prev reblog making me feral omfg yolanda and emery having a competition to see who victoria calls mommy first. so they do the works: the spoiling, the praises, the punishments and degradation, the pet-names.
so much pet-namesâyolanda calls victoria her baby and her princess and her conejita, and she says these with a dip in her voice, affectionate but teasing; emery calls victoria her pretty thing and her sweet girl and her little bird, and she says these like sheâs so sure of herself that victoria is hers.
victoria is a shy thing for them, stuttering under the weight of their attention and yet, unknowingly, she wasnât yielding to the game with how stubborn she is to cling onto their names. the first time that yolanda heard victoria call her dr. garcia in bed, she laughed so hard that she had to take a piss break or else she wouldâve leaked on her bed. when she came back, she folded herself on top of victoria, rasping out oh, baby, were you still trying to prove to me that youâre a big girl? victoriaâs embarrassment was a sight to beholdâall tensed and snappyâand yolanda adored the way this flighty girl started biting back as she rolled her eyes at her and tugged at her hair and demanded yolanda to fuck deeper. what a demanding baby she had in her hands, but yolanda wasnât complaining. she didnât even care that victoria had yet to call her anything but a broken keen of garcia because this baby of hers was sweet, her taste lingering in the back of her teeth.
emery was a different experience. victoria was shyer, more docile, and quieter with her. she ducked her gaze away and nibbled on her lips as though emery would kick her out of her apartment if victoria was any louder. câmon, sweet thing, emery crooned, softly tugging victoriaâs lip out from where it was trapped between teeth, no hurting yourself before i could even play with that cute mouth. victoria hiccupped, eyeing her with those adorable eyes that emery decided to change her plans. she heard from yolanda that victoria wanted something overwhelming and debauched but emery decided to tease a different way, curling her tongue so torturously slow to see if this was how she could coax the name from her bird. but all victoria ever sobbed out was a soft, little emy.
it takes a while for yolanda and emery to finally figure out why victoria had yet to slip upâthere was a player who they didnât know was in on the game.
âwhat?â dana asks, eyeing them both. sheâs chewing on a gum, feigning disinterest, but they both could see the smirk that teases the corner of her lips. âyou guysâre the late ones, âere. sweetheartâs been calling me that for ages.â
