at how shaky you get with each one she takes out slow and purposeful, until you’re gasping her name again, this time raw and open. 

with a little bit of force, plus your shimmying, she moves your bottoms down until they reach your ankles, sliding them off and throwing them behind her without another look. 

caitlyn gives you a half-smile when her eyes land on your pretty blue panties, the one with the lace and bow at the top that she had picked out for you. you offer up a sheepish smile, legs squeezed shut, “hi.”

“hi, pretty,” she gleams, tapping your thighs lightly, “open ‘em.”

you oblige, your legs spreading slowly for her, and she lets out a quiet giggle when she sees the giant wet spot at your core. she wets her lips with her tongue, “eager much, huh, babe?” 

you grow shy, your head falling into your shoulder as you nod silently. 

“let me take care of you.” 

caitlyn’s face falls in between your thighs, kissing them repeatedly, landing on all your sweet spots that she knows all too well. both her hands find the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, and you shiver at the new temperature of air. 

she, once again, throws your underwear onto the floor like it’s a piece of trash, cooing out at how pretty you look— and she tells you that, too. 

“you make it so hard to hold back,” she whispers honestly, “i…i don’t think i want to anymore.”

“then don’t.”

and she doesn’t.

“just—“ she brings her wrist up to her mouth, her teeth trapping the edge of a hair tie as her hands cup around her scalp, pooling her hair into a ponytail. she slides the elastic up her fingers and your eyes are glued to her, watching her nimble fingers dwindle, securing her hair and blowing a loose piece away from her face. 

your feel your eyes widen, just a bit. you don’t have much time to react before her middle and ring finger are placed against your sopping pussy, collecting your juices on her fingertips, spreading the wetness to your clit, teasing you. you shudder.

“w-wait, caitlyn,” you interrupt before she can go any further, and she looks up at you, “hm?”

“…nevermind.” you shake your head. 

she hums, but she’s not convinced. her hand slides up to your thigh, slower now, more deliberate. she squeezes it gently, “no. there’s something else.”

you bite your lip.

she shifts closer, blue eyes watching you with that sharp, focused look that always makes your stomach turn instantly. 

“you promised,” she reminds you gently, “that you’d tell me what you wanted.”

you hesitate. it’s not that you don’t want to— it’s just… different this time. harder to say. it’s more than just her changing her demeanor, it’s an action, once that you weren’t sure if she’d be interested in. 

“is it something you’re afraid i won’t like?” she asks gently, not pushing, but just out of pure wonder.

you shake your head.

“then what is it?”

your voice is barely a whisper when you say, “you’ll think it’s too much.”

caitlyn’s gaze softens, but she doesn’t let up. she leans in, brushing her lips just below your dripping core.

“tell me anyway.”

your throat works as you breathe out, honest, “i want you to tie me up.”

there’s a beat of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. you can tell she’s thinking about what you just said, gears turning like she’s full of ideas.

she pulls back just slightly, just enough to see your face. “you want me to—”

“not in a scary way,” you rush out, cheeks burning, “just… soft. but firm. like you’re in control. i don’t know.” you look away from her, “gosh, i feel stupid.”

“look at me,” she says, and when you do, her expression makes you forget how to breathe. she’s not judging you or looking hesitant, but instead, her eyes are lit up like she’s been wanting to do that all along. 

“you’re not stupid,” she says slowly, “you’re perfect.”

you barely get a sound out before she speaks again, “stay right there.”

you nod, breathless, and watch as she stands up and crosses the room— calm and composed, but she’s got a new pep in her step. she opens a drawer at her desk and rummages around for a second before she returns with a soft, navy silk scarf and that look in her eyes again, the one that makes your knees go weak even when you’re lying down.

“hands up.” she orders, and it isn’t laced with that usual tenderness— no, this was a command, and you follow it.

you lift them slowly. you’re nervous and excited all at once, and the mixture is dizzying. she moves to the side of the bed and she binds your wrists together behind your back, gently but tight enough that you can feel it. her fingers linger after, tracing the new vulnerability she’s created.

“still okay?” she asks, watching your face to make sure you’re alright.

you nod again for what feels like the hundredth time, “yes, please. i need you.”

cait smiles. not her usual amused, aristocratic smirk— not at all. this one is deeper, much darker, and you whine at that, at that look, where you both know the exact same thing. 

she’s gonna make you fall apart. 

she kisses down your neck, your chest, taking her time while your arms stay pinned over your head. she moves lower until she’s sprawled underneath you, her nose laying on top of her clit. she starts off slowly, licking into you slow and precise, holding your thighs open as you gasp her name. you squirm and she presses your hips down with a firm hand, murmuring against your skin, “easy, love. i’ve got you.”

and you know she does. 

her tongue finds your clit almost instantly, toying with the sensitive bud. you sigh, basking in her touch, fingers curling in the sheets where you can, the scarf tight behind your back as your body arches helplessly.

you can’t even hide how loud the moan is. it slips out like a secret, but it’s still very audible. you weren’t expecting her to be this good at what you asked for, nor this focused. this deliberate.

caitlyn doesn’t say anything at first— she just hums low, like she’s pleased with herself. her lips are soft, her tongue precise, her grip on your thighs firm and immovable. it’s everything you asked for— commanding, but still cait, like always. 

then, suddenly, her lips pull away from you with a pop, and you whine out helpless, body shifting on the covers. she pulls her fingers to her mouth and wets them, eyes glued on you, lining them up with your wet pussy. slowly, she pushes them inside you— so deep that you can feel it so high up. she curls them tight and you gasp, and then, she’s gone. 

caitlyn pumps her fingers in and out in a harsh rhythm, fingertips curling as her thumb comes up to rub your clit in sloppy, quick circles. it’s nearly too much for you— it throws you into a haze of nothing but pleasure, the only sounds filling the room being your heavy breathing and the wetness from your cunt. she’s unrelenting, and it’s all you could ever want. 

you whisper her name like a prayer, squirming beneath her touch, but she tuts at you mockingly. 

“don’t run from it,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your sensitive thighs, “you said you wanted me in control, didn’t you?  i’m just giving you what you asked for.”

you whimper at the words, your body already on edge, your wrists aching in the best way. you want more. God, you want so much more.

you don’t even realize you’re crying out until her fingers quicken even faster— rapidly pushing inside you with practiced ease, curling just right, drawing a gasp from your throat that’s half-shock, half-desperation.

“f-fuck, cait—”

“that’s it,” she praises, voice low, “take it. be a good girl and take it.”

your legs are shaking, and she’s not even moving that fast. that’s the thing— she’s not trying to break you, but she’s trying to unravel you. 

her thumb circulates against your clit as her fingers work you open, and your whole body stutters beneath the intensity. you’re so worked up that you almost try to reach out before realizing that you’re tied up— you’re twitching, gasping, panting like it’s too much, but you don’t want her to stop. not even for a second.

she leans forward, teeth grazing your skin, “you like being tied up for me?” she asks you softly, but mockingly, “you like not being able to touch me? hm?” 

you nod desperately, your head thrown back as a string of curses slip through your teeth, “i love it,” you take a second to breathe, “i love it— please, c-caitlyn, don’t stop—”

your girlfriend chuckles— low, dangerous, but seemingly affectionate. her pace quickens slightly, and she’s cooing little praises beneath you as your back arches. you’re so close that it hurts.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this,” caitlyn tells you, voice raw now, and her usual sweetness is long gone. “falling apart for me, making all these sweet little sounds— fuck, i need you.” 

you feel your walls tightening around her, crying out against her palm, practically begging for whatever else she can give. 

you feel your legs shake and your breath hitch, and you’re so close you feel like your body’s gonna snap. “c-cait, cait, baby— i’m gonna—“

but caitlyn… caitlyn has other plans.

just when you’re about to tip over the edge, she pulls back— fingers drenched, eyes dark, her breathing steady, while yours is completely shattered.

“you thought you were gonna cum, didn’t you?” she questions, thumb tracing a line over your inner thigh as she looks up at you with that look, and you shiver at that.

you nod, dazed and wide-eyed. “yes— baby, please, i—”

“did i say you could? did you even ask?” 

your breath catches in your throat again, this time from the shift in her tone. it’s not cruel, no, never cruel— but stern. in control, just what you had asked for. 

“well, n-no,” you admit, voice small, “but i thought—”

“you don’t get to think tonight,” caitlyn cuts in gently, and she leans up and kisses your trembling lips, “you asked me to take charge. so i am. you’ll cum when i want you to.”

your head drops back against the pillows, a whine building in your throat. she’s already kissing her way back down your body, hands pressing your thighs wide open again. 

you’re too sensitive now. every touch feels like a wild fire. your toes curl, your spine twists, and her tongue is back on your clit like nothing ever stopped— but you know now. you know she won’t let you finish, at least, not until you ask nicely— and even then, you know who’s really in control. 

and somehow, that makes it worse, yet so much hotter.

you cry out again, hips lifting, your legs shaking, and the feeling is so much stronger than before, but she pulls away just before you can get close. 

again.

“caitlyn,” you’re literally begging now, tears stinging against your eyes, “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll be so good. but i just need—” 

“i know,” she whispers, kissing the inside of your thigh gently, and it’s reassuring, “i know, darling. you’re doing so well. but not yet.”

you lose count of how many times she edges you like that— over and over, winding you up like a string she’s pulling tighter and tighter, and refusing to let you let go. she holds your hips down when you squirm, hushes you when you sob, kisses you so sweetly, and still won’t let you fall apart.

“tell me your safeword,” she murmurs, hands smoothing over your stomach with one hand, the other still buried deep inside of your cunt, fingers still at work. “just so i know you still remember.”

you nod through tears, eyes blurry and unfocused, “blueberry.”

she kisses your thighs, “good girl.”

then, she starts all over again. not completely— just enough to work you back up, her mouth replacing her thumb on your clit, and you feel like you’re seeing stars. 

you bury your face in a pillow, the need for stability gnawing at you. you can’t hold on, so you smush your face into the silky case, still wrecked. “please, cait…honey, i-i want to cum. i need to. i’ve been so…so good— and it hurts. please, cait!” 

caitlyn pulls away from your pussy and hums, thinking it over a few times, and then she grins.

“on my fingers or my tongue?”

you blink, gasping, surprised that she was even going to let you finish off. “wh-what?”

“you get one,” she tells you, “and you better cum hard, because i’m not letting you get another one.”

it doesn’t take much thought to answer her question. you choose her tongue, which she favors, and it’s inside you in seconds.

and when you cum— finally, completely, crying into the sheets— you scream her name like it’s the only thing that’ll save you. your whole body locks, and she talks you through it the entire time.

“yeah, that’s it, darling— cum for me.”

“such a pretty girl.”

“i know, i know, but you’re a big girl. you can take it.”

you don’t remember how long it takes for you to catch your breath. you just know that when you do, caitlyn’s right there, smiling. she’s brushing your hair back, her thumb tracing your cheekbone. “still breathing?”

you nod. barely.

“good,” she says, kissing you slowly, sweetly. “i love you.” she reminds you. 

you’re still laid out beneath her, body flushed and soft from the first round, when your free hands reach up to touch her again. your fingers trail up her clothed thigh, light and wanting, but she catches your wrist— not roughly. just firm.

you pause, eyes flicking up, “you don’t want me to touch you?”

caitlyn hesitates. she doesn’t pull you away, not exactly, but her grip lingers for a second, her thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin.

“i do,” she affirms softly, “i do, it’s just… i want to treat you tonight.”

you blink, a little breathless, “treat me?”

caitlyn exhales, and it’s a little shaky. her cheeks are flushed, and you can tell she’s nervous from something she hasn’t said yet, something she’s clearly been holding back.

“it’s stupid,” she murmurs, half-smiling like she’s already bracing to be teased, “i’ve just… i like being the one in charge. with you. i like taking care of you. and…” she trails off, lips parting like she’s not sure if she should finish.

“caitlyn,” you call out her her, and she hums. “baby, you can tell me. this is for both of us, and if you want something, i want you to let me know.” 

“okay,” she whispers slowly, more to brace herself than to respond to your statement. her eyes cast downward like she’s suddenly shy, and you blink up at her, surprised. “i’ve been thinking about something, a word— something i want you to say. but only if you’re comfortable.”

you nod, a little nervous now, but curious, “kiramman, spit it out.” 

you can tell she wants to, but she’s reluctant. she shakes her head and pulls you into her by your hips and kisses you, her fingers dancing against your nude hips, and you forget all about it. not wanting to push her. she throws your leg over hers, her hands roaming all over. she moans into you, “i want to touch you again.” 

you feel like your skin is ignited. you’re wanting more than you can handle, your sensitivity still heightened, but you don’t care. you let caitlyn flip you underneath her, let her place sloppy kisses all over your body, let her tongue graze your clit until your legs shake. 

she finds herself under you once again, her tongue drawing sloppy figure 8’s on your clit, then down to your pussy. you’re so sensitive that you’re already getting close, and caitlyn can tell— she always does. 

when you whimper out, she shushes you, “stop that, darling, let mommy make you feel good. it’s okay, i know— i’m not going anywhere.”

you stop. “caitlyn?”

she stops, and looks up at you. “yes?” 

“what did you just say?” 

she draws a slow breath in, “w-what do you mean?”

“let who make me feel good?”

there’s a pause, and you raise an eyebrow at her, smiling. she looks away for a second and almost laughs— and you know she’s embarrassed, which makes your heart squeeze. 

caitlyn sighs, “you’ve never called me anything like that before. but sometimes, when you let go like that… when you let me take care of you…” she swallows. “i think about you calling me…you know—“

“mommy?”

“right.” she agrees, looking anywhere but in your eyes. 

you stare at her for a long moment, heart skipping. caitlyn, flushed and trying so hard to stay composed, still has her hand pressed to your thigh. she's avoiding your eyes, which is rare. but you know her now— know her well enough to see the part of her that tries to hide when she's so vulnerable.

"you could've just said that," you murmur, voice breathy, warm. "you know i'd do anything for you."

her gaze finally meets yours, and something in it softens. she’s still shy, but she’s loosened up. "it's not just about the name, it's... what it means when you say it."

"and what does it mean?" 

caitlyn takes a breath, then crawls back up over you slowly, her body sliding over yours. her hand wraps gently around your throat— not squeezing, just holding— and the shift is immediate. she's in control again, and she knows it, basking in it. 

"it means you're mine," she whispers with a smile, “and i take care of what's mine. always.” 

you whimper at that, at the return of her weight. she watches you unravel beneath her again, and it must be all the permission she needs, because the next second, she's kissing you— rougher this time, messily, like this is the last time. 

quickly, her hands are between your legs again before you can say anything else, parting you with the same unrelenting precision she always has. she fingers you like she knows you inside and out, because she does. she’s so deep that it almost hurts, but the pleasure’s greater than the pain, and you moan out at that.

“cait, please—“ your sentence dies on your tongue, and just when you start to squirm, chasing the edge, she pulls back. 

“ask nicely.” she orders you, and without thinking, you plead, your head dropping into her shoulder. 

“please— m-mommy, please let me cum—“

the groan she lets out is deep, guttural, like you've just unhinged something in her. she doesn't waste another second— her fingers press inside you, slow but firm, and her mouth is back on your throat, your chest, anywhere she can reach. her other hand holds you down when your hips buck, and when you whimper again, she shushes you gently.

"just relax. mommy's gonna take care of everything."

and she does.

she builds you up so slowly you feel like you're losing your mind, touching you just how you like— soft but commanding, her pace teasing yet cruel. you squirm, and she tightens her grip on your hip.

you feel the coil in your stomach pulse, and you cry out, back lifting off of the covers, but caitlyn doesn’t stop. she just kisses your shoulder, “cum for mommy, baby.”

you feel everything in you snap open, your body shaking in periodic spurts, your back falling back into the sweaty covers beneath you. caitlyn helps you ride out your high and you swear you’ve died and came back to life. 

you both sigh and fall into the sheets, looking at each other before giggling silently. caitlyn cups your cheek, “was that…okay?”

“yeah,” you nod and kiss her plump lips, “more than okay.” 

₊⊹ taglist: @drunkinyourbenz

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

Caitlyn headcanons bc why not

Warnings : none that I can think of

WLW!

Modern and mostly domestic headcanons I would say

Loves the fact that you picked up on her accent over time. Whipped her head around one morning when she heard you murmur, “bloody hell..” to yourself when accidentally dropping a cookie.

Will absolutely never make you pay. Will insist on you using her card.

Gets you very nice vases to store around your shared house just so she has a reason to buy you flowers when she goes to the store. Sure, she’ll happily get you, “just because” flowers though.

Possessive. (Cue Miss Possessive by Tate McRae) Quite literally, if someone is touching you, get your hands OFF her woman.

Wears glasses. She used to absolutely never wear them, but one day, you were walking into the room to spot Caitlyn working on some reports or whatever paperwork she had piled up onto her desk, wearing her glasses. (You folded) When she realized how much you loved them on her, she started wearing them a lot more.

Has a playlist dedicated to all your favorite songs on categories. So whenever you’re in the car together, she’ll turn them on.

On the topic of music, buys you up close tickets for your favorite artist.

Furrows her brows when you use random things to compliment her. She likes to send you her outfits of the day, to which you reply back with things like, “Raw, I mean awww.” “Dinners ready! *I say, laying on the table.** She’s flabbergasted to say the least. “So you like the outfit..?”

Is confused when you use random sayings to her, she could ask you to scoot over every so much for you to reply, “oh, who is you?” She furrows her brows, not in anger, but confusion. “Your girlfriend, now will you please scoot over, dear.”

Runs you the absolute best bubbles baths. She’ll sit on the outside of the tub as you lay back, letting bubbles stick to your skin as you ramble to her, or just sit there quietly, enjoying her company. Though, if would like some private or alone time, she’s happy to let you be and wait in bed for you

Watches young Sheldon (babe me too)

Calls you “sweetheart, dear, dearest, darling, my love, lovely, honey, babe, etc. though I feel she wouldn’t be the type to say “baby.”

Undoes your heels, as well as puts them on you. Carries a pair of flats for you in her bag when you wear heels. Though, she mostly just picks you up bridal style and carries you the rest of the way.

I have more for her

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

Need an enemies to lovers fluff

୧ ‧₊˚ just thinking about rival!caitlyn who absolutely fucking hates you, and you hate her just as much.

you hate how calm she always is. how perfect her stupid posture is. how every word out of her mouth sounds like it’s been rehearsed. how her uniform never has a wrinkle. how she calls you “darling” when you’re arguing just to get under your skin.

but you hate her most of all when she’s tangled up in your sheets— hair messy, breath hot against your skin, hands claiming you like she owns every inch of you, yet you never protest against it.

you hate when her calm, perfect little facade drops, and the real caitlyn surfaces— gentle and yet so complicated, and you’re always left yearning to know more, but she’ll never let you in.

you hate how her lips have the ability to find every vulnerable spot on your body, like she’s the only one who knows you that well, and the little cocky smile that she offers you when her tongue’s buried between your folds— she knows that you’re always going to be underneath her.

you hate how she makes you have trouble concentrating when you’re trying to read important books or sign off papers, but her fingers are deep inside your pussy, unrelenting and so rough that you can’t even think straight.

you hate how she acts like she can’t stand you on missions, but the second you’re alone, her hand’s around your throat while she fucks into you, your body sensitive and worn— but she doesn’t care. not at all, in fact, she takes pride in knowing that she’s the only girl that can make you feel this good, with your legs shaking and mouth chanting her name when you cum around her for the third time.

you hate caitlyn kiramman, and believe me, she hates you even more.

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

୧ ‧₊˚ just thinking about rival!caitlyn who absolutely fucking hates you, and you hate her just as much.

you hate how calm she always is. how perfect her stupid posture is. how every word out of her mouth sounds like it’s been rehearsed. how her uniform never has a wrinkle. how she calls you “darling” when you’re arguing just to get under your skin.

but you hate her most of all when she’s tangled up in your sheets— hair messy, breath hot against your skin, hands claiming you like she owns every inch of you, yet you never protest against it.

you hate when her calm, perfect little facade drops, and the real caitlyn surfaces— gentle and yet so complicated, and you’re always left yearning to know more, but she’ll never let you in.

you hate how her lips have the ability to find every vulnerable spot on your body, like she’s the only one who knows you that well, and the little cocky smile that she offers you when her tongue’s buried between your folds— she knows that you’re always going to be underneath her.

you hate how she makes you have trouble concentrating when you’re trying to read important books or sign off papers, but her fingers are deep inside your pussy, unrelenting and so rough that you can’t even think straight.

you hate how she acts like she can’t stand you on missions, but the second you’re alone, her hand’s around your throat while she fucks into you, your body sensitive and worn— but she doesn’t care. not at all, in fact, she takes pride in knowing that she’s the only girl that can make you feel this good, with your legs shaking and mouth chanting her name when you cum around her for the third time.

you hate caitlyn kiramman, and believe me, she hates you even more.

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

Caitlyn Kiramman headcanons!!

Vamp cait

Warnings: Not that I’m aware of

WLW!

First time she fed from you, you shook like a leaf. She had to hold your sides tightly, running circles over you.

She places series of kisses down your neck, trailing them as well as nuzzling her nose against your skin. It’s her way of telling you she’s hungry

^^ While she’s placing her kisses, or even after she fed, she can’t help but whisper compliments

“Mm.. you look as good as you taste..” “Just sit still and pretty, just like how you are now..” “You look so gorgeous like this, my dear. So, so, so gorgeous..”

“You look so pretty with that mark. Though, let’s cover it. After all, it’s only for you.” “You’re just so sweet, aren’t you? Letting me take my fill without complaint..”

Always kisses the place she bit after once she finished, licking the area if she wants to tease you, murmuring thank yous against you.

Occasionally lets out soft hums as she feeds, tightening her hold on you

Idk if this make sense but like lives in a castle

Usually tries to remain calm, though sometimes you’re just too sweet. Her lips and fangs covered in red once she pulls away from your neck.

Actually gets pissed if you wear clothes that cover your neck, or anywhere she likes to bite. Especially so if she’s hungry. Usually, you do it if you’re mad at her

I feel like this is short

[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

— just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep .

previous fic masterlist next

summary: After a rough night where their son lashes out at Sevika for kissing her new girlfriend, she brings him back to your home in tears. Once he's asleep, Sevika enters your room to talk.

notes: sorry for the long wait, i am doing anothers fics!! here it iss

The bedroom’s dim, the hallway quiet — like the whole house is holding its breath.

Sevika closes the door gently behind her after tucking your son into bed. He’s still curled up tight, cheeks puffy from crying. He only calmed down when you whispered to him together. When he could fall asleep knowing you were both there.

Now, Sevika stands in your doorway like a question.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands resting on your thighs. You don’t say anything. You’re not sure what’s left to say.

She breaks the silence first, voice low and hoarse: "Didn’t think he’d react like that."

You nod slowly, eyes focused on the floor. "He's a kid. He doesn't know what to do with all that yet. It’s too much."

She exhales through her nose, frustrated. Walks to the chair by your dresser and sinks into it, her bionic arm flexing once, slow.

"You think I fucked him up already?" she mutters.

"No," you say, still not looking at her. "But that’s not the question you should be asking." Sevika frowns. "Then what is it?"

You finally look at her. Your voice comes soft, but sharp enough to cut.

"Why did you think it was okay to bring someone new into his life when he hasn’t even made peace with losing the one he knew?" She goes quiet. Rubs her hand over her face. "I wasn’t tryin’ to replace you."

You give a dry laugh. "He doesn’t know that. He just sees someone else kissing his mom and he thinks... he thinks he lost something."

For a long beat, she doesn't speak. "It didn’t feel real ‘til tonight," she finally admits. "Him freakin’ out like that. Screaming at me. I thought I could... compartmentalize, I guess."

"You can’t do that with him," you say gently. "He doesn’t have compartments. He just feels."

Silence again. But this time, it isn’t bitter. It’s full. Alive. You pat the mattress beside you. "Sit down, Sev."

She hesitates... then gets up, walking over, heavy steps, sinking down next to you. Her body warm. Familiar.

You both stay still for a while. Breathing the same air, Then, something bubbles up in your chest, uninvited:

"Remember when he cut all his hair off with those plastic kid scissors?" She snorts. "Looked like a baby raccoon. Like—straight patches missing everywhere."

You laugh, finally. The real kind, Sevika grins, just a little, like it surprises her. "You were so mad," you say.

"Because he lied and said you did it."

You shrug, smiling. "He knew you wouldn’t stay mad at me." Her smile softens into something quieter.

You shift back onto the bed, laying down. "I miss this. Not just you. I miss... us, all three."

She stretches out beside you, slow, heavy with thought, then carefully puts her head on your chest. You don’t move. Just breathe. Your fingers end up in her hair without thinking.

"He still waits for us to fix it," you whisper. "Even when we act like it’s fine."

"I know," she says, voice muffled against you.

A pause.

"You think we ever will?" You don't answer. You’re not ready to, But then your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You both ignore it at first.

Then hers vibrates.

She doesn’t reach for it either. But when it keeps going — again, and again — she groans softly and lifts her head from your chest. The air changes.

She picks up her phone. The screen lights her face up blue.

"It’s her." You close your eyes. Of course it is—She hesitates. Her thumb hovers over the screen for a long second, then taps. Brings it to her ear.

The voice on the other end cuts through the stillness. You can't make out the exact words, but the tone is clipped — urgent, a little panicked.

"Sevika, what the hell? It’s been hours. Are you coming back? You said you were just dropping him off—” You look away, shifting onto your side. You don’t want to hear her answer.

"No. I’m not, Don’t call again." She hangs up, The silence that follows feels sacred. Thick. Almost holy.

Sevika stares at the floor like she’s still hearing echoes. Her jaw tightens as she sets the phone down, face-down, beside your lamp.

She doesn’t speak. Just moves.

She crosses the room slowly, like she’s thinking through every step. Like if she rushes, you might vanish. Like if she speaks, the spell will break.

She pulls back the covers and slips beneath them again. This time, she doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t hover like a stranger in her own home, She finds you under the sheets, her body warm and heavy beside yours. Her head presses back to your chest — the same place it was before.

But this time, it’s different, Her arm wraps around your waist. Tight. Not possessive — grounding.

You breathe in, your fingers finding her hair again. The strands a little coarse between your fingertips, still damp near the nape of her neck. She smells like your son’s lavender shampoo.

Neither of you speaks for a while. Outside, it starts to rain.

You feel her relax slowly, as if she’s been holding tension in her jaw for weeks, and now she can finally unclench. Her nose brushes the curve of your collarbone.

Then, quietly, you murmur: "He’s gonna be so happy when he wakes up" A shaky exhale leaves her chest. You feel it more than hear it. Her hand tightens in the fabric of your sleep shirt. Her eyes close.

⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝐓aglist of the series : @possessedmagpie, @starrycherie, @moodient, @h2pinky, @minaridior, @abbysdollie, @vkumi, @acidblum, @skzhoiic, @sleepingwasp, @kmhbygss, @jksevendays, @lovejuliettq, @prettyyyy-girl .

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[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

ghostface!sevika x feminine!reader 👻

impulse fic for arctober 29th {sevika day}

men/minors dni, nsfw 18+

middle pic art creds to @ guccipussay 🖤

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cw: dom!sevika, sub!reader, cnc, a man…(reader has a bf but dw he don’t last long :3), blood, gore, violence, cheesy horror movie clichés, implied murders, mask k!nk, choking, kn!fe play, wlw smut!

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♱ halloween night — you sit next your boyfriend, cuddled up on the couch with your legs draped over his lap. his eyes linger up and down the black lingerie dress that hugs your curves, while your own eyes are focused on the horror movie playing on the tv.

♱ saw. a great franchise and the original being one of your all time favorites. as you watch, with every jump scare, your boyfriend grabs at your waist or tickles you, which is usually followed by you screaming and then playfully hitting his arm or chest.

♱ you want to like him. you do like him, but he gets on your nerves. yeah — you often go on errand trips and gym sessions with him and yeah — while you’re there, he occasionally flirts with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. but spending your favorite holiday with him is a must. after all, what could go wrong with a simple horror movie marathon? everything is perfect, yet the night is still young.

♱ the city has been getting more and more dangerous recently, and as the clock nears midnight, all the kids must’ve gone home. the neighborhood is quiet with the exception of owls and chirping crickets.

♱ suddenly, the movie is interrupted by your phone ringing — a call from an unknown number.

♱ typically, you don’t answer a call unless the number is in your contacts, but your boyfriend irritably pauses the movie and insists you pick it up.

♱ with an agitated sigh, you answer. “hello?”

♱ “hello,” the person says on the other line. the voice is deep with a feminine undertone, laced with a rasp that almost catches you off guard.

♱ “who is this?”

♱ “you tell me your name, i’ll tell you mine.”

♱ “i don’t think so. can i help you?”

♱ “i just gotta ask you one question, baby.”

♱ baby? who does this creep think she is? you can’t help but admit her voice sounds attractive. “yeah? what is it?”

♱ “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

♱ your stomach drops and you end the call with a shudder, tossing your phone to the cushion next to you and breathing slow. something in your gut is telling you not to engage.

♱ “so… who was it?”

♱ “probably just some bratty teenagers prank calling or something.”

♱ “you lying to me?”

♱ “no! what?” you blurt out, almost angered with his distrust towards you. with a huff, you push yourself off your boyfriend’s lap and head towards the bathroom. “keep it paused, gimme five.”

♱ after rinsing your face with water, you take some deep breaths in front of the mirror. calm your nerves, it was just a phone call. the tense feeling in your gut still lingers as you walk back to the living room only to see your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. calling out his name, you sit back down on the couch and pick up your phone to dial his contact.

♱ “ugh- i’m not in the mood for this shit!” you yell out to him as you call his phone.

♱ you hear his phone ring in the other room and decide to make your way to the kitchen. you see it buzz repeatedly on the counter, watching it and zoning out as if waiting... something’s not right. where the hell is he?

♱ “your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging syste-” the sound of your call going to voicemail snaps you back to your senses before hanging up and looking around. you’ve seen too many scary movies to know this is how it all starts, and you try not to let the thought freak you out.

♱ startling you again, your own phone buzzes. unknown caller id. taking a deep breath, you tap the green button on your screen. “hello?”

♱ “hello again, beautiful.”

♱ that damn voice again. your anger rises at the woman on the other line. “what is this? some kind of sick joke? a prank?”

♱ “no no, baby. a game. a real easy one. y’ wanna play?”

♱ “what the f… do i have a choice? what’s stopping me from hanging up right now?”

♱ “maybe it’s your fear that you may not live through this very night.” yeah, right. anyone could make threats like this. she continues through your silence, “you never told me your name…”

♱ “why do you wanna know my name?”

♱ “i wanna know who i’m looking at.” your anger fizzles and breath hitches. fear smothers all the oxygen in your lungs and words are caught in the back of your throat. “you do have a choice, dove— to play or to die.”

♱ “fine,” you agree with a shaky breath, you internally scold yourself for turning to grab the nearest knife. who cares if you’re overreacting? you’re not dying tonight. you grip the knife’s handle tight as you hold your phone up to your ear. you start walking out the kitchen and down the hallway before your question is cut off with her single word. “how do i-”

♱ “colder...”

♱ you stop in your tracks. as a horror film fan, you have yelled at your television screen when a character makes a dumb decision or if you’ve wanted a better plot line. you always thought you would make logical choices if you were ever —hypothetically of course— put in a situation like this. but in this current moment, your head is only clouded with uneasy thoughts and vicious worry. you take a step backwards and start to return to the kitchen.

♱ “warmer… warmer,” her voice trails on as you play the game step by step. you pass the living room and enter the kitchen, stopping when you hear her voice again. “ah ah- cold.”

♱ you turn around and slowly creep your way back to the living room. the thought of her eyes constantly watching causes you to feel a mixture of fear and something else. your short steps continue towards the sofa where you sat care-free maybe only 10 minutes ago.

♱ “warmer… warmer… keep moving, baby. you’re doing so good… red hot. riiight there...” the mysterious woman taunts as you look around. and once you catch the sight behind the couch, you can’t help the horrified gasp and shriek that escapes your lips.

♱ your boyfriend lays motionless, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. deep gashes and slices have left his body mutilated. yet no weapon is left anywhere.

♱ fuck. this means she’s already in the house. your heartbeat races and your ears start ringing. no- that’s the phone—the sound of a dial tone. she hung up.

♱ you go to grab a bigger knife from the kitchen but they’ve all been taken. what’s the next best weapon? the only other option you see is the dirty pan that’s been left on the stove from dinner. looks like you’re sticking with the smaller knife you grabbed earlier.

♱ your phone goes off again, causing you to yelp at the ringer and then internally curse yourself for being so jumpy. it’s her again. you try to sound confident, but anxiety and dread involuntarily rises from the back of your throat. “what the fuck do you want?”

♱ “you, baby,” her voice is low and sultry, and you try not to let it get to you.

♱ “you’re psychotic…”

♱ “hm… sorry about your boyfriend. all those muscles didn’t help much,” she replies before ending the call again.

♱ you wander the house, preparing yourself to fight at every corner you turn. “where are you, motherfucker?” you whisper to yourself as you start to creep down the hallway. and before you realize what’s happening, a gloved hand reaches around to cover your mouth from behind, muffling your panicked scream that follows.

♱ your phone drops to the floor as you quickly swing your arm back to stab the tall figure behind you. your aggressive attempt to defend yourself is reversed as the woman dodges the knife and spins you so you’re now pinned against the wall. her right hand still muffles your mouth and the left holds your wrist above your head.

♱ your hold on the knife above you is weak as you freeze in her grip, your free hand clawing at her forearm. you can feel the size of her muscular arms in your struggles. once your vision clears, your squirming slows to a stop as you are face to face —or face to mask— with your intruder. her towering figure is clothed in black-hooded fabric and a long black and white mask is layered over her head, its mouth shaped as if screaming.

♱ you breathe through your nose in short gasps. “look at you… even prettier up close.” she tilts her head as if studying you. you’re unable to see her eyes but it’s obvious she’s looking you up and down as if you’re her next meal. “scream for help and you die. y’ got that, angel?” her hand tightens its grip on your mouth and her tone is short and stiff, like a merciless general commanding orders to a feeble soldier. you confirm you understand with a small nod, eyes still welled with tears until you soon blink them away. once your breaths even, she lowers her hand. “there you go, now was that so hard?”

♱ “what the fuck do you want from me?” you ask accusingly, making sure to not get caught up in anger. luckily, your shaky words don’t provoke her and only bring her to a deep chuckle.

♱ “such naughty language,” she says with a tut, almost amused with your fear as she lifts your chin with a gloved finger. you try so hard to push away the butterflies that form in your stomach. “besides, i thought we went over this already.” she lifts her leg between your thighs, teasingly pressing her knee up against you and trapping your body against the wall. a short gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, and she smirks under her mask. she uses this position as leverage to take the knife from your grip and lazily toss it down the hallway. the sudden sound of it clattering to the floor makes you flinch and her hands quickly return to your wrists, pinning them high above your head. “i’m not going to hurt you, angel,” she whispers, her disguised face leaning in close. “not unless you want me to…” and at the end of her sentence, your name rolls off her tongue. how the hell does she know your name?

♱ “y-you’re a damn creep,” you spit back less harsh than intended, and she can tell your barriers are wavering. if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s difficult to focus on your frustration when her actions are affecting your body like this. your mind is fuzzy, your chest feels tight, and your core aches. a moment passes as you stare at the woman in front of you, her broad build dominating your figure. the flesh of your bare thighs involuntarily clench on either sides of her knee. you’re in short, black lingerie… of-fucking-course you’re feeling vulnerable in her arms. “what ‘re you gonna do to me then?”

♱ “only things you want me to do, sweetheart.”

♱ and at this, she has you. her words bring a breathy whimper from your lips and you grind yourself against her knee. like a slut. you’re not proud, but it feels good— fear and distress not dissipating but mixing perfectly with pleasure. it’s exhilarating. intoxicating. arousing. it’s a way you’ve never felt before in relation to sex, with your boyfriend or anyone else for that matter.

♱ “y’ dirty little thing. you like this? tryin to get yourself off at the threat of your fuckin life?” she asks, her degrading tone not doing anything to help you come to your senses. “if y’ want help, jus’ use your words.”

♱ “h-help… please,” you nod up to her, squirming and going to cover your face with your hands until you're reminded of her own gloved hands restricting you by the wrists. you want to hide— hide from her, from your shame, from the lust, from your lack of wanting to fight whatever this is. but as soon as she lowers her hand to feel how wet you are through the fabric of your underwear, all negative thoughts abandon your mind.

♱ “give up the fight, dove.” the masked woman’s voice is rich and warm, and you finally pinpoint her subtle puetro rican accent while she speaks. she feels you relax into her hand at her words and loves hearing the quiet sounds you make as one of her fingers slowly circle your clit through the thin, dampened material.

♱ “i give up- i… i give up. please, just-”

♱ “you want me inside you, baby?” she whispers into the nape of your neck, the bloodied plastic of the mask grazing across your exposed collarbone. your hurried nod cues her to remove her right glove, and her left hand lazily shoves it in the back pocket of her black jeans under her cloak. you catch a glimpse of her veined hand before she pushes your underwear to the side and thrusts two thick digits into your wet cunt. you clench around her middle and ring fingers, watching how white rings of cum drip and gather at the dark skin of her knuckles.

♱ her free hand trails up your chest and grips you by the neck, squeezing lightly and bringing a strained moan from the back of your throat. “been watchin' you for a while now. 've seen the way your fingers wrap around this throat as you touch yourself, thinkin' no one could fill those filthy desires o' yours.” your hands grasp at her forearm again and force her grip harder against you. she chuckles once she realizes what you’re trying to do, and decides to give you what you want, a tightening hold that's hard enough to leave bruising. “you like my hand right here? choking the damn life outta you? y're a sick little slut, it’s adorable.”

♱ as her long fingers thrust and curl inside your heat, you find yourself at her mercy while she fucks you against the wall. the thought of your boyfriend's cold, rotting body in the other room is long gone. and you can only focus on how warm this womanly murderer feels against you, killing just so she can get to you. now that thought is what makes you weak in the knees.

♱ “can y' keep yourself standing, baby? or do i need to fuck you on the floor?” she asks as her fingers quicken their movements.

♱ “mph- i can stand!” you insist, trying so hard to keep your jelly knees from buckling under your limp self. you feel your back start to slide down the wall, disproving your protest. you're visibly unable to hold up the weight of your own trembling body. it's not your fault your trespasser just makes you feel so fucking good. so fucking close... until she stops.

♱ her fingers pull out quickly and she seizes one of your arms, not bothering to wipe your juices off her fingers. you feel how soaked two of her fingers are as her large hand grips your upper arm, tightening to a painful squeeze.

♱ “clearly, you don't have the strength. so we're gonna try s'mthin' new,” she says before tearing your underwear off and throwing you to the wooden floor. you lay there for a moment, shock hitting you as you try to take in oxygen again. facing away from the intruder, you bring your forearms close and try to crawl towards the other end of the hallway. your hips roll to the side with every other crawl so you can rub your thighs together, attempting to recreate that same friction you felt seconds ago.

♱ in the state of hysteria, you miss the foul act of the masked woman tucking your underwear into the other back pocket of her pants.

♱ you turn your head up to see her slowly bending down to pick up the kitchen knife she tossed away minutes ago. you see the back of her head through an opening in the mask's fabric. her dark hair is short, maybe reaches just past her ears. but any further sight of her human characteristics are cut short once she stands up and her posture straightens. her head turns to you. and your breath quickens. she begins walking. every brisk step passes faster than the last as she gains more speed down the hallway, knife clutched in her fist.

♱ is this how it truly ends? a trick to get edged and then end up killed? some scary movie.

♱ alarms blare in your mind and genuine fear takes over as you try to crawl away. prey chased by predator. think y' know who wins in this twisted game.

♱ a gloved hand clutches the flesh on your shoulder and flips you onto your back. you can't seem to help your panicked scream that erupts into the fabric of that same damn glove. she removes her palm with a forceful shove away and pins both your wrists to the floor on either sides of your head. she lowers her body on top of you and straddles your hips, shushing you and reassuring she won't hurt you.

♱ you almost believe her until your frightened eyes watch her arm lift, the knife held tight in her fist. she brings it down hard causing you scream again and squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to watch how she guts you. when you don't feel any pain, you peek an eye open to watch her laugh. laugh at your terror, knife still in hand.

♱ rightfully pissed off now, for both fearing for your life and the pleasure she has delayed you of, you spit up at her ghost of a face. your saliva scatters across the plastic, but surely she felt mist of it directly through the patches of the eyes and mouth. she pauses. and if only you could see that sadistic smirk of hers, just so proud of your little defiant act.

♱ but every bad action has its consequence.

♱ the knife lifts again and is slammed down into the floor, just inches to the right of your head. the handle points up to the ceiling and your ghostface girl guides your hand up and wraps your fingers around it, then follows suit and wraps her own left hand around the handle as well. it's sentimental, you tell yourself as you focus on calming your breathing.

♱ her right hand trails down your chest and returns to its place at your cunt. she teases a finger before pushing in two again, and you can't tell how long she keeps delaying your needed orgasm. one moment, you're a pleading mess. the next, you can't speak because her gloved hand clutches at either your mouth or throat. she smells of dried blood and alcohol, bringing you close only to pause her movements for the second time.

♱ “please, i can't keep doing this. i... need to-” your begs are cut off by her taunting words.

♱ “need to what?” she asks, her mask leaning close to your face. “say it.” her intensity rises a blush to your cheeks, and when you can only let out a shy whimper, she withdraws her fingers from your aching heat again.

♱ ignoring your protests, fusses, and pouts, she shoos your hand off the knife's handle next to your head and yanks it out of the floor in one swift movement. she trails the sharp point of the blade down your torso, from your chest all the way to your mound. you can't help the little buck of your hips as the cold metal lightly grazes your clit.

♱ that little movement brings her to a chuckle. “i know a lot o' things about you, dove. but i wasn't sure you'd crave knife play this badly.”

♱ you can only muster a strained groan. and with that, she flips the weapon and gently pushes the handle into your soaking walls. the most provocative of sounds is brought at the contact, and it's music to her ears. she groans in satisfaction and ogles at how well you take it.

♱ her thrusts are slow, careful, gentle, turning and pushing and pulling... mindful of how easily she could injure the flesh of your inner thighs or even your pretty pussy with one wrong move. her skilled hands work you up again, probing your body with her calloused skin.

♱ you feel that knot in your core grow tighter and tighter. in a moment of impulse, your shaky hands reach up to grab hold of the ghostface's mask and pull it up to reveal your intruder's real identity. she just lets you, casually watching your wide-eyed reaction to her appearance as she fucks you faster.

♱ she's fucking gorgeous. you first notice her eyes, a shining grey in contrast to her darker skin. her nose is wide and hooked, her lips are plump and soon turn upward in a sly smirk as you study her. she notices your focus lingering at her lips, so she allows herself to lean in and place a light kiss to your slightly open mouth. your jaw is slack as you continue to take staggered breaths, yet you want more. you chase the kiss once she begins to pull away. connecting your panting mouth to hers again, she pushes her tongue into your mouth with a groan and swallows every sweet whimper she brings from the back of your throat.

♱ the handle of the knife continues to pump in and out of your leaking cunt. she knows you won't last much longer. you can't. you break the kiss at the last possible moment to gasp for air, and she uses that short second to pull her ghostface mask back down with her gloved hand.

♱ she wants her lips to be on yours again, but she'd be damned if she returns to the sensation. she's already internally scolding herself for becoming too attached to the taste of you, but she is just loving how you make vulgar curses sound sweet in the ways they spill from your panting lips. “f-fuck, fuck! i'm gonna-”

♱ “i know, baby, i know,” she says, her deep voice slightly softens as she speeds up her pace and grazes your clit with her thumb. “sevika,” her deep voice mutters close to your ear. and when you bite her clothed shoulder as a way to mute your own uncontrollable whimpers and moans, her gloved hand returns a threatening squeeze to your throat. after forcing you back down to the floor, she speaks again. “scream for sevika. scream my name as you cum on my fingers, dove...”

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♱ blue and red lights move across the walls through the windows. the blaring sounds of sirens are heard from outside. you think you find peace until you hear muffled yells from police officers at your front door, warning anyone who is in the entryway that they're breaking it down. you hear a countdown and loud pounding, but the ringing in your ears is louder.

♱ by the time the officers run down the hallway and get a sight of you, there's scattered radio chatter followed by paramedics springing into action and bombarding you with questions.

♱ “ma'am, can you hear me?” ... “can you tell me your name?” ... “have you been stabbed?” ... “is there anyone else in the apartment with you?” ... “who did this?”

♱ you're coughing and sputtering. your body is in a heap of blood, sweat, and tears (and cum but it's not as noticeable). at this point, you only remember little flashes.

♱ sevika. you never got to tell her how pretty that name is. you remember the outlines of her face. the trace of her fingers... the trace of that knife before it was plunged into you. not deep, nor anywhere vital. you remember being in that post-orgasm gaze... a whisper in your ear — “for evidence...” — and then a sharp pain sliding its way in and out of your side, bringing you to a pile of blood and pained tears on the floor. you were already covered in sweat — she had made sure of it, but then she had to go ruin you again. ruin your body twice.

♱ a flashlight is shining in your eyes, bringing you back to the present as well as attention to the obvious growing blood stain in your clothing. your breathing becomes strained and labored as your vision starts to cloud.

♱ “victim has three visible injuries-” you overhear paramedics take note of your body's condition as they bring in a stretcher to carry you. “stab wound and two abrasions, neck and chest...”

♱ a subtle grin sneaks its way onto your face once you realize why sevika left you in an open pile on the floor. she didn't want to kill you, but she also didn't want to see your name in a court file. seems like getting found with a stab wound would lower your chances of being high suspect for your boyfriend's murder. they have no other leads so far, but sevika made it seem like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

♱ you know police will pester you with further questions and investigations, but you don't care. your lips are sealed.

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♡ this was so rushed i actually don’t like it but WHATEV

♡ hope y'all enjoyed! lmk if y'all want this to be a series bc i love halloween too much to only post spooky themes once a year...

♡ part 2 is on its way… 6/1/25…

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[thatpersonthatisgenderfluid]

suggestive | vi x f!reader

cw: periods, mention of period sex, pregnancy talk

"ugh, my period's here," you groan, collapsing next to vi on the bed. "my stomach hurts, the cramps are killing me, and i want to die."

"please don't die," vi murmurs sleepily, already pulling you into her embrace. "if you die, then i'll have to die."

you snort, amused. "you don't have to," you tell her, gently stroking her arm. "it's not a necessity."

"i'll die if i damn well please," vi shots back, causing you to giggle. "but let's focus on the important thing; you got your period."

you immediately know where this is going.

"vi," you try, laughter already bubbling up in your chest. "i've told you—"

"the universe is so cruel," vi bemoans, fully awake. "i'm trying to knock up my beautiful, delicious—"

"delicious?" you question.

"—scrumptious wife and yet, here she is," vi continues, sliding a warm hand down to your lower stomach. "empty."

"oh my god," you laugh, trying to escape her hold, but you're firmly drawn back to her chest. "vi! how many times can we have this conversation?"

"i need my strap," vi mumurs to herself, ignoring you for the moment. "need to fuck you hard and fast so it takes this time." she's already getting up from the bed, showing off her naked glory as she goes to where you keep your toys. "universe can't keep me from knocking up my wife."

"you can't biologically do that," you tell her, grinning at the middle finger she gives over her shoulder. "you don't have the equipment."

"and yet i fuck you better than anyone who does," vi says easily, bringing out her harness and one of the biggest dildos you have. the one that, uh, shoots out realistic cum. the sight of it has you clenching your thighs a little.

"this is gonna be so messy," you whine, even as you spread your thighs for vi who approaches with purpose. "gonna have to change the sheets."

vi shushes you, climbing to kneel between your legs before laying on top of you to kiss you. she's wonderfully warm, her mouth hot as she kisses dirty and slick. you moan past her lips, relishing her shivers as you glide your nails against her sides and squeeze at her ass.

"put a baby in me," you whisper, drunk on your need for her and vi moans.

"as if you even have to ask."