Save Me… Save Me Kit Tanthalos, Save Me…….

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vamp!caitlyn wants you ꨄ

18+ mdni men dni contains mentions of dom!cait, sub!reader, biting, tribbing. cunnilingus, pet names (love, sweetheart, darling).

(might make a part two, not sure)

These had been a rough weeks for your town. Everyone is scared to leave their houses, and almost all the agriculture or manual labor is disrupted.

What you didn't know is that, you, the daughter of a rich man, locked up in your own bedroom, had something to do with it. You had met her before, she was a nice woman in your eyes, made your heart flutter.

But you could never tell your father about your relationship with her. Sleeping with a woman before marriage? You would be burnt at the stake.

You would have never imagined.

The moon light casts a soft shine on your face as you are looking out your window again, your expression somber. Have your prayers fallen on deaf ears?

Is your father ever going to stop setting you up with men, is the slaughter around the town ever going to end?

You decide to call it a day, getting in your bed, lightening a candle, and going to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut.

You jolt awake, seeing your dress ridden up all the way to your chest.

—

"ngh... a-ah..." you are woken up by a rising heat through your body, the candle still casting an orange light around the room.

"w-what- hngg- caitlyn!" You squirm, looking down to see Caitlyn pressing kisses to your cunt.

"mh... missed you darling, missed you so much..." She hums agaisnt your heat, placing slow, wet, purposeful kisses to your pretty pussy.

You try to squirm away, confused on how she even got in, worried your dad could hear. Unfortunately for you, Caitlyn has other plans.

She grips your thighs painfully, burrying her face further in with a hunger you've never seen before. You let out a loud cry, your hand coming up to grip her hair.

"f-fuck!! A-hn—!" You squirm, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Her tongue seems so more skilled, her voice more rough, like she's ready to devour you.

She grips your hips, sucking on the little bud of nerves, licking, kissing.

"Look at me love." She says in that demanding tone you're so familiar with. You look down at her, seeing her tongue enter your sopping pussy, the hairs matted with arousal.

"C-Caitlyn! What is the meaning of this!" You gasp, quickly interruoted by her lips crashing into yours, tasting your own arousal in her tongue, in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Her hands trail under your sleepwear shirt, kneading at your boobs feverishly, making you let sharp gasps and moans.

She's completly lost in your scent, lips coming down to kiss and bite at your neck, except this time, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, feeling her fangs.

You desperately grip onto her arm, nails digging in her flesh as you let out a cry. Meanwhile she can only hum agaisnt your neck. She's never tasted any blood as sweet as yours. It's addicting, really, but she can't do that to her poor girl. She'd never risk the free will you have if going out in the sun, even if its pointless with a massacre she started going on outside.

She pulls away, blood painting her lips such a pretty dark red color as she licks it off, hand moving down to them hem of her pants, desperate to take them off.

Your hand goes to your neck, your hand stained in your blood as it dawns on you. It's her, the creature that has been slaughtering all your marriage candida-

"AGH!—" You scream, one of her hands underneath your shirt, twisting one of your nipples. There's a sadistic grin on her face, seeing your teary eyes and your helpless expression.

Your arousal overpowers your shock, as filthy as that makes you feel.

"C-Caitlyn! There's no way-!" You say in disbelief.

"M'sorry, need you so bad, can't help myself sweetheart..." She groans, underwear off.

As ridiculous as it sounds, you can't help but take pity on, she looks like she has restrained herself a lot.

She raises one of your legs, clit brushing agaisnt yours in a way that makes you even more dripping wet than you were before, biting your lip.

She rubs herself agaisnt you, head thrown back as she huffs and groans. "O-oh, so good, missed you, missed you so much darling..."

You moan at her words, clits rubbing so deliciously agaisnt eachother. You're bucking your hips, grasping the sheets, moaning her name. It's scandalous.

She continues rolling her hips, blue hair clinging to her face and hands shaking as she grasps your thighs, her touch leaving those pretty marks she likes making you see in the mirror every time she's done with you.

And god, it burns so good. Her pussy burns so good. It's slippery, it's nasty, it's everything that she loves.

"fuck- sweetheart, mh— m' gonna cum..." She groans, arms trembling as she holds your leg up.

You whine, beating her to it. The hot creamy liquid comes out of your pussy, coating Cait's cunt and the sheets.

Cait comes right after, a faint chuckles coming out of her. "O-oh fuck... Yes...!"

Her tongue comes down between your thighs again as she's still coming, hips twitching, sucking your juices up and biting your thigh like you're a nice piece of meat.

"you won't mind me feeding on you a bit more, right?"

mmgghnfnfndn

butch ! ellie ♡

after all your complaining about not dating, you finally psyched yourself up to go out to a bar. you’d spent so much time on your appearance, aiming to be approachable rather than having to make the first move— and yeah, you knew you looked good tonight.

even if, by some impossible chance, you didn’t, the look on the auburn-haired butch’s face affirmed it. her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, eyes locked on you like you were her next meal. you figured she'd approach you. but no. instead, she sank further into her seat, thighs spreading even wider.

was it hot in the bar already, or was that you? you made your way over to the counter, hoping to catch some kind of breeze on your flushed cheeks. even then you could feel her eyes trailing after you, burning into your back like she was trying to brand you.

you stole a subtle glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, her head was tilted to the side, eyes unapologetically glued to your ass before they slowly, deliberately dragged their way up to meet yours. the sheer audacity and confidence of this woman had your knees dangerously close to buckling.

you ordered a drink — just an accessory, really — and settled onto one of the barstools like you had all the time in the world. the girl hadn’t moved either, one arm still draped over the back of her chair while her other lazily lifted the neck of her beer bottle to her lips.

you were both playing the same game: look, but don’t chase. her knee bounced once, her fingers drummed on the glass, but otherwise, she was still. then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she used her free hand to roll up the sleeve of her orange-brown flannel, revealing a sexy tattoo.

fuck.

your eyes were glued, trailing over every detail. you took in the delicate ferns wrapped around her forearm and the hint of a moth peeking out from the angle she held it. she knew she had you by the way she smirked. she set her beer down and reached for a lime. you caught yourself leaning forward, pulled in by sheer interest and curiosity about this woman.

she rubbed the fresh lime across her tattoo in a deliberate line, dampening the skin before sprinkling a dusting of kosher salt over it. she nodded at her arm and lifted her beer right after, winking at you. she was enabling you— and god, it was fucking working.

it felt like an out-of-body experience, because before you knew it, she had you on her lap. “gonna do it f'me, doll?” she murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the thrum of the bar’s music, her salt-covered forearm lifted like an offering. you nodded, practically mindless as you’re leaning forward, tongue out.

you dragged your tongue across her warm flesh, tasting the sharp bite of lime and salt, then lifted your head just in time for her to tip her beer toward your mouth. “atta girl,” she muttered, smirking as you gulped down the cool, bitter drink.

you licked the last trace of salt from your lips, breath a little uneven, the taste of her skin and beer still lingering on your tongue. her hand came to rest casually on your waist, fingers splayed like she was claiming you without trying.

“ellie,” she finally said, voice low and unmistakably smug. “figured i should’ve introduced myself.”

you huffed a quiet laugh, your body slowly settling as the buzzing in your head began to simmer down. “nice to meet you, ellie,” you replied, voice softer than hers. “do you always start introductions like that?”

she grinned, titling her head back with lazy confidence. “can’t say too often. only when the time’s right.” she winked again, just as effortlessly cocky as before.

you feel that familiar throb pulsing through your body and settling in your clit, a slow, steady ache blooming in your core. the way she talked— casual and cocky— and the way she touched you with such confidence, like she already knew what you liked, had your head spinning.

she shifted slightly beneath you, letting her thigh press firmly between yours, and it took everything in you not to crumble. her smirk deepened, her hands sliding up your back. “you wanna get outta here, baby?”

you nodded way too quickly, but you couldn’t find it in you to care at all. “yes. yes. yes.”

she chuckled at your eagerness and pats your back, signaling for you to stand. and as she led you out of the bar, all you could think was how this was gonna please you beyond words.

KIT TANTHALOS in WILLOW S01E01 | The Gales

i am OBSESSED with this oh my god

YOUR TAG

pirate captain!vi x kidnapped merchant's daughter!reader wherein vi and her ragtag crew are some of the most feared pirates on the seas sailing the hms zaunite with her genius inventor/shipswright sister powder (alias jinx in pirate circles) as her first mate --

initially all they were after was your fathers lucrative trading vessels, perhaps to strike a deal with him, skim a little off the top of all his shipments, but very quickly, they realize that perhaps they've bitten off more than they could chew with you, because delicate as you seen, darling as you might appear to be, you're witty and sly as a fox with a smile like black cat on all hallow's eve.

you're way smarter than they'd bargained for and hey, vi's always had a soft spot for the pretty ones (and you are so, very very pretty in your white lacy nightgown, nearly see-through with the ocean spray). so what if they keep you around for longer than they need? maybe you could earn your keep -- maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to lean into your siren's call laughter.

and even if it dooms her in the end, vi wonders, ever so briefly, if it wouldn't be worth it for just a chance to taste the ocean on your rose-petal lips.

THE CRUSH ELLIE IS MEANT FOR MEEEE TYSMMMM MWUAH

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT CUTIE EEEEEK >3< <33

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best friend's older sister!sevika headcanons

contains: modern!au, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, nsfw content (so minors dni), not proofread, mentions of porn, clitplay and fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (word "slut" is used), sevika being a jackass and teasing the reader about their clothes + possible inexperience, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt" and "tits," kinda imagined a younger version of sevika here, maybe late twenties

best friend's older sister!sevika who is always cooped up in her bedroom, whirring noises entering the halls from the mechanics she's working with. if you walk past her room, your body immediately gets blanketed with goosebumps from the cold air streaming in from her window, which is always cracked open so that she can blow the smoke from her weed and cigarettes out of there.

sometimes you run into her in the hall outside of her bedroom, cigarette hanging out of her lips, loud music blasting from the speakers she has in there. if you guys are both heading to the bathroom, she'll quietly nod, leaning back into the doorframe to let you go first.

there have been a few occasions where through the open door, you can see a girl laid out on her bed or sneaking out of her window. all you can do is ignore it and try to resist having wandering thoughts about exactly how good she must be in bed to have different girls over all the time.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't really talk to any of you guys, just ruffling your best friend's hair or teasing her before heading back to her room, leaving the rest of you without a word from her. whenever she walks into the kitchen while your friend group is eating or making late night instant ramen, you feel your face heat up at the sight of her in a tight tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination, from her sculpted arms and the grooves of her stomach's abs. she's so tall, so effortlessly handsome, and you can't help but sneak in glances at her back when she bends to the fridge to get some gatorade.

best friend's older sister!sevika who talks to you for the first time when your best friend leaves you alone in the living room to go shower, and sevika enters through the front door, short, black hair tied back. just the sight of her neck is enough to get you tensing up, suddenly acutely aware of the patterned pajamas you have on and how childish they must look to her.

when she spots you, she raises her hand, mumbling an apology, but you insist that the two of you of two can sit together, you were only about to put something on. the truth is, you really don't want to miss the opportunity to get to know her more.

she hesitates, but gives in, sitting on the opposite end of the couch with you, twisting off the cap of her beer bottle and taking a swing from it, grey eyes focused on the television as you scroll through the options.

when you linger on gilmore girls, she scoffs. and not subtly. oh, no, she scoffs loudly, and you turn to find her lips twisted up into a smirk.

embarrassment and defensiveness make for an ugly combination, immediately arousing an irritated, "yes?" from you.

"are we seriously going to watch this crap?"

your mouth drops open. it's the first time she's properly spoken to you one-and-one, except for the brief interactions during your run-ins in the hall, and this is what she says? for a second, you're just stunned at her blunt rudeness, and you need a second to formulate a response before saying, "crap?"

"yes, crap." she tosses her hand at the television. "just a bunch of privileged little shits."

"the show literally deals with money issues!"

she snickers, and you try to ignore the bulge of her arms as they fold over her chest. "which sure aren't that stressful when you have two blue-blooded parents always there to save your ass."

"yes, but on conditions, though!"

she squints at you, lips turned down into a disbelieving frown. "friday night dinner? you're either just as spoiled as them or really naive, because trust me, weekly dinners don't mean shit."

your eyes sharpen into a hard glare, bitterness spilling through at her assumption. "you don't know anything about me!" with an indignant toss of your head, you mutter, "not that you've ever even tried to."

she suddenly bellows with a loud laugh, the edges of it rough and irritatingly pleasing to your ear. "awe, is someone sad over that?"

you roll your eyes. yes, but you weren't about to tell her that, of all people. "no, don't flatter yourself."

"you're not that good of a liar, you know that, right?"

with a twitching eye, you turn on the show, drowning out the noise of her chuckle with an immediate escalation of the volume.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't stop teasing you after that night. now, when you're in the kitchen and she saunters in, she flashes you a smile that's nothing short of complete and utter self-satisfaction. when your best friend leaves you alone in her room, sevika knocks and steps inside, leaning on the wall and asking you how you are, how's work or school, sometimes teasingly tossing in, "you haven't been here in a while -- I didn't make you nervous, did I?"

you always fight back. partially because your attraction to her makes you feel so exposed and flustered that you want to try to hide it through challenging her back rather than being reduced to a blushing, spluttering mess. you know arguing back might be counterproductive, though, since it seems to only amuse even more. but, that leads you to the second reason you keep doing it. because, as on-the-spot and vulnerable it makes you feel, her prodding comments and mischievous attention makes you giddy. sevika, the allusive older sister of your best friend, is actually bantering with you, maybe even flirting with you. and seeing how easily she bounces off your words, how sharp her wit is, makes you only more excited. unnerving as it is, this little thing you guys have going spikes your excitement everytime you come over.

best friend's older sister!sevika who gets bolder and bolder. when she comes into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, looking for a hair tie to get her hair out of her face, you catch her in the mirror's reflection glancing at you, eyes quickly flicking up and down. the double take nearly makes you tighten your thighs together, mind whirling with thoughts, speculating over what she might be thinking.

you get your answer when she suddenly snaps the band of your tank top, which causes you to leap on the spot. when your eyebrows furrow into what you hope is a stare strict enough to hide just how turned on you are, she laughs, the noise low and velvety. "cute," she muses, eyes raking over you shamelessly before she reaches to the hairtie on your wrist, snapping it off and tying her hair back with it.

best friend's older sister!sevika who starts working out very intentionally in front of you. doing pull-ups in the kitchen when your friend group is there, lips curling up as her eyes seek you out. usually, by the time she looks in your direction, you've already been staring at her unabashedly for minutes as her arms flex and roll under her ministrations.

you want to crawl into a hole when your best friend smacks your arm, her face squeezed into a sour cringe. "dude, gross."

of course, sevika totally hears the reprimand, and she wiggles a scolding finger in your direction from her corner in the room.

best friend's older sister!sevika who can't stop laughing at the way you gasp and cover your mouth when you catch sight of the lesbian porn opened up on her laptop, which rests amongst her bunched up purple blanket. it only leaves you wondering about what she was doing moments before, if that happy trail you sometimes spot in her loose, muscle-shaped crop tops leads to a curl of hair between her thighs.

"oh, c'mon, have you never seen porn before?"

despite the fact that you can barely keep a straight face in light of this revelation, you manage to bristle. "of course I have."

"oh, yeah?" she leans on her doorframe, tilting her head down to watch you carefully. "got any recs?"

"if I did, I wouldn't share them with you."

"why not?"

"you would just--" you manage to squeeze out before trailing off into silence. the truth is, the idea of you and her watching the same porn, fucking yourselves to the same video, has your clit aching with desire. but, you don't wanna give in that easily, and just do as she requests. something tells you she's too used to getting her way. "you would just corrupt it!"

she raises an eyebrow. "corrupt the porn? by watching it?"

god, you're an idiot. "yes."

"that's quite a feat to manage."

"... yes."

"this wouldn't at all be because you're lying, right? and you really haven't watched porn?"

you grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at her. god, she's so fucking irritating, talking to you like you're completely sexually oblivious.

at your silence, she ducks her head lower, and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of one of her dark locks tickling your cheek. "maybe you're more inexperienced than you let on. maybe you're looking to get corrupted."

fuck, she has no idea. at this point, the rest of your thoughts are practically zapped into silence from the mental image of sevika laying you on her bed, your back to her chest, with her big hands shoved down your panties and massaging your pussy, using your slick to circle your clit into a swollen little bud. her soft lips planting wet, sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek as she coaxes you to watch the filthy video, laughing darkly when you gush at the two women in it eating each other out. biting your ear, whispering how she wants to do this thing or that thing to you, how she'd fuck you better than anyone in these videos could. her thick fingers plunging into your hole, other hand covering your mouth as she makes you come over and over again in her cramped up bedroom.

jesus, this is going too far. you force your body to stiffen, lest her attentive gaze catches any telltale signs of your arousal. "well, maybe you're delusional."

she's unfazed, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure I am."

best friend's older sister!sevika who tells your best friend she'll pick you up when she finds out you need a ride home from your part-time job. she insists this is because she doesn't trust your best friend with her car, so she should be the only one to drive it.

when you climb into the passenger seat, you can't help but feel self-conscious, sweaty and exhausted after the long shift. matters are only worsened by being in such a cramped space with her, the very act of being picked up way too date-like for comfort. you can smell her coconut shampoo from here, mixed in with the cologne she wears. her hands on the wheel captivate you, fingers long and thick, veins begging for your tongue to trace them. her hair, which is still bound by your hairtie, is damp and soft.

she takes you out for food, insisting you "get something in you after a long day" (you're certain she's aware of the innuendo, shit-eating grin present when she speaks). when she takes her car into a drive through, she hands you her phone, muttering that you can turn on whatever music you want.

she proceeds to make fun of every song you play.

ignoring your protests, and using her strong arms to shove you aside when you try to lurch over her, she pays. when you thank her profusely, her nose twitches and she nods quietly. you can't help but smile at her modesty.

instead of driving you guys back to hers and your best friend's home, she parks outside the store. you guys continue to listen to music, sharing the meal and talking. her usual snark is present, yes, but she actually listens to you, earnestly so, as you ramble about your shift. she asks you questions, and listens patiently. her answers, on the other hand, are short and to-the-point, but after some nudges to her shoulder and whining, she relents with a sigh and shares some more details.

as the sky darkens, the conversation becomes a bit more personal, and you see a side to her you've never bore witness to before. eyes soft, gaze downcast, voice low, she shows a side to you that's vulnerable. a side that has the layers of responsibility shed.

best friend's older sister!sevika who you can't help but smirk at when her jaw drops upon seeing you in the lacey, skimpy pajamas you recently bought. it costed enough, that's for sure, but you feel immensely successful. after all, you only bought them after seeing them in the porn video she had been watching weeks ago.

"what-- what is that?" her voice is low, hushed.

you touch the back of your neck, suddenly plagued with acute self-awareness over how you look. "just-- it's just pajamas."

that breaks her out of her trance, face breaking into a bout of laughter. "pajamas? you're kidding me, right? you look like you're about to seduce me."

you swallow hard. well, not exactly. all you had wanted was a reaction out of her. actual sex felt like too far-fetched a daydream to get excited over. you try to brush her off, self-doubt gripping you too tightly to allow yourself to be direct. "please, you wish."

"oh? someone's gotten bold." her eyes wander over your body languidly, as though you already belong to her and it's just a matter of time before you admit it. she leans back in the seat at her desk, mouth curving into a playful grin. "besides, who knows if you even have it in you?"

"have it in me to what?"

she snorts. "seduce me, bonehead."

"well, yeah, wouldn't wanna risk disappointing you after all the girls that have been in here."

you wince as soon as the words leave your mouth. god, how pathetic are you? you already sound like a jealous girlfriend, and you haven't even confessed to her.

luckily, sevika chooses not to tease. instead, her mouth presses into a firm line and she says, "you don't need to worry about that."

you gulp at the earnest words. what the hell is that supposed to mean? does she know just how serious your words are? because it sure does sound like that. the thrill of her maybe knowing, maybe even returning, your feelings has your stomach flipping. "why?"

she fiddles with some diagrams on her desk, flicking a thumb on the corner, before her shoulders heave with a sigh. "for the same reason I haven't had any girl over for months."

you nearly flinch at the words, the sheer vulnerability in them yanking you into an intense fixation on her words. is she implying she hasn't had any girl over for months because of you? because, well, what reason could explain both that and why you needn't be afraid of dissatisfying her?

you can only think of one.

best friend's older sister!sevika who pulls away from her desk, spreading her thick thighs over the seat, and nods you over. "come here."

when your trembling body reaches her, she hesitates before spreading her hand along your thighs. you immediately clutch onto her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of her rough, warm palm scraping along your skin.

the gap between her teeth flashes as she laughs. "liked that?"

your nails dig into her shoulders. you don't wanna give up the game just yet. "no."

"no?" she mumbles, leaning in and grazing her teeth right where the lace trimming of your silk shorts meets your skin. "that's too bad. because if you had confirmed my suspicions, I would've rewarded you." her head leans back, eyes shining under the lamp of her bedroom. "you're lucky I'm nice and will give you one last chance."

fuck. you can't resist, not when you're this tantalizingly close to getting what you want. "fine. I--I liked it, okay?"

she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. "finally."

twenty minutes later, she's on her back in her bed, arms hooked around your thighs while you practically hump her face. your fingers ache with how hard they're grasping onto her headboard, forehead pressed to it as she helps you move your hips on her face. your pussy is making all kinds of squelching noises as she tongues at it, the slippery muscle making a mess of spit and juices as she licks you up so messily, no direction, no rhythm, just raw instinct. her hands have your top shoved up, large hands groping your tits and tweaking your nipples. and god, she just slurps you up, drinking down the thick, sticky arousal coating your folds, wrapping her lips around them to run the tip of her tongue along their shape.

"yeah, fuck my face," she grunts into your pussy. "such a little slut, wandering into my bedroom dressed like that."

a choked out moan leaves you, and she digs her nails hard into your ass as a warning. it makes you jerk harder on her face, her nose bumping against your clit just right and making you cover your mouth in panic. of course sevika takes notice of this reaction, and just a moment later, she's rubbing the point of her nose into your stiff clit, shaking her head side to side so that you get flicked with it.

you think nothing can get better than this -- a notion immediately disproved when sevika's lips round your clit and start sucking it in, her tongue darting out to stroke roughly at it.

and that's how you come, legs shaking as you sag against her headboard and fully sit on her face, unable to stay upright. not that sevika minds, groans of pleasure lost into wetness of your cunt.

best friend's older sister!sevika who actually got her sister's blessing weeks ago and was now just waiting on you.

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⋆˙⟡ pussy drunk! ellie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“one more?”

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i’m a stone top vi truther 🫡

SHE GETS THE JOB DONE! • VI

🎵: The Giver by Chappell Roan

CONTENTS: modern au, afab reader, female reader, smut, pillow princess reader, stone top Vi, don’t interact if you don’t like that!

SUMMARY: headcanons about stone top Vi x pillow princess reader.

A/N: I wrote this for fun! It’s nothing serious! I’m not assuming anything about Vi! Keep that in mind and enjoy!

Stone top!Vi who honestly thought she’d never find the right partner. Everyone insisted they could “turn her” and it made her so angry. She didn’t want to be turned, she likes who she is!

Stone top!Vi who thought she had died and went to heaven when you showed up. You, a pillow princess, were absolutely perfect for her. You understand her boundaries, because you have your own. The dynamic is perfect!

Stone top!Vi who loves when you bite her during sex. She literally tells you to not bite near her tattoos so the marks are more visible. Whenever she looks in the mirror and sees hickeys all over her neck, she gets so excited. You’re the one who ends up wrecked sometimes, with constant reminders of her, like when she’s rough and you aren’t walking right for a day or two. So when she has a little reminder of you with the bites, it makes her happy.

Stone top!Vi does get rough…pretty often. There’s just something about being able to make love with you that gets her so riled up, and she just needs to get that energy out! She’s such a puppy.

Stone top!Vi who sometimes looks forward to the aftercare more than the actual sex. Depending on how mobile you are afterwards, she’ll run hot baths or showers, then wash your whole body carefully. If you’re not too weak, you do the same for her. She enjoys it, but she also respects when you don’t feel strong enough to do it. She’ll also just get a warm washcloth and clean you in bed so you don’t have to move. She’ll check you over for any injuries every time, even if she wasn’t really rough. She wants to make sure her baby is okay :(

Stone top!Vi who uses sex as stress relief. That’s where the roughness comes in most times. She’ll get home from work and (only if you’re up for it) drag you to the bedroom…you might not make it to the bedroom, actually.

Stone top!Vi who will do anything anywhere. Kitchen? Absolutely. Living room? One of her favorites. Bedroom? Obviously. Bathroom…? She’ll make it work. Car? Another favorite of hers, honestly. She is into anything you ask her to do. Any position, any toy, any location, she’s down for whatever, as long as it makes you happy.

Stone top!Vi who’s service to you go beyond sex. You kind of have her wrapped around your finger. She’s a giver in every way. She loves to make meals for you, buy you nice things every once in a while. The second you mention something hurting (head, back, stomach, etc) she’s all over you, giving you a massage and fetching anything you could possibly need or want.

Stone top!Vi who cries during sex sometimes. She genuinely feels honored that she gets to pleasure you. She’ll just hide her face in your neck and keep doing her thing.

Stone top!Vi who feels absolutely terrible if she hurts you in any way. Maybe she bit you a little too hard, thrusted a little too fast. She feels so guilty. She’ll say “I have one job during sex and I can’t even do it right!” and sometimes it honestly makes you laugh, then she feels better.

Stone top!Vi who gets more needy than you. She’ll be begging to fuck. Girl will literally get down on her knees, which always leads to exactly what she wants.

Stone top!Vi is the master of praise. She just always knows what to say. When it needs to be dirty, she’ll be gross. When it needs to be sweet, she’s nuzzling into you and telling you how good you are, how proud you’re making her.

Stone top!Vi who also loves to be praised. If you ever were to joke about giving her stickers after sex, she’d take you seriously. She just loves when you’re feeling really good and telling her that she’s the one doing it. It makes her dizzy, honestly.

Stone top!Vi who sends you nudes. All the time. Sometimes multiple days in a row. It might just be her abs. But most of the time it’s a lot more :) she likes to keep you on edge and wanting her. It is her job to fulfill your needs sooo…she fulfills them but keeps them existent.

Stone top!Vi has a breeding kink. Argue with the wall.

Stone top!Vi just loves you so much, she’ll do literally anything for you, and that means providing, and providing sometimes means pleasuring :)