kirammaniac

[kirammaniac]

Intro ˚˖𐦍˖˚ Masterlist

My name is Lynnie. I’m a butch! I use she/her and he/him pronouns. They/them is also okay.

Some of my interests include books, playing video games, and watching TV shows and movies. I like Arcane, Detroit: Become Human, Until Dawn, The Quarry, The Last of Us, and more.

I listen to Sabrina Carpenter, Billie Eilish, Chappell Roan, the NBHD, AM, sombr, Radio Company, and more.

This account is 18+. Minors, please do not interact.

Feel free to send me requests. The more, the merrier ;)

Below the cut are my works. This account is mainly smaller drabbles, but feel free to check out my ao3 for my ongoing Caitvi series.

𝜗𝜚 equates to 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅, ★ equates to 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, ׂׂૢ equates to 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, and ♞ equates to 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. more than one symbol? 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

cait

★ Fic: We Have To Make This Quick: A short one shot where you and Cait are married, and you can’t wait until you’re home to get your hands on her.

vi

★ Drabble: vi fucking you in the backseat of her friend’s car

★ Drabble: vi and how much she loves your neck

sevika

🚧

ambessa

🚧

[kirammaniac]

We Have To Make This Quick

summary: It was your hundredth business party of the year, and you couldn’t wait to get home to get your hands on your wife.

cw: 18+ mdni, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!cait, porn with basically no plot, reader and cait are married businesswomen, cunnilingus, lots of pet names, praise kink, fingering, hair pulling

word count: 1.5k

ao3 link

“We have to make this quick,” Cait rasped, her hands on your hips as you looked up at her with the neediest eyes she’d ever seen from you. You were at a business party for your shared company, the two of you in matching black dresses to show your professionalism. But professionalism was far from present when the carnal desire you had for your wife took hold.

Her plump lips found your own, enveloping you in a sloppy kiss as her fingers dug into the skin of your ass through the fabric of your dress. You groaned into it, hands on her chest as you squeezed at her breasts, the sound of Cait’s whimpers in response sending waves of heat down to your core.

You pushed Cait up against the wall, hands clawing at her front as her tongue pushed past your lips. You happily took it in, letting your tongue mix with hers in a heated dance of ecstasy as you made out with your wife. “Fuck, Cait. let me have you,” you begged, looking up at her, eyes wide and needy for her. Needier than they’d ever been before.

“You can have me all you want, sunshine,” Cait whispered in response, cupping your cheeks. You don’t waste a second as your hands fly down her body as low as they can go, slowly pulling her long black dress above her waist.

You slip it over her thighs before managing it over her torso, finally getting it off her by pulling it past her neck. You marveled at the view of her, lacy black bra and underwear that went well with her dress. The day you married Cait, you’d told her she was made for you, and it was moments like these, where she was before you as if molded by the angels themselves, that proved your point.

“Did you wear this for me, my love?” you asked. Your thumb trailed over the lace of her bra, eyes memorizing each and every individual freckle on her exposed shoulders as they had several times before. Cait smiled down at you.

Her hands secured around your waist like a lifeline, angelic blues piercing into yours. Her skin radiated in the bright light of the room the two of you had snuck away to, the smell of wine prevalent on her lips. “I did, sunshine. I wanted to look good for you,” she rasped, her finger brushing over your cheek as she caressed it.

“You’re my angel. Of course you look good for me,” you whispered, like it was common knowledge. Your hands sank downwards towards her hips and then her thighs, and slowly, like you were out of control of your own body, you got down to your knees.

Cait gasped at the feel of your heated kisses trailing up her thighs. You had the privilege of knowing that her thighs were the most responsive part of her body, and that no one could use that fact to their advantage except you. As your kisses set her skin on fire, your finger hooked into the hem of her underwear, slowly pulling them down her body.

“So fucking pretty,” you rasped out, a slight growl to the way the three words left your lips. You couldn’t help but feel possessive of your wife, even when it was just the two of you alone. “How bad do you want this, my love?” you asked, tongue teasing the area just below Cait’s aching core.

“Bad, love. So, so bad,” Cait practically pleaded with you, her hand in your hair. The mere view of you on your knees was lewd and sacred, one she could get off to if you’d let her, one she had gotten off to before. But the only thing better than the view of you on your knees, is what you do while you’re on them. “Please, love, I need to feel your tongue. I'll be the best girl for you.”

Your smile widened, nose brushing against her clit as you made your descent into her center. “I know you will, angel. You always are." 

With those final words leaving your lips, you plunged into Cait’s pussy, tongue lapping at the wetness between her folds as though she were your last meal. Cait responded by gripping at your hair, guiding you closer to her core.

“H- Honey,” Cait moaned a little too loudly for your liking, causing your grip to tighten on her thighs, fingernails digging into her skin as your tongue rubbed in small circles over her clit. You give Cait a chance, a fool’s misjudgment, really, to lower her volume on her own. But when it doesn’t happen, you’re forced to pull away.

Your thumb circled her clit as you looked up at her, your voice unmistakably dominant as you spoke. “Be quiet, angel. You don’t want anybody to know what I'm doing to you in here, do you?” you cooed, giving her those puppy eyes of yours. Sweet, but to be taken seriously.

A rosy blush filled Cait’s cheeks and she quickly shook her head. “No, honey. I'm sorry. I’ll keep my voice down,” she blushed, words shaky as you pleasure her while she speaks. You give her an approving smile, nodding.

“Good girl,” you praised, before dipping your tongue back between her folds. Cait’s back arched off the wall, but by concealing her noises with the hand that isn’t gripping your hair, she managed to lower them. In turn, you slipped your tongue inside of her, closing your eyes at the taste that sends waves of pleasure through your body each and every time.

Her thighs shook under your touch as you slipped two fingers into her heat, pumping fiercely to bring her to sweet, sweet release. You’re not one for quickies and nor is Cait, considering the fact that you like to take your time, build a slow way up to climax so that it feels all the more better for your wife. But you didn’t have that kind of time on your hands, and you had to accommodate.

“I need you to feel good for me, angel, so, so good. Want your cum on my tongue,” you whispered into her cunt, almost as if you were speaking to it and not her. Your eyes met hers once again as your fingers pumped in and out of her heat at a delicious pace. “Can you do that? Can you come for me, angel?”

Cait nodded, the red on her cheeks having spread to her neck and ears. She removed her hand so you could hear her verbal response. “Y- Yes. I can come for you. I- I promise I will,” she said, voice a broken whisper. There was that same smile of approval from you, one that truly affirms the next words that leave your lips.

“Attagirl. you’re doing so well for me,” you praised. “Now be a good girl and make a mess on my tongue, my love.” And then, with that, you delved into Cait’s pussy for the last time, tongue swirling around her aching bud as your fingers thrusted into her walls.

Cait’s eyes rolled back into her head as your name slipped off her lips, her pants filling the room as waves of pleasure washed over her. Your words and touch had her crumbling for you right then and there, her body shuddering as she came against your tongue. You lapped up every last drop, the sound of her moans and the taste of her release making you moan into her pussy.

When you pulled back, your chin and cheeks were covered in her slick, a lewd sight that leaves Cait already craving more of you. Having known this would happen, that the two of you would be unable to resist a quickie at this business party—as you usually couldn’t—you grab your since abandoned bag from a nearby table, pulling out a small towel.

You whispered praises as you cleaned Cait up, reaching the spots your tongue couldn’t tend to, and generally making sure she was feeling good before having to return to the party. Small kisses peppered the skin of her thighs before you got up, discarding the towel on the same table you got it from.

You pulled Cait’s underwear back up before helping her get her dress back on, pulling it past her shoulders, then her torso, then her thighs, in reverse order as when you ripped it off in your own haste minutes prior. You fixed her hair for her, rebraiding it and making sure the heated moment you just shared with your wife wasn’t visible on her anywhere, then pressed a kiss to her nose.

“I'm so proud of you, my love. You did such a good job, like you always do for me,” you whispered, your thumbs rubbing the now pink skin of Cait’s cheeks as you gingerly cupped them. She smiled down at you, hands coming to rest on your hips once again, rubbing circles into your skin, her eyes full of love. “I love you.”

Cait smiled at you. “I love you, too.”

[kirammaniac]

service top!vi begging caitlyn from her knees, who’s clad in the most beautiful lingerie, to please her in all the ways she knows how. the look of love, her countenance of devotion, the way her large hands caress the backs of cait’s thighs, her pink hair a mess as she looks up at her wife. “what should i do for you?” she whispers, powdery blue eyes never leaving caitlyn’s. caitlyn runs a loving hand through her hair, making sure vi knows how good she is. “make me feel as good as you can, violet. can you do that for me?” caitlyn coos. vi nods with obedience, as she always does, her plump lips latching onto caitlyn’s thighs as she kisses her way up to her poorly covered heat. vi can suck through the fabric of caitlyn’s lingerie because of how thin it is, and her tongue almost immediately finds cait’s needy clit. “fuck,” cait rasps out. “good boy.”

[kirammaniac]

Broke College!Vi cupping broke College!Cait’s cheek and jokingly murmuring, “I want to take you out, cupcake. In an expensive suit, at a restaurant I can’t afford, with the most precious of treasures on my arm. You,” as they sit in their shared dorm room. Cait giggles about how dumbly poetic her girlfriend is, how she’d count down the minutes until Vi fulfilled her promise. Years later, when they obviously wind up married—the two of them having fallen into excellent careers—Vi takes Cait to a restaurant to celebrate their anniversary. In their shared booth, Cait sitting beside her wife, she cups Vi’s cheek. “Vi?” she whispers, her eyes flickering between Vi’s lips and eyes. “Yeah, cupcake?” Vi returns, her voice a little breathy from the closeness. Even after all these years, Cait never fails to take her breath away. Cait smiles up at her. “I’m about to kiss you in an expensive dress. At a restaurant we can’t afford, with the most handsome woman in the world. You.” Violet, of course, immediately gets the reference, and kisses Cait, smiling against her lips. “Good one, cupcake. Good one.”

[kirammaniac]

vi&your neck 𐦍 — the possession alone that violet displays when her lips press against yours is more than enough to convey just how much she loves your neck. she’ll wrap one of her large handa around it, as if to remind you that you were here. or she’ll grab it when you’re being bratty—in arguments when the heat of the moment catches up to the two of you. granted, you always lose, because you need for your girlfriend simply consumes you every time she pulls this trick from her sleeve. she also loves to grab your neck when she’s pounding into you from behind, squeezing down as if her eight inch long cock wouldn’t already be enough. she’s use your neck to guide your head up to better hear your moans—or down to muffle them in the pillow as she pushed as deep as she could inside of you. she’d grab you like that when you ride her, too, pretty nipples bouncing in her face as she digs her fingers into the side of your neck, forcing you closer to her, slipping one of your swollen breasts in the middle of her lips. her grip would grow harder, innately rough as she circled her tongue on your hardened nipple, sucking like a woman in need. finally, when she’s spooning you, arm wrapped around your body as she cockwarmed you from the back? she’d thrust into you from time to time, slowly but surely just to rile you up—and, of course, she’d kiss up and down your neck all the while, sucking and licking, leaving her love marks behind while she whispers how much she loves you, how good of a girl you are, how much she loves that pretty little neck of yours. she can’t get enough.

[kirammaniac]

vi fucking you in the backseat of her friend’s car 𐦍 — you’ve always been so shy, so it took a hell of a lot of convincing to get you to come out tonight. you and vi’s friends, however nervous you had been when you met them, had had a good time. you had gone to a bar and drank the night away, which was filled with dancing and laughter. now, you and vi were in the very back of the car, two of her friends in the backseat, one driving, one in the passenger. and her cock buried inside you.

cw: 18+ mdni, car sex, semi public sex, use of a dildo, breast and nipple play, use of pet names, established relationship

ao3 link

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

vi thrusted her hips up into you every once in a while, hands on your sides as she planted small, sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck. music was playing loudly from the car’s speakers, but vi could hear your whimpers loud and clear. you looked adorable, a little tipsy and all fucked out when she had barely laid a hand on you.

“feel good, baby?” vi cooed as her fingers rubbed loving circles into your hips, lips pressing kisses to your skin. all you could do was nod, too dumbfounded to really give an answer beyond that. vi moved one of her hands off your hips to push your dress up, revealing more of your pretty ass to her—you knew how much she loved it. she runs a ginger hand over your bottom as you inconspicuously fuck yourself on her cock, her friends blissfully unaware of what was happening a mere few feet away from them.

“god, you look so good like this. so good for me, getting out of your comfort zone like you did. s’only fair i reward you, yeah?” vi rasps into your ear. her hand moved everywhere, first on your hips, then on your ass, and finally to your clit. you covered your lips to drown the sound of your moans as vi skillfully fingered where you were most responsive, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“mmm, yeah,” you can barely manage, but vi understood you and what you wanted, regardless of coherency. her free hand never leaves your hips as she helped you bounce on her cock, eventually snaking her way up your dress to yank your bra down for her own access, and rolling one of your nipples in her fingers.

your expression says what the words failing your lips can’t, as your eyes roll back into your head, lips splitting open in pleasure. one of vi’s friends, jayce, who happens to be driving the car, paused his singing when he caught your face in the rearview mirror, a teasing, but oblivious, smile on his face.

“hey, vi, your girl okay? she’s looking a little bit…” he doesn’t finish, leaving his words up for inference. vi doesn’t freeze, or pause what she’s doing. no. she fucking smirks.

“she’s okay. just needs her girlfriend. doesn’t she, baby?” vi asked, shamelessly so.

embarrassment creeps into your veins at the publicity of her comment. your cheeks filled with heat, you mumbled a slurred, “yeah,” loud enough for vi’s friends to hear, before burying your face into the crook of vi’s neck, and, for only her to hear, whispering, “vi.”

vi’s friends chuckled cluelessly—they must have assumed it was only a joke. which couldn’t have been more wrong.

vi presses a kiss to your forehead before her friends go back to singing and smoking and whatever the fuck else they’re doing—you’re too fucked out to care. but once they do? vi’s thumb is back to rubbing your clit as she forcefully fucks her hips up into you, sensing how exhausted you are.

“god, you are such a good girl, huh? just for me, yeah?” vi coos.

you nod. “just for you. just your girl,” you whisper back in response. you crane your head to press your lips to vi’s, kissing her sloppily and drunkenly, not like she minded. her hand rolls your nipple like it’s her last day, quick and fast and lewd, as you moan like a whore into her lips.

when you pull back, vi’s smirking. you’re about to speak again before vi suddenly yanks you almost fully off her cock, before slamming you back down, going much faster than before. it takes every ounce of self control you have not to scream right there, because, god, was she a fucking tease.

“vi, fuck, shitshitshit,” you whine, eyes going blurry as your own desire overwhelms you. vi doesn’t seem to care for how hard she’s making this for you, because she pounds into you like she’s more desperate than you are—and maybe she is.

“so loud, baby. no music and everyone would hear how wet your fucking cunt is. not like i want to share you anyways,” vi says, hand moving to give some love to your untouched nipple, rolling over it and squeezing down.

“pussy’s so fucking tight for me, baby, fuck. can practically feel you clenching around me.” your brain is too foggy, too muddled to verbally respond, but you’re sure the small whimper that escapes your lips suffices, because vi realizes immediately what’s about to happen. “oh. s’my baby close?” vi asks, and you know damn well she doesn’t need an answer from you to know what you’re going to say.

regardless, you nod, your next words leaving your lips in a broken manner. “fuckfuckfuck, vi, i’m so close, s’close, please,” you’re babbling by now, growing more incoherent by the minute.

again, not like vi needed the words.

she pushes herself inside you, making you take her deeper than you ever have before, pressing her middle and ring to your aching clit as she fucks into you.

“yeah, baby? gonna be a good whore and cum for me? gonna cum for your girlfriend?” and she has you.

you’re unraveling in seconds, burying your face into the crook of vi’s neck for the final time as her name falls off your lips over and over again, the sound muffled, as waves of pleasure crash over your body.

your figure jerks as you feel yourself cumming, spilling all over vi’s cock. you can hear vi chuckling as you come down from your high, and when you pull your face out of her neck, she presses a small kiss to your forehead, before pushing her fingers into her mouth. you watch, body aching from your own need, and let a whine escape your lips as you watch vi suck her fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

she pulls you off her cock once all’s said and done, fixing you and your dress before allowing you to sit on her lap once more, her hands around your waist. butterfly kisses pepper onto your skin as she dotes on you, holding you close to her chest. you smile as you wrap your arms around her neck, her heartbeat in your ears.

“you’re my girl, baby. you know that?” vi coos, cupping your face in her hands. “my girl, and my girl only,” she says. like you needed a reminder.