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can u pls write a fic about puppy girl (hybrid) vi fucking her owner 💗
content warnings › big clit vi? sub puppy vi. in-heat. slight tit play. tribbing. drooling. begging. squirting. overstimulation. mommy kink. pee mention. hands/feet referred to as paws.
“m-mommy. mommy feels good!”
vi whines, twitchy nose stuffed against your neck as she ruts her sticky pussy against your worn-out one. thick juices roll down your inner thighs in globs, smearing over your claw-marked, kiss-bitten flesh with each desperate undulate of her hips. her tail flops from side-to-side in the tight grip your fist, ears pressed flat against her hair as her big, twitching clit rubs against yours juuuust right.
she’s drooling a puddle in your the dip of your collarbone as you fucks herself on you. babbling whimpering praises against your skin as she humps. her huffs are weak, the musky aroma of your natural scent driving her mad. she jerks forward as you give the base of her tail a hard tug, encouraging her to go faster—to take what she wants. you can handle it.
“c’mon, puppy. i can handle it.” you pant, eyes heavy with restrained exhaustion—as she’s been going at it with you for nearly three hours. orgasm after agonizing orgasm wrecking you mind, body, and soul.
what a lie.
the slickness of her puffy cunt against yours is dizzying, vision doubling as she ruts against you at a staticky pace. a sharp whimper of ecstasy claws up her windpipes, hoarse and raw, as sweetness splatters across your tummy. she stills for a mere second, tail stiffening in your tightening grasp, a soundless moan caught between her teeth; then she’s right back at it.
you want to pass out. really, you do. the exhaustion is sinking it’s teeth into your overworked muscles, sleepiness damn near forcing your lids to shut with each strenuous blink that leaves you breathless. black spots dot your vision, teeth gritting together as the pleasure borders on something agonizing-- yet, addicting all the same.
her hind paws scramble to find purchase on the slippery mattress below, claws sinking into the ruined cotton for leverage. her mind is moreso turning to mush, now. glittering tears glaze over deep pools of rich blue, the drops dangling from fine lashes like icicles. her lips smother the underside of your already-bruised jaws, making little sounds of apology as she runs the soft muscle of her tongue against the darkened spots.
you flinch, a clawed hand cupping the back of your head to keep you in place. she soothes the abused skin with a certain tenderness that makes you wetter; slowly working her way up to your lips to kiss you, which, in all honesty, is just a messy clash of tongue, teeth, and fang.
but, you wouldn't have it any other way.
finally, gaining a bit of your usual confidence back, you roll up. violet jumps, poor puppy startled by the sudden change in pace. after all, she's just as sensitive, if not more, than you are.
way too eager to let you regain control, you pulls you down on top of her. flipping the both of your entangled bodies over with little effort.
"you want mommy to do it now?" you ask sweetly, breaking away from the kiss the suck a path down to her chest. your left thumb flicks the pretty pink peak of her tit, the other getting lapped up into your mouth. her hands fly to your shoulders, mewling like a bitch as your rounded teeth tug on the poor thing.
you pull off of her nipple with a stomach-twisting pop. and, by the slight gush and clench you so vividly felt between your, and her legs, she came again. just from that alone.
how pathetic.
her ears flail back and forth as she frantically nods, tail thawping against the bed as you slowly beginning to build the both of you back up. thick thighs slide open wider to allow her aching pearl to bump against yours, the sizeable thing throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. the nerves in her labia are so beyond broken, every touch and sensation sending lightening strikes up her spine.
“y-yes! yes, mommy, yes.. feels so good, mommy.”
big, black pupils swallow up the darkened cerulean of her eyes; staring up at you like you hung the stars yourself. you probably can’t tell from this viewpoint, but she’s so grateful you’re doing this for her. vi’s past owners weren’t so.. generous, in this department. just throwing her a bottle of heat suppressent pills and telling her to ‘get over it’.
but you? oh, you’d work yourself ‘til you were numb to the bone if it meant she’d be fully satiated. even if it did sacrifice a week’s worth of comfortable activities.
you can feel another climax tightening in your gut, and it fucking hurts. it feels like you’re going to piss yourself— and, really, you’re hoping it’s not. though, you’re sure she wouldn’t mind if you did. a nasty, degenerate little pup, she is.
“a- are you gonna cum? please, please tell me you are! I can feel it!” violet cries, nose scrunched up as your efforts doubled down. sweat gathers on you skin, her mouth dropping back open to slurp up the presperation. its salty, but it’s also so sweet. so unquiely you. she needs more of it.
now.
“yeah, puppy. mommy’s— ugh, mommy’s there.” comes your sighing reply, the strain in your hip flexors making this ten times harder. your head falls to her shaking shoulders, groaning into her collarbone as the last, and final, orgasm of the night rips through you.
it’s soul-shattering. world re-building, if you dare. the expression you wear makes your puppy excited; too excited for your liking. a stuttering shout of overwhelming bliss spewing from parted, swollen lips. you don’t squirt, surprisingly. a thick stream of creamy cum oozes out of your wanting hole, clenching up around nothing as you slowly come down from your high. the burn is unbearable, and you collapse on top of your girl limply.
she’s quick to cover you in comforting kisses, lapping up all the tears that somehow managed to escape. tail wagging, ears perked. just so mindlessly taking care of you.
..but, the heat still burns bright between her legs.
she can’t scent that you’re finish— beyond it, really. but, she just can’t help but want more. it’s in her nature. then again, you human are such fragile things.
before you know it, you’ve been flipped over back onto your back. barely awake, as she crawls between your spread legs. it’s harmless. just a taste, and she’ll be finished. that’s all she wants.
well, until she actually gets her mouth on you.
the cycle of endless pleasure-torture starts all over again..
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cw: sub-bottom vi. fem-top reader. mild age gap (vi is older than you). strap-on referred to as cock.
synopsis: you can’t stay away from your best friend’s older sister.
you tell yourself that it’s just a fleeting crush, one that will fade with time, but it never does—not when vi ruffles your hair in passing, or when she drapes one of her strong arms around your shoulders, or when she teases you in that low, knowing voice that makes heat coil in your belly.
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S : something about abby anderson holding you at gunpoint fucking you with her gun.
W : gunplay. dub-con. toxic!abby. spitting. slapping. edging. choking.
"Stupid bitch" Abby muttered, her words sharp and laced with malice, before you could react, she yanked your hair, forcing your head back and shoving you to the floor, her teeth gritting
"Running away from me?" Abby scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt as she spat at you, her hand was steady as she lifted your chin, the cold barrel of a gun pressing against your skin, your body trembled as your skin had brushed the cold metal.
The two of you were currently in an abandoned house, the air musty and the silence deafening.
Your suppose to be searching for anything useful, some food, a weapon, something to help you survive, the floor creaked underfoot as you wandered from room to room, your senses on high alert.
Then, in the corner of one room, you spotted a backpack, hope flickered for a moment, maybe it held something useful, you quickly knelt down and opened it, sifting through the contents, you pulled out the items, your stomach dropped.
Feeling the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of your head, a surge of panic shot through you, but you quickly forced yourself to regain composure, in an instant, adrenaline kicked in, and you bolted forward, sprinting through the abandoned house with your heart pounding in your chest, desperate to get away.
She gripped your hair tightly, yanking your head back as she leaned her face closer to yours, the heat of her breath against your skin made your heart race, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air between you both.
"Trying to take my things?" she hissed aggressively, her hand striking you across the face with a harsh slap, the force of it left your head spinning, and the sting burned on your skin, but you didnt dare flinch or make a sound.
"You're one of them, arent you?" she doubted, bringing her hand to your face, grip tightening around you, forcing you to look at her, her eyes narrowed, scanning your expression, trying to read you, as if deciding whether she could trust you or not.
"No!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face, making a mess of your cheeks, the emotion caught you off guard, a mix of fear and frustration overwhelming you as you struggled to break free from her harsh grip.
"Please stop" you stuttered, your voice trembling as you desperately tried to beg for her to ease up, the fear in your chest tightened with each passing second, but you knew it wouldnt be enough to sway her.
She tilted her head cockily, a smirk playing on her lips as she brought the gun closer, its cold metal pressing against your skin. "why should I?" she asked, her voice dripping with challenge, eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous glint.
"Please, i will never bother you again!" you cried out between sobs, your body trembling uncontrollably, the desperation in your voice was raw, each word laced with fear as you tried to make her understand, hoping it would be enough to stop whatever she had planned.
She looked at you for a moment, a smirk curling on her lips as if savoring the power she held, then, without warning, she lifted you up, her grip tight and unyielding, before shoving you down to the floor, you lay there, the impact rattling you, heart still pounding.
She grabbed your zipper roughly, fumbling with it for a moment, her frustration clear in the way she moved, you gasped scooting your thighs away but she pressed the gun in your thighs.
She pressed the gun deeper into your skin, its cold surface a sharp reminder of her control, her voice was low, threatening "if your sorry, then you better take it" the weight of her words hung in the air, and every second seemed to stretch on as you struggled to keep your composure.
You nodded quickly, the cold pressure of the gun against your skin making it clear just how serious she was, fear shot through you, making your body tense as you instinctively tried to back down.
She wasted no time her hands finding its way to your waistband hastily pulling them down with ease, you gasped feeling the air hit your thighs, feeling exposed infront of her.
She bought the barrel on your clothed panty, rubbing them gently, you hissed, heart stopping as you sharply inhaled, tears threatening to fall.
“Dont fucking cry, your sorry, remember?” she spat, her voice sharp and unrelenting as she clenched her jaw tightly, her eyes bore into yours, daring you to say otherwise, to contradict the apology you had already given.
Abby rubbed the barrel onto you further, watching the way your legs would twitch, cant even comprehend if it was because of pleasure or fear.
But your fucking turned on, abby switched the gun in her other hand and moved your panty aside feeling you with her fingers, she cocked her head looking at you shamefully.
"Your wet? what a slut.." she hummed amusement in her voice, she smeared the fluid building outside your clit, biting her bottom lip.
"loook at thaaaat." she cooed lifting her fingers to show you the white sticky string on the tip of her fingers, your face flushed your toes curling.
She took the gun again and removed the safety trigger, you panicked shaking your head, tears completely falling and she shushed you. "shut up, im not killing you. yet." she stated the sentence a little longer observing how long you'll be keeping your sane.
The corner of your lips curled downward, body shaking, as you squeezed your eyes shut, she bought the barrel again to your clit smearing the wetness with the barrel, she rubbed it circle motions.
"Be thankful im going easy on you." she bragged as if your not supposed to be threatened right now, mindlessly, your mouth opened by itself.
"Y-your not." you spoke up, chest expanding, she looked at you lips apart both eyebrows lifted. "oh? im not?" she asked being sure she heard you right.
You kept quiet, not wanting to talk anymore, then you yelped when she pushed the barrel inside you roughly, you should just have stayed quiet, now you really reached her patience.
"since you dont know how to fucking shut up." she sharply inhaled and slammed to fingers inside your apart lips, you gagged, eyes widening, the tip of her fingers reached the very deep of your throat, while the barrel in your pussy is already increasing its pace slamming inside you relentlessly.
And after hours of nonstop abuse, you finally gave up, your body trembling, eyes falling into a deep slumber, abby had already left, and your there... full of cum and saliva.
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Abby Anderson gagged and strapped to a Sybian. Her arms tied behind her back. At first, she rides it, rolling her hips and moaning at the vibrations, Putting on a show.
The control is in your hand, and you watch sweat drip down her toned stomach as you turn it all the way up. You love watching her like this. Her usual composed facade fading as she’s forced to feed into the animal need of pleasure.
When she comes, her muscles tense and twitch at the unrelenting vibration, unable to escape.
You straddle the back of the Sybian behind her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she grunts in pleasure/pain. Running your hands up her thighs slowly, you feel them tremble and shake. When you press down on her hips, she nearly screams, forced to take it all. She comes again.
You turn the vibrations down, long enough for her to recover. With you still behind her, she rolls her head back on your shoulder, breathing heavily.
When she seems too peaceful, you turn it back up again, you can tell it’s hard for her to remain upright, but the ropes give her no choice.
After it's all over, you lay her out so pretty for you. She’s exhausted, skin glistening and flushed, eyes half-lidded. You trace the marks the silk ropes left on her thighs and descend between her legs. She’s so sensitive like this. The lightest touches making her honest-to-god whimper, her legs twitching and trying to close against her will.
You take her slow, avoiding her poor abused clit. She’s just so soaked, you have to clean her up, your tongue tracing the folds of her cunt. She doesn’t come again, you’re not sure she even could. But you do, with her thighs around your head and your hand between your own legs.
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tw somno eighteen plus
why am i thinking of sevika putting a vibrator inside you while you nap so you’re all wet for her when she wakes you up 😵💫
you wanted to take a nap while she was doing g errands and she suggested the vibe…you were so needy anyways so ofc you said yes.
and there you fell asleep with the vibe snug in your wet pussy, the vibrations being controlled by sevika’s phone while she was out.
god i can image the feral look in her eye when she comes home to see you humping the sheets in your sleep, slick coating your inner thighs
and i know her clit throbs as the sound of your whimpers falling from your lips.
she slides into bed with her hand starting from your ankle up your calf, the back of your thigh and right in between them. her fore finger swiping through your folds and feeling the soft hum of the vibrator still snug inside you
she pushes a finger with the toy, a deep groan bubbling in her throat as she feels your cunt squeeze her finger and the toy. her lips find its way to your neck as she nuzzles into you, rocking her hips against your ass
she can’t help herself as she slips in another finger, your pussy greedily swallowing up the digit, slick runs down her wrist as she’s knuckle deep. “baby,” she moans softly into you, feeling her cunt throb with each stroke of her fingers into your sleepy pussy
and you just groan and whine in your sleep until you push back against her, her fingers slipping deeper. “mm, vika..?” she bites your neck softly as she takes her two fingers from your cunt, and pulls the toy out just enough so the tip is still inside of you
“i’m here, princess.” she mumbles before pushing the toy back in, fucking you slowly and softly with it as you sleepy whimpers falling from your lips
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is it a little unhinged to think of cockwarming sevika in a public setting? she makes sure you’re wearing a cute little skirt or dress and no underwear. maybe it’s before a game of poker. she unzips her pants and pulls out enough of her cock (strap) then guides you to sit perfect and pretty on her lap.
she knows you’re wet already—so not like she needs to prep you. you’re a perfect little plaything for her. she loves how soft and warm you feel too. in a way it keeps her grounded. she knows you’ll be flushed and fidgety once everyone starts coming in. but you both know the slightest movement leaves you sensitive and desperate to be fucked.
sevika loves when you’re too gone and have to lay your head on her shoulder. she purposely will buck her hips upwards, acting as if she’s shifting in her chair. you always leak all over her pants and it’s smeared between your thighs. when sevika bounces her leg as the game intensifies, half knowing what it does for you but also so distracted by the game.
you don’t care when you start whimpering and mindlessly kissing her neck. sevika’s one arm while circle your waist and tap your thigh to behave. she has to do this once or twice throughout the night. not like she truly minds. but sevika would rather not give away the truth of the situation.
and when sevika inevitably wins she rejoices and dismisses the losers. her hands gripping your waist knowing she’s about to claim her prize. sevika bouncing you on her lap and letting you be as loud and profane as you desire. she knows people can hear behind the thin curtain. heck she knows they can see the shadows. but it’s all the better for her. having you so far gone you don’t care you’re being fucked in public.
or if sevika had a rough game—she’ll hook her arms between your legs. pushing into the nearest wall and fucking up into your leaking hole until she’s had enough. your weight and height nothing in comparison to sevika’s strength. her arms dragging you down on her cock as she slams her cock into you.
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HUNTED
stalker caitvi x reader
CW: stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, breaking and entering, dark themes, possessiveness. Summary: You were never truly alone. Not when Caitlyn memorized every detail of your routine, not when Vi broke into your apartment just to linger in the space you left behind. What started as silent observations turned into a dangerous game—one where they watched, waited, and took pieces of you without you ever realizing. But patience wears thin, and soon, watching won’t be enough.
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Volleyball with the Kirammans | KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU
CollegeStudent!Caitlyn would beam whenever you came to watch her volleyball matches. She would see you situated on the bleachers, keeping to yourself as your eyes wandered in interest (and perhaps slight confusion if you weren’t familiar with volleyball mechanics) while the crowd cheered around you. It brought the younger woman pride and eagerness to impress you with her skills as the captain and main setter of the team.
You were her good luck charm, dedicating each point they scored to you, and her heart fluttered every time you flashed her a proud smile, of course it was only directed at her. When the team was going through a challenging match, she would find your stressed expression endearing because you cared so much about something she found trivial. The glow of amazement in your eyes whenever she set the ball or served (and sometimes spike) was something she wished to etch in her brain permanently. You were so expressive, wearing the truth on your face unlike many others, and she loved you for it. However, the bliss didn’t last long, especially not when her mother got involved.
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whatever you do today—do not think about sevika throat training you. her noticing your oral fixation and knowing she has to take advantage of it. subtly wiping your mouth adter you eat or drink something and watching your pupils dilate.
her teasing her thumb on your bottom lip and watching you eagerly part your lips.
sevika cooing at you when you take two fingers in your mouth. her fingers slowly thrusting in and out. “just like that, my love. you’re so perfect like this.”
sevika taking the time to show you how to properly deep throat. “deep breaths, baby. yes, perfect. it’s okay if you gag.”
she’s obsessed with you drooling and the furrowed expression on your face. your eyes glazed over and drool dribbling down your chin and chest. “messy baby. perfect little thing for me.”
sevika, unintentionally, tricks your brain. associating the sound of her zipper with giving her head. the second you hear it your hands are helping her tug the zipper down. you’ll whine when she mentions now isn’t the time.
but she cannot deny she doesn’t love seeing her needy girl’s mouth full of her cock. your hair pulled from your face. instilling every method to take her deeper for longer.
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☆ ━━ VAMP!TOXIC!CAITLYN
cw: +18, dark theme, toxic relationship, mean!possessive!caitlyn, jealousy, rough sex, marking kink, strap-on (r! receiving), mention of death and corpse.
vamp!toxic!cait who would not let you leave her mansion under any circumstances, you would not leave for anything other than to sunbathe and take care of the plants as you liked to do.
vamp!toxic!cait who always have her eye on you, no matter where you are or what you're doing, she knows. don't get me wrong, it's not because she doesn't trust you, she just wants to protect you from cruel people out there!
vamp!toxic!cait who will notice a strange interaction between you and the gardener, more on his part. he always gives you the best flowers, he talks to you constantly, always wants to be close to you and looks at you in a way that is very strange to her, but you were too dumb to realize his intentions. she watches the two of you from the window, her red eyes glowing with pure anger.
vamp!toxic!cait who every night when she comes home after a hunt for blood, she will wake you up just to want you to massage her and sometimes want you to do more things besides just massage, always using the argument of "you don't love me?" or "come on, for me, please..." etc.
vamp!toxic!cait who would force you to let her take some of your blood even if you don't want to. obviously, using blackmail.
vamp!toxic!cait who would constantly mark and scratch you, a way for her to mark her territory (a habit that became more common after she noticed how Joseph treated you).
vamp!toxic!cait who, despite being possessive, was still very romantic. she would play instruments for you, give you gifts, read for you, and plan the best dates, all just to keep you by her side.
vamp!toxic!cait who constantly ignores you, sometimes she wasn't even really busy, she just ignores you because you're "too clingy" and needs someone to throw a bucket of cold water on you.
"cait" you called after her, nervously playing with your fingers as you followed her through the house.
"hm?" she just mumbles, pretending to be reading some kind of article while walking in a "hurry".
"can you tell me if something happened to Joseph? I haven't seen him come to work for a few days..." you ask about your gardener friend, genuinely concerned. You noticed that at no point did she stop walking, showing nothing other than appearing not to hear you. "cait...?"
she snorts. "honey, I'm busy, leave me alone!" She says irritably before ducking into the office once more, locking you out and dodging your question again.
vamp!toxic!cait who would kill anyone who was near you (in this case, it has already occurred).
vamp!toxic!cait who would constantly choose your clothes, always choosing dresses with frills that looked like they came straight out of a medieval series. she didn't care if it was uncomfortable for you or if it was too "tacky", she thought you looked beautiful in them and wanted you to wear them (and would punish you if you didn't use them).
vamp!toxic!cait who would watch you sleep. by exchanging day for night, she would end up staying awake while you were sleeping, and she would always be there, watching you, admiring how serene you would be sleeping there without noticing that she could just attack you and drain you at any moment (obviously she wouldn't do that, but it turned her on to think of you being so vulnerable and oblivious to something dangerous like her).
vamp!toxic!cait who once proposed a predator and prey fantasy to you, but was upset when you refused, making her go almost a week without talking to you until you give in.
vamp!toxic!cait who would give you the best sex every time she would come back from a hunt. the adrenaline of being a predator would be coursing through her body, and she would want to take it out on something and that something would be you. you would have a sequence of delicious orgasms every night of her hunting.
vamp!toxic!cait that on a random night, she would arrive from a hunt that seemed to have been the best in her long years of life (and also the fastest). she would come to you happily, the smell of fresh blood on her skin — she hadn't even cleaned herself like she always did — she would run her hand over you and whisper things to you until you gave in and had sex with her.
your hands would be firmly on the large glass window of the room you two shared, moans escaping freely from your mouth, it was music to her ears. her hips kept up the relentless pace, her strap on shoved deep inside you, sliding in and out accompanied by the wet pops of your soaking pussy. her long nails gently pierced the skin of your raised thigh, tearing almost deep enough to draw blood.
caitlyn licked the length of your neck, able to hear the strong beating of your heart and the way your blood circulated, she doesn't hold back and bites your neck, not to suck your blood but to mark you. she bit your neck and shoulders more and more, to the point of drawing a few tears from you from the burning but delicious bites.
you find yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm, your walls clenching around her strap, eliciting a moan from her as if she can feel you. she lets out a laugh, bringing her lips closer to your ear.
"you're close, aren't you, bunny?" she says as she lifts a hand to your chin, guiding you to look outside the window, wanting you to look at something.
at first you didn't see anything, until you spotted something on the lawn — a body, to be more exact. when you finally recognize who it was, your eyes widen and you feel your breath hitch for seconds. It was Joseph, your only friend in that house, dead on the lawn. his body was disfigured with cuts and signs of torture, his skin dry and skeletal body indicating that his blood had been drained from his body.
you were speechless, you couldn't believe what was happening, your eyes immediately form tears of sadness. caitlyn notices your tears and forces you to look at her, her red eyes glowing and her devilish smile making you shiver.
"why are you sad? did you like him?" she asks as she runs the tip of her nail across your jaw, the movements of her hips were now slow and torturous. "It's a shame, he was a good friend...however, he wanted to steal you from me. thank me for getting him out of our way"
before you could say anything, caitlyn gave you a hard thrust, eliciting a loud whimper from you. she started going faster, on purpose, making your orgasm gush out of your pussy quickly, along with the tears that came out of your eyes. you no longer knew if you were crying from pleasure, from the death of your friend or from having sex while looking at his body there, thrown like trash in the garden.
caitlyn buries her head in your shoulder, smiling devilishly.
"he could never make you cum like I do."
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★ — 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 her tired walls clamp down on his 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 his 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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Anonymous asked:
Omg i have a request for caitlyn x reader where reader tells cait she is ready to start a family (sorry baby fever has been going crazy lately)
baby fever
caitlyn x f!reader
wc: 1.2k
notes: im ovulating so i had babies on my mind the whole week too 😭
Maybe it started that Christmas when the two of you decided to spend the holiday with your family. Your sister had brought her two brats over, and while everyone else did their best to tolerate the chaos, Caitlyn was the only adult who gave them her full attention. She sat patiently, listening as your niece sang an improvised song about mashed potatoes and nodding along as your nephew excitedly explained the intricate lore of his favorite video game.
Or maybe it was that time you were hanging out with your friends, and the topic of babies came up. You hadn't thought much of it at first—until you caught the way Caitlyn's eyes sparkled at the conversation. She laughed, brushed it off, and insisted that the two of you weren’t ready yet. But for a fleeting moment, there was something in her expression, something wistful, something that made your heart skip a beat.