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Omg, I loved your Cassandra stepmother one. Could you maybe do a Cassandra Kiramman stepmother where she finally gets her hands on the reader after she catches the reader sneaking out? So she teaches us obedience. Like (spanking, fingering, overstimulation)

Punishment with StepMom!Cassandra K.

part of the STEPMOTHER AU

pairing: stepmom!cassandra k. x fem!reader

synopsis: cassandra finally confronts you about your habits of sneaking out

warnings: smut, stepcest, dom!cass, sub!reader, legal age gap (r is mid20s, cass is early50s), overstimulation if you squint, fingering, edging, cass is mean, no orgasms, cass judges your outfit once and slut shames you-ish, brief praise at the end

note: Thank you for the idea anon! I did not intend for it to get so long, oh well... might as well turn it into a full fic. I lowk just popped off and yapped here, don't even know if anything makes sense T-T Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

words: 1.7k

Whenever your father was gone for business trips, you had the liberty to throw parties in the grand mansion to get wasted and high, and best of all, get fucking wrecked by a gorgeous woman (or two). There were no consequences whatsoever; the house staff kept their mouths shut and only helped clean your mess. The old man didn’t care what happened in the house during his absence; all he expected was to see that no trace of your debauchery remained within the walls whenever he returned. However, your infamous parties ended when your father married her. 

StepMom!Cassandra wouldn’t let you see the light of day if she were to see you throw another one of these fucked up gatherings, especially not after witnessing you get passed around like a blunt one evening. She was quite strict with you, even more than your biological mother was: no drinking, smoking, weed, or even flirting with women. She expected you to behave like an angel after you got caught. What the hell is her problem? But her presence didn’t deter you from living your life, you merely needed to change locations without her knowledge, which was even better: more room to do more foul shit. 

…until she caught you sneaking out one night.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” You froze when you heard her voice, your body tensing over the open window of your father’s study (the only place he had prohibited Cassandra from entering, and she broke that rule because of you). Her tone held no malice or disappointment, only disbelief at your obliviousness, so transparent she could read you like an open book. You were too obvious, too eager for an escape, to notice her watchful eyes, her moles.

You turn to face her petulantly, red creeping up the apples of your cheeks, embarrassed at being found in this compromising situation. Sadly, the window was now closed, barring you from your freedom and the cold wind of the night sky. Cassandra was still fully clad in her politician outfit, while you…

“I don’t suppose you plan to go out looking like a cheap slut, darling,” the older woman tuts, looking you up and down, her slow footsteps toward you made your blood run even colder. “Might as well wear nothing with that skimpy outfit of yours,” she continues condescendingly, and suddenly, anger rose within you.

“Easier access for the girls,” you retorted with a scoff, adding an accented “I suppose” to mock her. You ignored the sultry pet name that rolled effortlessly out of her mouth and the way your lower belly churned with heat. Something about how her accent gets thicker whenever she’s mad is so… so… arousing. 

However, Cassandra did not like that comment at all. She has had enough of you fucking around, quite literally. This is not how a daughter from a prestigious family should act, especially not when you are now associated with the Kirammans. 

You need to be disciplined, Cassandra decided, not because she had been fantasizing about it, of course not, she has a real reason to: you can’t be embarrassing her like this any further. She needs you to be obedient, someone who only looks up at her, who needs her carnally, and only her, because you belong to her, a fact you have yet to be made aware of.

It was easy, really, to bend you however she wanted. A tight grip on your hair and a bruising kiss with sweet nothings whispered in your ear. She got you under her thumb just like that—hook, line, and sinker. The older woman didn’t think it would be this easy. She expected resistance and foul language, but maybe you were too surprised to fully comprehend what your stepmother had done. After all, the pristine and regal Cassandra Kiramman wouldn’t normally involve herself in such debauchery. 

Yet, you… It was all you. You have to pay the price for what she has become, don’t you? It’s only fair that way.

Cassandra couldn’t care less about the mess you both have made in your father’s office, with files strewn all over the floor like glitter, or how many women around your age he had fucked on this very mahogany desk. She might as well take advantage of the props while he’s gone, yes? She can see the horror on your face at the thought of getting caught fooling around in your father’s private space. You don’t need to worry, however, as your stepmother will take care of such matters; all you have to do is be pretty and obedient to her, and more importantly, take whatever she gives you:

Edging your tight, little cunt with her gloved fingers.

The older woman basks in your warmth and proximity, bouncing you on her lap as she sat on your father’s chair, your pussy taking in her digits with an obscene squelch at every movement. It was music to her ears. Your bare figure was also a sight to behold, a display of the power imbalance between you as she remained clothed. Finally, she has you wrapped around her finger; her needy slut. 

You’ve lost count of how many times she has edged you. The sensations you felt were too much as her free hand and mouth roamed your body. Her lips sucked and bit at every possible opportunity while her fingers pinched, pulled, scratched, putting her claim on you as she should have done a long time ago. Fuck, she was so good at it too.

“Hng.. Please— Please let me cum,” you plead, using your arms to cradle her neck in hopes the intimate gesture would coerce her into letting you get what you wanted. You’ve never been edged this many times before, and without your control. It’s quite humbling and humiliating to be completely helpless against your father’s woman, rutting on her fingers like a bitch in heat, desperate for release as though you’ve never been thoroughly fucked your whole life (and perhaps it’s true).

A curl of her fingers was all you got as you continued to hump her. Can’t Cassandra give you some mercy? Your legs are about to give up from how they trembled, making your movements sloppy. A groan of frustration left your lips because how could she render you in this state? Babbling and crying like a baby. Cassandra didn’t even move her fingers inside you; every friction of pleasure came from your own ministrations, and it was frustrating. But your anger couldn’t remain, especially not when the hag looked like that: aroused by the very sight of you.

“I can’t allow that. This is your punishment, is it not?” Cassandra mutters huskily, her voice a tad deeper as warmth courses through her veins. Her breath was hot against your bare chest as she chuckled at your whines. You were too adorable.

“No, no! I’ll be good, I promise!” The interjection came as soon as she denied your release. The older woman loves your desperation, your reliance on her to let you orgasm. It’s visible with how you cling onto her, hands trembling with need as you grip her shoulder and hair as you nuzzle into her neck. It only spurs her to tease you even more, to train your body that she is the only thing it needs. She will ruin you for anyone else, that way, you will always come crawling back to her like the desperate slut you were. 

Relief floods your entire body as she finally starts moving her fingers instead of acting like an idle dildo for you to hump on. No one has ever fingered you this good; maybe it was the countless missed orgasms that made you enjoy her long, nimble fingers, but she’s hitting the spots you could never reach or thought existed. 

“Hm, yeah, just like that… suck in my fingers like a greedy whore…” She can’t deny the high and fuzziness you have fed her mind. This fever is driving her sick with pleasure. She hasn’t enjoyed anything sexual in a long time, so much that she could come untouched, and she might do just that from how wet her fingers were, how your cunt clenched and fluttered around them. 

The rubbing and pressing on your spongy spot was driving you mad, making your body tense with each thrust, and the sudden groan Cassandra lets out as you pulled her hair only encourages your journey to release (It seems she’s rather fond of receiving pain herself).

You were so close, you could practically reach the top, and then, nothing, leaving you convulsing on the older woman’s lap. It takes you a moment to register the emptiness inside you before sobs from another stripped orgasm fill your dearest father’s office. 

Cassandra was so mean.

“Hush, now… I never said I would let you cum, darling,” she coos, adjusting you on her lap as you sink into her, your grip on her no longer bruising as you hiccup from your relentless tears. Her gloves were now discarded on the floor, making you shiver in her arms as she caresses you with her bare, withered fingers: one soothing your back while the other stroked the back of your head as she pressed kisses on your temple down to your neck and shoulder. “You have been far too naughty for me to let you off the hook so easily. Perhaps I will consider a reward for your obedience when you have learned your lesson.”

Something about her gentle touch provides you with an unfamiliar feeling of comfort, you had not realized you craved it until she came along. It was rather soothing and lulling, almost motherly in the wrongest ways possible, yet you didn’t care. Cassandra wanted you, and maybe caving into her desires might not be impossible, no matter how twisted this relationship has become.

“Nevertheless, you were so good to me tonight, sweet girl.”

Your stepmother’s sultry voice was the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep slumber.

ps: I would like to have written that she would carry you back to your bedroom, BUT I hc that the woman cannot lift you bridal style without pulling a Viktor (snapping the spine ykyk), so you two are stuck in the office. It’s nothing about you at all, no, no, you’re perfect, her arms and back are just a tad too weak for lifting shit (except for her goddamned rifles) and I love her for that.

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Volleyball with the Kirammans | KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU

CollegeStudent!Caitlyn would beam whenever you came to watch her volleyball matches. She would see you situated on the bleachers, keeping to yourself as your eyes wandered in interest (and perhaps slight confusion if you weren’t familiar with volleyball mechanics) while the crowd cheered around you. It brought the younger woman pride and eagerness to impress you with her skills as the captain and main setter of the team.

You were her good luck charm, dedicating each point they scored to you, and her heart fluttered every time you flashed her a proud smile, of course it was only directed at her. When the team was going through a challenging match, she would find your stressed expression endearing because you cared so much about something she found trivial. The glow of amazement in your eyes whenever she set the ball or served (and sometimes spike) was something she wished to etch in her brain permanently. You were so expressive, wearing the truth on your face unlike many others, and she loved you for it. However, the bliss didn’t last long, especially not when her mother got involved.

LawProfessor!Cassandra happened to attend one of Caitlyn’s games out of the blue — something she never did because she didn’t want her daughter to continue her volleyball career after high school. Caitlyn, of course, was sure something was at play and she suspected you were involved. Her smile had never faltered so quickly at the sight of her mother tailing you as you looked for seats. She didn’t like how the older woman sat too close to you on the bleachers either, there was plenty of space to create a respectful distance, but nooo, Cassandra had to rub in the proximity between you. No one would bat an eye because they knew you were her TA, and if they did, no words were said as it was obvious that you belonged to her. It was the unspoken gossip on campus.

Caitlyn’s blood fumed at the satisfactory expression on her mother’s face. What was the older woman up to? The distraction cost her team a few points, and it started to take a toll on her teammates. Now was not the time to be petty and jealous, she couldn’t embarrass her team and herself, so she tried to focus on your presence only, her good luck charm, and the point gap lessened. However, something nagged at the back of the younger woman’s mind. Were you sick? You were hot and bothered from her view on the court and it wasn’t a particularly hot day today either. Worry started to wash over Caitlyn’s expression… then her gaze flicked to her mother.

Oh.

That sly old hag– The older woman was aroused. It was clear now: your poorly masked trembling, flinching, and feverish disposition. It was a telltale sign: Cassandra plugged you with a vibrator. In public. At her daughter’s volleyball match. And she was teasing you with the controller. Fury overtook Caitlyn. How could her mother do this? Was this revenge for fucking you first and mocking her for being a coward? She wanted to peel that victorious smirk off the older woman’s face. It only fueled the younger Kiramman to go on a rampage, breaking the college milestones and winning the match with a large point gap, as adrenaline and jealousy coursed through her veins.

Instead of celebrating at the end with her members, Caitlyn watched how her mother cradled you in her arms as you silently came while the crowd rejoiced, unaware of the dirty act that had occurred. With this, the (petty) war of who would monopolize you had just gone into a different and more dangerous route.

A/N: No one asked for this, but it popped into my head. Also, I know Caitlyn is mostly, if not always, associated with basketball with the fics I read, but I think she would be pretty good at volleyball too, she is a decorated woman after all ;) Cassandra got her revenge and how she did it was FREAKY. They're gonna have a freak off smh, poor reader.

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step…step mommy cassandra…why hasn’t this been thought of before

STEPMOTHER | Cassandra Kiramman

cw: stepcest

StepMom!Cassandra can’t believe she’s attracted to her husband’s daughter. She shouldn’t be; it was unethical and unlike her… Let’s say she usually didn’t lust for her stepchildren from previous marriages and that your type didn’t typically warm her bed. Cassandra enjoys secretive, sophisticated lovers, not reckless, bratty ones like yourself. Still, she couldn’t get a hold of herself.

When you first met, she found you… difficult to say the least. Despite that, you were a young, beautiful thing. It’s quite clear you disliked her, maybe even hated her, because how dare she replace your mother? That isn’t what she was trying to do, however, especially not when she has no romantic interest in your father — Heavens, no. Obviously, this marriage was a farce with all the younger women he saw behind the public eye, but she knew you were all up in your pretty head to comprehend that. Nevertheless, Cassandra should be peeved �� feel disrespected and unwelcomed — by your behavior as you were a grown woman who acted like a petulant child, but she felt none of that.

The older woman grew too fond of you and wanted you all for herself, but of course you were an entitled brat, refusing to hear her out when she tried to get you out of your bad habits. She wanted to believe her motherly instinct caused her attachment, but she knew in the back of her mind that it wasn’t that simple. She found thrill in fantasizing about putting you in your place, and fucking obedience into you no matter how wrong it was… But Cassandra would be happy to do so, after all, she was your stepmother, and it was her duty to take care of you… in more ways than one. 

A/N: (STEP)MOMMY CASS!! thank you for the genius idea anon <3 she exudes composure but shes anything but inside... this isnt smut (I hope that's okay anon) but maybeee if yall can picture a scenario specific to this AU that would help a lot bc brain isn't braining anymore T-T all I write is so repetitive merhuerug please read the rules if you are going to send something in my inbox. That would be greatly appreciated!! (reader is in her 20s when they met btw)

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MORE CASSANDRA PLSSSSS 🫶🫶

YESSS Those cassandra tags need to be filled with more cass content!! Im happy to do so, currently combatting my writers block and procrastination to serve yall some food ;)

(LAST one from 2024... yall im so sorry)

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i love your second cassandra fic sm 😭

MWEHEHE I literally put my heart and soul into writing those letter ficlets Im glad you enjoyed it!!

(This one is also from a while back T-T)

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i love ur fics so much it gives me the pain I want to feel☹️🫶🏻

Awee thank you!! I try my best to make the reading enjoyable (and painful) :>

(This was from my inbox from a while ago I apologize for only replying now... Im still getting used to doing this T-T)

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Please make a fic about the "Kiramman sandwich"..IM BEGGING..

Not a full fic but here is a small scene!

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Office activities with the Kirammans | KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU

LawProfessor!Cassandra can’t believe her daughter’s audacity. How could she touch you like that without her knowledge or permission? You belonged to the older woman the moment you met on your first day as her TA. She had planned everything meticulously to make you want her as much as she wanted you. From her light touches, sultry tone, close proximity, and hooded, wanting gaze… It was the perfect spell to bewitch you.

Cassandra was patient and prudent, especially considering the power balance and age gap between you. Everyone on the campus knew of your hold on the usually composed professor, and decided not to meddle in Cassandra’s affairs. It was clear that you were off limits. Still, her endeavors were in vain as CollegeStudent!Caitlyn snatched you from her mother’s grasp with little effort, recklessly marking you as hers with her bruised kisses on your skin. It was a painful and irking sight to Cassandra. It should’ve been her marks, not Caitlyn’s.

“I already have to deal with news of you sleeping around like a starved woman. You have girls at your beck and call, so why choose my TA of all people?” the older woman hissed, brows knitting together in frustration and suspicion. Her voice echoing in her soundproof office on the campus. “I had set my eyes on her long before you knew of her existence. Spare her of your nonsense, Caitlyn. She is mine to keep.”

“Yet I was able to bed her first,” Caitlyn snapped back, a hint of mockery and 100% sass in her tone as she stood her ground. Despite being shorter than her daughter, Cassandra still commanded the room. Caitlyn was no exception but would gladly go against her mother because she wants you too. “And I am serious about her, Mother. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, I’m sure you can sympathize with me for once.”

Translation: finders keepers, losers weepers.

The Kirammans continued to bicker over their ownership of you, almost forgetting the faint buzzing and constant muffled whimpering in the corner of Cassandra’s office. Then their eyes land on you after hearing a loud groan. 

Ah. Right. 

How could the two women divert their attention and act like petty children when you were there blessing them with your sinful song? Perched on one of the older woman’s couches, panties and pants discarded on the floor, and only your bra and unbuttoned blouse remained, your legs quivered as a vibrator wand attached to your thigh abused your angry, swollen clit. All the while your hole was clenching around nothing as cum oozed out onto the couch. Exquisite.

Desire shot through Caitlyn and Cassandra at the sight of your tearful and blissful expression, lost in pleasure as you tried to writhe from your binds. Your jaw is sore from the gag (courtesy of Cassandra’s tie) and your pelvis hurts from your legs being forced open by ropes tying your ankles to your thighs. Even your wrists were tied too.

The older woman tries to compose herself as her breath hitches at the masterpiece she created. You were utterly beautiful as you looked up at them pleadingly. For what? They didn’t know. Yet, it was a sight to behold, and Caitlyn agrees with the bob of her Adam’s apple. Suddenly, the office’s atmosphere becomes charged with lust and need. 

Perhaps they could share you just this once. They can settle for a temporary truce, yes? 

A/N: Not a full fic as requested but something is something right… (forgive me) The shorter it is, the more food I can serve. Still, glad you beautiful people enjoyed the last one. This can be read as part two or as a standalone. I need a different scenario or two with this AU now bc it feels like I’m writing the same thing…

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KIRAMMAN SANDWICH | Cassandra K. + Caitlyn K.

CollegeStudent!Caitlyn knew she was up for a long lecture rooted in hurt and envy. The growing darkness in her mother’s irises told her so. That being said… Was it cruel for Caitlyn to find pride and accomplishment in seeing LawProfessor!Cassandra’s appalled expression upon the sight of fresh hickeys that decorated your chest? And yet part of her felt like a disobedient child when she saw the tinge of hurt that flickered in her mother’s eyes and the trembling grip she had on your unbuttoned blouse.

After all, Caitlyn had slept with her mother’s precious TA, and the woman Cassandra had come to cherish since her separation from Tobias. The younger Kiramman may have gotten to you first, but the worst thing was that you caved and allowed Caitlyn to take you. (Cassandra would have to teach you a lesson later after dealing with her greedy, insatiable daughter.) It was unfortunate for the older woman, really, Caitlyn had won this race fair and square. It was her own fault for caring too much about her status and age gap to make the necessary moves to claim you before her daughter did.

You spent most of your time by Cassandra’s side at her beck and call and yet… Caitlyn. Cassandra will not let this loss hinder her pursuit of making you hers once and for all. Caitlyn knows she had only been lucky and her mother wouldn’t let her get away so easily next time, but it doesn’t mean she would make things easier for Cassandra either. It’s clear as day that the Kiramman women wanted you and did not like to share, they truly are “Like mother, like daughter.” 

A/N: Do you guys want more of this au/idea? (I sure do but I need ideass *ahem* inbox is open *ahem* pls read the rules first) I want them both pls

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MASTERLIST !!

ARCANE

IN MY DREAMS | Cassandra Kiramman

THE KEY TO HER HEART | Cassandra Kiramman

KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU | Cassandra K. + Caitlyn K. (+18): I , II , III

STEPMOTHER AU | Cassandra Kiramman (+18): I , II

GENSHIN IMPACT

USED | Ningguang

THRICE THE SPICE | Inazuma's Big 3 (+18)

CAGED BIRD | Ningguang (Dark, +18)

IN HEAT | Yae Miko (+18)

MEETING | Ningguang (+18)

LETTER | Signora / Rosalyne

LITTLE ONES | Ningguang (+18)

HONKAI STAR RAIL

MARRY YOU NOT | Serval Landau

BR33DING | Yukong (+18)

MARVEL

LOST YOU | Natasha Romanoff , Pt. II

FORGET AND FORGET | Wanda Maximoff

"STEPMOM"'S FUN | Wanda Maximoff (+18)

MISCELLANEOUS

I OWE YOU | Wednesday Addams

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THE KEY TO HER HEART | Cassandra Kiramman

PAIRING: Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader

CW: angst with a hopeful ending?, spoilers for season 2 act I, canon divergence, in Caitlyn’s pov, no dialogues (except one), mentions of death, mentions of reader being married to a man and having children with said man, mentions of pregnancy, mentions and implications of being in the hospital deathbed, tragic-ish love, 1950s Hollywood inspired in terms of homosexuality-ish, mentions of homophobia, back in the old day women are expected to marry a man, they kept their love for each other hidden until the end, reader is also a matriarch of her own family like Cassandra, most likely ooc Cassandra and Caitlyn

SUMMARY: Caitlyn receives the Kiramman Key to unlock knowledge privy to the Kiramman matriarchs. She also unlocks a memoir of her mother’s past, specifically with the person she loved the most through old photographs and unsent letters.

A/N: I realized a lot of my published work is composed of the “letter narrative” as I call it and this one has a bunch. It’s similar to my first Cassandra fanfic, the only difference is there’s death and grief involved. I have yet to finish the season, but her funeral and the memorial were hard to watch. I miss her so much. 

A/N (12/11/24): Reading it while listening to “I Can’t Hear It Now” by Freya Ridings/Arcane on loop is a whole other experience...

WORDS: 2,669

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

When her father handed her the Kiramman Key her mother wanted her to have, Caitlyn knew she was truly gone. She was now the leader of House Kiramman too soon, without the guidance of her mother, Cassandra. It was a position she deemed unworthy of, but her mother reassured her of the merit of her birthright. Only when she thought her relationship with her mother would progress, the world decided to strip that opportunity from her. 

Filled with grief, loss, and vengeance, especially after the attack at the memorial, Caitlyn decided to view what her mother had in store for her. First, it was the presentation of the ducts, the toxic air in the fissures contained by her mother’s instructions, allowing the people of The Undercity to breathe. She could use the passageways of the ventilation system and the Grey to locate Jinx, dismantle Shimmer, and neutralize any agents still loyal to Silco. Second, was a drawer of letters and photographs in a compartment at the bottom of the desk. It had nothing to do with the Kiramman Clan, but something to do with her mother’s personal life when she was younger.

The drawer seemed to be a memoir, maybe something left to be forgotten as dust covered its contents. Everything was held together with twine, completed with a battered tag, showing how old the letters and photographs were — possibly older than Caitlyn herself. She gently grabbed the bundle of memories in her hands, flipping the tag over to see what was written, the ink smudged by droplets. It wrote: My old love, in Cassandra’s handwriting. Her mother had a lover? 

Caitlyn swore her breath hitched when she untangled the twine to reveal the secrets Cassandra carried. She wanted to see who her mother loved so much, that she had a collection of their time together, but she wasn’t expecting several photographs of you to appear. After all, you were her mother’s childhood friend, her closest companion and confidant. 

It was clear in Caitlyn’s eyes that you two had a platonic relationship. Did she read it wrong? She saw you as an aunt, a second mother beside Cassandra; she never realized that her mother loved you romantically. This doesn’t make sense. You had a husband and children of your own, just like her mother. You and Cassandra would get together and gossip about your spouses and children. She had proof, she had accompanied you two when she was a little girl on several occasions. What did Caitlyn miss? What was kept hidden?

Did her mother love you more than her own husband? What about you? Did you love Cassandra too? Caitlyn flickered through the photographs, putting the letters aside for later, it was clear her mother was devoted to you. She never imagined her mother would ever use a camera to capture your beauty throughout your shared life. It felt uncharacteristic of her to do so, to have her mother be deeply in love with someone other than her father. 

Now that she thought about it. It seemed like Cassandra changed when you passed away. Gone was the warmth she wore on her sleeves as she became distant and even more stubborn, pretentious, and selfish, perfecting her façade as a politician. She now realized how her mother tried to tone down her grief during your burial, to appear as if she only lost a good friend. Caitlyn was too entangled in her own emotions of also losing you to realize how deeply your sudden death affected her mother. She was still too young to comprehend how you died, Cassandra never told her. It was too painful to recount.

Maybe all this time, Cassandra was still grieving your loss till the day she died, having failed to protect you and prevent your death, so much so that her efforts were transferred onto Caitlyn so she could avoid the same fate. She started to understand her mother’s actions a little more, not that she condoned them after the seclusion and restriction she felt all her life. Her mother meant well, even if it hurt. Cassandra didn’t want to lose Caitlyn as she lost you.

After observing each photograph, soon came the letters. Caitlyn skimmed from the oldest letter at the bottom pile to the newer ones at the top. These words were never meant to see the light of day, never meant for someone else to see, especially not you or an outsider like Caitlyn. She can’t believe how raw the emotions she felt from her mother’s words. Caitlyn cannot do justice to her mother’s letters by explaining their contents. You simply had to read them to feel Cassandra’s love for you, but you were gone, unaware that your dearest friend saw you as her whole world even if she could not display her heart at her sleeves due to the societal expectations in the past.

Caitlyn saw smears of ink in many places, making it hard for her to comprehend the smudged words, but she knew her mother cried writing and possibly reading them. These letters were a diary, a collection of paper with words akin to a symphony of her love for you. Caitlyn wondered if you were aware of Cassandra’s feelings and simply did not comment on it, or if you and her mother shared the same situation, loving each other in the shadows as your respective families were in the spotlight of attention.

Was writing letters something Cassandra did in her free time? Because there were so many, it would take Caitlyn some time to skim through all of them. It felt like an invasion of privacy, but maybe her mother wanted someone to know her feelings unless this parcel was supposed to be discarded before Caitlyn took over as the Kiramman Clan Matriarch. Still, Caitlyn couldn’t help but go through it, you meant a lot to her too, and she felt the connection between you two that had faded since your death years ago. The world had taken you and her mother too early, Caitlyn only had her father left, hoping his grief for Cassandra wouldn’t make his life wither and leave her too. 

The letters started with Cassandra realizing she loved you; appreciating your beauty from inside and out. She expressed in detail the moment she knew she was in love, from how her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as your hair blew in the wind, the purple petals from the grand ivory-barked tree swayed with you. Caitlyn recognized it was the sacred place she and her mother shared near the fountain on the outskirts of the city, a place where they never argued and remembered your presence together.

“...We went to the place you enjoyed the most, Y/n. I came to share your love for this park because you were always there with me. I never thought you would take my breath away like you had today. You were beautiful, you have always been. 

Today felt different, however. The sight before me was something that came out of books. The wind picked up and your hair danced with the purple petals that floated around you. Your smile directed at me made it seem like I was in a fairytale my mother used to tell me as a child. It was a sight to behold, and I knew then and there, that I had fallen in love with you...”

The following letters were short, but filled with admiration and love. Cassandra appreciated you in many ways Caitlyn never knew in each letter, expressing her appreciation for everything you did, your character, appearance, and how you treated her. Her mother was so youthful, so happy whenever she was with you. It broke Caitlyn’s heart when the letters started to take on another tone; one of loss and hopelessness.

“...Why must society be this way, my love? Why am I prohibited from loving you the way you deserve? I am shackled by these expectations placed upon me, and I’m ashamed that I have to hide in the dark to be able to express my love. I’m a coward for not throwing everything away so I could love you publicly. I wish to have you by my side, to call you my lover, my beloved wife, without the consequences of society. I was overjoyed when I realized you loved me too, but it pained me that you were also hiding your love. You were as careful as I was with concealing how we felt for each other. Do you know that I love you too? I wish for you to know, but I’m scared of putting you in danger.

I wouldn’t know of your feelings if not for the day my parents announced my engagement. You had shown a crack of your true self from your poised façade. It pained me to see the sullen expression on your face. You tried to hide your turmoil, but I knew the news broke you as much as it did me. I wanted to cup your face and hold you in my embrace, to feel your warmth against mine as I whispered words of love, saying that we would still have each other as our duties befall us. 

I wanted to kiss your troubles away, but I did not let myself get carried away with such intimacy. Any hint of something more as friendship in anyone’s eyes would lead to forced separation… I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry, Y/n, but I need to build distance between us to avoid suspicion. Please forgive me… I despise myself for being powerless to protect you from the pain I would cause you…”

Caitlyn read the following letters, Cassandra expressed her guilt for keeping you at arm's length when all she wanted was to have all of you, to be with you the way you both wanted, but such a thing never happened when the two of you started your own families. She apologized in many letters as she realized how you started to pull away from her. Caitlyn tried her best to decipher the smudged words that filled the loose paper. Her mother didn’t want this, didn’t want to pretend she felt nothing for you other than a platonic friendship, that she didn’t love you. It was cruel. 

There was a large time gap between the letters. Caitlyn decided that her mother tried to focus on her duties as the Kiramman Matriarch and her relationship with Tobias by severing her attachments to the letters. Cassandra must’ve been carrying Caitlyn somewhere during this time, not wanting the memory of your relationship with her to cause stress and emotional turmoil during her months of pregnancy. 

The letter that followed was something close to reconciliation even if the distance was still there. You and Cassandra must’ve accepted the fate of your separated lives and decided to continue what was remaining of your friendship. Caitlyn was surprised she was the catalyst of this event. 

“...I was nervous about meeting you again after months of no contact, Y/n. I didn’t know what to expect after you distanced yourself from me. I still remember the pained expression on your face when I told you we shouldn’t see each other anymore. I never hated myself so much for being the cause of your pain. I have never done anything but hurt you. So, I was in disbelief when you easily agreed to the invitation I sent out of the blue to meet Caitlyn. 

You must’ve laughed at my audacity for wanting you back after pushing you out of my life, that you only agreed to this because your kind husband convinced you so. I hate to say I’m relieved you have wedded a respectful man. I know you are safe in his hands when I can’t be there to do the same. 

I was faced with an impassive demeanor when you arrived at the Kiramman residence, and I didn’t know if our friendship could be salvaged, but when you held Caitlyn, I saw a glimmer of love shine in your eyes. The smile that broke from your façade when you cradled my daughter with so much care made my heart swell at the sight. Then you met my gaze, and it felt like that day in the park all over again. I knew I was still in love with you, and you felt the same, even as our love dwelled in pain and loss because of the world we live in…”

The last letter on the pile was tattered compared to the other ones. It was difficult to understand because of the ink smudges, shaky handwriting, and teardrops… Caitlyn knew what this letter was about and could see how her mother struggled to write this one. The unshakeable grief that filled this page hurt Caitlyn. This must’ve been the fork Cassandra faced when she decided that writing more letters would only cause her more pain than solace as she thought about you.

“...I failed you, my love. I failed to protect you from your curiosity and compassion for The Undercity. The world was too cruel to take you from me, our relationship had only begun to blossom its fruits. The time we spent rebuilding what was lost… How could I sleep at night, knowing I could’ve prevented your death? I will never be able to live with the guilt of hurting you even until your last breath. 

I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve been more open-minded about creating the ventilation system for people of the fissures. Was this the world’s response to my selfishness, to take you away from me? I feel so empty without you, the grief is tearing away at me. I couldn’t bear hearing Caitlyn’s cries when I told her you would no longer be with us to spoil her, to love her like your own. 

Everything that happened to you is all my fault. No amount of apologies would bring you back, but I am so sorry, Y/n. The Grey I could’ve contained with my influence and resources ate at your life, poisoned your lungs, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

It tore at my heart to see you fighting for your life, hooked to machines, but everything was a lost cause when the grip of your hand on mine loosened and lay limp between my own. Your eyes became distant and empty as the light in them faded, but you still held the smile I fell in love with, muttering the words I longed to hear for decades: ‘I love you, Cassandra.’ I couldn’t respond in time, I failed to say that I love you too… because you were already gone… 

I promise I will let the people of The Undercity breathe, just as you had wished, my love…”

Caitlyn now understood why her mother completed the project. She did it for you. It was a grand and equally dangerous project that took many lives and resources to complete, and here Caitlyn was, planning to unleash the gas that killed you to look for a criminal who killed her mother and many others. 

After reading the letters, Caitlyn wondered several things. Would her mother be happy again, now that she has reunited with you in the afterlife? Would she be able to express her love after hiding her true feelings for you for so long? Caitlyn hopes she can because she knows how much her mother was alive when you were around, even in moments of joy and sadness. She wanted her mother to be happy again despite the pain in her heart that she was no longer there with her and her father.

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Meanwhile…

“I finally got to see you again, my love… Oh, how I missed you so… My life was never the same when you left… I can’t believe you’re back in my life… and in my arms… I love you too, Y/n… I love you so, so much, dearest.”

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IN MY DREAMS | Cassandra Kiramman

PAIRING: Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader

CW: angst BUT bittersweet ending, old people wlw (Cassandra is in her mid-50s and reader is in her early 50s), tragic-ish love, 1950s Hollywood inspired in terms of homosexuality-ish, mentions of homophobia, give them a break they’re both old people stuck with regrets and customs of the past :( I guess you can say they’re both closeted, but Cassandra’s sexuality isn’t labeled she just loves reader, sort of 2 perspectives: first one is reader, second is a mix of both but mostly Cassandra’s, both are too depressed and heartbroken to notice their love is reciprocated, back in the old day women are expected to marry a man, reader is also a matriarch of her own family like Cassandra, most likely ooc Cassandra

SUMMARY: Cassandra loves you back, and you love Cassandra back: A confession made after decades of mutual depressive pining.

A/N: It’s giving Evelyn and Celia from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in a way, I don’t know why. I’ve been hyper-fixating on one of the Arcane milfs, Cassandra Kiramman, and Arcane in general lately. Don’t get me wrong, Caitlyn Kiramman is a FINE woman. I love her and her girlfriend, Vi, too, but her mother is for me to ask for her hand in marriage. PLEASE ONE CHSNCE. Oh, and I hope you shed tears as I did writing this, and if you haven’t figured it out, yes, this is based on the song “In My Dreams” by Red Velvet. I suggest you listen to it on loop while reading. Immerse yourself, dear reader. I want tears shed suffer like I did h/j (not really). Anyway, enjoy!

WORDS: 2,169

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“In my dreams, you love me back,” is a mantra you’ve said to yourself all your life when you met her as a little child yet exposed to the harsh reality of the world. Her name was Cassandra Kiramman, the young scion you knew was now the head of her clan and a respectable Councilor of Piltover. 

Those beautiful blue eyes still shined with ambition, pride, and even greed, but you never thought of her differently for those qualities, rather, you respected them as they helped her become the woman she is today. Her graying hair and the fine lines on her features prove the years she has been on the top, something you were never able to achieve, but that’s okay because she still kept you around, her childhood best friend. 

You don't know why, but you’re grateful. You were nothing compared to her, with only your family name keeping you afloat. Yet, that family is not comparable to the Kirammans, the family you wished to be part of because that would mean you belonged to her, something you’ve always wanted but will never have. 

It's tragic, really, for the woman you love only regards you as a dear friend, either blinded by her ambitions to notice or never pointing it out despite knowing. You hoped it was the latter, to let her know you loved her, to let her acknowledge your love and devotion even if she would never reciprocate them because you were only a friend. Nothing more can happen between you two, especially not when she has a family of her own with a husband and daughter.

Caitlyn was someone you considered your own, having been present in her life since she was born. You remember the first time you saw her in Cassandra’s arms. The little one grasped your gloved finger with resilience, smiling up to you with the same blue eyes her mother owned; the same eyes you fell in love with. She grew up to be a stark contrast to her mother in terms of personality despite being the physical copy of the woman you love. However, stubbornness is what they share and you find it endearing. 

What would life be like if you and Cassandra had children as lovers? But that wouldn't happen. Never in a million years, never in the multiple lives you lived and would live in. Despite the one-sided love you share, you will always love her, even if it hurts more than any physical pain could inflict on your body, because "In my dreams, you love me back." 

You would settle for friendly love, something strictly platonic, a rock Cassandra can lean on in a time of need, even if your mind told you multiple times it was time to stop, that it was time to let her go and move on to live a happy life where she wasn't your world. But it’s difficult when she was your world when she was the one who gave you light. You couldn’t let her go, and now it has been decades, facing a reality far different from your dreams.

“Do you still plan on getting married?” Cassandra asked out of the blue, a cup of tea in hand, clasped between nimble gloved fingers in the privacy of the Kiramman residence garden. She had prepared your favorite tea, personally brewing it to your liking just to see that satisfied expression on your face.

Cassandra studied your features to see how time had treated you with your graying hair and fine lines. You still looked as beautiful as the day she first met you when you two were children. A glimpse of your bright smile had rocked her world as a young scion, who focused on nothing but her duties for the future. The way your eyes now crinkled with wings when you smiled, she found it endearing.

She wanted to remove her gloves and reach out to feel your cheeks with her bare hands, to feel the warmth of your skin on hers and brush it so lovingly with her thumbs as she pressed her forehead against yours, but she withheld her inner turmoil with a masked expression. Touching you so intimately felt inappropriate considering you two were only good friends.

You raised a brow as you placed your teacup on the saucer, setting it on the table. A small amused chuckle left your lips. “What do you mean? I fear I’m too old to marry, Cassandra. If you’re worried about who will inherit my clan, I assure you, my niece is more than fit for the role. Even if I did marry and have a child, the little one would be far too young and inexperienced to carry such a burden on their shoulders,” you say with a smile, and you miss the way her lips frown slightly at your answer. 

Cassandra watches as you sip your tea, the way you elegantly hold the cup and present yourself before her with manners unmatched by royals is sickening. The person before her was not the same person she knew and fell in love with years ago. Who was this? Where was the person who always brought a smile to her face and made her heart swell? Why did it feel like you were slipping away, despite your proximity?

She had been contemplating these questions for the past three decades. You had built barriers around yourself, and even she couldn’t get through them to see the real you and what you were feeling. She didn’t want the woman she loved to hide behind a mask, but she never dared ask because she was scared. She was scared she couldn’t help you, she feared that her love would drive you away with disgust and contempt. 

A woman loving another was unacceptable when you and Cassandra were younger. You two have seen the consequences of people who tried to fight for it. It was seen as crude and you two were both heirs to your respective families. She couldn’t risk tarnishing your family name and your safety, and she couldn’t risk her position, that would mean she would never be allowed to see you again, so she kept you close as much as she could without raising suspicion, but she also kept you at an arm's distance albeit reluctantly. 

All Cassandra needed was to be by your side as much as she allowed herself. She yearned for more, but that would be selfish, that would mean disregarding your privacy and space, and she was seen as selfish since she was on the Council, but she would never put herself first when it came to you. 

“I don’t think you are too old, and yes, I am worried about who will succeed you, but… that wasn’t why I was asking,” Cassandra said carefully and averted her gaze onto her tea, the liquid reflecting her face. She saw the creased eyebrows on her features, and how her eyes seemed to have glazed with unshed tears. She can feel your curious gaze on her and she blinked profusely to calm her eyes. She didn’t want to worry you for suddenly crying. “Are you not lonely?” she asked as she looked at you expectantly and the way you smiled felt like a knife to her heart. It was rueful and she hated it.

“I don’t need to marry to avoid loneliness, Cassandra,” you say. “Marriage was not something I particularly wanted, though it was needed to keep appearances but I survived as a spinster. I was surprised Mother didn’t nag me too much for not finding a husband and bearing children. May she rest in peace. Father didn’t really have a say, but he told me that marriage…” You look into her blue eyes. “…wasn’t the only thing that binds you to the person you love.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened at the revelation. What you said was true, that truth was what allowed her to marry Tobias and have Caitlyn with him for the clan’s sake. But the way you gazed into her eyes, it felt like those words were meant for her. She couldn’t be seeing things, could she? Times have changed… Would it be okay for her to say it? To hope that you love her like she loves you? She steadies her breath and places her teacup and saucer on the table. It’s now or never. 

If she can’t say it at least once in both of your lifetimes, does she even deserve to love you? 

Cassandra could feel your gaze as you watched her with furrowed brows when she suddenly discarded her gloves and stood from her seat across from you to stand by your side. Her heart was hammering in her chest when you craned your head to look up at her as she towered over your sitting figure. She could tell you were confused, maybe even shaken, when she just stared at you, but she saw how you widened your eyes when she slowly and gently cupped your cheeks with her bare hands and stroked the apple of your cheeks with her thumbs. 

She saw part of the real, old you in your usually guarded eyes, it gave her a flicker of hope and her lips started to tremble when you didn’t push her away and instead placed your hands on hers. She had wanted to hold you like this the moment she realized she loved you. 

“Cassandra, what are you—” you say with worry but you cut yourself off when you see the tears that swelled in her eyes. This wasn’t like Cassandra, the normally poised and dignified woman you loved. It reminded you of the rare times she would become reckless like Caitlyn when you two were younger. 

She never told you, but those were the times she felt the most human, not because she didn’t have to put up fronts, but because she could be human with you without judgment and expectations and show herself to the person she loved, albeit having to limit herself from her insecurities.

“I never told you this, I couldn’t dare let you see this side of myself, but I can’t keep it hidden anymore. I have dreams I think about all the time. In my dreams, there was you and I…” 

Cassandra paused and averted her eyes from you by lowering her head, gazing at the necklace she gave you as children with a pendant that matched the color of her eyes to keep a part of herself with you at all times. She can’t believe you still held onto it after all these decades. Did you cherish it that much?

“...We were lovers. In that world, I could love you freely without the duties and expectations placed upon me and the judgment of the world. In that world, I could call you ‘my wife,’ ‘my dearest,’ and ‘my love.’ I could be by your side to love and dote on you. We would have as many children as you wanted and have little versions of ourselves running around the Kiramman or your family’s residence. In that world, we would grow old together, watch as our family grows, and leave a mark of our love even as we take our last breaths…

I love you, and… In my dreams, you love me back.”

Cassandra hadn’t realized she was crying until your hand cupped her cheek, your thumbs wiping the falling tears. Your touch was so tender and she leaned into it, to the warmth of your hand, and hesitantly met your gaze. 

Oh.

You were crying too. She didn’t want you to cry. It pained her to see you so hurt and in tears, but you were smiling, it was a smile she hadn’t seen in forever, the smile she fell in love with. She was taken aback when you stood from your seat and brushed her silver hair to the side before pressing your foreheads together, your noses brushing each other’s. She closes her eyes when you do and basks in your proximity and warmth, her arms encircling your waist. Her heart swells when you speak.

“I also have the same dreams, my love,” you say, resting your hand on her shoulder as you continue to stroke her cheek with the other. “In my dreams, you love me back. I never wanted to wake from them, and I prayed that you would stay forever so that we would be happily forever after.”

You never knew she also felt this way and that she would admit her feelings for you, it makes your heart flutter. You may never have each other exactly like you would want in both of your dreams, but the admission that she loved you back was all that mattered, and you can tell she felt the same which puts a smile on your face, the smile she always brought to your face when you were children. 

“I love you, too, Cassandra. I’m happy my dreams have come true.”

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LITTLE ONES | Ningguang

PAIRING: Transfem!Ningguang x Fem/Afab!Reader

CW: smut, angst, fluff, unintentional baby-making (or breeding) at first, unprotected sex, readers is ill but illness is unspecified only that pregnancy is a risk, a lot of pet names ig

SUMMARY: Ningguang has been wanting children of her own, but she must hold her desires back during a night of pleasure, or does she?

A/N: I cringed and almost got sappy writing the fluff part but whatever, I barely do fluff for a reason. Also, this is my first post of the year :> I wrote and posted this past my bedtime, excuse my mistakes…

WORDS: 1,928

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

There are rumors that Lady Ningguang had a soft spot for children. You can confirm that. The children of Liyue Harbor adore her just as she adores them. She had a motherly side, giving the kids irresistible sweets to see them smile. Of course, Ningguang gains something in return, but being around the little ones relieves her from her duties and the harsh business world. 

Ningguang isn’t the Tianquan of Liyue nor a ruthless businesswoman. She was merely a friendly elder sister who mingled with the common folk, and the children were the only ones who could give her that satisfaction without calculating moves — unless creating schemes to get the most sweets from her counted.

You can see joy in your lover’s eyes when she sees the children light up whenever they see her and receive delicacies. You remember the kids almost fighting each other for Ningguang’s head pats and praises for doing well in their missions (informing her about the latest news in the Harbor). 

There was a time when one of the children accidentally called her ‘mom’ instead of ‘big sister.’ Ningguang wasn’t fazed and instead responded as if she were their mother. It was such a wholesome sight that it brought you to your countless dreams of having her own flesh and blood where you lived as a happy family. 

The conversation of having children has yet to be brought up, but Ningguang’s eyes say more than her lips can. Even if she mastered the art of putting on a perfect facade, you can see through her. There is a visible glimmer of longing whenever she’s with the kids; it makes your chest ache.

Ningguang wants to have children with you. She does. She wants little versions of yourselves running around the floating palace and experiencing what it’s like to become a mother. But she holds back. She stops herself from painting your womb white, risking getting you pregnant. She doesn’t want you to carry her child, even if a baby bump on your tummy would make her heart swell from joy. 

You always blame yourself for preventing your lover from getting what she desires, for your weak disposition makes it a risk of surviving childbirth. You were already struggling with your illness. It was a gamble she didn’t want to take. But she doesn’t know you would gladly give your life to your little one because you have been wanting children with her as well.

It was a night of pleasure. Ningguang’s hips thrust into yours, her girthy cock stimulating your slick walls. Manicured nails created light crescents on your thighs as she gripped them for leverage, slowly losing herself in the song of your moans and whimpers harmonizing with the squelching created where you two are connected. 

You were ravishing in her hooded eyes, clawing onto the sheets below you, and tears rolling down your cheeks as pleasure coursed through your veins. Only Ningguang can see you like this. But her eyes subconsciously dart to your belly, imagining something she mustn’t. She longs to touch your empty womb — feel your skin on the pads of her fingers — but it will only indicate her want, and she doesn’t wish to make you solemn in the midst of pleasure. Unfortunately for her, you knew everything a long, long time ago.

“I want to embrace you,” you say, albeit interrupted by grunts from the ecstasy between your legs and your lover’s pleasured disposition. Ningguang slowed her ruts, complying with your request and letting go of your plush thighs, opting to grip the soiled bed sheets as you wrapped your arms around her neck, her free hand holding your waist. 

Your lover was a sight to see. Tinted cheeks and hooded eyes — a woman lost in pleasure — which juxtaposed her usual professional disposition. Ragged breaths and relentless pounding made her seem desperate to bring you to your peak as if she were a servant pleasuring her master — and she was because everything she did was for you, all for you, even if it meant denying herself something she wanted all her life.

Ningguang could feel herself at the edge of the newfound angle as she resumed her previous pace, ensuring you were comfortable. Her body tensed and shivered at how you moaned in her ear, bringing her senses into overdrive. But she must contain herself. There have been many times when her reasonings almost slipped between her fingers, but she always triumphed in gaining control.

Your bodies hugged every part of each other’s skin, her chest against yours, erect nipples rubbing against each other. She held you close, kissing your forehead, down along your jaw, until they settled on leaving bruises on the crook of your neck as a form of gratitude for taking her so well. 

Nails clawed against Ningguang’s back as you bucked your hips to meet her thrusts, back arching, and your throat now sore from your sinful noises. You were beginning to writhe under her, subconsciously wrapping your legs around her waist, your walls fluttering against her cock.

“I’m close,” you moan, your body trembling as if preparing for your upcoming orgasm. Fingers clutched into Ningguang’s hair, pulling her into a passionate kiss where your tongues languidly danced against each other. Her lips swallowed your sinful noises until a string of saliva stretched between you two as your lips reluctantly parted to heave for fresh air.

“Me too, my love,” she huffs, hips stuttering, her tip on the verge of spilling her load. Her open-mouthed kisses littered your neck and shoulders once more. A sultry, airy chuckle left her lips as she maintained her pace, guiding you to your climax. She dared not change her pace and edge you, not tonight. 

The deep, moderate thrusts of her girth drove you insane as the veins of her cock pulsated against your walls. You felt so full. Ningguang's praises and constant rutting brought you to your peak with a high-pitched moan of her name. Her back would be displayed like a canvas the next morning from her dress, showing your love hold with scratches and brushed crescents.

Her free hand slithered from the soiled sheets to your sore clit, rubbing it with her thumb to elongate your orgasm. A flash of white clouded your vision as a white ring coated the base of her cock as you came, further lubricating your walls. You became a huffing mess as you recovered from your high, but Ningguang has yet to cum, and you’re overstimulated. 

Ningguang became rather impatient now, she could feel her release edge on the tip of her cock. But she has to cum on your stomach. She tapped your thigh once — an indication for you to let go so she could pull out — but you refused. Another gentle tap soon turned into a slightly painful grip as she tried to unwrap your legs forcefully.

“Release your legs, now, dear…” she whines, grunting and fingers twitching from being denied of her high as she slows her thrusts. “I can’t cum like this,” she says, but her heart says otherwise. The tone of her voice shows how much she’s holding back. 

“Yes, you can.” You counter with a smile, arms unwrapping around her neck to cup her face, and soothingly rub her cheeks with your thumbs, feeling her porcelain skin under the pads of your fingers. A hearty, tired chuckle left your lips when she leaned into your touch. “Why don’t you indulge yourself just once, hm? Doing it once doesn’t guarantee anything, Ningguang. Please?”

Ningguang’s thrusts slowly halted as she felt a change in the lustful atmosphere. She presses your foreheads together and closes her eyes. “I can’t take that risk, we both know that…” she sighed and suddenly you see a pair of scarlet eyes pleading at you. 

“But you want to — to take that risk — and there’s nothing wrong with that, my love.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes as Ningguang avoided your gaze, eyes now looking elsewhere. “Hey, look at me,” you urge and gently tilt her face toward you. “It pains me to see you like this, dearest. I…I shouldn’t have brought it up, especially right now. I’m sorry.” 

Guilt washed her features as you spoke. Was her longing so obvious? It didn’t mean you needed to give her a child. But your face expressed genuine want, no fear or hesitation in your eyes. However, you were frail, and she didn’t want to risk losing you and the baby. Ningguang can live without children of her own but she can’t live without you. 

If only she had an option to have both.

“No, don’t I apologize, my love. If anything, I should apologize for making you feel like you needed to give me children to make me happy,” Ningguang starts, giving you a sad smile, eyes downcast as she still ignores yours. “You make me the happiest person in the world, and having a family is only a bonus. I can’t force you to make any sacrifices. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You weren’t forcing me to do anything, love, and I appreciate that. I want to start a family with you, dearest. I’ve always had. You would make the best mother in the world,” you hum, pecking her lips before resting your forehead against hers. “Whatever happens, happens in the future and we will tackle them together, alright?” 

“How did I deserve you?” Ningguang says with a smile, her heart leaping from your words, still, her stomach churned from the unknown future. It was a bittersweet feeling. Scarlet eyes observed your tired face. You see hesitance in them, but they expressed want. 

“You deserve everything in the world, my love.”

Her smile widens and gently kisses you before holding your hips for leverage as she starts to pump her hips in and out slowly. “Push me away if you change your mind,” Ningguang starts, pushing the damp, stray hair from your face. “I don't wish to force you.”

“I won’t. I want all of you.” 

“Mama! Mommy is being mean to me!” a child whined, pouting as tears of frustration were apparent in their scarlet eyes as they ran toward the bedroom. “She doesn’t wanna share Mama with me!”

Ningguang follows them, hiding an amused smirk with her hand. It was fun to tease them, even more now that they’re in the ‘possessive of mama’ stage.

“Now, now, little one, your Mama might be asleep,” Ningguang said, but it was too late. The door slid open with so much force that you woke up. She grimaced, giving you an apologetic glance.

“Teasing them again?” You say groggily but flash a small smile as you lie on the bed’s headrest. The little one immediately clinging to your side with a smirk. “This teasing is all too frequent…” You pretend to ponder before your eyes light up. “Are you perhaps envious, dear?”

“I am not envious,” Ningguang said almost too quickly, but she narrowed her eyes at the cheeky child before her, clearly showing off by scrunching their nose and sticking their tongue out. 

The audacity for them to mock her.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” you chuckle before patting the spot beside you on the bed and cradling your belly. “Why don’t you two come here? I could use some cuddles.”

The child beams at your words. Nothing can be greater than cuddles. “Mommy, can I be in the middle?” They say, looking at Ningguang for permission.

Ningguang’s heart swells and she smiles. 

“Of course, my little dove.”

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[shenachigans]

BR33DING | Yukong

PAIRING: Transfem!Yukong x Fem!Reader

CW: smut, breeding (duh), sexually pent-up Yukong, brief mention of jealous Yukong, implied workers with benefits, bottom female afab reader

SUMMARY: Yukong eventually succumbs to her desire to breed you.

A/N: I haven't done her story quest (I can't bring myself to huhu) so I'm not sure if her backstory is accurate. Also, wow, it took me a while to write for another HSR character. Think of this as my peace offering before I disappear again ;>

WORDS: 443

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

As someone dedicated to their position, Helm Master Yukong is restless from her duties. But then she met you: someone who could wash her stress away in seconds. Your presence lifts her grumpy mood whenever things don’t go as planned, a habit from her past as a racer. 

You allow Yukong to use you as she pleases, letting herself indulge in your body as she wishes. She loves how pliable and obedient you are for her pleasure. Oh, how your mouth and hands artistically moved around her cock until your face and tongue got covered with her stringy release. 

Yukong, however, did not indulge herself in using your pussy. She had reasons you didn’t know, but she did make it up to you. Like you, her tongue and fingers were her instruments, pleasuring your nub and drooling hole. Calloused fingers grazed your silky walls as she fingered you on her lap in the comfort of her office. Foxian tongue brushed against your cervix as she made you sit on her face during work hours.

Your reactions were a sight, and your moans were music to Yukong’s ears. Not only would her ears and tail twitch, but her cock also. She has not made it known to you, but it was her forbidden desire to breed you — wanting to paint your walls white and fill your womb with her cum. She would only stop when you’re pregnant with her pups. But such a desire wasn’t in your agreement, for she refused to tell you about it.

As a former Starskiff racer, Yukong was prone to let her emotions consume her. She desired to win every race she competed in, but it was a greedy desire. She did not win every race. Thus, anger and impatience gained control in those moments. After all, she was a young foxian back then. If she were to let herself use your pussy, it would become a problem. Her desires were strong, and your flower was bait. Indulging herself in such would only make her lose control. Then again, self-control has its limits.

Yukong lost her composure when someone threatened to take you away: another hungry foxian setting their eyes on you, slowly whisking you away with their presence. Only then would she act upon her instincts and do as she desired. No one would dare steal you from her when you’re pregnant with her pups. The feeling of your pussy around her cock was euphoric. She had never been so drunk in pleasure. The way you clench your walls suffocated her length, milking her cock dry as if you were silently pleading for her to make you hers. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this format! Please do tell me if you would want more fanfics written like these :)

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