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y3lp.bsky.social
At Your Altar Chapter 2
“Kneel for me.” “Or?” “Baby, I don’t have to take that belt off, you know. Thought you wanted fucked? Be good for me.” Caitlyn digs her teeth into her lip and her knees hit the floor gingerly. She doesn’t say anything else. The position is golden, Vi’s body above and around Caitlyn’s to fill up her field of view. Her cock makes it better, obnoxiously close to Caitlyn’s face and all the better for it. “Now,” Vi says. She threads a hand into Caitlyn’s hair, both stroking and keeping her in pace. “How'd your presentation go, sweet girl?”
April 22, 2025 at 12:44 AM
y3lp.bsky.social
New fic! Bondage, Dom/Sub and a chastity belt. Should have a part two coming soon.
archiveofourown.org/works/64813531
“You’re mine,” Vi growls after she has temporarily removed her mouth from Caitlyn's nipple. “I told you before we started this that I wasn’t going to let you cum. But you just keep slipping up and expecting it anyways, don’t you? Can’t even imagine that I would deny you anything in your greedy, subby little head, even when I tell you that I’m going to. Eventually you’ll stop doubting me and just enjoy the ride while you’re getting it.” The sound that Caitlyn makes in response is softer. Muffled by the gag like all of the others, but different in tone. Less a protest and more of a whimper. A true sound of submission for Vi to savor.
April 18, 2025 at 7:46 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
Hello world I like shibari and bunny Caitlyn
Vi had started calling Caitlyn Bunny mostly as a joke about her teeth. There's nothing malicious behind it, Vi simply finds the adorable and they both know that. There’s just other applications for the name. It only takes once for the innocent pet-name to be contorted into Fuck Bunny when they're having sex for it's take on a whole new meaning. The age old saying of fucking like rabbits is just to easy to apply to it. Even with that aside, Caitlyn is needy about physical intimacy. She likes feeling possessed, likes for Vi to make her vision a tunnel that eclipses everything but her dom. The name gets tossed around enough that Vi suggests they get Caitlyn a collar. Something to make her not just a bunny, but Vi’s Bunny. It's a thin band of reddish pink leather with D rings capping the ends and a chunky gold chain that tightens and loosens between them. Either a suggestive necklace or something that could tighten mercilessly and steal the air from her throat. Vi likes attaching things to it, jingling tags and a matching leash that can be used to pull her this way and that from farther away among her favorites. The leash is a gateway to every other way that Vi can yank Caitlyn around and restrain her. Before long, Vi has a book depicting every shibari knot under the sun spread out in front of her for some light reading while Caitlyn sits impatiently in her lap, warming her strap. Rope bunny was just another for the pile, at that point. The first tie that they use for play is still simple, a diamond chest harness, Caitlyn’s thigh and calf bound together, and her hands tied down over her lap. Collar and leash included, as they always are when they play like this. Vi has Caitlyn positioned on the side of their bed, her bare ass and feet hanging over the edge of it where Vi can teasingly rub the tip of her cock against her. Caitlyn’s collar had been twirled around so that the chain is draped over her back, the leash cutting a line through her shoulder blades. Vi tugs on the leash, and the tags on the collar jingle. One of them is a chunky enamel thing that spells out ‘whore’ in sparkly red letters, the other a simple gold charm made up of the same roman numeral that is stamped on Vi’s face. Her grip tightens, and Caitlyn has to shift, her back arching and her legs spreading. Perfect. Vi places a hand on Caitlyn’s back, gently caressing down over her ass and in between her thighs. She knows, logically, that the process of being bound like this will already have Caitlyn dripping, and she’s delighted to be proven correct when she dips her fingers in. “Ah,” Caitlyn gasps, grinding down onto Vi’s hand. “You like that?” “Yes, Sir, very much,” Vi kisses the on display blade of one of her shoulders. “Good. Lots more where that came from.” For emphasis, she presses the head of the girthy dildo strapped to her hips against Caitlyn’s ass again. Caitlyn whines and tries to grind backwards further, absolutely begging for it. Vi yanks on her harness, jolting her back into position. “Be good, Bunny. I know you want it, you don’t have to beg.” Vi pumps her fingers in and out of Caitlyn’s cunt a few more times for good measure. Enjoying being able to feel every clench and quiver that her touch causes. “You ready for this cock, baby?” Caitlyn nods, biting her lip. With one hand gripping the back of Caitlyn’s harness and the other held up to keep her leash (and neck) taught, it’s a euphoric kind of easy to drag Caitlyn back and onto her strap. “That’s it. Taking it so well. My little Fuck-Bunny.”
April 7, 2025 at 5:32 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
there ain't no hell for a firewatcher's daughter...
"“I don’t mean to intrude on your personal business, Sheriff.” “Then don’t.” Caitlyn says coldly. “But as it’s apparently happening in a manner that has a great deal to do with the health of this department, I really would like to ask you what the hell you think you’re doing.”"
March 27, 2025 at 1:21 AM
y3lp.bsky.social
Caitvi breeding snippet, anyone?
March 22, 2025 at 4:59 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
Cute little slice of life league lore fic is up!
A screenshot of the Ao3 fic On Your Six by Y3LP, showing the tags (character study, slice of life, pov alternating, enforcer Vi, Sheriff Caitlyn, Butch Vi) and summary.
March 16, 2025 at 11:41 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
New fic is up, explicit omegaverse caitvi.
archiveofourown.org/works/63720712
A screenshot of the in question fic, Mongrel Mind, on AO3, showcasing the tags, name and summary.
March 9, 2025 at 8:37 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
this one is freak: on, btw
“Have you never done this before?” The omega says, her voice wet and raspy from what she had been using her throat for. “No, I– fuck– I’ve never had sex before, if that’s what you mean.” “Really? I had expected you to have at least fooled around under someone’s radar before, nice as those ‘come here and fuck me’ eyes of yours are.” Vi groans. She’s pretty sure she would have busted by now were she not trying so hard to pay attention and actually respond to this woman. “I probably could have, just didn’t interest me,” Vi stops for a moment to get her breathing under control when the omega caresses her thumb over Vi’s cock head. “Waste of time. I wanted my own pack.” “I admire the singularity,” The omega says, teasing Vi’s cock head more now, apparently chasing the reaction. “If it would be easier for you to just fuck my throat, you can.” “I want whatever you want to give me,” Vi grits. It isn’t going to matter much. There is going to be a very limited amount of time between when that mouth gets put back on her and her absolutely exploding. “Why don’t you show me what you can give me,” The omega husks. She opens her mouth slightly and raises her eyebrows in a challenge.
March 7, 2025 at 2:50 AM
y3lp.bsky.social
Donor prompt for this one was more Hexstrap stuff, everything else is on me.
It hurts. Vi’s core is exhausted, quivering with the stress of holding Caitlyn’s weight up. His arms are tired too, Caitlyn’s legs thrown over them, those two muscle groups holding her up, completely suspended in the air. Despite the fact that his cock isn’t actually attached to him, it’s starting to become deliciously overstimulated. There were plenty of more practical ways to fuck his femme, but in this specific instance, the physical exertion was the point. “You’re doing so good, Vi,” Caitlyn says through gasping pants. The praise goes straight to Vi’s gut, and gives him a sudden burst of energy to fuck his hips forward harder, deeper. The impact of the movement makes his collar jingle, reminding him to focus on why he was doing this. “Such a good dog, Vi,” Caitlyn continues. “So strong for me.” Vi whines. He can’t help it. She’s right. He can feel sweat dripping down his back in between where Cait;yn’s hands are clawing at it, but he grits his teeth and pulls his arms up from where they had started drooping, folding Caitlyn in half and pushing his strap ever deeper into her. He feels the walls of her pussy flutter against him as he does it, and he cries out again. In his focus, Vi’s head has fallen, the crown of it resting against Caitlyn’s collarbone. The view is immaculate, her tits swaying with the force of Vi’s thrusts and the glow of the Hexstrap visible between them as it pumps in and out of Caitlyn’s cunt. “Fuck, Vi. Be a good boy and cry for me when you cum, alright?
February 21, 2025 at 9:49 PM
y3lp.bsky.social
Hello I have more #caitvi vampires
The bags are state of the art, or so Vi has been told. Bags of blood that had been harvested legally, screened for their type and any diseases, and pushed into sanitized plastic blood bags made of a gummy skin replicating plastic. In Vi’s opinion, no technology could ever really replicate the feeling of a vampire’s hunt. But the bags even closed up by themselves after fangs were retracted from it with their elasticity, just like human skin would when touched by a vampire’s saliva. They weren’t the real thing, but Vi didn’t need the real thing right now. It was startlingly domestic and human, to select a premade meal from the fridge and pop it in the microwave for a minute to warm it up. The fact that it was AB+ instead of chicken nuggets was inconsequential up until it really wasn’t. Caitlyn’s quarters within the mansion were set up the same as all of the others, except more lavish and spacious, of course. The small apartment-like spaces had been built to accommodate the amount of vampires who lived here, and Caitlyn wasn’t an exception in that regard. Vi had her own rooms, technically, but for the most part they sat untouched in a different part of the house, because Vi rather preferred the bed that was warmed. The microwave trills to announce the end of its cooking, and Vi takes the mildly warm blood bag from inside of it and pads back down the hall. Her footsteps hadn’t exactly been loud when she had been human, but they were silent now. Her mistress was waiting for her, curled up in their nest naked, exactly as Vi had left her. Vi can feel as well as see the glow of her eyes boring into her. It isn’t an unpleasant feeling, especially dressed as she is in a sweatshirt that she had thrown over her torso and nothing else. Caitlyn spent a chunk of her fortune every month keeping the house well heated, but even so, walking around totally uncovered in the middle of a winter night wasn’t the most advisable thing for a vampire who had no ability to hold in her own heat. Vi chucks the sweatshirt to the ground now though, handing the bag of blood up to Caitlyn and then clambering into the hammock for herself. Vi snuggles back into the heap of pillows and blankets that fill the stretched fabric bed, regaining some artificial heat for herself. She had been hot when she’d gotten up, such was the nature of sex even for vampires, but her skin had chilled and Caitlyn would gripe at her if she touched her while she was that cold. When she looks back up, Caitlyn has already torn into the blood bag, fangs punched into it, pulling blood cleanly up into her mouth. Vi still can’t eat like that, without spilling any blood at all, and she’s momentarily mesmerized by the sucking movements of her mistress’ mouth. She leans in, bracing her newly re-warmed hands onto Caitlyn’s hips and holding her down. Caitlyn growls gently, but Vi just returns the sound as she cranes her neck down to grab the other end of the bag and pull it into her own mouth. Caitlyn had drank enough from the bag that her spit had slipped in to mix with the blood, and the taste of it made Vi moan. The exertion and the cold had made her hungry, so she greedily sucks on the bag until the empty film starts sticking to her fangs. She barely thinks, just inhales the blood and holds Caitlyn down. Caitlyn probably wouldn’t knee her in the stomach to finish their ‘kill’ by herself, but it wasn’t impossible and it wasn’t like either of them minded Vi manhandling her. Vi pulls her extended fangs out of the bag first, gasping in quick breaths of air. Her excitement has jumped back up from feeding, and now she was hungry for something else. She moves her hands up to push at Caitlyn’s shoulders, forcing her down against the fabric of the nest. Caitlyn makes a muffled indignant sound and spits the bag out of her mouth, but Vi doesn’t even let her swallow, let alone speak, before she slams their open mouths together. The blood on Caitlyn’s tongue is even more saturated with her spit, and Vi greedily licks at it, taking what she can into her own mouth. Her mistress gives up on her protests as quickly as she always does, her mouth staying willingly open for Vi to probe her tongue into.
February 8, 2025 at 7:09 AM
y3lp.bsky.social
I just think that vamp/vamp caitvi is an underutilized idea, okay?
Vi walks into the study like a scion shouldn’t. Like none of the others ever would, even though all of them are older than she is. Two of them watch her while the reverberations of the door banging open fades from sensitive ears. They’re nested in the corner of the room, draped from the hanging hammocks that vampires prefer to sleep in. If pressed on it, Vi could probably remember their names, have a decent enough conversation with them. Like acquaintances run across by happenstance in the grocery store, and not beings that she shared a home and many facets of her life with. Many facets, but not all of them. Vi crosses the room and goes to stand in front of the desk, and the woman sitting behind it. She doesn't look up at Vi, but she doesn't need to. Vi hikes a knee up onto the top of the desk, then hoists the rest of her body onto the mahogany so that she can kneel over it and shuffle forward on her knees. This is, obviously, incredibly disruptive, and Caitlyn tuts at her disaprovingly when whatever it was she had been working on slides off the desk and lands in a flutter of paper. Vi plants her hands on either side of Caitlyn's office chair and forces it back, bringing its occupants head and eyes up to meet hers. “Was that necessary?” Caitlyn asks, annoyance clear in her tone and on her face. “Maybe,” Vi answers. “Have you eaten?” Caitlyn raises an eyebrow at Vi's boldness and Vi feels her heart speed up and her skin prick with excitement. Partially the excitement that any vampire on the verge of feeding felt, and partially because of the electric, sexual tension between the two of them growing sharp. It wasn't altogether unusual for vampire lords to fuck their fledglings, and Caitlyn did her fair share of that. Territory welding vampires could seldom stand the company of their own kind, so any lasting connection had to be made in a very literal sense. So they killed humans, took care of them until they were functional vampires and often long after. A great many fledged vampires never really left the care of their masters, but immortality had a way of flexing those relationships. Most of the time, any sex was transactional, not really having anything to do with the unique bond between a Lord and their fledgling, but Vi was special, and she used it to her advantage. Vi was young. Drastically so, as far as most were concerned. In the fall, she would be six, and have an eternity awaiting her. She had met Caitlyn, and gotten away from the divine comedy of life as a human, and now she got to do this. “Yes,” Caitlyn replies after a long moment of hard, held eye contact. “I have,” An admission, of sorts, and permission, of others. Vi moans and slides off the desk and into Caitlyn's lap. Caitlyn sputters at the advance and Vi finds it all the more thrilling. “Oof– I did not say that you could climb all over and feed from me Vi– you are incorrigible.” Vi hums while nuzzling into Caitlyn's neck. Her mistress's protests went ignored. When Vi had started being able to smell things again, the sweet lotus and vanilla scent Caitlyn wore had been the first pleasant one, though it was still overpowering. Vi's recovered mind knows now that it's actually rather mild, and also finds it intoxicating enough that her hips get away from her and grind down against Caitlyn's lap involuntarily. “You’re rather wound up,” Caitlyn complains. Her hands have drifted up to grip Vi's hips and the contact makes her grind again. “I'm hungry, since somebody was too drained to feed me this morning,” Caitlyn's eyes roll. “You're perfectly capable of feeding yourself.” “Yeah,” Vi opens her mouth and lets her fangs drop, her throat buzzing with a deeply inhuman growling noise. “But why would I when you roll over and let me do this?” Her mouth snaps shut around a pulsing, perfect jugular vein, and hot crimson pours into her mouth. Vi moans and clamps her jaw shut harder, ripping up muscle underneath the force of her teeth and their hold. She'd pushed it too long in pursuit of this, but it was so sweet. She messily gulps down mouthfuls of blood, able to hear Caitlyn whining through the haze of her feeding, thankfully. She can feel the sharp dig of nails into her hip. Most fledglings outgrew the taste of their masters, started longing for fresh, human blood. Vi never had. She had shifted clean through, from the taste of her mistress to the taste of a mate, and she didn't regret a second of it.
January 30, 2025 at 11:26 PM