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note: g!p cait stil drunk yall i dont fuking care alcohol and my laptop AND freewill??????/ im writing everythin. happiest birthday to my fucking wife, better late than never. and for the record, she's the only enforcer i'd open my legs to, face down ass up. I WILL BED HER UNTIL HER SIGHT COMES BACK

      today is a very special day. it’s your wife’s, piltover’s finest, birthday. and what to do other than give caitlyn her birthday present first thing in the morning?

here you are, under the blanket, pulling down cait’s boxers. you take her cock in your hands, she’s  big, and she has a pretty one, pink tip and tall, shaven too. you kiss the head, softly pumping it, being careful to not wake her up so soon.

“aren’t you a big one?” a quiet chuckle slips from you. “shit, always so hard in the morning, ain’t that right?”

      you continue with your actions; giving the side of her dick kisses, licks, suckling the head slightly, and she’s slowly becoming restless. your mouth takes all of her with a slow pace, easing it all the way in, relaxing your throat, and resisting your gag reflex.

soft moans and mumbles of your name from above the blanket reach your ears. you stay still for a second, swallowing around her hardened cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheek as you pull up for air. you jerk her off unhurriedly, soaking in her whimpers.

caitlyn is throbbing in your hand. you take her back in your mouth, making sure to flatten out your tongue to glide against the underside of her cock, gagging when the head hits the back of your throat—she, unconsciously, thrusts up; you close your eyes to let her.

you feel the blanket move, and the humid air finally gets released.

“darling?” she calls out for you, still in a sleepy state. “good morning to me.”

      you look up, her cock still in your warm mouth. you pull back until the tip’s only in, and pump the rest.

she hisses, euphoria spreading throughout her body, making her toes curl, and her hands grip the sheets. caitlyn eyes roll back as you begin to bob your head up and down, the feeling of your mouth, tongue, and hand working her pulsating dick overwhelming her. 

she snaps her gaze back at you, her hand darting down to grab your head, forcing you to look at her, “just the tip, darling.” you obey her. “suck it for me, please?” you groan, her words sending heat between your legs. “yeah, just like that–shit, doing such a good job for me.” 

      her eyes are glinting dangerously, hues so dark that they don’t even look like blue anymore. you deepthroat her suddenly, resulting in another thrust up your mouth.

you take her out of your mouth, hand still pumping it furiously, earning you mewls and ragged sighs, “cum down my throat, commander.”

“god, fuck, fuck. fucking succubus—you are a goddamn succubus.” she grits out, her teeth grinding together. she grabs your head, her abdomen flexing as she starts to fuck your sore throat.

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no thoughts, only abby pounding into you as she has you folded in a full nelson, all mean and rough as her strap kisses your cervix, filling the room with the slick noises of your wet cunt. also abby whimpering in your ear, whining about how good you feel, how tight you're gripping her, already getting pussy drunk and—

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_ FREEUSEMADDIE

no reader!! domcaitlyn switchvi submaddie. body hair. power dynamic. size kink. anal if u squint. tribbing. fingering.

caitlyn needed a fucking break. she clicked her pen in thought before pushing herself up and storming out of her office into the deputy break room.

maddie sat, meek as ever, on one of the couches sipping on her drink. it was almost comical how quickly she stood up at the sight of caitlyn's tall figure in the doorway.

she knows the drill; scrambling behind the sheriff as she strides back down the hallway to her office. maddie's akin to a needy puppy, willing to do anything for attention. she knows her place well by now, knows what her purpose is to both caitlyn and vi.

she stands, smoothing out her uniform as caitlyn sits down in her desk chair with a sigh. her bright eyes scan over maddie as she waits patiently for her orders

caitlyn shifts on her chair, her thighs widening and her fingers tapping against her leg.

the ginger scrambles to her knees, crawling over to her boss and taking up the space between her boots. if she had a tail, it would be for sure wagging behind her just for being silently demanded around like a dog.

"stop dawdling, i didn't bring you in here to stare at me."

meanwhile, vi was storming along the streets of topside. she's still not very... accustomed to the life here, the luxury and riches weren't changing her tune, that's for sure. not that she, nor caitlyn, expected that to be the case.

she still got looked at as she passed, kids staring in bewilderment at her tattoos and piercings, prissy adults giving disapproving looks— she dressed a little nicer now, but you can never take the undercity out of the girl.

you also, it turns out, couldn't leave her alone for too long. with both caitlyn and maddie working at the station, they had free rein throughout the day. vi had to take a trip to get off, her hand just wasn't enough, not even the various toys caitlyn had collected did the job.

so, she proceeded to shove open the door to the piltover police station, various deputies looking up from their work at the zaunite storming the place like an bull, and then returning to their papers. she straightens herself up at the sudden awareness the silence and lack of reaction brings, reverting her thudding feet to a brisk walk in the direction of caitlyn's office.

she doesn't knock, of course, but nor caitlyn or maddie are startled. cait's always cool and collected, she knows damn well her officers will knock. and maddie's too focused trying to please her boss, her face buried between her legs and lapping desperately at caitlyn's cunt.

vi feels the throb in her brief's notch up, slamming her hand on the door to close it and taking a few steps closer to the scene.

caitlyn looks up at the basically seething firecracker with a raised eyebrow, her hand tugging maddie's hair to guide her to and from her clit and slit.

"can i help you?"

vi snarls and pulls maddie up from the floor, her burly arms around her waist. the girl was small and light enough to be ragged around, just how all three of them liked it. she was so easy to just... use.

caitlyn shakes her head, watching in both amusement and irritation as vi bends maddie (who's already stripped out of her uniform) over her desk, sending pens skittering across the wooden surface. "careful."

the pink haired girl would of either obeyed or made a snappy comment if she wasn't so focused on unbuckling her belt, shoving her pants down her legs and pulling maddie's hips closer.

"you know, if you had taken the badge when i offered it..."

"shut up," vi grumbles, tugging down the waistband of maddie's panties, sliding her rough hands up the backs of her thighs to the globes of her ass, spreading her open to admire the sticky mess caitlyn had melted her into.

caitlyn huffs, her legs still parted and the patch of dark blue hair on her mound glistening with maddie's slobber and her own arousal. "are you jealous?"

vi grits her teeth, shedding of her briefs and placing a large hand on the back of maddie's head, pressing the side of her flushed, freckled face into the desk as she whimpers. "i'm fucking mad,"

maddie draws in a breath as her legs are kicked apart, spread wide and vi's aching clit pushing between her folds. "that you," vi points a shaky finger at caitlyn before her hand comes down on maddie's asscheek to keep her spread open, starting to rut against her. "get her more than me."

caitlyn rolls her eyes, though the lewd acts being performed in front of her are a definite turn on, she was skilled at keeping her stone demeanour. "she works for me."

vi pants, her eyes glued to how maddie's hole leaks with arousal, clenching when their clits brush together occasionally. "yeah— yeah, i know.."

maddie whimpers and moans, taking what she's given and not asking for any more or any less, finding out the hard way that it was better to just enjoy what they were so generously giving her. her punishments were always so cruel, especially by caitlyn's hands— violet just ended up too horny.

caitlyn stands up, pulling her panties back up and cringing internally at the now cold arousal on the fabric sticking to her. of course, she would like to continue getting off, but she could never turn down voyeurism. she pushes herself up to sit on the desk, swatting vi's hand off maddie's head to replace it with her own.

vi, now having both hands free, continues to grind and rub against maddie's pussy, her fingers digging into her pale skin as she chases her pleasure.

"you really are desperate, violet. you're almost as bad as her," caitlyn chuckles, patting maddie's cheek as she whines and murmurs incoherently against the wood. "which is quite impressive."

vi glares at her girlfriend, slowly pulling her hips back and watching the strings of mixed arousal keeping her connected to maddie stretch and break, splatting onto her inner thighs. "you're getting too big for your boots, cupcake."

"you would too in my position." caitlyn hums, running her hand down maddie's back and between her thighs, gathering up the mixed juices and pushing her ring and middle fingers into her cunt, slowly fucking vi's arousal into her.

"cocky," vi scowls, her eyes drawn to how maddie clenches around caitlyn's fingers, desperately trying to keep them in and get her release. she can't tell who she wants to be, but either way, her own hand reaches down to brush her thumb over the youngest girl's clit, circling it slowly.

maddie cries out from under both of them, drooling around caitlyn's fingers and resisting the urge to start begging. she knows that doesn't get her anywhere far.

"good girl." caitlyn purrs, the palm of her hand grinding against the poor girl's asshole, stimulating her from all angles.

that's her breaking point, and she starts to rut back on their hands, desperate for her orgasm.

"you jinxed it." vi murmurs, her free hand lifting and smacking down on maddie's ass who whimpers and flinches in response.

caitlyn shakes her head, spreading her fingers inside of maddie as she slowly pulls them out, stretching her pussy just a little for both her and vi's entertainment. "she never learns."

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instagram thirst trap!vi's way of hard launching your relationship is done through a simple audio. she's never expressed being a relationship before, but her followers have speculated. especially when she starts to look happier than she used a year or so ago. so when she drops this audio with the caption "i love the way my baby sounds" everyone loses their damn minds.

the audio consists of a slight squelching noise, coupled with a few breathy whimpers. then those whimpers get a bit louder, wonderfully sweet. it's a moment before vi's voice appears, low and rough, as she murmurs, "so good for me, baby. yeah, that's it...so good, sweetness..."

"vi," your voice trembles out before you choke on a sob.

"sweet girl, ah fuck, so sweet and wet for me—"

and the audio finishes.

the comments are going wild, and the audio has been saved multiple times.

the next day, vi posts a picture of the two of you curled up in clearly messy sheets. your face is hidden in her neck, while she's got her own buried in your hair, happy and content.

the caption reads:

"mine."

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I can just imagine John opening the door to your recent ex boyfriend who just won’t get the hint and keeps tryna get back together.

So John takes it into his own hands, basically marking his territory by answering the door quite merrily munching and crunching away on some cereal.

Completely ignoring the shocked expression plastered on your ex’s face at the sight of a half naked man in your house.

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Hope you don’t mind me yapping in your inbox, I just need someone to talk to about this. I love thinking about the shimmer strap because like… if it cums shimmer… there’s just so much potential for exploring unhealthy relationship dynamics in the way of addiction. Like. If someone (Sevika) fucks you with a shimmer strap, and you get a hit of shimmer every time y’all hook up, will it train you to become dependent on her?? Lots of food for thought.

oh my god wait....... need

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idk what this is, i'm just at work and i thought "need to write caitvi x reader" so here it is :)

caitvi x reader

Caitlyn can't keep her eyes off the two of you.

You're both so pretty, dancing beneath the colorful strobe lights, all beautiful smiles. It's like watching a painting come to life, vibrant with its angles and curves. It makes Caitlyn want to take a picture of this moment so she can frame; so she can keep it forever.

Vi's got you leaning against her, your back against her chest as you move in a hypnotic grind. Her hands, strong yet gentle, are holding your hips, guiding your movements with a soft firmness. Her head's found its home in the crook of your neck, and while Caitlyn can't see it, she knows Vi's murmuring sweet words into your skin. Sweet enough to have you smiling, to have you run your fingers through her hair before tugging her close.

Caitlyn continues to watch, satisified to simply witness the moment. Her breath hitches a little when she sees you look in her direction, eyes lidded and a little hazy. She swallows deeply when you smile turns coy, your free hand reaching out to beckon her forward.

To join you.

To join them.

Vi peers up from her sanctuary, her own eyes lazy when they look her way. She stares at Caitlyn for a second and leans back in to whisper a few words in your ear. Whatever she says has you laughing and grinning brightly, and Vi's grinning too.

The both of you begin to walk away, Vi leading you off the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back. But Vi turns around, meeting Caitlyn's eyes once more before mouthing:

"Come on, Cupcake."

And Caitlyn's drawn in; like a sailor to a pair of sirens.

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Cowgirl Sevika WIP

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extremely sevika deprived

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She’s so pretty I genuinely need motivation to write.

Well turns out this is a face someone (Caitlyn) started a war for.

I would too so I’m not judging

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https://x.com/_minitary/status/1864343885956436239?t=Bb5jZ3aryya7Fvt8Si8D3w&s=19

I um yeah... Just gonna leave this here... (screaming)

OHHHH @_minitary (twt)

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totally not a big deal or anything but I have ten followers 😏

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kiramman motherdaughter doubleteam

tw; cassandra + caitlyn x f!reader, pussyfucking, voyuerism, masturbation, objectification, gagging, being passed around on kiramman cock, girlcock + womancock, mommy issues, family dynamics, no incest unless you count their cum mixing inside you. wc; 2.8k

“my daughter is quite fond of you,” cassandra muses thoughtfully, like you’re not ass-up, pussy-clenched, bent over on the kiramman desk; two, slender, pale fingers elegantly fucking the juices out of your cunt.

while you’d love to engage in mommy gossip over tea, your pretty little head isn’t quite capable of doing more than blindly rut back against gloved fingers. even if your ears perk up at the mention.

“what does that—ngh— fuck—“

“language, darling.” cassandra slaps your cunt, hard. you hiss, arching back, traitorous pussy deciding it really fucking likes that, and sending a surge of wetness gushing out and dripping over her palm. you arch back, and the retort making its way out of your mouth is rudely interrupted by the way she deftly folds her fingers into a fist. quelled, you settle down, thighs still stinging.

"and i suppose—mmgh—she didn’t—hah.. tell you?”

“no, but i know.” cassandra hums, index hooking. your eyes roll back, as cassandra continues to muse. or, pretend to muse. you’ve been under her thumb long enough to know every twitch of her expression, every dip in her tone, every curl of her finger—is calculated, and intentional. “her gaze lingers."

“she doesn't mind that her mother takes home girls her own age?” you pant, squirming away from cassandra’s hand as she pinches your thigh.

“girl.”  cassandra corrects, gloved hand leisurely grasping you by the chin and pinning it upwards, to face her, unable to squirm away from the steely jade of her eyes. girl, singular. it’s nothing close to ooey-and-gooey affection, but the clarification makes your heart glow nonetheless, heat flooding to every buzzing cell in your body. it also makes you pathetically, impossibly wetter. cassandra smiles as you gush around her fingers, nerves humming under her touch.

“she wouldn’t. so long as i turn a blind eye to the unending stream of conquests she has in and out of her room.” cassandra sighs, flicking against your clit. you arch upwards off of satin sheets, thighs quivering—and cassandra only takes the opportunity to thrust her digits further upwards. you thrash, like puppet thrust upon a stick.

“takes after her mother,” you gasp, and her chuckle is a pinch less poised than usual. “suppose she does, hm?"

you cum all over her gloved fingers, silk soaked to the bone.

to be perfectly honest, you were only half-lucid during that whole affair. can you blame you? one can only concentrate so much when you’re being finger-fucked to oblivion on a councillor’s desk. you hadn’t thought much of cassandra’s words, or caitlyn’s supposed fascination in you. until, well—

“mother, i don't see what could have possibly warranted dragging me out of office just to—”

the moment you come into sight, caitlyn stops, mid-way through flicking the stub of a pen, up-and-down with boredom borne vigour. she’s draped over one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, head tilted back, elbow lent lazily over the side of the seat. she straightens, gaze flickering between you and her mother.

you stare at caitlyn. she stares back, alabaster-cut cheekbones flushing a dark-hued pink.

cassandra slinks into the other armchair, one leg draping elegantly over the other. “i told you it’d be worth the wait.” she teases, easily, superiority exuding out of her every pore. caitlyn is stock-still; a deer frozen in the headlights, because surely her mother can’t mean—

“look at her, darling.” cassandra beckons you closer, and you fall into step, obedient. her cryptic smile, widens—gloved hand outstretching, to skim the silken fabric up your thighs. her nail drags upwards, and both caitlyn and you visibly shiver. “hot, wet and inviting.”

caitlyn bites her lip, conflict playing out comically over her face, like a gargantuan tent isn’t rising at her crotch. for one, she loathes to concede any victory to her mother. on the other..

(gods, how caitlyn has wanted and wanted. it's shameful. she’s caught glimpses of you, throughout the estate, for the past year. flitting in and out, from her mother’s room—her office, sometimes. the thought should make her nose wrinkle and gaze avert, like it had done so, with all the other women her mother used to bring home. yet, you.

the pull you have is magnetic. perhaps, that’s why she hasn’t seen a single other verdant soul grace her mother’s bedsheets, since you. not that she makes a habit of peeking. it’s just—she’s wondered. she’s wondered, with her hand wrapped her dick and croons muffled by her sheets, how you’d feel around her cock, instead. because she swears that nightgown her mother lent you used to be hers, and the thought of it—skimming up your thighs, dampening against the hot flush of your cunt—

caitlyn is spry, young, quick-witted— and admittedly hormonal. she’s in the prime of her life, and the prime of her libido; too. deathly curious, too, what has made her mother come back to you—over and over and over again. what’s so special about you that you’ve made caitlyn cum into her fist, over and over again, despite never sparing her more than a second glance.)

“you can’t seriously expect me to..” caitlyn splutters, cheeks blooming red. “now? here? in front of you?”

“don’t act all shy, now. for a decorated enforcer, your sleuthing skills are lackluster."

caitlyn burns, bright-red. she's well-aware of the incident her mother is talking about. that was once. besides! she thought someone was being impaled on a stake, in there, for gods' sake. she’d almost brought the guards!

“besides," cassandra rolls her wrist, idly, "you think i’d let you handle precious goods unattended? you could break her.”

both you and caitlyn bristle; you, at the suggestion that you could be broken by this kiramman girl who is certainly fit, mind you—but caitlyn, at the dig at her self-restraint. through she’d probably smart at any barb her mother cinched her.

“i can be delicate.” it’s like the implication is the nail in the coffin, and she’s undoing her trousers with exaggerated reluctance, like her fingers aren’t quivering in contained eagerness. “don’t look.” she demands of her mother, like a child slipping into the fitting room. the buckles of her enforcer uniform come undone, and a flash of inky-blue trim sends the hairs raising at the nape of your neck, especially when caitlyn’s fly falls away and her thighs splay open, hand curling around her base and tugging her dick out and—oh.

now, you understand why you might break.

caitlyn is.. well-endowed. (oh, cassandra is rubbing off on you in more ways than one). her length itself clean-shaven, like her mother—and the smooth, erect forth of her cock practically preens under the attention, blue-green veins climbing up its trunk. her tip is flushed a brilliant pink, and for all caitlyn’s feigned nonchalance; precum builds a shiny glaze at its slit, at the precipice of gushing out. she tucks her trousers below her balls, eyes flitting over to meet her mother’s, stare flaring to one of defiance.

caitlyn scowls, but you can't help but notice the shallow pace of her breath—the way her forearms tense, rapid fluttering beating at your chest. can't help but notice the way her cock throbs, tall and aching, and how she can't tear her eyes off of you.

“go on, dear.” cassandra urges, sly, and you startle, because you've almost gotten lost in being a passenger to the kiramman’s family squabbles—forgotten that for now, all you’re sinking onto her daughter’s cock. caitlyn gasps, hips jerking upwards.

she's hesitant, at first; rolling her hips, experimentally, and you suppress a gasp when her cock slips deeper, unintentionally. caitlyn grunts, and when she starts going she starts going, because—fuck—can you blame her? she gets lost in the ocean of your pussy, how it swallows her, and her mother is right. hot, wet, and inviting.

you can't deny you're enjoying this. each moan that caitlyn dislodges from your throat is even more encouragement for her dick to plunge deeper, length to stretch you wider. perhaps it’s unjust—but even as your head falls back and you whine in approval, shivers crackling down your body—you can't help but compare the two, just a little. (cassandra's motions have always been painstakingly controlled. each crook of a finger, curl of a knuckle, thrust of her cock; carefully poised, deliberate, and intentional. caitlyn, on the other hand—is fluid and freestyle and just a little sloppy. her ruts driving with a shaky force, like she's trying her damndest best to keep a rhythm but is trembling with the effort to hold on and not just plow into your cunt like a jackhammer. she's good. you can tell caitlyn has done this before, many times. just, perhaps not as many times, as her mother.)

"darling, posture." 

caitlyn freezes, balls-deep. her head lifts in gobsmacked disbelief at her mother's voice, hands remaining clamped down over your thighs, dick twitching. you stifle a mewl at the loss of friction.

"posture?"  caitlyn parrots, eyes narrowing, even as her back goes ramrod and shoulders square on instinct, like an automatic response to her mothers’ tone. then, annoyed at her own reaction, caitlyn thrusts, hard, as if to prove a point. the both of them ignore your subsequent whimper. “my posture is just fine, thank you very much.”

cassandra's nails drum against your collarbones, hand still carding through your hair. it takes everything in you not to nuzzle upwards into the offering, because you know cassandra despises your neediness. loves it, too. but you're not quite in the position to test how she feels, today.

“is it just fine, dear one?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, harshly, as caitlyn’s thrusts come in rhythmic slams, the other girl’s pants almost as uneven as your own. “i—nghhm—yes.”

“and is my daughter treating you well?”

caitlyn scoffs, but her hands tighten on your hips, nails digging crescent indents into skin. your eyes flicker open to meet caitlyn’s own, and you’re expecting to find that beautiful, forever, narrowed-eye glare of hers that is so instantly recognisable.

instead, what greets you is fawn-like cerulean; wide and imploring. approval-seeking, under her mother’s scrutiny—under your control. it’s like she’s holding her breath, even as the slams of her hips.

“ngh, caitlyn—“ you gasp, like a prayer, and the kiramman heir seems to dissolve at the sound of her name on your tongue, wobbling as she clings to your hips like she might just die if she were to be separated.

her throat bobs, and her hips shudder, a low groan wracking her body. and, and—

“don't finish.” cassandra interjects, command rolling off her tongue, firm and declarative, leaving no room for argument. “a little practice in self-control would be good for you.”

“mother,” caitlyn protests, elongated and pleading and irrestrainably whiney, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. her cheeks are blossomed red, flushed to the bone—strings of saliva connecting  the plump part of her lips as she ruts into you, grip bruising.

“don’t whinge.” cassandra admonishes, and caitlyn’s hiss is guttural, almost physically pained by the frustration—but she holds herself back nonetheless. “if you think i am having my daughter’s sloppy seconds, you think wrong.”

it’s as if the room has dropped in degrees. caitlyn, livid with the tension of what you can feel, drawn tight against the hot flush of your body. cassandra, whose gaze is as impenetrable and indomitable as ever. the both of them; cut-throat and frigid—like the meeting of stalagmites and stalactites, crashing into one another.

your pussy clenches, because gods, this is hot. caitlyn audibly lets slip a hiss, when your walls tighten around her poor, sensitive dick. it’s almost inevitable when she cracks, first. 

it’s that first twitch in her brow that waivers the white flag, and she her jaw tightens and her eyes go wild—before she forcibly wrenches herself out from you, eyes rolling back as her cock squelches free— promptly blows her load all over the carpet.

caitlyn folds to her knees, black-blue eyes peer upwards, both wounded and aggrieved; like the world has done her wrong by not having her cum inside of you. the way she’s positioned is almost heartstring wrenching—if it weren’t for how her hands curl around the base of her cock and she arches back and hisses, shamelessly jerking the rest of her high, off. thick, white spurts of cum splatter, some on the glossy wooden panels—but most on the carpet. carpet, worth some-twelve families’ fortunes and now marred by fat, creamy streaks of white, clinging to filaments that’ll indubitably harden come sunrise.

caitlyn pants, wiping spit with the back of her hand. her eyes meet her mother’s, satisfaction uncoiling in her gut, along with the leftovers drizzling from her tip.

“are you quite done?” cassandra exhales, as her daughter empties herself out over their living room floor.

“yes.” caitlyn says, petulant. her expression is as still as stone—yet anybody could see the smug gleam in her eye.(of course, a day doesn’t go past in piltover nowadays that that kiramman brat isn’t uttered. perhaps, the moniker has more truth to it than you’d thought.)

cassandra seems to torn whether this is the right time to discipline her daughter, though she doesn’t account for you and your incessant neediness, because you’d just been so full and now you’re so empty. it’s burning a hole right in the pits of your stomach, and you need to be filled. you need it. cassandra, for all her patience— has waited long enough.

your pussy opens up to cassandra’s cock with an obscene squelch, walls stretching, thighs quivering outwards as you welcome the familiar girth, and isn't that something? that coming home equivocates to cumming over her cock.

cassandra cants her hips upwards, just barely— and after the (sloppy, but earnest) viciousness of which caitlyn just fucked you; it's not enough.

“more—need—more, cass—“

poor choice of words. you should know better than to throw nicknames around so flippantly, around her daughter, no less. cassandra’s grey-tinged stare turns glacial. if there's anything she's has ever taught you—it’s how to be good.

"and just where did your manners go?” cassandra’s head slants, lips curling, and you know you’re in for it, now.

through glassy eyes and a heavy head—you watch as she peels the glove from her hand and—ah. they’re the ones from earlier. still filthy, drenched in your residue. it brings flush of shame to your cheeks—mouth opening to whine; yet you’re cut off by the way she swiftly stuffs them in your mouth. the salty proof of your lust shoves down the back of your throat. you choke. it stifles your mewling like a charm.

heavens. cassandra is struck by just how much she adores you, as she rocks you on her dick. your gaze; so glossy and starry and bright, tears burning behind your eyes around your gag. she goes slow—lulls you into a false sense of security with the gentleness in her pace—before she viciously drives her hips upwards every so often, and pounds. the push-and-pull is undoing. you gasp around your make-shift gag each and every time, making the most delicious sounds as you do so.

caitlyn has long since sulked back to the armchair at the side, watching the scene with as her dick twitches, still standing tall and proud as your slick glistens, coating its length. cassandra takes her time. not sparing a glance at her daughter, the pace of her teasing out the both of you. caitlyn grouches, grumbling to herself all the whole. the sounds that come out of your mouth are much less becoming.

“take it,” cassandra orders coolly, into your ear, weathered hands clasping your jaw. she twists herself in, and you buck with a gasp when you feel hotness flood through every being. cassandra grunts, and the slip-up is barely decipherable through the cotton in your head, but you can feel the way she pumps you full with her cum with complete clarity, spasming around her cock.

when cassandra finally empties herself–pushes you up, and off of her, her movements are gracious and dignified, as if she didn’t just fuck and fill you full until your pupils slipped back and your cunt oozing with white. by the time she's done, caitlyn has made another mess against mahogony, and the younger is too fucking desperate to even bother with the illusion of control. too desperate to give a single flying fuck about the fact her own mother's cum is pulsing out from your pussy in sticky waves, that the second you're out of cassandra's hands—you're in caitlyn's. she shoves you back on the rug, fireplace licking warmth against your cheeks—though its nothing compared to the roar of sheer, blinding sensation that blazes up your core when caitlyn rams her cock inside you. groaning, girth splitting you open as she mounts you, just like that, in the middle of the living room. cassandra reclines, back against the armchair, cock hanging between her legs. her lips curve, upwards, and she takes a sip of her tea. she has more to give you, after all. she'll just have to ensure caitlyn doesn't snap you in two, first.

[lovingkaliah]

imagine being violet's bratty little girlfriend. talking back, having an attitude, that's the 'usual-you'. and ooooh vi didn't like that. i fact, she didn't like that at all. and she gladly let you know that, especially with a nice little punishment for the latest stuff you had done or said. vi specifically enjoyed having you across her lap, a strong vibrator secured inside you as her rough hand came down on the flesh of your ass again and again and again. she lived for the whimpers and the tears that dropped onto the fabric of the couch or bed, depended on where she decided to have her way with you. after the spanking, sometimes ass, sometimes pussy spanking, usually came a round of her fucking you. pounding you. it wasn't rare that you couldn't walk, wobbly legs giving out under you. now where's that big mouth of yours? not talking back? what happened to the attitude?

[lovingkaliah]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[lovingkaliah]

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vi who'd definitely answer a call when she's fucking you. she'd stuff her fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans, tell you to shh even as she grinds her strap against your sweet spot. it's more than enough to have you tearing up, eyes fluttering as you drool around her fingers. and you try so hard to keep quiet but vi fucking you so slow and good, so hard and deep, that you're creaming on her cock two minutes into her phone call.

and all vi can do is feign a disappointed sigh, and shake her head despite the hungry look in her eyes.

"yeah, i'm gonna have to call you back," vi says, to whoever she's speaking to on the phone. "someone's made a mess."