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"Ow!" I yelped as the beanbag hit my head. I finally turned around to see my little sister standing in the doorway.
"What do you want??" I grunted. She'd been pestering me all day, and has already been having enough trouble sitting down to write this paper.
"To hang out with you," she said, crossing the threshold into my room and stepping over the mess of clothes and trash scattered about the floor. I should really clean up in here but between finals and term papers...
"Are you even listening?" she whined. God when she gets like this sometimes I can't help but want to slap her.
"Yeah, sorry, just," I say as I take off my headphones. "Look it's finals week, and I've got a paper due on Tuesday. If you wanna just like, hang in here that's fine, but I've gotta get some work done so I can't talk to you."
Her face turns up like I just made her eat a sour candy drop, but I get what I want. Without a word she moves over to my futon, flips it into couch mode, and plops down on it with a little bounce. Her uh... Her boobs jiggle when she does that. I pretend not to notice and try to forget seeing it.
Remembering myself, I mutter a quick thanks and turn back to my computer. The next ten minutes or so are fine, it looks like she pulls out her phone and I manage to get through a page of very dense analysis of Antigone, but out of the corner of my eye I see her put her phone down.
And then she takes her shirt off.
I freeze up as she does this. I'm fully face forward, eyes pointed at my computer screen, but my attention is all on the little sliver of her I can see in my peripheral vision. This is fine though. I'll just play it off.
"Why'd you take off your shirt, weirdo?" I say, calm. Maybe my heart is racing but my voice at least is steady.
"It's hot in here," she says, and starts fanning herself like it adds to her point.
"Yeah, I like it that way," I say. "Go back to your room then, if you want it to be frigid."
I turn to her, trying to gauge her reaction, and can't help but look at her cute pink bra, pushing her tits up and making them look a size up. A size up is still only a B cup at best but I can't help but think about just how cute they look.
She looks at me funny. Shit. She saw me looking. I turn back to my computer and throw my headphones on in a panic.
Her voice is muffled under my lofi beats to study to (look don't judge me they're good at filtering brain static) but even with my music way too loud I can tell what she said.
"I saw you looking at my tits."
She gets up from the futon and makes her way over to my desk. I start to open'a new browser tab and scroll through another paragraph of academic text, trying to look like I'm not obsessing over her cute little tits and wanting to suck on them and squeeze them.
Suddenly her hand is on mine and she's jerked it over to her bra. She's moving my fingers and forcing to me squeeze her and fuck her tits are so soft, I can feel her nipple hardening through my palm and I just wanna take that bra off and cup her breasts in my hands...
I mutter, "W-what are you doing?" But can't bring myself to pull my hand away.
She rolls her eyes and groans. "You're so fucking clueless," she says as she pulls my chair towards her and swivels me in her direction. I gaze down to the floor, I can't look at her or she'll know how much I need to caress her beautiful body.
"Seriously, sis? You've got my tit in your hand and won't even give me the time of day," she remarks. She tries to grab me by the chin and make my look at her but I am frozen stiff, and barely respond.
"Ughhh, fine!!" she says, like she's giving up on something. "What do I have to to do, suck you off to-"
She places her hand on my crotch and I'm hard as a rock. I shudder hard and a devilish grin settles on her face.
"Oh! That was a joke but..." she says as she starts to unzip my jeans. "If it works..."
"Wait, sis," I plead, but she's holding me down tight in my chair as she pulls my cock out. "I don't... You can't..."
And her mouth is on my cock.
"Fuck sis that..." I moan. Her tongue is swirling around the tip of my head and her fingers are gripping the base of my cock. She feels fucking amazing and whines and whimpers escape my lips with every motion.
She comes up for air for just a moment and says "Yeah it feels good huh, I bet it does, you fucking perv. Can't believe this is what I've gotta do to get your attention."
"Wait please, I-ahh fuck mmmnnf" I whine as she resumes. She starts taking my whole length in, tongueing my cock right at the base, and I'm shivering and moaning in response. Fuck. She's better than anyone I've ever had, and suddenly she's bobbing up and down on my length, drooling and making the sexiest sounds I've heard in my life.
"Ahhhh-ah-ah-ahh sis, please sis I'm close, please stop I can't... I can't cum in my sister's mouth this is wrong," I whine but my hips aren't listening. I'm thrusting into her mouth in time with her perfectly, so fucking desperate for her. She holds her head in place with my full length inside her and works her tongue around the swollen clit beneath my head and I have to cover my mouth because I'm getting so loud and can't let anyone hear.
I keep bucking into her throat and can't stop myself, it's like I was always meant to use my little sister's mouth and give her a throatpie,
"Fuck sis I'm... I'm gonna cum I can't... I need to fill your mouth I'm sorry imsorryimsorryimsorry..."
I grip her hair and push her down until I hear her gag, and I cum right down her pretty throat. She moans as I fill her mouth with watery girlcum and starts to swallow each drop as it comes out. I'm shaking in my chair with every spurt, and have desperately clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure.
Eventually the wave of bliss filling my body finishes washing over me, and my little sister makes a satisfied moan and pulls her mouth off of my spent cock.
"I-I'm... I'm so-"
"Shut it," she barks, putting her own hand on my mouth to make sure I can't speak. "That was gross you know, can't believe you're such a slut that you'd let your little sister suck your cock."
I don't have anything to say as she removes her hand from my mouth. Instead all I can do is look up at her, and stare right into her eyes. She's always been so pretty and well put together, and I can't help what I do next.
I lean forward and pull her in, kissing her passionately. Our tongues dance along each other and I moan into her mouth, craving her like it's my last meal. She's wearing flavoured lip gloss (apple, my favorite fruit) and I taste it and her and am completely overwhelmed with a lust for my little sister.
She pulls away, more gently then I expect, but she's rolling her eyes at me and a wave of shame washes over me. Did I force her? Oh god I shouldn't have let this happen, I'm such a terrible sister, but before I have a chance to spiral she says "Can we like, do something now? You've had your fun but I'm kinda bored."
"Oh, uhm, okay," I stammer. "What do-what do you wanna do?"
"Idk go see a movie, clothes shopping, get ice cream," she says like I wasn't just rutting into her throat. "Anything but sit at home like a loser."
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or, a transfem guide to conversations for girls who struggle with taking agency
Alright, so there's a post going around about how lots of young transfems have poor conversational skills. It calls specific attention to the tendency to just make animal noises or mindlessly flirt, and how they're an insufficient substitute. This is true, but it's not helpful*, I'd like to try to be actually helpful.
I. Why does the problem exist?
On the one paw, basically all widely shared advice assumes a lot of things that simply are not true for us. "Ask them about their job, their future, their finances, their social lives." Well. Generally, many of us are chronically underemployed, vaguely suicidal, surviving off of scraps, and extremely isolated. These aren't first date questions. A lot of transfems try to bridge the gap by jumping to third date questions like "how's your sex life, what kinks are you into, can I touch your tits, do you want to touch my tits." This has other problems that I will not get into in this post.
On the other paw, a lot of good conversationalism involves taking agency and putting yourself out there. The thing about childhood trauma is you're usually repeatedly punished for taking agency until you stop trying. Plus, agency, if it is a thing you can do, isn't likely to be something you do with strangers. You've been taught that your purpose is to be a punching bag. It's comfortable for you, even, in a weird fucked up way. But, this pushes all the agency onto your partner, which kinda sucks for her. Especially if she has the same background as you.
[ *sidebar 1: "the problem with transfems" and other things not to say.
Unfortunately, we live in transmisogynistic hell world. Unfortunately, you are a part of transmisogynistic hell world. Unfortunately, anything talking about "the problem with transfems" will see increased legibility and get shared more because of transmisogynistic hell world. Unfortunately, this cannot be escaped. Broadly, I highly recommend keeping such discussions to transfem only spaces not visible to the public. Or at least don't write vent posts about transfems. Please. ]
II. Then, what can I do differently?
In this post, I'm going to talk about the strategy that carried me through the first two or three years of my transfem social life, until I had accrued enough experience and confidence to try other strategies.
And, I want to say explicitly: maybe you can't think about it now, but you will get there. It's like immersion, your brain is picking up details from around you and shaping them into your own behaviors. As long as you are around conversations and let yourself pay attention to them, you'll get better at all of this.
I just want to help provide a shortcut.
For me, this was a method to be around people and talk to them when I really needed it. When I wasn't yet a person and didn't know how to talk or make friends or have friends or hang out or any of the shit no one writes guides for because they figured it out in middle school when I was busy discovering suicidal ideation. And it worked for me, so I hope it'll work for you.
III. What is infodumping?
I think most of you are probably already familiar with infodumping. Broadly, I'd define infodumping as a communication pattern associated with autism characterized by one-sidedly sharing a large amount of information with the other party.
There's a lot of memes about it that go something like girl 1: [infodumping about bionicles], girl 2: [not paying any attention, in her head: I'm gonna rail her later]. I don't like these memes.
In an autismphobic society, infodumping is a genuine and vulnerable activity. It's relaxing and fulfilling and kinda embarrassing. It's putting yourself out there. It's taking control of the conversation and not letting go until you're satisfied. In that light, it's kinda like topping†.
But, perhaps in defiance of your expectations, I'm not going to tell you how to infodump. I'm going to tell you how to be infodumped to.
[ †sidebar 2: topping and bottoming.
It's pretty popular in transfem spaces to be critical of the phrase "top and bottom" and prefer "dom and sub", because "top and bottom are more heteronormative". If you think about this for any amount of time, you'll realize that this isn't really true (changing language alone does not feminism make).
While you'll commonly hear top and bottom described as 'the penetrative role and the penetrated role'. This isn't the commonly used definition in bdsm spaces, of which I am from. In those spaces, we use 'top' to mean 'one who does the thing' and 'bottom' to mean 'one who the thing is done to'. In this way, we can generalize dynamics between bondage, discipline, d/s, and s/m.
Of course, these definitions are kinda just a trick of the light, and can go in any which direction if you look at things differently. As long as you can agree that obviously the one giving head is the top. ]
IV. What does the infodumpee even do?
The reason I don't like those memes is pretty simple, they present the receptive role as a non-entity. It kinda sucks to infodump to a non-entity. You're putting yourself out there and being vulnerable and she's just thinking about sex of all things. Bionicles is objectively better than sex.
As I see it, infodumping is a lot like music. And if you're the infodumpee, you're playing a rhythm game.
Just like with normal bottoming, your goal is to take this deeply vulnerable activity and provide consistent support throughout. To be a good recipient and accept what is given to you with an open mind. To illustrate to your partner that you are engaged with the ideas being shared, that you are listening, that you are enjoying the process, and that you're present and there.
What this means in practice is a mix of two things: mhms and questions.
VI. What is 'backchanneling'?
There's actually a lot of skill to mhming. Of course I don't merely mean 'saying mhm'. Backchanneling is the linguistic term for this and it's an essential conversational skill.
This includes phrases such as 'yeah', 'uh huh', 'right', 'I see', and so on. The purpose is to let your partner know that you're listening. This is, most directly, the rhythm game element.
There will reach moments where your partner looks to you to see if you're listening. At this point, you need to indicate that you are listening by giving such a cue. Make the noise, nod your head, send a thumbs up emoji. Sometimes animal noises work here, but generally I think they fulfill a different purpose‡.
If you're too late, she'll feel she caught you looking away. She'll think you were distracted and not paying attention, and begin to be distracted from her thoughts by checking up on you more and more.
If you are listening very closely, you'll give the cue before your partner even consciously thinks to check. She'll never even realize she worried if you were paying attention in the first place, the flow will never be broken up.
But if you give it too early, she'll think you're just saying the words without paying attention. You'll disrupt her thoughts with it, and she'll become confused and thrown off.
With each partner, the correct timing is slightly different. Personally, I try to give my 'mhms' when my partner has completed a thought and is reaching for the next one, or when she's asked a rhetorical question or completed a point. But, it takes trial and error. The only way to improve is by practicing.
[ ‡sidebar 3: what is echolalia?
Echolalia is a certain behavior associated with autism generally described as repetitive words and noises. Generally, I tend to understand most "animal noises" as a kind of echolalia (though this isn't always accurate)
Echolalia was first explained to me as a kind of stimming. More formally called 'self stimulating behavior', stimming is another category of autistic behaviors generally understood to aid in sensory maintenance. Flap your hands, tap your feet, bounce in your seat and it'll give you something to focus on to weather the storm.
But, conversationally, echolalia can play other roles. You might use it to hold your place in a conversation. As opposed to where backchanneling says 'pass', echolalia says 'one sec, I'm thinking'.
Further, echolalia can also act as a way of asserting your presence. Meow as you enter a voice call to indicate that it's you and that you're here.
These are useful conversational tools to have. ]
V. How do you ask a good question?
You ask questions to continue the conversation. They indicate not just "I'm listening" but "I want to hear more". They encourage your partner to let loose and just keep talking to you. Turning what could be a simple exchange into a more in depth engagement.
So, ask questions that indicate this. Ask open ended questions that require her to reword things and look from weird angles. Ask analytical questions that reflect your own lack of understanding. Ask silly questions that let her continue her jokes. Ask surface level questions so she just knows you want to hear her speak. Cheat and use google to find more questions to ask but make sure to reword them so she can't tell.
If your partner says "I don't want to get into this, so I'll just say this abbreviated other thing" you better ask about that. But that's when it's really obvious, and only following obvious cues can make her feel like you're just humoring her.
Look at the holes, the thing your partner is skimming over 'to save time' and ask about them. Look at what she's excited about, ask questions about the details that don't add up or that feel weird. Look at what she's interested in, make connections between the different sections and how they relate.
Here, you don't want to just let her go with the same thing as usual. You want to explore new territory. Give her new ideas to interrogate. Plug her back into herself in new ways. Get excited and make her excited about your excitement.
VI. But how do you get someone to start talking to you?
So, we know what to do once we're there, but how do we even get there? This is both the most and the least ritualized element of this.
One way is to simply start asking questions. Most of us wear our interests on our sleeves. On tumblr‖ you'll see us talk about things we like, so you can figure out pretty quickly what to ask about. Generally, someone does not write long posts about things that she does not find interesting to talk about.
But, going in can be hard. If you just say "tell me about X", your partner might think you're only doing this because you want something from her. Or she might care so little about you that she sees no reason to talk to you about it. Being truly purely passive does not work. You need to give your partner something to work with.
One strategy I've seen is the kind of 'instantlossbait' type, where the bottom feigns cluelessness and attempts to trick the top into using them. Here you might ask believably naive questions, present yourself as the 'ideal infodump victim' in a tongue in cheek way.
But, personally, I tend to favor "let's continue this in private". For this strategy, you take a public discussion that someone initiated or led about a topic, you closely read it and synthesize a question about the content, then you ask that question in private or in near-private. Then, from there, you continue to ask more questions. Voila, conversation is happening.
[ ‖sidebar 4: finding a partner on tumblr
There's also a good bit here I could say about choosing your partner. Frankly, I think social media is a bad space for this. If you're going after someone you follow, you're likely going on with some "expectation to perform", and you can't get rid of that no matter how hard you try.
As a rule, if you are meeting someone in a space, you want to meet someone who has the same relationship to the space as you do. Or, at the very least that you both perceive as such.
If this post takes off, I might write one on "finding a discord community", "founding a discord community", or "tumblr dming etiquette", though I'm not really an expert on the last one. We'll see. ]
VII. And then what?
So, you're being talked to, you're talking to people, you're participating in a conversation, albeit a relatively one sided one.
From here, you have a few options.
For one, you could just genuinely enjoy it as it is. I did, for a couple years. I think that true excellency in conversational bottoming can only be achieved through practicing intrinsic enjoyment of it.
You could also try taking turns. Maybe you do in fact have your own needs, and you want to talk and share too. A well rounded partner will have some skill both bottoming and topping. Though, I think only performing one role because you expect an opportunity to perform the other is bad practice, as common as it is.
Alternatively, you could gradually take more and more agency with your questions. As you gain comfort talking to someone, as you see her personality in how she speaks and learn who she is, you could put more of yourself into it. Bring in your own knowledge and your own ideas. And, slowly, reveal more of yourself as a person, and in the process of doing so you'll become more of a person.
Putting a chastity cage on myself because I know I can't be trusted around my daughter
I'm so far gone that I know if my cock is free, if I can use it as I wish, then I'll rape her over and over again, and violate her until she's a broken crying mess
She's so surprised when I give her the key. I don't tell her much, just that Mom has been having some self-control issues, and that I need her to hide it for me, to keep it somewhere secret and safe
She comes home from school one day and finds her room completely torn apart. I was so fucking desperate, I needed to open my cage, and she's so confused, she's so scared, because I'm so much more monstrous now than she could have ever imagined.
I scream at her, threaten her, tower over her, and demand she return the key to me. I can't take it honey, I can't hold back from these urges honey, you have to give it back to me, I'm your mother, you have to OBEY
She crumbles and starts crying. What did she do wrong? She was just doing what I told her to, why am I so angry?
And now I'm harder than I've ever been, my cock straining against the cage, threatening to break free. If I'd been just a bit bigger, just a bit thicker, I don't think even this metal cage could hold me back, but it's still contained, still trapped until i can get the key
She looks up at me with the most pathetic eyes I've ever seen, begging me to let her just be a good daughter. Please Mom, I don't wanna make you upset, I wanna make you happy, what do you want me to do?
And I finally tell her
Mom needs to rape you
Mom needs to break you on her cock
Mom needs to use her little daughter and leave her broken, abused, and whimpering
I've wanted to use you like this since the day I had you
And I can't hold back anymore
If you give me the key, I'm going to make you into my rape toy. You will never be safe from me. I will use you to get off every day for the rest of your life
She pulls the key out of her pocket
I am unleashed upon her
She unlocked the cage herself
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“i know you’re close. i can feel it. i can feel exactly how close you are and that’s exactly why i’m slowing down right now. because i want more time with you like this. desperate and squirmy and trying so hard to be good and finding it harder and harder to manage. you’re so beautiful right now. the way you look. the way you feel. the sounds you’re making. i’m not ready for it to be over yet... so just breathe for me. stay right here. i’ve got you completely and i promise i’ll take care of you. just not yet.”
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“aww. you’re crying already? that’s okay baby. you’re allowed to cry. i’m just not going to stop. you feel too good and we have so much time left and those tears just mean you’re feeling everything exactly the way i want you to. let them fall. don’t wipe them. don’t hide them. let me see them. you’re doing so perfectly right now. so beautifully. the fact that you’re already this overwhelmed and we’ve barely even started just means tonight is going to be so so good for you.”
sometimes a girl just wants to be useful. she gets a little confused, without a firm hand.
maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.
you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.
all at once, she'll belong to you. the words will form themselves, sweet on her lips. thank you for making me yours.
Lonely little girlll hiii!! Things are rough, I know. It's okay, I'm here. I'll make you a warm meal, get you some groceries, okay? Wear some of my clothes while we wait for yours to finish up in the wash, why don't you? Everything's okay now. Come, to the shower, I'll wash your hair for you. Just sit with your head between my thighs and I'll wash and comb it for you. We can use my products, that way we'll smell the same! Always fun to match, isn't it? Poor girl's all tuckered out though. Come, sleep on my lap, you need the rest! I'll hum something nice, stroke your hair, your pretty face, and everything will feel okay. Sleep tight, gorgeous.
Ew no pleasee don’t baby me 👀👀👀👀👀 please don’t grab my face and make me look at you when i’m flustered that’s soooo weirddd👀👀👀👀 id HATE to babied and teased when im upset 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 who would actually like condescending praise and mock sympathy that’s so weirddddd 👀👀👀👀 and definitely don’t call me cute pet names like princess or angel or sweetheart that’s SOOOOOOOO SUPER weirddd👀👀👀 ok yea ill leave 😔
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“now where do you think you’re going?” and getting pulled back by the hips when you start backing up from it bc it’s too big and you’re stuffed so full you can barely breathe and your legs shake as they push in even deeper
The woman who kidnapped me and relentlessly abused me over the last week for nothing but her own pure sadistic enjoyment took me out for a walk in the woods and unleashed me and told me to run!! I think shes letting me go finally :D
One of the hottest things ever is when a sub gets possessive over a dom. Like oh? What’s that sweetheart? I’m yours? Why thank you for feeling brave enough to say that. You are absolutely right princess, you’re my special girl and the only one I want. Now why don’t you come over and sit in my lap and I’ll show you juuuuust how special you are to me.
funny part about a handsy sub is that they never notice they're handsy until you restrain their hands. It's so cute to watch them going from struggling a bit to begging 'plsplspls let me touch let me touch let me touch'
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Kate stumbled out to her car, pushing herself into the driver’s seat and slumping behind the wheel. She was so tired she couldn’t even bring herself to cry. She just stared ahead, blankly, letting the day wash over her. Hot tears stung her cheeks before she could process, gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckle grip, breath coming in hot, quick bursts.
By the time she arrived at home, her throat was hoarse from screaming, hands sore from beating her steering wheel at any stop, and her entire body just felt… drained. She made her way up to the apartment door, fiddling with keys before the door swung open.
“Ah- hey, sweetie,” Kate sighed. The taller woman in the doorway stepped to the side, letting Kate past as she slumped onto the couch, sighing and throwing her purse aside, rubbing at her face. The dark-haired woman dutifully took her purse, hanging it up on the hook beside the door, sitting on the couch opposite her, lounging and looking far more relaxed.
“Bad day?”
Kate opened her eyes, looking across the room at her. She’d gotten so much older. When did that happen? Her daughter, Raven, had always been a little off-kilter. Kate supposed it was her fault, really. Her father had stepped out before she was old enough to form words, leaving Kate at 16 to raise their child on her own. Quiet and brooding throughout middle and high school, she’d worried she’d done something to damage her socialization skills, that not having a father would be bad for her “son”, but, no, after high school Raven informed her of what exactly had been on her mind.
She’d blossomed quickly, both physically and socially. Her hair had always been blonder than Kate’s, closer to her father’s, and so she routinely dyed it black, a wolf cut that hid her eyes, but… it suited her. Growing up on the fringes, poor as they’d been despite Kate’s best efforts, she’d fallen in with a more… dicey crowd. They were all sweet, though, often offering Kate whatever they were smoking and whispering (when they thought Kate couldn’t hear) that she was a catch, which was endearing. She’d never thought she’d be a “milf”.
“Yeah, sorry,” Kate sighed, sinking a little further into the couch. “It’s… nothing to worry yourself about.”
Raven frowned, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms. “I’m not just going to not ask. You look like a wreck.”
Kate winced at that. She’d always tried to look strong, to be good enough to be both parents, but… “I know,” she said softly, rubbing at her arm. “It was… not great.”
“Talk about it. I’m here.”
“Honey, I don’t want to vent-?”
“I pay half the rent at this point,” Raven shrugged, falling into a more nonchalant stance, hands behind her head. “Talk to me like I’m a roommate.”
She chewed her lip anxiously. “I…” She sighed, shaking her head softly. “It was Mark again.”
“Fucking Mark- really? Again? That was the asshole that harassed you last week, too.”
“It… yeah.” She huffed, letting her head fall back. “A customer started saying gross stuff to me, and when I went to get a manager, Mark just took his side and they joked and…”
“You should call fucking HR! Your manager talking about you like that should be fucking illegal, but at the very least you should get him fired.”
“If I try, he might fire me,” Kate grimaced, looking away, cheeks burning a bit with shame. “I know it’s awful, but I just have to… deal with it.”
Raven huffed, standing and looking like she was about to throw something, fists balled at her side, before she finally sighed, slumping. “Want to order pizza or something? I’ll pay.”
She wanted to protest, offer to throw something at the food, but she just weakly nodded, Raven already pulling out her phone to make the order. Kate felt… a little humiliated, but a little grateful, too. She knew that at nearly thirty, Raven wasn’t a child anymore. She can’t treat her like one or expect her to still be her little girl anymore. She had a big girl job, bringing in half the rent, it made sense for her to take care of things sometimes. Kate didn’t have to be the strong one all the time. Even though it hurt.
“Alright, got your usual,” Raven smiled, leaning against the wall next to the couch. “You ought to go take a shower, get in some comfy clothes or something. We’ll just have a nice couch night.”
Kate laughed softly, feeling her cheeks dust pink. “When did you get so doting? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”
“Come on, daughters give their mom like, foot rubs or massages or whatever. Plus we never got the chance to have girls nights growing up, so we can make up for it now, yeah?”
She felt that little prickle of shame up her neck, that she should’ve known, that she should’ve done better- she shoved it down, giving a lopsided smile and nodding, standing up off the couch and nearly falling over if not for Raven reaching over and stabilizing her.
“Yeesh, careful in the shower if you’re falling all over the place,” Raven laughed, and Kate felt herself go even more red. “Go on, I’ll handle the food and stuff. Just relax.”
She grumbled but complied, off to her room to grab comfy sweatpants and a big t-shirt, then to the shower to wash off the sweat and shame from the day. It did feel nice… especially knowing Raven was taking care of everything else. Not having to be the only one supporting the two of them was nice.
Raven had always wanted to help. She learned to cook at an early age, did a lot of the cleaning. It made Kate feel like a shit mom, but… it was helpful. It kept her from snapping on more than one occasion. They kept a bit of distance as Raven grew up, but after her coming out that distance closed, slowly but surely.
The hot water was exactly what she needed. Nearly scalding, scrubbing away all of the disgusting thoughts from the day, looking forward to a nice, easy night in. It was the beginning of a rare three-day weekend for her, and she could just sleep in tomorrow morning after stuffing herself with pizza and watching some TV. This was good. No reason to feel guilty.
She put her hair up in a towel as she left the bathroom, pausing in the hallway as Raven held out a glass.
“Wine?” she smiled, accepting it gratefully.
“Relaxing night in,” Raven replied, raising her own half-filled glass of red wine and taking a sip. “We’re unwinding. C’mon, pizza’s gonna get cold.”
Kate smiled, following her to the couch, sitting cross legged and accepting her pizza, eating slowly as Raven flipped through channels.
“It kind of feels like a sleepover,” Kate chuckled quietly. “I never went to very many in high school, but… pizza and TV. We going to talk about boys next?”
Raven barked out a harsh laugh, flashing her a toothy smile. “If I swung that way, maybe.”
Right, shit. Kate laughed back, hoping to laugh it off and move past it. Raven was content to drop it, turning her attention back to the TV as Kate took a longer drink of wine. “Where’d you even get this wine?” Kate frowned. “I haven’t bought any.”
“I got some last time I was out,” she shrugged. “I keep some in my room sometimes.”
Kate’s jaw dropped. “Raven!”
“What? I’m twenty-nine, I can drink whenever I want. I’m not a kid.”
“I- I know! I just… it’s…?”
“I can start keeping it in the kitchen?” she asked, giving an appeasing smile. “Would that help, mom?”
A strange feeling curled in her gut but she nodded, relaxing back against the couch. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”
“Sure.”
They both took another drink, eyes glued to the TV. Why was she feeling so weird? She shook it off, finishing her glass and pouring herself half of another, nursing it close. Things were fine. She was having a nice, relaxing night in, and it was going to be good.
As Raven flipped through, she paused for just half a second on some live action show, two girls up in each other’s faces, and it looked heated.
“There’s so much more of that now,” Kate mused, a little drunk, words coming somewhat unbidden.
“Mm? More of what?”
“You know. Girls…?”
“With other girls?”
“Yeah, that,” Kate mumbled, taking another long drink.
“I’m sure there were dykes on TV when you were growing up. Didn’t you have like, Xena and Buffy and shit?”
“Well… okay, yes, but…?” She hummed, gently drawing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It was… different. It wasn’t as popular.” The words poured from her lips before she knew she was saying them. “Honestly, if I’d had the kinds of shows you do now when I was growing up, I would’ve been more into women.”
Raven’s head swung over, eyes fixed on Kate. “Oh yeah?”
“I mean girls are pretty,” she shrugged. “I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I can appreciate how pretty girls are.”
Raven pressed. “How so?”
“Well… I mean, shows where they kiss are nice. Girls are shaped a lot more attractive than boys. Lips and… hips and all that.”
Raven snorted. “Oh, yeah?”
“What?” she huffed, setting her wine aside to put her hands on her hips. “Am I wrong?”
“No, no. Just, it sounds like you like girls.”
“I-! I appreciate them aesthetically. I like boys, you know that.”
“You are aware you can like both, right?”
She opened her mouth and it snapped shut, almost against her own will. She wanted to protest, but memories she hadn’t realized were still in her brain began to resurface. Playing in the yard with a friend, her mother telling her not to get too close. Wanting to join the soccer team and having her father tell her “she’s not a fucking dyke” and forcing her to be in choir instead. She shrank into the couch a little, grabbing her wine back up and finishing the second half glass, before reaching for the bottle again.
“You alright there?”
“Mm-? Oh, I’m… fine,” Kate laughed, waving a hand. “Are you going to find something to watch?”
“That movie we just passed does have good reviews,” she said, turning it back to the one with the girls. “It did super well in theaters. The tension and all that.”
“What’s it about?”
She folded her legs up under her, sipping her wine as Raven began to ramble. She loved talking about movies and games. When Kate had grown up, she’d always wanted to talk about the stuff she’d learned, the things she’d read, and never had anyone to talk to about it. Despite the distance she’d had with Raven as she grew into her own, she always made sure to listen attentively to her interests. She’d heard about most of the Pokémon by now, and knew which shooter games were “the good ones” and which ones were "junk”.
“The wine is getting to you,” Raven laughed, Kate’s head snapping up.
“What? N-no it’s not,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “Is it not getting to you?”
“I’ve only had one,” Raven replied, swirling the wine in her glass. “You’re getting a little flushed.”
“Well… maybe it’s the movie,” she huffed, folding her arms.
“Oh yeah? So you’re blushing at the girls kissing on TV?”
Her head whipped over, seeing the girls panting into each other’s mouths and her face went brighter red. “Th-that-! Y-you don’t need to be watching this with your mother-!”
“Oh, c’mon,” she grinned, a little more devious and shit-eating than normal. “I said we’re roommates, right? And you were talking about gossip. So c’mon, they’re cute, right?”
Kate forced her eyes away from Raven and toward the TV, to the two onscreen. A waifish little redhead was melting into the arms of the larger brunette girl. Something about a werewolf, or some… curse or something. She was lifting the redhead up now, strong hands under her thighs, pinning her to the wall, pushing her body between her legs as she kissed down her neck, the redhead mewling and clawing at her back.
“I… y-yeah,” Kate muttered. “They are cute, yes.”
“See? You can totally like both.” Raven beamed, nonchalant as ever, and Kate just gave an awkward little nod. “Honestly that redhead is my type, if a little thin. I like a shortstack.”
Kate shifted nervously, unsure of where her attention should go – the very erotically charged scene on TV, or her daughter who was unabashedly watching them and talking about her taste in women.
“I think the bigger girl is more my style,” she shrugged, deciding to keep her eyes on the screen. “The way she lifts the little one is attractive.”
“Mm, yeah?”
“I’ve always gone for taller guys,” Kate shrugged, finishing her… fourth? glass of wine, and finally setting it aside. “I like being manhandled.”
Raven cackled. “There you go! Now that’s girl sleepover gossip.” She rubbed her chin. “Honestly, I’ve always liked doing the manhandling. Womanhandling? I like smaller girls. When I wasn’t out, I thought I was some meek little nerd but now that I’m on E and actually working out, god, it’s so hot. They just melt for you.”
Kate laughed, high-pitched and nervous. “Oh, I bet.”
“Yeah?”
“You do kind have the whole Xena thing going on,” Kate teased with a smile. “I bet girls love it.”
It took Raven a few seconds to respond before giving a low, breathy chuckle. “Oh, they definitely do. They’re like putty for me.”
“Gosh,” Kate sighed, leaning on her hand, watching the girls on TV laugh and finish up their adventure, pulling the movie to a close. “It does sound nice. Maybe I am also into women.”
“What sounds nice, Kate?”
“Mm, just… having a girl touch me, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly, playing with a strand of her hair. “That’s weird to say.”
“Not at all. Lots of girls like being touched by girls.”
She chewed her lip. “Well… I suppose. But that’s not…? I don’t know. I guess you’re right.” She moved to grab her glass and gasped as she bumped it instead, the empty glass falling to the carpet and cracking, but not shattering. “Oh, fuck-!”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Raven laughed, jumping up and grabbing it, moving to put it away along with the food. “I’ll put this away. Sit still for me.”
“Okay,” Kate nodded, obediently resting back in her seat. She didn’t register how long Raven stood there, staring, before rushing off to finish what she’d set out to do. It felt like no time until she returned, her head swimming as she looked up at the dark-haired woman.
“You’re very drunk,” she said, hand on her hip.
“I’m moderately tipsy,” she argued.
“Fine, tipsy, drunk, whatever. We ought to get you to bed.”
“It’s barely late,” Kate groaned, and Raven shot her a look.
“Up, now.”
She rose without thinking, groaning softly, accepting Raven’s arm around her waist, guiding her toward her bedroom. It was nice. Calming, so warm, brushing up under her t-shirt against the bare skin of her hip. Raven’s fingers were lightly calloused, both gentle in her grip and firm to keep her from falling over.
“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning into Raven. She could feel her swallow hard as she held her close, not responding, just leading her back to her room. She leaned against Raven’s chest with a humming sigh. She was so big, and warm, and muscular. Like the girl on TV… she was like the werewolf girl, so strong and so kind. “You’re so sweet,” she babbled. “So, so sweet to me.”
“You deserve it,” Raven replied, her voice low and warm, brushing over Kate’s face. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you, Kate.”
“I don’t,” she sighed, finally pulling away when they got to her room, throwing herself on the bed. “I’m… mmfh. I was a bad mom.”
“No you weren’t,” Raven frowned, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why would you think that?”
“I… I should’ve known, and helped you come out, and- and I… your father was gone, and we never had any money, and I couldn’t… get you the things you wanted… that trip- the one in high school? The one I couldn’t afford?”
“Hey, hey,” Raven shushed, cupping Kate’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her jawline softly. “It’s alright. You know what? I was happy to spend it here with you instead.”
Kate laughed, watery and desperate, surprised as she started to sniffle, rubbing her face. “That isn’t true and you know it!” she laughed. “You could’ve been… backpacking in Europe or whatever, and you were just here, and I was working and…?”
“And helping you is where I wanted to be,” Raven reassured her, both hands cupping her face now. Her eyes were so big and dark, so full of life and love. Surely she hadn’t gotten that from Kate? Was that what she looked like, reflected in those big, beautiful eyes?
She whimpered gently. “Why? I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that summer with my mom while my friends were off having fun.”
“Kate…” Raven sighed, closing her eyes tight, and Kate would’ve pouted if she didn’t bump their foreheads together softly, nose brushing hers, breath washing over Kate’s face. “I care about you a lot. I’ve watched you struggle your fucking ass off since that deadbeat left us. You never let anyone help, you never let anyone see you when you were struggling – no one but me. I saw every time you stumbled. I watched every time you struggled, and I wanted to do something so fucking bad. I’m so happy to help you, now.”
When she opened her eyes, it was like Kate could breathe again. Why were her eyes so intoxicating? Was Raven crying? She shouldn’t cry. She was too wonderful and beautiful to cry. What was she supposed to do? She saw a girl crying earlier… on TV…? What stopped her…?
She pushed forward, closing the very short gap, smashing her lips to Raven’s. The girl was still cupping her cheeks, her face close, and she didn’t move. She didn’t respond, didn’t react… Kate pulled away softly. Thank goodness. She wasn’t crying anymore. But she looked… concerned, and…?
“Oh, god,” Kate gasped, pulling back and away. Oh fuck. “I-? S-sweetie, I- I’m so, so sorry, I’m- I’m drunk, oh god, please, I didn’t mean-?”
Raven grabbed Kate’s wrist softly, her voice was cracking, her face filled with a number of complex emotions that Kate couldn’t begin to parse. “Can we do it again? Please?”
“R-Raven, honey…?”
“Please, Kate.” She was practically panting, face flushed. “Please, just a little. I won’t… I won’t tell, please, I… I need…”
Her hands moved from Kate’s, gently grabbing her waist under her shirt, calloused fingers digging into the skin needily as she squirmed. Her body was reacting far stronger than it should’ve, muscles tensing, cheeks and chest flushing red, thighs sticky.
“Raven,” Kate whined softly. “Raven, we… you’re m-?”
“Your roommate, remember?” she tried, grinning. “Maybe it’ll make things complicated, but if you want this… w-we can. We can, if we want.”
Her head was spinning. “Do you?”
“I…” Her fingers started to leave Kate’s sides, and Kate instinctively moved her hands to clamp down on them, keeping her firmly on her hips. She looked up from her hands to Raven’s wide, wild eyes. They must’ve been mirroring her own. She knew that now. The way her pupils were blown out with need, jaw hanging open just slightly, hot breath mingling with Kate’s own.
It was stupid. It was an incredibly stupid thing. But, fuck… her day had been so horrible. The things the men said about her at the store, the customer and her boss… and no one else was kind to her like Raven. No one else took care of her. No one else got her wine and pizza and held her so close like she needed her to breathe.
Kate was so, so tired… tired of being strong, tired of being an adult, tired of being treated like dirt. Raven wanted to treat her like a princess. She could really, really use that.
“Okay,” she whispered. She could practically feel the veil of tension around them shatter as she did. Cracks forming in the air, and through them, not her daughter, but Raven, a woman closer to her age than she had any right to be, beautiful and strong and wanted her. “Okay, just… I’ve… never…?”
“With a girl, yeah,” Raven laughed, husky and breathless. “I’ll be gentle, Kate. Don’t worry.”
The statement alone made her go bright red, but Raven pushing her into a firm, steady kiss sent her up and over what she’d expected. Those warm hands ran up her sides, blunted nails brushing against sensitive skin, and when Raven reacted to a kiss she fucking reacted. She was grunting and moaning, lips hot and wet against Kate’s own, her tongue occasionally prodding questioningly until Kate’s lips parted to accept it and holy fuck she tasted so good, so hot, so forward.
She let her arms fall around Raven’s shoulders, pulling her in close as the dark-haired girl groaned, grabbing her tight around the waist and pulling Kate into her lap, chests pressed together through thin fabric. As she settled in, she felt Raven through her sweatpants and oh god, she hadn’t thought about that any more than something in passing before. She pushed her tongue weakly against Raven’s, and was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, warm twitching between her legs and she shivered hard, melting into her.
Raven just held her, close and safe, kissing her hard and exploring her sides with her hands, mapping out every little inch like she was some precious work of art. All the men she’d ever been with had made her feel wanted, but never cherished, not like this. Raven touched her like she was lucky to be with her, not out of obligation. She was a reward. Kate could feel herself panting and moaning into her daughter’s mouth, her hips bucking hard at the realization and use of the word. Deep in her brain, she chastised herself for being a pervert, but the second Raven’s hands moved to her chest, it all melted away.
She sounded like such a slut. Like that girl in the movie, as Raven massaged and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, she mewled and whined and crumpled against her chest, taking heaving, gasping breaths and grinding down hard. Raven’s mouth moved to Kate’s neck, kissing and biting softly, sharp enough that Kate knew she was leaving little marks all up and down the soft flesh.
“Raven,” she whined, tangling her fingers in her hair.
“How is it?” Raven growled in her ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.
“G-good, feels… really good…”
“Yeah… that’s a good girl…”
Kate cried out at that, clinging and whining and arching her back softly, blushing as she hid her face in Raven’s neck.
“Ohh? Listen to that. You like when I call you a good girl, baby?”
“Nnh…!! W-wait, that’s…”
“You work so hard, sweetheart…” Kate blinked in surprise, feeling Raven growling against her neck in a way that was almost a purr. Her fingers were on Kate’s back now, clawing little lines down it in a soft, tender way as she planted warm, loving little kisses up her jaw. “You’re so good for me. You’re wonderful, Kate. You’re such a good girl…”
“Nngh… aahh… y-yeah…” she blushed, hiding deeper and nipping at Raven’s neck softly, exploratory. “Th-thank you…”
“Go on and say it, baby.”
“I…!”
“If you do, I’ll give you more.” She accentuated her point by grabbing Kate’s hips, grinding her down against her, drawing a whimper from Kate as she realized she’d nearly soaked through her sweatpants.
“I… I-I, I don’t…?”
“Say you’re a good girl, Kate.”
She whined, closing her eyes tight. “I’m… a good… girl…”
Kate cried out and gasped as Raven grabbed her, throwing her up the bed and climbing over her, shucking her t-shirt off with one swift movement and tugging her pants down with the next, kissing wetly over her chest as she squirmed and groaned.
“God damn you’re so gorgeous,” Raven whispered as she ran her tongue over Kate’s nipple, her dark eyes darting up to meet Kate’s. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Th-that’s not true-!” she gasped, moving to push Raven’s head away but finding herself tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, more encouraging. “I… I’ve seen the girls you talk to, and… some of the ones you bring by…”
Raven laughed, a warm, rough sound that tickled Kate’s stomach. “None of those have anything on you. I promise. My good girl.”
She whined at that, legs kicking involuntarily before Raven grabbed one, thumb digging into the tender flesh of her thigh as she moaned, louder than before, rolling her head back. Raven hummed at that, moving both hands to her thighs, slowly massaging her thighs as she whimpered and cried out hard, thrashing.
“Nnhh! R-Raven, it’s…!”
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
“I-it… hurts good…”
“Atta girl. You’re so responsive for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”
She was losing her mind. She felt like she was going insane. This… wasn’t right. Kate’s daughter moved down her chest to her stomach, giving moaning kisses and wanton licks as she grinned up at her, moving down and down. Raven, who Kate had given birth to, was licking and sucking and biting Kate’s thighs now, growling to herself, her own hips rocking further down, grinding needily against the bed. Oh god. She was about to-
“Ask for it,” Raven demanded, looking up at her. Her breath was hot against Kate’s dripping sex, so fucking close, so close she could nearly feel it, but… not touching. Not yet. Not unless Kate asked her daughter to eat her out. Jesus.
“I…? I-I’m…”
Raven’s lust-clouded eyes cleared just a bit and she pulled back. “Hey. It’s okay, Kate. If you’re not ready for this, I underst-”
“Please,” Kate whispered, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. “Please please please please please.”
Raven paused, then laughed hard, and while Kate couldn’t see from behind the pillow, she felt her tongue slowly lap along her slit before swearing and pushing into her. Kate cried out hard, legs wrapping around Raven and digging her heels into her back, giving her the leverage to fuck up against her daughter’s face as Raven hummed happily. One of her hands held Kate’s hips, the other moved up to slowly rub circles over her thumb as she growled and moaned against her mother’s cunt, lapping at her like she was the first drink in the desert.
No one had ever touched her like this. Men had fucked her, sure, used their fingers and their cocks, but it was always methodical, mechanical, in and out and done. She’d… she wasn’t proud, but she’d done some sex work to keep Raven in school. Sometimes she’d met men at their houses, sometimes they came over while Raven was away, but it always felt disgusting and obligatory. This was neither.
Despite the fact that Raven was her flesh and blood daughter, it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She felt more love and care with each long, moaning lick than with all the men she’d been with put together. Every circle of her clit – which was the first time someone other than Kate had touched it! – was pushing her toward her own pleasure, not Raven’s. She could cry- she was crying now, sobbing with need, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she abandoned the pillow, no longer trying to hide. She wanted to hold Raven’s hair, push her down, feel her inside her, fuck, she NEEDED her so BADLY.
Raven looked up with the most love Kate had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and she wished she could kiss her. She wished she could be kissing her at the same time Raven ate her needy cunt, but they both wanted to stay right here, right now, maybe forever. Something inside of Kate was crumbling, very, very slowly. That need to be the strong one, the caretaker, the one administering love and never receiving it, was slowly being replaced with something new, and a little scary.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” It was the one time Raven lifted off of her, and only for a second, Kate nodding hard and babbling out promises before Raven returned to her job, humming and working her expertly. It took a while, honestly. Kate wasn’t sure how long they were there, but time seemed to stretch and dilate as she rolled her hips, fucking Raven’s face, her pussy almost sore from the attention when the strain in her body started to reach a fever pitch, her core tightening.
“R-Raven, I’m close, I’m close…” she whispered. The dark-haired girl smiled, nodding, and slowly slipped a finger into Kate, working her in and out as Kate whimpered and squirmed, twisting the sheets in her hands hard. Raven’s finger brushed against a spot Kate had never touched in her life, and she started to see stars, gasping and bucking and sweating, and then Raven added a second finger and Kate screamed, fully and truly, not giving a damn if anyone in the other apartments heard, tightening around Raven’s fingers and clenching in waves that rippled through her entire body, darkening and brightening her vision in equal measure.
Finally she gasped, collapsing to the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was so out of it, so dizzy, that she hadn’t realized Raven had stepped away until she was back with a big glass of water. Her shirt was off now and Kate could see the long happy trail leading down into her pants, as well as how heavy her bare breasts were. Was that hormones? God they had done a number on her. Raven was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen.
Kate accepted the water, drinking it down eagerly and panting, the liquid cooling down her body as she hummed happily. As soon as Raven set it aside, Kate pulled her down toward her, locking her into a firm kiss as she moaned, Raven chuckling against her mouth.
They kissed for a while before Raven broke away, smiling and stretching.
“I ought to let you get to bed,” she sighed, scratching her neck. “You’re still probably pretty drunk.”
“What are you talking about?” Kate frowned, meeting Raven’s eyes.
“Huh?”
She put on a performative pout. “You’re just going to tease me and leave? After all that grinding?” She leaned forward toward Raven, putting on a sultry voice she hadn’t used since high school: “You’re not even going to fuck me, Raven?”
It earned her another throw onto the bed with a satisfied and surprised squeak, Raven grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed the water, downing the rest of it as she dropped her pants and holy fucking shit. Kate had read about estrogen and she hormones made things shrink. Was Raven bigger than this before hormones?
“Look at you, slack-jawed and needy,” Raven grinned, looming over her. “What a little slut. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, pretty girl?”
The groan she let out was different from the one when Raven praised her for being a good girl. It was more guttural, more needy. “Please…? Your fingers and mouth felt so good, but I need…”
“You need to be filled,” Raven said, matter-of-factly, pulling Kate’s legs up to her chest and slowly grinding between her legs. God. When she slid between Kate’s thighs, it went halfway to her belly button and was so fucking thick. God. “Say it.”
“I need to be filled,” Kate said, quickly, obediently.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Really, really bad,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, I’m wet. You’re so big, Raven…”
The girl blushed dark red and laughed, rubbing her face. “I guess so. Maybe you’ve just been with a bunch of losers.”
Kate shook her head hard. “I’ve been with longer guys. You look… perfect.” She took a breath, forcing her eyes away from their legs up to Raven’s eyes. “Like you were built for me.”
Raven did not waste any more time bending her nearly in half, lining her cock up against Kate’s cunt, and slowly pushing in. Kate whined and gasped, clawing at the sheets and squirming until she found a comfortable spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked, and she could already feel herself cumming before Raven was fully buried in her.
“God you’re such a slut,” she growled. “Maybe you were built for me. The perfect little cocksleeve.” Kate had never heard her be so vulgar. She just let out a strangled, whining cry as Raven pushed in deeper, harder, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. She picked up speed as she went, slowly beginning to piston into Kate with a rhythmic grunting. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you!! Fuck, thank you, oh god, thank you!”
“You sound so pretty… Keep talking while I fuck you…”
Her tongue was out like an animal in rut and Kate could’ve passed out right then and there. Both ankles held in one hand by the much larger girl, towering over her and stretching her so good, her brain was starting to melt a little.
“Please, fuck me, oh god, Raven…” she whimpered, complying with her request. “Please, god, I need you so fucking bad, I want you to fuck me forever, nngh…! Mmfh, I’m all yours, forever, you can do whatever you want as much as you want, I don’t care, just never stop making me feel like this…”
“I won’t, I swear, I won’t, Kate,” Raven growled, biting down on her shoulder as Kate cried out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you!! I want you so bad, Raven, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me I… I n-need…” Something cracking. Breaking. “Fuck, oh god…” Broken. “Knock me up, Raven, please,” she begged, a primal need bubbling out. “Oh fuck please fill me up, please, get me pregnant I need you to get me pregnant so bad…”
“Holy fuck, that’s it, good girl…” Raven laughed, fucking her faster, harder, pushing gasping whines from Kate’s throat, so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m going to. I’m going to get you so fucking pregnant. You’re never ever gonna leave, are you, good girl?”
“P-please keep… calling me… that!”
“Good girl? You like that, precious? My good girl? My little princess?”
“Oh fuck, mommy, please knock me up!!”
There was a flicker of a moment of near complete silence, so utter and complete that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Both women’s eyes snapped open at the realization, wide as dinnerplates, sensing the intense thing looming over them, crashing into them, and destroying what was in favor of what now is.
Raven kissed Kate hard, tongue pushing into her mouth violently, hips slamming into her as Kate screamed and squeaked and clawed up Raven’s back, pinning the little thing over in half as she buried herself in her one last time, growling and crying out in Kate’s mouth as she came, filling her so completely that some spilled out, holding her down and keeping her still so that she didn’t slip out.
A minute passed, then a second, and then Kate started to cry. Silent, hot tears, then sniffles, then a soft sobbing and into a wailing as Raven pulled her close, stroking her hair gently.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing a kiss into Kate’s forehead. “It’s okay. Breathe, little one. Momma’s got you. I’m never letting you go again.”
Kate wailed and sobbed hard, clinging against Raven’s chest, her own heaving with gasping cries, feeling what little sense and sanity she had left spilling from her, leaving like the tide. In its place was an intense need, a tying bond, and a realization that she didn’t need to be strong anymore. Ever again.
