acrehearts

pairing: vi x fem!reader tags: mma fighter vi , ring girl reader , fingering , tease!reader , dildo referred to as cock/dick , overstimulation , size kink<3 , thong on while fucking because i'm a degenerate and i love it , mentions of squirting , not proofread imzorry , men and minors dni wc: 1,840

it was supposed to be fun, exciting, even, teasing vi with those low rise pants and thong. the championship was on, people were pumped and the money was pooling. fast. you were earning more bucks by the hour now after you renewed contract for another three years as a ring girl.

the host's voice bled through the large speakers surrounding the arena and the cheers drowned out the rest of the noise from the music. sweat pumped like blood through the seats, wafting until it reached the front where the ring girls sat with the banners on the table, lined up for them. you were going to open the first round in a bikini top and low rise jeans.

the management simply told you to look bold, going for a more mature look than when you first started. what they didn't suggest was the lace thong, that was an added specialty just for your girlfriend who was fighting in the octagon for the championship, bringing home half a million, not to mention violet lanes' sponsors over the years in her mma career.

the crowd roared as soon as violet lanes entered through the red corner, the stage flaring led lights and fire spewed from a safe distance as she walked over to her corner inside the ring. her cog machine tattoo rolling across her broad back and you could already feel a heat stirring in your gut, just imagining her mouth fall when she sees you.

it's not like she hasn't seen you in skimpier outfits, but vi's always been a sucker for anything you wear, but this one?

the way you walked up there, raising the banner over your head as you smiled at the flashing lights before turning to vi and giving her a cursory glance while one hand drifted to the thong peeking over the low waist. vi knew that look. trouble, that's what. you were looking for trouble, giving all these little signals, sending looks that bordered rude, and obvious bedroom fuck me eyes during time outs it was a shock the cameras didn't detect anything.

vi's coach patted her cheek several times during several times out. "hey, you're spacing out. come on, keep up your a-game, yeah? championship, violet. don't fuck this up."

she'd nod, sure. she practically trains herself to react mechanically to whatever her coach tells her. but her mind started to drift even while landing hits and managing to graze her oponent's forehead with an mean counter.

yeah, vi didn't even flinch much when she bled during the sixth round. didn't react much when she received the full cash price and stood next to you for the optics. you just had to tease her while it's the fucking championships like the minx you were.

oh, and you were going to be treated like one.

.

.

.

she had you bent over the desk, your ass perked for her view, that tantalizing lace thong that's been tempting her since the match earlier was finally in vi's reach. her free hand slithered to tug at at the lace, watching it slap against your skin while her other hand pressed your nape down so you could move.

"look at you, baby," she cooed, teasing the rim of your ass through the thong with the pad of her thumb. "all this for view. only i get to touch you like this, right?"

your babbled response earned a chuckle before vi's palm landed square on one ass cheek. a startled whine left your lips as you raised your head from the desk's surface as you slurred out your response, "yes. yes. only you, please."

"good girl."

her tongue ran down the lobe of your right ear before she was pulled up to stand on your heels once more while vi sank back down on the chair. she shed off her shorts, revealing that hot pink dildo standing perk between her thighs. you swallowed at the sheer size. that wasn't what you usually took… vi must have planned for this to happen.

your eyes lifted back to vi's smug smirk then down at the dildo. "i can't take that."

"you haven't even tried, gorgeous. come here."

with shifty steps, you stood between her legs, watching the silicone taunt you before vi grabbed your waist and pulled you all the way to her lap where the dildo settled cold between your ass. you gasp, feeling its insistent press on your back before you slittered away like an unwilling pet.

vi clicked her tongue before wrapping both hands around your waist, giving it a tiny squeeze. she clicked your tongue as you tried to push yourself off by placing both palms flat on her chest. such a whiny thing, you were. always saying you can't when you both know you're going to be drooling on her cock anyway.

vi quirked an amused brow before she reached further down to tug at your panties again. didn't even pull it down or push it aside, literally just dipped her middle down your core and rubbed slow circles around your clothed cunt like she couldn't be bothered doing it right. it earned her another frustrated whimper, a sound which vi had come to love. she longed to shut your mouth with her tongue, and she did.

sliding two fingers down, vi rubbed your pussy through the lace while her mouth captured yours, successfully silencing the needy noises leaving your lips and swallowing that nectar down her own throat.

"vi, stop teasing." you broke away from the kiss, panting in soft huffs while gazing at vi through soft lidded eyes.

if there was anything vi was weak to, it was definitely your pleas. she folds like weed to the strong breeze and instantly wrapped her arms around you, kissing down your cheeks to your jaw to soothe your frustrations while finally pushing aside the fabric to circle your sopping wet entrance.

"you're so wet," she laughed against your mouth like she wasn't the reason why. "so good for me, aren't you, pretty girl? think you can take me?"

you hum against her lips, the gentle noise turning into a keen moan as she finally sank two fingers. "fuck-"

"shh…" vi whispered, pecking the corner of your mouth as she pressed her fingers in, knuckles deep into your cunt. "you're gripping me tight, baby. you wanted me that bad, huh? 's alright, i'll give it to you."

you nod eagerly against vi's shoulders as she worked you open, scissoring you while mumbling sweet nothings into your skin.

"that's it, baby."

"fuck, you're so prety, huh?"

"give me a kiss, sweetheart. mhm, just like that."

vi slowly guided you above her waiting cock, watching the silicone glisten before coating it in a generous amount of lube. "come on, baby. you can do it."

you bite your lip, glancing down at vi with anxious eyes before finally looking down between your thighs to focus on the dildo. it seemed to taunt you, the pink length glistening with unabashed goo dripping down to vi's thighs like it couldn't wait for your tight heat to wrap around its exquisite girth.

bracing both hands on vi's shoulders, you slowly lean over to ease yourself down the silicone cock, head buried in the juncture of vi's neck and shoulders.

vi groaned into your ear, spread your ass cheeks while looking over your shoulder to watch the bulbous tip being swallowed by your pussy. her face became flushed like she could actually feel the way your inner walls clamped around her cock before lifting both hands to settle on your waist and guide you gently, offering support after seeing you struggle the first few seconds.

as you bottomed out, a sharp gasp of pure ecstasy left your lips, cut off by a deep kiss from vi who couldn't really stay still even when she knew she should let you adjust to its length first. she just wanted to slam you down into her dick like all the seconds in the world counted for this moment.

"i just need to-" vi gasped into your lips as she lifted you off by the hips, only the tip catching onto your cunt, before she slammed you back down.

"vi!" you cried off into her shoulder, back arching and legs stuttering where you pressed your knees against her thighs. the position was going to burn after the initial burn of pleasure, you just knew it.

"shh," vi hushed your broken moans with a kiss to your forehead while one hand drifted down between your legs to find your little nub, drawing circles against it as she praised sweet nothings into your damp shoulder again.

the dual pleasure was making you lose your fucking mind; vi's hands, her cock, hell, even her praises were probably making you wetter than you imagined. everything was just an onslaught to your senses and you were one weak woman against vi's advances. you curled into your girlfriend's chest, weakly pumping up and down her lap as the wet slapping of skin echoed in the room along with your cracked whimpers.

your toes curled with imminent pleasure as your vision swam, hot white sparking down your spine, licking up a cruel flame to your head as your head lolled to vi's shoulder, trying to steady yourself to her labored breathing, easing your hips up to a short break.

then vi chuckled.

"fucking hell."

slam.

"goddamnit, be gentler!" you barely managed to pant out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your nails raked down her arms and shoulders, tugging on her shirt. "i'm going to kill you later."

"sorry, just couldn't help myself…" she gave your damp temple an apologetic kiss before rocking your hips gently while her hands drew out your orgasm even faster.

it was a time ticking bomb and you were sure you weren't going to last at this point. toes curled, back arching, and your eyes closed shut as a torrent washed over you. clear liquid gushed down your trembling legs, breathing unsteady as vi watched the scene with unabashed reverence like she's witnessing the ascension of the mother of god.

"baby," she gasped out, gathering you into her arms, snug in her lap. "you gorgeous thing."

vi couldn't help but marvel the way you swallowed her cock so well, watching your folds flutter around it, the thong pushed to one side, damp, no doubt. the sight just makes her want to drag out a second orgasm out of you right then, but one look at your blissed out expression, and vi knew that was enough.

"come on, what do you say i take my favorite girl out shopping tomorrow?" she purred against your jaw, peppering kisses down your neck, feeling your pulse jump despite how sated you were in her arms. "get you those brandy melvilles, yeah?"

"you're so full of shit."

a laugh resonated across your damp skin. "y'know you love me"

੭﹕﹒ headcanons of kento nanami as your husband where your little family of four is situated in the countryside. two children (unnamed, the reader may make up names for them), and your very devoted husband.

੭﹕﹒ fluff , established relationship , married au , family au , countryside au , children , growing old together , NOT proofread pls bear with the grammarical errors 😭

note: the setting will be heavily inspired by the ph countryside, so please bear with me</3 i've never traveled anywhere further than my own country.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyou've been together for almost two decades, and it shows in the way you move around the house. you're by the stove, he's chopping up fruits while your kids go down to feed the ducks by the lake. his hands find your waist like clockwork, and nanami presses a kiss to your shoulder as he grabs something from the cupboards.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyou've all decided to buy a house in the countryside (a two-hour drive to the main city) because it was cheaper, and also, your frail parents are closer to you that way. nanami also finds the countryside peaceful after spending an entire eight hours in the hectic office.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤnanami has an apartment rented in the city, a few minutes down his office building. he's had it since he became a regular and the owner knows him well enough to keep the lease as it was way before you guys met. then, he got promoted to department head, and his income was high enough to keep both the apartment and your house in the countryside.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤwhen you heard of nanami's promotion to department head, nanami instantly suggested traveling to malaysia. just the two of you. the kids got to stay with their grandparents. honestly, it was the best trip you've had since your honeymoon and love was rekindled for the entire year.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤtwo kids. the first one was conceived when you two were still living in the city, and the second one was during your first year in the countryside. they love herding the ducks (it keeps the awful insects from infesting the lake). the ducks are actually raised by the compound, but they love coming over to your house specifically because nanami feeds them these pedigree feeds everytime he comes home from work.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤthe kids are enrolled in the city's local elementary school along with the rest of their childhood friends. however, once they reached secondary education, nanami suggested they study in the main city. it got a little lonely for a while with both your kids away every week with their dad, but the house has never been quieter and more well-kept.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyour house is a humble bungalow built on top of the hill, just a slope above the lake. nanami wanted to build a house on a flatter field (ahem, he got sulky when a foreigner bought the lot across the lake, which was a beautiful green meadow surrounded by pine trees). he's grown to like the house on the hill, and it was hilarious seeing the kids roll down the slope with the other children in the compound.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤall the old ladies adore your husband. he's polite, mild-mannered, and financially stable! he also brings them that ginseng tea from his favorite shop in the urban district, and the aroma just makes people weak on the knees. nanami is an old soul; he relates to them.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤplays those old ass songs on the radio like some 60-year-old uncle. it's basically your children's sunday alarm. they're up and about the moment they hear the slow ballad coming from the patio. sometimes, they'd whine to you, telling you that their dad is way too loud at seven in the morning.

"he's at it again!" your oldest would whine, suctioning themselves to your back like an unwilling octopus. "please make him stop."

"he literally takes you out to buy your stupid games," the youngest muttered by the island while you ready breakfast. "besides, the ballads aren't bad. my friend's dad plays those annoying mixes that goes on and on and on!!"

"doesn't count."

you sigh from your place by the sink, washing the fresh mangoes you got from the new neighbors across the street. "you two, stop it. go help your dad with the ducks."

"can i just help with the rice?" your youngest clung to your other arm as you tried to slice the tomatoes into smaller cubes. "please? it's hot outside."

"what a baby." the other scoffed, already heading out with a pail in hand while still wearing their clover pajamas on the way out.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤnanami is silent with his affection. you're usually the one to initiate it but that doesn't mean he won't receive it equally. as the years go by, he's immune to the embarrassment that comes with PDA. you both openly cuddle by the couch in the living room after a long day. doesn't really matter if your children's friends are over, they always end up hanging out by the floating raft anyway.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤsilently cried during your eldest's high school graduation. proud dad. really. he's always encouraged his little ones to do their best in their academics, to not worry about the financial aspects of their life because their dad has it covered, and seeing them succeed brings him to tears.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤplans to retire after both your children become regulars in their office/workplace. let that man retire early, please. he wants to focus on horticulture and maybe raise more ducks for the community lake. also, a quiet life with you in the countryside is all that flashes in nanami's mind when asked about the future.

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤif your kids ever plan to apply for nanami's company, it's instant. expect nothing less than pure nepotism during the screening and interviews. especially if nanami hasn't retired by then; your husband's reputation is squeaky clean in the office, doesn't have a rap sheet in the HR's accounts except for a few jealous cowards. the conversation would go like:

the moment your child got home to the apartment, they called you. a little surprised, maybe excited, and just the smallest hint of suspicion in their tone. "the interview ended in three minutes."

"really?" you tried to act surprise but you barely stifled a laugh beside your husband as you chewed through sunflower seeds in the porch, overlooking the setting sun. you started to miss the rambunctious laughter that would ring across the house when your little ones were still... little.

"mn." came the soft reply. a soft shuffle of their feet as they probably plopped down on the couch. "the other seven minutes, they spent singing praises of papa. seriously?" there was incredulity laced there. ever the complainer, despite being almost as tall as their dad. some things never changed. "am i there to get a job or to listen to how many investors papa managed to convince?"

✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤfor your anniversary trips, nanami never repeats the same place twice. this time, it's a trip to indonesia, next, you guys are visiting some shrine to offer your prayers and sake. the next, you're in shibuya, enjoying the bustling streets and filtering crowds. but, there's also one constant rule: it's always just you two. your kids are either with your parents or nanami's family for a week or two. they love it, tells you two that it's suffocating having to see you be so lovey-dovey all the time.

"thank god," your youngest would groan once nanami tells them over dinner that you two have already booked tickets to head to vietnam for the week. "papa, can you increase our allowance this time? we're planning to go to the festival with our cousins."

"mn." was the curt reply of your husband as he picked up his chopsticks and dug to his bowl of rice. "how much?"

"like..."

"multiply it by two!" your eldest called out from where they were grabbing juice from the fridge. they scooted to the chair at the edge of the table before saying, "itadakimasu." under their breath.

you could only sigh, giving your kids that silent but amused look. they know it too well now. "stop making things hard for your papa and i."

"what?" they both groan out at the same time, flopping their arms around each other like twin devils.

"you guys literally get to eat pho while i'm stuck with this moron!" your youngest would whine, a pout on their lips while their sibling pushed their face away.

"if it weren't for me, you'd have run out of allowance a week ago. if i'm a moron, you're an ungrateful obstinate fool."

nanami could only sigh, drinking the juice his eldest poured for the family while your kids' voice rang throughout the block. embarrassing, yes, but everyone knows how much of a handful those two could be. as they say, it takes a village to raise a child. and an entire city to handle two.

g!p caitlyn , drabble.

⠀*ੈ ⠀⊹ ࣪󠀠󠀠 󠀠󠀠⠀ ꕀ󠀠󠀠ꕀ󠀠󠀠⠀ ⠀g!p caitlyn , masturbation , pussy worshipping , underwear kink , cunnilingus , edging , size kink if you squint

she's a fucking pervert. hoarding your used underwear, smelling it while she's thrusting into your pillow. whining your name as she's fisting her cock and imagining it was your mouth instead. caitlyn wants your throat raw and sore for her.

oh, and she loves it when you spread yourself open. legs parted, and if you try to cover your pretty cunt? she's dragging those naughty hands away, clicking her tongue like some disappointed officer. you're her little wife, just waiting to be bred and stretched.

doesn't instantly slide herself up, no, that's where she differs from small-minded men.

caitlyn takes two fingers, spreads your pussy and watches it CLENCH around absolutely nothing, like it's swallowing a phantom cock in. that little nub? yeah, she wants it trembling and peeking so she can run her thumb around it, soothing that ache that irritatingly posh accent. it's the closest you'll see to her approving your reactions.

"you can take it for me, won't you, darling?"

"yes, just like that, my love. you look delectable."

caitlyn eases out your pleasure until your hole is drooling on her sheets. she'll eat you out if she's feeling like it, stuffs her face with your pussy and touch herself to your smell.

just good ol' caitlyn.

characters: vi | caitlyn | mel | sevika | ambessa tags: fluff , SFW , slightly suggestive (ambessa's part) , TLCCCCCC , loads of crackhead ideas , rich!medardas x sugar baby!reader , rich!caitlyn , established relationships , modern au , NOT proofread 🥀 note: they took out my impacted wisdom tooth and im suffering, so let's make it aesthetic‎‎

vi

- can't keep the smile off her face the moment she sees you outside of the OR. she just can't.

‎‎"baby, you look like a pufferfish." ‎‎

- she doesn't mean any harm! god, she loves you too much to purposefully want to make you upset, but you look downright adorable with your pouty lips and swollen cheek. it's a wonder she hasn't tried to kiss you—

‎‎- she did. she tried to kiss you and you pushed her away when her hand cradled your aching jaw.

‎‎"what's wrong?" her eyes widened comically. if you weren't in such a numbed state, you would have laughed. "did i hurt you?"

‎‎- she was instantly crowding close to you, arms wrapping around your waist as she tried her hardest not to give you any more discomfort than she might have possibly given.

‎‎- commemorates everything that happened during those tough ten days. you, early in the morning, icing the right side of your face. you leaning on the other side so as to not cause pain to your inflamed gums. she has it all in her gallery, even the time you were trying to get your point across with a series of grunts and wild hand gestures while she's in hysterics behind the camera.

- vi is an attentive partner, through and through. she helps you with your usual 2-hour ice compress and buys you the meds you need after the operation.

‎‎- she's the type of person to be there 24/7 even when she physically can't and she doesn't text. she goes straight to calling you when you're at home and she's out working her 9 to 5.

‎‎"are you sure you're eating alright? i'll grab some yogurt for you when i get back. that okay?" ‎‎ your responses are typically grunts. it's hard to speak. your five stitches are making things uncomfortable for you and half of your face is swollen.

- weird thing is, vi understands it. whether that's because you spent so much time together or maybe vi is just psychic, she understands you perfectly. so she keeps calling even when you only hum and or grunt in response.

caitlyn

‎‎- researched in advance. she probably knows as much as the dentist themselves with how much she poured over the details. read both the good and bad news, probably got so deep into it she started downloading research articles about said surgery. just to "make sure".

‎‎- after the surgery, she takes you straight home and coddles you like a pampered pomeranian. heated throw blankets? done. medicine? stocked up. everything is where they should be; caitlyn is by your side, rubbing your arm while you doze off while the anesthesia slowly wears off one side of your face.

‎‎"is your face still numb?" her knuckles gently brush against the swollen cheek but she didn't put any pressure, not enough to make you jump. "want an ice pack? the dentist did recommend it every fiften minutes." ‎‎if you weren't in such a drowsy state after the operation, you'd have told your worrywart of a girlfriend off. she has a way of worming into your heart with her perpetual worries, it's adorable. ‎‎ "'m fine," came your mumbled and sleepy response. ‎‎caitlyn, noticing you nodding off beside her, kissed your temples and huddled you closer to her side. ‎‎

- the type of partner to literally put your message notifications to the HIGHEST volume after your surgery. caitlyn knows it's hard for you to speak, so texting it is. and every time your message pings, she's instantly checking her phone for any updates. ‎‎

- literally works like the flash. each and every one of your cravings are met and she probably bought some expensive ass equipment that helps with your oral hygiene while she's at it.

‎‎- acts like a drill sergeant towards her kitchen staff the moment you got home. was telling everyone the dos and donts, what they should serve you and what not to serve you. she was literally hovering over the kitchen staff while they prepared your meal. forget gordon ramsay when you've got caitlyn kiramman as your boss. ‎‎

mel

‎‎- SOFT SPOKEN AS HELLLLLL

‎‎- on god she literally knows how to pamper you and will give out the best kisses and praises with that accent of hers ngghhh

‎‎"a pillow? an ice pack? painkillers?" she has it all stored and bought. just say the word. she's all yours (i wish she was). ‎‎ you can only nod along to her enthusiasm to pamper you to the fullest. it's like you don't even have to lift a finger.

‎‎- yes, she has a gaggle of servants to do it for you, but why would she leave it to them when she's got two functioning hands? it's the only time you'll ever see the mel medarda elbows deep into a pot, stirring your congee because it has to be the right temperature.

‎‎- you tell her it's not needed, but there are very few things that amuse and interest mel medarda. you're the center of said interests. she wants the best for you, and she's loaded as hell, so you're spoiled for life unless you've got a sick twink colleague on the side with a god complex, then there will be a few complications... /JJJJJ

‎‎- mel is also the type of woman who lets you hang around while she's doing her work. you fall asleep pretty easily, the boredom etched faster when you're literally just sitting around, waiting for the clock to tick before you can drink your vitamins and meds again.

‎‎"bored, darling?" she'd ask, lifting her head from her desk. ‎‎you only hummed in response, picking up another spoonful of homemade ice cream her chef whipped up for you. it's your favorite, too. she never forgets.

‎‎mel chuckled at the sight. if she wasn't so preoccupied, she'd have joined you. "don't worry, i'll finish soon." it sounded more like an encouragement to herself rather than a direct statement to you.

‎‎- can anyone really blame mel for wanting to spend quality time with her partner? because i wouldn't. i'd attach myself onto her back like a barnacle on a turtle.

sevika

- baby grew up without receiving much love, so please be gentle with her:(

‎‎- she does her best, of course. that gruff care is the pinnacle of pure sevika charm. she doesn't show it, but her hand hovers closer to your back whenever you stand or tell her that you're going somewhere. ‎‎

- since it's a modern AU, she's probably  someone's aide, legal or illegal, the details are always vague when it comes to sevika's line of work, and she never wants you to know too much. not because she doesn't trust you, but because sometimes, knowledge is a dangerous thing in her line of work. she keeps her partner blissfully unaware.

‎‎- sevika is a steady presence behind you at all times. she's there holding your hand during the checkup, helped you afterwards and bought the medicine prescribed by the doctor. she doesn't say much, but much was said through her actions. ‎‎

- sevika's way of cooking for you is practical and clean, the way she taught herself at a young age. it's nothing fancy, but god, it warms your stomach like a heavy wool blanket in winter.

‎‎- the broth was always amazing and you half hoped she'd keep on cooking for you even after your gums heal. but you know that sevika is often busy with her work, so you tuck that wishful thinking in the back of your mind. for now. ‎‎

"somethin' on your mind, doll?" sevika knows when you're pensive. that's the thing about her. she's scarily observant, not just with you, but everything and everyone. maybe it's the way her environment shaped her, but she's highkey perceptive. ‎‎ you set your spoon, still tasting the chicken on your tongue. "i like your cooking." ‎‎ she grunted softly and resumed eating. you mirrored her actions, thinking that was the end of the conversation, but no. she always surprises you with something. ‎‎"want me to cook more?" ‎‎lifting your gaze from the tasty, war. broth, the corner of your lips lifted into a hesitant smile. "really?" ‎‎she nods. ‎‎your smile widens, heart fluttering and a sense of contentment easing up your chest. "baby, you're — ack... ow. ow." ‎‎ sevika didn't even give you time to react before she was reaching for painkillers from the cabinet and the ice pack she had ready just in case. she was by your side instantly, rubbing your shoulders as you palmed your swollen cheek. ‎‎ "does it hurt?" ‎‎ "yeah, i guess i can't smile really wide yet." ‎‎"ice pack?" ‎‎you chuckled, low and controlled. "how about a kiss instead?"

ambessa

- has an entire staff at your beck and call. she's a busy woman but that doesn't mean you're left alone to your own devices. there's always someone tending to your needs and if her schedule is semi-cleared, she'll probably help you do it herself. ‎‎

- loves to caress your swollen cheeks. it amuses her how you look like a pouting duck. she loves this new vulnerable look on your otherwise fiery disposition.

‎‎"that's the fourth time this day." you tell ambessa as her fingers trace the outline of your jaw. "what's so funny?" ‎‎ "can i not enjoy the presence of my little lamb?" she smoothly replies much to your exasperation. ambessa never tells you what she's truly thinking but you both know better, those gleaming eyes said far louder things than her low drawl.

‎‎- probably rewarded you with something new after the surgery. she has access to your shopping cart, and sometimes, you try to go out of your way to be secretive about the things you buy, but that's not gonna fly with ambessa as your partner.‎‎

- the moment you get home, there're at least eight gift boxes littered on the carpet. wrapped in distinct bows, all of it from brands and stores you've been eyeing silently for months. ‎‎

your tongue was numb, still, and so was your surprised expression. ‎ ambessa chuckled, that low timbre that always made your knees weak, and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. ‎‎"just a little something for my brave dove." she pressed a lingering kiss behind your ear, pushing you forward. ‎‎ whether it was the anesthesia acting up or just you in general, tears welled in your eyes as you turned around to wrap your arms around the woman, thanking her profusely through lisped diction.

‎‎- worked remote during the first week of your recovery so that you won't be bored out of your mind with just the staff to keep you company. she found out how rewarding it is to see you just go on about your day and she probably had a lot of different ideas that didn't only involve innocent cuddles.

‎‎- it's just different when you're being... open with her. wearing mismatched socks, oversized shirts that are probably decades old with punctures down its sleeves. those little things earn you heated stares from ambessa. not to mention how helpless you look when you want to speak but can't because of the stitches. ‎‎

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x reader tags: fluff , sfw hcs , gf caitlyn , established relationship , meet cute , insanely rich caitlyn , middleclass!reader note: I'm bored out of my mind right now, the power is out, it's five minutes to nine PM and Thinking Of You is blasting on my right ear. Let's write some modern AU Caitlyn headcanons.

An absolute gentlewoman when it comes to your preferences. Everything is probably color coded on her phone, maybe an Excel if she's really pumped up about it—she is, most of the time, really. ‎‎From your favorite scent down to the best shoe size that fits you snuggly, she has that jotted down and sent to her assistant.

Don't forget the fact she probably remembers every little thing you tell her. Oh, you're craving for seafood boil? You forgot about that passing thought in a few hours, suddenly Caitlyn is dragging you out and guess where you're going? To eat seafood boil and grease up your faces.

‎‎Caitlyn knows your schedule inside out. And even if it isn't her schedule, when you deviate from your usual hours, she goes crazy.

‎‎"Darling, I thought we said to meet here by five." ‎‎

"I know, I know, something came up, I'm sorry, Cait. I'll make it up to you." ‎‎

She may have some control issues, but we're learning, aren't we?

‎‎Her idea of cheap is completely... out of touch. We can't really blame the Kiramman heir; she grew up with a golden spoon, for God's sake! You can't expect a frog to know what it feels like to be a mosquito or vice versa.

It's just... she's born differently, she processes things differently which may make it sound like she's numb and insensitive to the struggles of the common people. ‎‎

You trying to curb "spending" is just another walk in the park for Caitlyn's finances. It would have broken your bank account if that much money gets sliced off every time you go out of the house. ‎‎But she tries. God, she's such a cutie when she tries.

‎‎Caitlyn tried hard to fit into your lifestyle even when she cannot control her reactions sometimes. Even that stellar poker face breaks when you start lifting the fish's head in the wet market to check the eyes without any gloves or the time you bought vegetables off the side of the path walk. ‎

Those little things get under Caitlyn's skin and she tries her hardest to keep her mouth shut because again, different cultures. Even if it's completely unsanitary in her eyes and nose.

God, her nose felt like it was getting assaulted the first time she stepped into the wet market.

‎‎Ever since the first time Caitlyn came with you, she learned to wear a mask. The same white mask that unknowingly made her known across the market for tipping so generously—it's her spare change. ‎She's known as the "Masked Miss." ‎

They don't bother asking questions from her, the gossipy ladies always end up learning about her embarrassing stories from you. Thankfully, she's got a mask on and no one noticed the blush creeping up the apples of her cheeks.

You told the ladies of how you two met. Some symposium where Caitlyn stood out—as she always does—and saw you across the room, bright and absolutely stunning, like a flower blessed by the sun and she's a drunk bee.

Wanting to talk to you, Caitlyn started an unnecessary spiel about beekeeping (the only topic that came to mind after listening to the speaker drone about his bee farm for two hours). You found her adorable and decided to befriend the Bee Miss.

‎‎That's what you named Caitlyn's contact during the first few months. You changed it when she finally saw it on your screen.

nsfw , fingerfucking , praise kink (a lil) pairing: sevika x reader wc: 1153

friday nights with your girlfriend were always a mix of either domestic or pure depravity. nothing in between. 

you sat beside sevika on that worn out couch as usual, playing some mindless show on the television screen neither of you could focus on. early into the night, you both knew it wasn't going to just end up in cuddles. 

not when after you finished washing up, you wore those godforsaken victoria secret lace panties under a loose shirt you stole from sevika. it was fucking temptation in human skin, padding around the place, waiting to be bend over and fucked. eaten out? totally. no questions asked. 

but you insisted. batting those pretty lashes at sevika. she melted without putting up a fight, lifting you off your feet and settled you beside her on the couch. not even halfway through the movie—the title had just flashed on screen and not a single line had yet been uttered—her hands were already itching to your thighs.

hands skimmed the edge of your panties, you bolt right up, but sevika just snorted, told you it was the nerves. 

nerves, your ass.

while the main character was spouting half-assed lines—you never did like that actor—sevika was already planning all kinds of different ways to ruin those tantalizing panties, show her your cunt and just bury her nose there until she chokes on your pussy. 

if anything, sevika was just intentionally edging herself at this point, her eyes darted from your thighs to your chest then your face. it softened for a fraction. you noticed the lingering stare and pecked her lips. 

“smells so good.” sevika mumbled against your lips and pressed her lips against the curve of your jaw, suckling a mark into your skin. “fuck, baby, do we really have to finish this?” sevika’s low groan reverberated on your body. 

“they said it’s good.”

bullshit.

you both knew how the movie ended. a cliffhanger that blueballs those stupid enough to actually sit through the entire three hours of screaming clicker zombies. sevika could have done something more productive than this—it barely got past the flashback prologue—like maybe swallow your cries down her tongue like sweet nectar while her fingers stretch and fuck the tease out of you. 

“you’re killing me here, babygirl,” she whispered into your neck, drowning in that pleasant scent as it ran down her spine while her hands skimmed lower. deeper. “c'mon." a finger tugged at your waistband, snapping it against your skin.

you yelped, stiffening under that touch. hands dragged up the curve of your waist, then your back.

fuck.

"vika." a needy whimper left your lips the moment sevika pushed the fabric aside, marveling at how you soaked through the lace in just mere minutes. "'s unfair."

sevika's lips pressed against your, her breathy laugh licking up a flame down your spine. this woman was making it harder for you to focus. you could already imagine her hands delving between your pussy folds, finding that little nub and relieving you of that ache.

"unfair?" she pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. a warning, if anything, before she left a blooming mark on the juncture of your jaw while her fingers pressed against your hungry cunt. "y'know what's unfair, babygirl?"

she pulled her hand away from your needy heat, snapping the fabric back with a cruel smirk. "wearing that tempting number and not letting me touch. on your stomach, gorgeous."

the movie stayed forgotten on the screen.

your hands were braced against the armrest as sevika helped you lie comfortably on your stomach, steady palms guiding your hips to cant up to her hungry gaze.

"fuck, you look so beautiful, baby," she marveled, tracing her fingers down your trembling thighs before leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. "stay like that for me, yeah?"

you could only reply with a soft, keen whimper, nodding your head as you wiggled your ass eagerly, pressing it against her calloused palms.

"just like that," she whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she finally dragged your underwear down. torturously, achingly slow. "god, look at you." she hissed, reaching down to part your ass, revealing that pretty hole, watching it clench around nothing. it makes her want to just shove her fingers into you without any preamble.

no. she wants to take it slow. gentle. just the way you like it. you always made the most adorable noises when her hands tenderly caressed your skin and her voice a low purr against your damp skin.

then you went ahead and let out the sweetest "please" known to mankind. sevika froze, hands hovering just right above your aching heat, and almost growled into the juncture of your neck and shoulders. 

fuck tender.

sevika's hands sank into your tight heat without a second warning, pumping two fingers in and out. a filthy squelch filled the room as she prodded against your walls, searching, teasing, stretching in a way that had your back bowing off the couch with a ragged moan.

"shh, shh, babygirl, hey," she cooed softly, adding another digit like the other two weren't already driving you mad. "just like that, yeah..."

sevika has an ungodly amount of time imagining you like this. when she's at work, sitting at the dinner table while you prattle on about your favorite tv show. she just does, and when she finally has her hands on you?

it's explosive. a hurricane of need. pure, raw and unbridled need.

"vika!" you tapped on her forearm. your toes curled, hips canting and rolling into sevika's fingers as she worked you open. a string of incoherent babble left your lips.

you were so achingly close. you just need...

your vision swam. your body wringing from pleasure underneath your girlfriend, and you're pretty sure you're leaking like a puddle into the couch.

but she doesn't stop, even when you cry into the pillow, your hips canting wantonly into sevika’s hands. her hands pumped slowly into your cunt—squelch. 

“fuck, you're leaking plenty.” she hissed, parting your ass to watch your hole swallow her greedily down to the knuckles. 

“vika, vika—” 

once you're fully sated, sevika finally lets your legs rest and your hips down. her large hands traced soothing motions up your thighs.

“you did so well for me, babygirl.” her voice a smooth purr down your spine as she carried you back to bed. 

grabbing a wash cloth and a basin of warm water, sevika gently worked her way around your sticky thighs. a cheeky smile formed its way into her lips, an idea forming, and she gently spread your cheeks apart, brushing the warm cloth down the crack with a small laugh when you stiffened and turned around to glare at her over your shoulder. 

apologizing, sevika pecked the corner of your jaw and laid you back down on your stomach, your face comfortably pressed against the pillow. 

pairing: navia caspar x fem!reader

pt. 1

navia as a lover is absofuckinglutely indulgent. pads? an entire box is sitting on your cupboards. cravings? don't even bother dressing up to head to hotel debord to buy it, navia has half of the spina di rosula running around looking for it. and if you wanted something homemade? yeah, you've got a built-in housewife by your side. she's the best macaroon chef in the entire world, escoffier pales in comparison to her gentle smile and careful hands--or maybe that's just because you're head over tits in love with the boss of spina di rosula, princess of fontaine, part-time macaroon chef, full-time best lover in the entire teyvat.

she always has a solution in hand. you complain for the fun of it, but navia, bless her soul, offers very positive solutions that just makes your heart soar and melt at the same time. you end up kissing her all over.

she'd chuckle, a very, very pleasing sound that you've come to love. "alright, alright." navia chastised but looked even more smug than you did when lipstick marks littered all across her skin.

she's terrible at saying no to the easiest things. another shopping spree? yeah, it's probably her idea. a new menu at your favorite cafe? done and bought. her finance manager is crying at his office watching the expenses rise.

but it goes both ways. her puppy eyes are probably more lethal than that parasol of hers. once she uses it against you, it's a landslide of acquiescent "yes", "alright", "whatever". navia would giggle at your expense, kissing your cheeks just to soften the blow. the reality of it all? you'd have agreed anyway.

navia is your best friend at heart. you have what you call wine eve, just a lazy night while overlooking the court of fontaine from poisson's shores as the aquabus moors from above. she goes into a tangent about the spina di rosula's colorful and extensive history, you listen to her slurring words.

and under that fake teyvatan sky, your shared whispers of "i love you" had never been more true.

pt. 2

a jealous navia reminds you of a sulking german shepherd, ears dropped, tail tucked, and whimpering when its favorite toy is taken away before playtime is over. absolutely heartbreaking--and adorable.

navia never lets you see her in such a state, she tries to smile around you, but when you aren't looking, she's a little less bouncy and fiddles around with her sleeves and sunglasses. but there are rare times that she crowds closer and is actively trying to suck in all the oxygen around you like teyvat is running out of air. her hands would find yours, more insistent than usual like she's silently looking for reassurance.

the reason for her jealousy is vague, oftentimes unfound and unheard of. navia is a very secure woman, she's confident in her relationship, so what does slowly break the boss of spina di rosula? again, hint: slowly. it's not a sudden blast of change. it's erosion. rotting. decaying. it takes time and a lot of consistent self-reassurance until navia's heart grows weary with doubt.

at first, she doesn't give the rumors much thought. rumors were rumors for a reason and not fact. but then she spots you, walking, smiling, and maybe a little too close to another person she's never seen you around before.

you didn't sense anything out of it; it's hard to spot changes in navia's behavior when she still looks at you like the sun shines just for your smile and the moon continues to breathe just to see you live. her kisses were measured when you two are alone, murmuring praises and "i love yous" under her breath before stealing yours, but the insistence of love--tinged with something more that wasn't quite innocent and grounded--didn't seem to fade which each gesture reciprocated, it's become a continuous demand.

until, navia finally breaks. it's quiet, solitary, her sadness. and oh, sweet celestia, it's never anger. never. she could never bring herself to be mad at you. teyvat will be plunged into eternal darkness before she even raises her voice at her lover, beautiful and oh-so gentle like the purest rainbow rose.

"it's stupid, i know, i know," she whispered under her breath the evening you finally caught on; her hands laced with yours because even when her heart grows heavy with thoughts she doesn't ever want to address, she yearns for the warmth of your skin. it's a different sort of pain from that forms the callouses on her palm. it weighs in a tingle that rhymes with love, a weight heavier to bear than anything else. and because navia brims with love, she's a medium often abused with it. wrung out dry until she has none left to give for herself.

"it feels so stupid, i'm so sorry, dearheart."

you lips were drawn to a taut line watching navia's beautiful lips twist into a pout. any other moment, you'd have taken your chance to steal her breath with a heady kiss. this wasn't one of those. so, instead, you pulled her closer, whispering into those soft curls, "a fool is what you are."

eyes as blue as the shiniest lumitoile stared up at you, and you felt your chest tighten with a surge of emotions. "but not for what you're thinking about. you're a fool for never saying anything about what you felt, not because of how you felt."

she breaks into a smile, and even though you were always the one she compared to the sun, it was her smile that stands against its brilliance.

your navia. your radiant light.

pairing: childe x zhongli

tw 𓃊 mentions of blood ◞ proofread ◞ hurt no comfort ◞ drabble ◞ can be read as a standalone ⿻ .ᐟ.ᐟ

t‎here was a story of the moon. of an ugly frog who coveted it. ‎

‎there was also a story of a man. of the cannibal that swallowed his heart. ‎

‎in both stories, the ugly frog and this cannibal sought for something that could soothe their empty shells. they croak greedily, and for a feast as lavish as gods, nonetheless. ‎ ‎

the ugly frog took a portion of the moon but was subdued. ‎

‎i'd like to think, that by doing so, it had fulfilled its depraved hunger. ‎

‎but the cannibal? with its animalistic desire for the man's heart? it did not follow the rules of a happy ending. ‎

‎it devoured each and every vein and downed every last drop of blood, because it believed, it could replace its broken shell. ‎ ‎

now, this cannibal is walking down the aisle, childe. ‎ ‎this cannibal stares at its next victim with the breath of its first lover's blood on its tongue. it kisses the next like a starved enigma, a broken, hollow empty shell of nothing. a looming yawn of darkness deeper than the abyss tried to swallow dust to fill its belly. ‎

‎and it's dying. it's rotting, childe. this cannibal. it yearns for the first throat it severed and wishes to sink his teeth into its skin again. ‎ ‎

but all it saw, among the seas of beating hearts, is the first that it buried. edgar allan poe once wrote about it, you see. i don't think i am far off that man in the story's fate. nevertheless, i would kiss the blood off your love and carve out my own for yours to taste. ‎

‎it won't be sweet. but you'll know it's mine. ‎

‎sincerely,

‎zhongli

cw ⨾ established relationship ◞ human!rainbow dash ◞ high school setting ◞ jock!rainbow dash ◞ lesbian rainbow dash ◞ just some tooth-decaying fluff because i just finished rewatching rainbow rocks<3

rainbow dash who, the moment sees you, loses all cool. rainbow dash. rainbow crash. more like rainbow crush! it's not a good look to her at all.

rainbow dash who's absolutely smitten with everything you do, hanging onto your every word like you're her 21st century Aspasia.

"guys, my girlfriend said eating a lot before bed causes bloating." or maybe, "she knows a lot 'cause she's an egghead. she's my awesome egghead--not as awesome as me though."

rainbow dash never loses her competitive streak. she lives for the thrill and thrives on being the coolest. but this is also the rainbow dash who's more sensitive whenever you feel a little off during your playful banters. the same rainbow dash who gathers you into her arms and lets the silence blanket over you two because sometimes, being cool is knowing when to stay quiet. that's her form of an apology for being too much sometimes.

rainbow dash who runs to you after every game she wins. forget the trophy, your smile was a victory worth conquering. she hands you her trophy, tells you to take extra good care of it, and in some sick metaphor she concocts, it's like handing a piece of her soul over to you.

rainbow dash is terrible with words, often fumbling and messing up, but trust her to show up for when it's necessary. prestige and glory was nothing to when you're there in the bleachers, watching her be sick as hell in her soccer uniform. then she hides that fluttery feeling with another cocky smirk, telling you:

"falling for me? i know, i'm so cool."

pairing: ambessa x fem!reader

She had gone on a campaign.

Again.

You were bored. Maybe a little bit rejected. Ambessa constantly poured all her attention on you. So, having the large king-sized bed all to yourself wasn't a sight you often see.

The sheets were too cold, the frame too large for one person and you just needed—

God.

You just needed her to fuck you like the world was ending tomorrow.

You needed those rough and scarred hands mapping out your body like you're the enemy line.

Pathetic, really.

The more you thought about it, the more warmth pooled between your legs.

“Fuck…” You breathed out a shaky whisper.

Easily sliding out of that flimsy satin robe, you sat up against the headboard and your hand slowly found your folds. Drool already gathered, like your body was famished for Ambessa and her thicker fingers.

You tried to imagine how she'd fuck you senseless into the sheets. Tried to create the same friction against that sensitive nub.

Moans echoed in the dark room.

Unbeknownst to you, Ambessa was already by the door, staring down at you like a predator locking in on its prey.

In her case, you were in a very beautiful and vulnerable position. Two hands frigging yourself, legs spread open, giving her an uncouth view of your dripping lips begging for something more than just slender fingers—God, Ambessa wanted to run her tongue along your slit and devour you.

“Ambessa…” You whispered with eyes closed, fingers squelching in the quiet room save for your wanton moans.

Ambessa stepped out of the shadows, her gaze lightened by the moonlight that spilled through the windows.

“How unsightly,” she clicked her tongue. That voice drawled with an accent that almost made you come on spot. Your fingers worked faster—watching, pleading. “Fucking yourself to my name, little lamb?”