caitlynsrighteye

[caitlynsrighteye]

Hey, I'm the person who asked for the gala engagement and other request (one more smuty) and I wanted to say thank you, it was exactly what I thought thank you so much for writing this I loved it

Also I would like to be an anon of you too, can I? I would like to identify myself as 🌟

By the way, congratulations on the 300 followers🥰💕

ON MY KNEES U GUYS R SO CUTE AND SWEET IM HAPPY 😸😸😸

Welcome 🌟, im glad you're sticking around

Thank you for the request and thanks for reading, i appreciate you all, have a great day♡

[caitlynsrighteye]

omg,, im that anon that sent you the request for your "Morning Wood" fic,! glad you liked the request. i always loved your writings on caitlyn [our] wife,, :3 i have more where that req came from. fluff,? nasty smut,? angst,? mix? u name it

can i also be an anon of yours too,,? OwO

i might send some requests with this -> 🌱 if that's okay,,? but only when u r not bombarded anymore with the already existing reqs you have to do.

have a nice day/night,,!!

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AHHH I LOVE U! Welcome 🌱, my empire is growing! all hale Caitlyn Kiramman stans😩😩😩😩😩 i look forward for more reqs

Thank you sm! Have a great day♡

[caitlynsrighteye]

I've reached 300 followers, thanks yall this is crazy since i started in January🙀❤️

[caitlynsrighteye]

heya! may i present to u,, -> sleepy cait × sleepy!f!reader but both are also very much horny but too tired and too comfy already to have sex,,

the solution? cock/strapwarming (whtever you like on your caitlyn),, then soft lazy morning sex,,

Are we the same person? I had this idea the other day. Thanks for the request 😩😩

Morning Wood

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: keeping the Kiramman cock warm, g!p, SMUT, fluff, wlw, soft sleepy sex with cait x fem!reader, established relationship, cowgirl, missionary

wc: 2.2k

Masterlist

Your eyes twitched open. You blink a few times for your pupils to adjust to the morning daylight seeping through your curtains.

A yawn escapes your lips as you try sitting up. You prop yourself on your elbow while laying on your side, bringing a hand up to wipe some drool off the corner of your mouth.

You went to bed way too late last night. The feeling of exhaustion and fatigue coming back to bite you in the ass.

After rubbing your tired eyes with your knuckles, you look to the woman who was resting on her back right front of you.

Your wife. Disheveled navy hair sprawled on the pillow case below her head, her lips slightly apart revealing her gapped front teeth, sage green comforter keeping her lower half warm, and long legs that almost reached the end of your guys' shared bed.

A sight to hold dear, too. Mornings to enjoy with the rare occasion of you walking up before her. She has worked day and night, providing and keeping the streets of Piltover safe, and now you had her sleeping in after another long night.

You caught something in your peripheral, a poke in the sheets as you sleepily admired the deep slope of her nose.

You turn your head, and you see it. A tent risen underneath your bed covers, directly above Caitlyn's groin.

You had unintentionally licked your lips. Wettening the chapped surface before looking back up at her resting peacefully.

"Poor baby," you whisper. Placing a little peck on her cheek before climbing lower on the matress. Face meeting the small exposure of her naval from her ridden-up white tanktop.

You kiss the soft peachy skin of her lower stomach. Fingers slip under the hem of her shirt for better access to her skin. Lips graze and kiss along her toned abdomen. Her nipples are shown through the fabric of her shirt, hard from the coolness of the air.

Her shirt now moved all the way up to her collarbones so you can take the closest nipple in your mouth while her other is played with and tugged on with your hand. Your palm squeezed the plush of her tit gently with your thumb flicking at the hardened bud and your tongue performing the same motion.

Caitlyn slowly became restless under your touch. A muffled groan rumbled in her throat. Her expression squinted with each flick and grope to her breasts.

Still half asleep, she manages to say, "Love," in a raspy voice. She takes one of the many pillows that align the top end of your bed and covers her face with it. "T'is too early," you remove your mouth from her slobbered up boob and sush her softly. Watching her core flex when you reached under the covers and into the peak of her underwear to hold her hard length in your hand, taking it out from its fabric enclosure.

Slow, gentle strokes along her shaft. Feeling every vein and the bump of the mushroom tip. Thumb and pointer finger joined at the small slit, taking her precum and spreading it down the parabola curve like a steep hill of her pretty pale cock. (DAMN, sorry continue)

Face still under the pillow, you watch her chest heave in quick shallow breaths, while you jerk her. Once her dick is all slippery and glistened in her pre, you let go of her to bring that hand down between your legs.

Cascading through the waistband of your panties to feel the slick seeping from your needy hole, spreading your arousal all over your inner lips. You sigh from the feeling of your fondling fingers. Slipping them out of your underwear after you're coated in your bodily fluid.

You let out another yawn, a reminder of how tired you feel, but you're just so wet to ignore and a morning erection to take care of.

You lazily swing a leg over her. Rolling your weight onto hers, chest to chest as you sit comfortably on her. You push your hips back till your immense heated center is met with her lubricated member. Like a hotdog in a bun. A blanket keeping it warm.

She hisses from under the pillow when you begin to grind against her. Her hand came up to the feather stuffed cloth to put pressure against her face to muffle the sounds she was making.

After a moment, you slowly lift your hips, using your hand to guide her cock head to your entrance for it to intrude easier as you sink down on her lap. Softly exhaling the further you go.

The tall woman underneath you takes the pillow away from her tired features to gasp. Back arching slightly as your insides take its time to squeeze her inch by inch.

"Shit," she breathes out, tossing her head back on the pillow like she just wants to pass out and sleep for a few more hours.

Your thoughts exactly. You don't move, only lay while you're wrapped around her, arms and cunt. You had hoped to wake her up with some good sex, but you also had a late night. You both didn't get much sleep. Your mind was foggy and your limbs were still not awake yet.

So you just cuddle close to her, head under her chin. Reaching behind you to pull the blankets over your bodies. The warmth of her delicate breasts against yours, breaths syncing as one. She wraps her arms around you, hugging you closer and enjoying the heat you radiated off each other.

"Let's just stay like this for a bit, yeah?" You earn a lazy nod from your cerulean-eyed wife and a groggy, "Mhm," as you feel her chest rise with a deep sigh before falling back down. You and Caitlyn both drift to sleep. Warm and comfortable in each others grasp while also being sexually intertwined with one another, being as close as you two could possibly get.

-

You feel your insides move, or rather something moving your insides. Something fleshy, 7.5 inches and girthy. Slow, deliberate thrusts, very slow, while the side of your neck is being devoured in soft pecks.

A quiet moan escapes your lips as you try to wake up and process what's happening.

Oh, right. You were laying on top of your wife, who looked as if she'd woken up just a few minutes before you. During your sleep, you managed to dig your face in the crook of her neck for further warmth with the bonus of her lavender scented hair.

Caitlyn's placed a few small hickeys along your neck. Her hands cupped the rounds of your ass, her cold wedding ring sending chills on your hot skin with her knees at a slight bend to help motion the thrusts of her cock that was still hard and aching within your tight seeping cunt.

Her strokes were long and deep, taking her time while you sighed softly into her ear. A high-pitch whimper exiting your famished throat.

Your arms were acute at the sides of her head, fingers gripping onto the pillow she rested on.

She inhales deeply underneath you. "Always know how to take care of me in the morning. Right, darling?" her pace is steady. Her tip found your g-spot and repeatedly grazing it delicately. You moan sweetly against her shoulder.

The time has been long forgotten or even acknowledged at this point. You both couldn't care less.

"So soft and warm around me—" she lightly groans, "ah~ I love you," the whisper in your ear sent jolts down your spine, arousing something deep within you. You slowly begin rocking your hips to meet her own.

You get up from the crevice of her neck to look at her. You're met with pink blushed cheeks. Beautiful ocean blue eyes with tired droopy eyelids. Her forehead slightly damp from the closeness of your bodies.

"Good morning, lovely," she closes the distance between your faces, planting a soft peck on your lips, uncaring of the dragon breath you both probably have, from the procrastination of your usual morning routine. You hum in content, returning the gesture with a kiss to her lips and all around her face, admiring every inch of her facial surface.

"Good morning," You pull away, holding your upper weight with your palms against the queen-sized mattress. Your ass completely sat onto her lap, grinding your hips to feel her buried deep inside your stomach, tip just kissing the edge of your cervix. Her knees straighten when you ride slowly. She watches you from her position, hands on your thighs, hissing under her breath when you rock and squeeze around her just right. Your face aimed towards your bedroom ceiling feeling euphoric from exhaustion and the stretch of your pussy.

You sit up straight. Your hands keep you balanced on the front of her ribs. Leaning your head back down to watch her like how she was with you, pure adoration and affection. Watching her blue eye pupils dilate.

You rotate your hips clockwise while one of her hands comes up to ride under your loose top to play with your tit. Cupping it easily in her dainty hand. Your shirt rolled up on your chest just like what you had done with hers.

The stimulation coming from your breasts, down to the penetration between your legs felt heavenly. The love of you and your wife, completely becoming one with the slow and prolonged pleasure, was ecstatic.

With wearied limps you do your best to bounce on your wife's cock. The need to get her off, exciting you out of feebleness. She groans from below you, playing with your bouncing tits while your pussy rides her girth up and down.

Your moans grew in octave when her cock head hit you right in your most sensitive spot, which you try to target everytime you ride.

Caitlyn's hands leave your breasts to hold your waist, guiding and helping you with your momentum.

"Oh, shit," she says raspily when you flex your core, tightening around her. With her help, you were able to quickin your pace for a couple of minutes. She shuts her eyes and digs the back of her head into the pillow. Chest arching up as she's about to cum. "Fuck baby."

Your chest collapses onto her, kissing her lips while continuing to grind on her shaft. Your clit exploring the trimmed patch of inky pubes right below her naval.

Her toes curl, and you feel her warm release ooze inside of you. The white sticky fluid gushing from your cunt and down her dick, coating her aching nuts.

You moan inside her mouth, tongues clashing together while you grind your clit on her and press your g-spot against her tip. Your stomach forming knots before your own satisfying orgasm.

Convulsing on top of her with her arms holding you close by your waist. Her soft hands petting the most skin of your back. Soothing and calming you from your high.

You stay seated on her for a moment so you both can catch your breaths before she wraps her arms all around you and flips you over onto your back. The sheets refreshing to the touch.

Caitlyn leans her body weight on you. It's comfortable, relieving. As if protecting from you from all danger. Her face within the space of your neck and shoulder, bear hugging you close as if you'll fade away if she departs from you.

Her cock never left your slicked folds, avoiding the cold air that would for sure soften her up.

For a cozy moment in your partner's arms, she pulls her cock out half way before slowly inserting back in. Earning a small squeal from your lips.

She does this repeatedly. The slow movements allow you to take over time, as if it wasn't moving, from how long you two could go.

Your room smelled of sweet, passionate sex. The sounds of the bed gently creaking, subtle contact of her skin meeting yours and the wetness of your soaking cunt swollowing and sucking her big erection.

Your legs hold her around her waist while your arms are around her neck. The closeness satisfying the intimacy.

With each gentle flick of her hips, her pelvis bumps your clit. "Oh, Cait—ah," she fills you up so well that you could stay like this forever.

"Cait, I'm gonna cum again," She lifts her head to smooch your lips. "Yeah? I'll cum with you darling. You're so gorgeous," you feel another knot. Cunt gripping her hard when you finish for a second time. The kisses never stop when you both cum. Her thrusts start to slow to a complete still of her hips.

Her cock softens inside you. Though finished, your lips still sucking each others faces. Soft, slow, and intimate kisses. Unneedy, just two people in love.

The navy headed woman leans away and cuddles close to your chest, pecking at the area. "We should get ready for the day now," she says.

"Stay with me for a few more minutes, baby, please?" She couldn't bring herself to say no to you. Ever.

You and Caitlyn lay in bed, cuddling close like you've been all night and morning. Enjoying the company of each other in your arms, dozing off unexpectedly.

Man, it looks like you're never going to get out of this bed, aren't you?

Note: cute cover photos for a dirty scenario🥴 had these picked out for another fic, but somehow ended up w different ones for that fic and these were left out, so might as well.

Thank you again for sending me the request, i hope i was able to serve💃

Thank you for reading. Have a great day♡

[caitlynsrighteye]

I have so many drafts and new requests, i could literally kiss you all, thank you for enjoying my stuff♡♡

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[caitlynsrighteye]

Cherry's Masterlist 🍒

Caitlyn

Drabbles:

Height difference

Academic rivals

Marriage of convenience

"Mr. Todd" tiktok trend

Sitting in Caitlyn's lap

Caitlyn when you fail a test

Caitlyn when you're feeling insecure

pirate!Caitlyn and mermaid!reader

doing Caitlyn's hair

roommate!Caitlyn hcs 🔥

roommate!Caitvi hcs

Full Fics:

Silk Ribbons and Captured Hearts - Caitlyn x girly girl!reader

"Yes, Princess" - princess!Caitlyn x lady in-waiting!reader 🔥

Blood, Sweat, and Queers - gym!Caitlyn x pilates princess!reader

Academic Rivals AU

Again & Again (part 1)

On Thin Ice (part 2)

Vi

Drabbles:

but she's not yours - smutty angst 🔥

roommate!Caitvi hcs

Full Fics:

Labyrinth Series

Chapter 1: Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind

Chapter 2: Never Trust It If It Rises Fast

Chapter 3: Uh-Oh, I'm Falling in Love

Chapter 4: You Would Break Your Back to Make Me Break a Smile

Chapter 5: The Plane Was Going Down

Sevika

Drabbles:

Full Fics:

pitfighter!Sevika 🔥

[caitlynsrighteye]

Love, Sweat, and Queers

gym!Caitlyn x pilates princess!reader

cw: 2.6K words | gym AU, meant to be s2 act 2 Caitlyn, hints of sun x moon dynamic, reader is a cute pilates princess, she also works there, Caitlyn does NOT want to be there, then she meets you and it's allll better, Caitlyn/Jayce sibling dynamic, mutual pining, confessions, title is like blood/sweat/tears but WLW VER.

"You can't be serious, Jayce." Caitlyn scoffs at him.

She strides into the gym as if she's annoyed to be in the presence of sweaty strangers and loud machines. Which she is. She has no issue with public gyms, but she just can't understand why she would go to one when she has all the exercise equipment she could ever ask for at the Kiramman manor.

"Oh, relax," Jayce rolls his eyes in response. "I didn't want to go alone. Besides, you need to get out of that house every so often."

"What?" Caitlyn huffs, her posh accent prominent in her indignation. "I get out quite enough, thank you."

Jayce has a point, though, and she knows it. She's been locked up in her office ever since her mother's death — ever since Ambessa had come into the picture. She needs to get out of her office, even if it's to a gym that she has no reason to go to. Now, having broken up with Maddie a few weeks ago, she also needs to be surrounded by people other than the Noxian warlord on her shoulder.

"Cait," Jayce sighs, swinging the main door open and gesturing for her to walk through first. "Just trust me, okay?" And with that, he enters behind her and makes his way up to the front desk.

The front desk where you are sitting.

"Hi," you smile, all bright eyes and cheerful tone. "Go ahead and swipe your membership card on the scanner in front of you."

Jayce swipes his card, returning your smile. "I have a guest with me, today."

"Okay," you nod, typing something into the computer that sits on the desk in front of you. "How many?"

"Just one."

"Perfect," you hum, grabbing the receipt as it prints out and sliding it across the desk along with a pen. "We do have a small fee for each member that brings a guest, so if you'll just sign here. Is she a first time guest?"

Jayce taps Caitlyn's shoulder, motioning her forward from where she had been looking around the building. "Yes, she is."

"Oh, hi," you beam another smile as her eyes lock onto yours for the first time. "I'll just need you to fill out a form so we can make sure we have your information."

"Ah—" Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat. The way you're beaming up at her, so sweetly that it's almost innocent, steals the words from her lips. You're really cute, she notices. "Okay, sure."

You reach under the desk to grab a form before handing it to her over the desk. "Just fill this out and then you're all good to use the gym."

Caitlyn merely nods, forcing herself to not glance back up at you as she answers the questions on the paper. She's done in a minute or two, sliding the form back to you, earning yet another smile. "Perfect, you're all set," you tuck the form into one of the drawers in a cabinet under the desk.

"Thank you—" Caitlyn trails off, lacking your name.

"Of course!" You glance between her and Jayce. "Let me know if you have any questions."

"Yeah," Caitlyn responds, almost dazed as she follow Jayce away from the desk and fully into the gym. The moment Jayce heads off for the leg extension curl up machine, she's right beside him. "Who is that?" she whisper-shouts: enough to be audible in the loud building without being overheard.

"Her?" Jayce sets his water bottle down, stating your name like it's obvious. "She works at the front desk a few nights a week. Don't think she lifts much, but I've seen her doing pilates sometimes."

"Is that so?" Caitlyn murmurs to herself, casting a sidelong glance back at you. She doesn't notice Jayce as he begins to work out, too preoccupied with thoughts of meeting you again. Preferably when you're not checking her into a gym she doesn't want to be at.

Well. She didn't want to be at. That's quickly changing — whether she wants to admit it or not.

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Caitlyn's back at gym the next day.

This time, she's here alone. She strolls in through the main doors with an almost aloof expression: her face betraying none of her nerves. She's all dressed in her expensive navy leggings with a loose, white tank top clinging to her tall stature. She heads straight for the front desk, her eyes locked on you.

You glance up from your phone as she approaches. "Oh, hi! Are you here with Jayce again?"

"Actually, I'm here alone," Caitlyn's icy-blue stare doesn't waver. "I was hoping to get a membership?"

"Oh!" Your smile feels like beams of warmth, like if the sun itself decided to smile upon Caitlyn. "Sure, I can help you with that! Do you know which plan you'd like? They have different perks, but they also cost differently, and—"

Caitlyn doesn't really hear what you say, too focused on the slight movement of your hair and the change in your expression as you talk. She blinks back into reality when you tilt your head questioningly, as if expecting an answer. "Um," she mumbles. "I'll do the top one."

"Okay," you type something into her computer, and Caitlyn tracks the movement of your fingers tapping across the keys. As the Kiramman heir, she's beyond rich, but she's also classy with it. She wasn't going to spend her money on something she'd never use.

A membership at the gym her now-crush works at, though? She can make an exception.

"Okay, now just a few questions," you click something, then shift your gaze back to her.

When Caitlyn nods, you resume. "Well, I would ask your name, but—" you cut yourself off, cheeks tinging a rosy pink.

"Oh," Caitlyn blinks, suddenly remembering that everyone in Piltover knows her name. Especially now, with her being a commander: earning the legacy passed on to her by the recently deceased Cassandra Kiramman. She takes in your blush with a hint of hope, though she remains her usual composed self. "Yes. Are there any others?"

You rattle off a few more of the usual questions before you motion for her to swipe her card. She does without a second thought, and you can't help but briefly wonder what someone of her status is doing at a public gym in the middle of Piltover. Surely someone of a commander status — especially with her wealth — has more than enough for their own private training areas. Why is she here?

"Thanks," Caitlyn flashes you a smile of her own, and you're a little embarrassed to register how it makes your heart flip. She must give it to all the Piltover citizens, you remind yourself. It's practiced for the public.

"Of course," you maintain your cheerful demeanor. That marks the end of this conversation, or so you think.

Instead, Caitlyn lingers, taking more time in front of the desk than she needs. "So, what do you like to do here?

You look up at her again, surprised that she hasn't disappeared into the depths of the gym yet. "How do I...work out?"

"Um, yeah," she mumbles, scratching at the tiled floor with the tip of her shoe. "It's only my second time here, so I'm looking for recommendations, you know?"

"Right," you consider. "I usually stick to pilates. I know it's a little cliché since it's super popular, but I really like it."

"I don't think it's cliché," Caitlyn's quick to reassure you. Gods, the last thing she needs is you thinking you can't share your hobbies with her. "Maybe I'll try it sometime."

You think for a moment, as if mentally going through your schedule in your head. "I usually do it on Mondays and Thursdays, so I don't know about the other days, but there's usually not as many people wanting to do it those evenings."

Aha.

You just explained what Caityn had wanted to know since she stepped foot in the gym and saw you. Monday and Thursday evenings. Not as specific as she'd have liked, but still far more information than she ever expected to get. She would just have to be sure she caught you at the right time.

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For the next week, you catch sight of Caitlyn coming into the gym nearly every day you're working. She's always dressed in expensive workout clothes with what you're sure is the finest quality fabric, casually gracing your presence at the front desk before heading off to work out. Her tops always exposed her toned arms, and they occasionally lifted from her stomach to showcase her abs, and gods, is the universe trying to kill you by giving you the hottest women to ogle at while you're supposed to be working?

It doesn't take long, though, for you to run into her in a far more casual setting.

You're in one of the gym's studios — off of work today. You lay back on the mats, stretching out your right leg for one of your stretches to cool down from your pilates workout. You roll over to do your next exercise, pushing yourself off the mat, facing the mirror in a side plank. Your gaze is downcast in concentration, so don't notice the hint of navy hair that flashes in the doorway before a familiar face appears.

Caitlyn watches you exercise from just outside the studio door. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of your legs and backside in your leggings. You're wearing a cute, blush pink workout set that hugs all your curves in just the right ways, much to her appreciation. You're a cute little pilates princess, and she loves it.

And oh, how she'd love to run her hands over your body and—

After a minute passes, you lower yourself back onto the mat, happening to glance up at the mirror and catch sight of Caitlyn's reflection. "Hey, Caitlyn," you smile at her in the mirror. "Did you want to use the studio?"

"Oh, no," Caitlyn rushes her words, stepping into the space before letting the door close. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was—" she fumbles for a moment before regaining her usual composure. "Would you mind teaching me some stretches? I feel like I need more before I work out."

"Sure," you blink, a little surprised that the Caitlyn Kiramman is not only regularly visiting the gym you work at, but now also asking you for help. "I was just finishing up, anyways."

You sit up straight, crossing your legs on the mat in front of you and turning your back to the side as far as your flexibility will allow you. Caitlyn sets her bag down and joins you on the mat, mirroring your actions. "I like this one for stretching my back, but I also like to do lunges for my legs," you continue to explain.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, continues to hyper fixate on how kind you are to help her with whatever she needs — even when you're not working. She notices how your eyes narrow when you're focused, how you carefully position yourself for the next exercise, how pretty your cheeks look when they're a little flushed.

The next few minutes go by with Caitlyn quickly picking up every stretch you teach her. It's not surprising: she's toned and athletic both from her years of sharpshooting and the training she does now as a commander. She completes the stretches with ease, her body moving languidly like a cat's. And, in return, you can't help but notice how good she looks like this, too.

When you call it, standing to clean the mat with a wipe and roll it back up, Caitlyn stands right along with you. Her dark eyebrows furrow, trying to figure out how she can make this moment with you last even longer. As you bend to pick up your bag and water bottle, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn, eyes widened, to see Caitlyn shifting on her feet. "Hey," she murmurs. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? If you haven't already eaten, that is."

"You—" You freeze, unsure if this is some kind of joke or misunderstanding. "You want to have dinner with me?"

"Yes, with you," Caitlyn smiles down at you. She's much warmer under that professional, stoic demeanor she always puts up. "I've grown quite fond of you."

"Thank you," you mumble, your eyes darting between hers and your shoes as an act of sudden shyness. "Yeah, dinner sounds nice."

"Take it as my way of asking you out," Caitlyn's long fingers brush yours. You wish she'd hurry up already and just hold your hand, but she's taking her time — that much is clear. Respectful: yet another thing you like about her.

You fluster even more at her comment, almost disbelieving. "Asking me out?"

"Yes," Caitlyn tilts her head, icy eyes imploring yours in curiosity. "You haven't figured that out? I feared I was being too obvious about my infatuation."

This draws a quiet laugh from you, amusement spilling from your lips. Only Caitlyn Kiramman could manage to sound so properly formal and also be so endearingly unsure at the same time. "Well, I was probably too worried about my feelings to notice yours."

Caitlyn blinks once. Then twice. "You like me too?"

There's a moment of quiet after that, both of you just staring at each other in realization. Then, another giggle spills from your lips at the absurdity of it all, and Caitlyn's joining you in her own laughter within moments. "We might be a little dense," you smile, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Caitlyn's gaze traces the movement of your lip between your teeth, wishing she could remove your bite and replace it with hers instead. "Ah, well," she returns your sheepish smile, a hand coming up to tuck strands of navy hair behind her ear. "If being dense got me here, I'll gladly admit to it."

"Me too." You're the one that reaches out this time, taking her hand to lace her fingers with yours. "So, dinner?"

"And maybe dessert," Caitlyn mumbles under her breath as she lets you tug her out of the studio hand-in-hand. She just can't help her intrusive thoughts, sometimes.

But if her intrusive thoughts had landed her a date with you, she'd gladly admit to that, too.

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A week later, when you're spawled out in her silk sheets with pink cheeks and heavy breaths, Caitlyn curls up beside you. Your legs tangle together, and it's a moment of pure bliss after your previously heated moments.

You're just about to drift off into a deep sleep when Caitlyn buries her face in your hair. "So, now that I won you over," she mumbles. "Can you cancel my gym membership?"

"Wha—?" You reel from the sudden request, incredulous how she could talk about such casual things when she had just given you the time of your life. "Your membership?"

"Yes," Caitlyn huffs, and you can feel the puff of breath against your scalp. "I know it's not a big deal, but I hate spending money on things I'll never use, and I only bought it so I could come back and see you, and—"

You lean your head up, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle kiss. When she's sighing against your lips, you pull back to tuck your head back under her chin. "Yes. Now shut up. You're ruining the moment."

The corners of her mouth tug up into a smile. "You just can't admit that you went from a pilates princess to my princess."

"Caitlyn—"

"Right," Caitlyn allows her lips to press against your forehead before her eyes slip shut. "Goodnight, my princess."

Spent ten minutes trying to come up with a title before my women-loving instincts took over. Blood, sweat, and tears MORE LIKE LOVE, SWEAT, AND QUEERS >:)

...im just proud of it okay? :(

ANYWAYS! Just posted my masterlist! This request got me out of writer's block SO hope you lovelies enjoyed!

~Cherry 🍒

[caitlynsrighteye]

Walk with me, caitlyn and fem!reader at a gala celebrating who knows what, cait is in a beautiful suit that fits her sooo well and the women at the party can't stop staring. Before the conflict with noxus she already had several women falling at her feet, but after the war? well, I suppose the status of hero of piltover is quite attractive. Anyway, these women are whispering how hot cait is, circling her like a flock of vultures and practically undressing her with their eyes and reader, feeling jealous, just says "yes, MY wife is very hot, thanks for pointing it out" and no one has the courage to remind her that she and cait are girlfriends, not married

Sorr if it is a little bit confuse, english is not my language so i'm using google translate

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Gala engagement

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: wlw, fluff, jealous!fem!reader, amused Caitlyn, s2!cait, after the war with Noxus, established relationship

wc: 1.2k

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“Baby come here, your jacket’s crooked,” Caitlyn peeks down at her chest before stepping towards you. Your fingers grab the collar of her sleek navy blue blazer, adjusting, and folding it down neatly. Fixing the knot of her tie and patting down her torso to even out any wrinkles.

While your hands work, her blue eye stares. She watches as you fix her suit, one that she had gotten tailored to fit her lengthy form perfectly. It hugged her curves and defined her slim waist, and the Kiramman crest was stitched on the cuffs of her sleeves and the folds of her jacket. The sight caused a buckle in your knees and your teeth to nip your bottom lip. Once you’ve finished helping her, your gaze darts up, meeting hers.

You look deeply into her uninjured eye. Her other is behind a soft eyepatch protecting the wound. She leans in, your palms still on her chest as her lips meet with yours, glossy and soft.

After another peck, you both pull away. A comfortable silence between you two as you stare at each other’s cleaned up form. Tonight, her and her father were hosting a gala. Not their usual ones filled with champagne and rich laughter of wealthy aristocrats.

No. Tonight, Caitlyn is officially announcing her role as head of the Kiramman name. Taking up the responsibility of her mother's leadership role, but not her seat on the council.

It has been a few months since the battle with Noxus. Her scars are still healing. You look over every cut and scarred skin along her face, standing higher on your toes to place a soft peck on each mark.

She closes her eye, hands on your waist to balance you, sighing into your soothing touches.

You wore only your best dress, one that matched Caitlyn’s. Strapless, yet modest. Neck and wrists covered in jewelry, gifts from your loving girlfriend who spoils you like a Goddess. 

“You’re stunning as always,” she says, soft enough for only you to hear, even though you both were secluded in the privacy of her room in the Kiramman manor. “And you are… distracted, my love. Can’t even fix your own suit?” You tease. “Apologies, darling, you know I hate going to these galas.”

You raise your hand to hold her cheek, and the tip of your thumb gently caresses the bottom seam of her eyepatch.

The tall woman taps her fingers nervously on the sides of your hips, feeling the fancy pattern woven into the corset part of your elegant gown.

"Tonight is about you. Everyone is here to celebrate our victory against Noxus..." You press your forhead to hers while your hands hold onto her fidgeting ones, hoping it'll calm her nerves. "To acknowledge your bravery and heroism, Caitlyn."

Her glare that was once on her shoes rose to meet yours, bouncing between both of your eyes, trying to figure out which orb to focus on more.

For what feel like a long moment, yet you wouldn't mind staying like that forever, you eventually give her one passionate kiss before parting. You look towards a clock hanging on her wall. "We should go before your father gets overwhelmed, entertaining the guests on his own."

She flashes a smile, one where her tooth gap shows. A quick nod to her head before interlinking her arm with yours, guiding you to the event wing of the manor.

Upon arriving, the space was piled with Piltover and Zaunite civilians, enjoying the sweet melody of a pianist playing on an expensive piano. All guests enjoy champagne while conversing amongst each other.

You find Tobias, Caitlyn's father, who was mid conversation with a group of other weathy men.

He spots you both approaching, and you immediately greet him with a polite gesture, a hug with a kiss to his bearded cheek. A gesture that won the hearts of her parents when they first met you.

Caitlyn does the same to her father. "Yes, yes, this is my daughter, Caitlyn," he pulls her closer to introduce her to these seemingly powerful looking businessmen. "Ah, the Sheriff, your father speaks very well of you. Along with the rest of Piltover. We were wondering if you'd be interested-."

You nodded off, whispering to your navy-haired partner quickly that you grab some drinks while they talk about some deal you had no business with.

A table of beverages and gourmet foods is where you pondered off to. You grab a couple of glasses of champagne for yourself and Caitlyn. Taking a few sips of the light colored liquid, you hear a few mutters just a bit further down the table.

Taking the glass away from your lips to peer at the small group.

Women, maybe around your age, all giggling and blushing in their gala dresses. Doe-eyeing someone across the room. You paid no mind till you heard one of them say, "Gods, she's so handsome."

The other two chuckle with their hands hovering over their mouths. "Piltover's finest war hero," she bites her lips, seems to be glancing up and down from a distance. "I heard she's the Sheriff now-" one lady interrupts her, "Oh, she can come arrest me."

Steam practically fumed out your ears. With the glasses still in your hands, you storm over to the group.

Right behind them, you put on your best fraudulent smile that you needed to blind them with. Fixing your posture into a confident demeanor that made you seem clueless, yet possessive.

You clear your throat, getting the attention of the woman. "Oh, my wife? Yes, she's very hot. Thanks for pointing that out."

Oh, they saw a physical depiction of your emotions floating behind you. A dark, angry spirit ready to pounce on them as you smiled with squinted eyes. They embarrassingly and fearfully shuffled away from you, disappearing into the crowd of guests.

You blow a loose strand of hair from your face. Content with the reactions you received from them.

"Wife, huh? Last I checked, we were just girlfriends," You looked behind you and turned in the direction where your gorgeous navy suited, tall lover stood. You look off to the side to huff a small chuckle before looking back at her.

"We better fix that. I want a ring right now, or else I'll have to duel those women for you," you tease, handing her the glass of champagne you had grabbed just for her.

She takes a sip before lowering it down. Her free hand came up to swirl a finger around the tip of the glass. "There wouldn't be any competition," her stare leaves the glass in her hand and towards you where she admired the face she's fallen in love with, yours.

She steps to your side, reaching a hand to hold the small of your back, pulling you in closer.

"Well then, what would this pretty lady want for a ring? Diamonds? A custom engraving?"

You were stunned, yet falling head over heels once again, like you've done many times before when it came to Caitlyn and her sweet words, that knew how to make your heart race in a second.

"Anything, as long as it comes with you forever," you both looked disgustingly cute to the naked eye. Faces so close your noses nuzzled together, lips barely grazing.

In one swift movement, Caitlyn tips you over plants a long, passionate kiss to the delicious pads of your mouth. One of your legs flew up as she kissed you. Your glasses clank together when they make contact.

You knew you had Caitlyn Kiramman from the start. She was in love with you and needed nobody else, but you by her side. Forever, till death do you part.

Note: Thank you for another amazing request! I hope I wrote what you were expecting :)

I love executing replies and am glad you trust me writing what you ask for. Hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful day♡

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ROLE MODEL —

#figureskating!caitlyn → idol!caitlyn x reader

[kpop/idol au]

PROLOGUE

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𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗠 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄

synopsis : what we were before, readers and caitlyn relationship before it all went downhill.

genre + wc : friends to strangers to lovers, hidden feelings, both are down bad for each other but they don’t want to ruin their friendship. (in this chapter) 1,7k wc

cw : english is not my first language, remember that, so sorry if any spelling mistakes! homophobia (if you squint), fluff in the beginning, angst, caitlyn pursuing her dream of being an idol in the industry, reader supporting her but not wanting to let go.

the story is set in the us then in south korea, no body/physical description of the reader, so reader is any race yall want her to be!

enjoy! @dmloae2025

It was on the kindergarten playground when you and Caitlyn practically became attached to the hip.

Wherever Caitlyn went you went.

And wherever you went she went.

It was almost like destiny, like some kind of miracle put you and Caitlyn here, on the same period of time, on the same planet, in the same universe— like you both were meant to be.

During your childhood, you were kind of different though, that’s when you bounded with her. You were often picked on, and Caitlyn being the hero she was, was the only one who helped you send those pricks off. And from then on, you never left each other.

Also being from the same neighborhood as her was not helping your case. You were always at hers, and it was really fun playing with all of her toys, you remember this one time, in elementary school,

“Let’s play house with the dolls, it’ll be fun!” She said with excitement in her voice searching for your favorite dolls. You could only comply but every time you both played there was never a dad and a mom, but only moms, you noticed, everyone noticed but nobody said anything because why would they? There was like this unspoken rule between the both of you,

«In the doll world everything and anything can exist, anything and everything can happen, and all things that happen and exist in this world are normal!»

And indeed everything was normal— so when in school, you had some silly projects and you decided to draw two moms, everyone would question, “Uh! Why are there two moms?” Or even “No! Your drawing is wrong, you’re supposed to have a dad— right here”. They would try to erase your masterpiece but you quickly pulled away saying, “In my world anything and everything can happen, and everything is normal— so having two moms, it’s normal!” matter of factly. And since that day no one dared to say anything about it to you, not that Caitlyn was right here, threatening them.

Middle school soon arrived, with Highschool on its back.

Caitlyn never wanted to become an idol to be honest,

It all started with figure ice skating, she flowed onto the field, she and the ice made one. All of her mouvement were calculated, she was graceful as a swan. And there was where she belonged.

So in the field she was, it always fascinated you, the way her body moved with elegance, luckily this passion of hers didn’t come in between the two of you, right? Until this one time.

This one evening night of endless sleepovers you were on her bed watching TV, one of your favorite groups finally released a comeback album, their MV was then playing in the background a few “Woow she’s so pretty!” And little squirms sent Caitlyn head jolting towards you, she got up from whatever she was doing questioning,

“What got you so worked up huh?”

You ignored her still in your little world, then the TV turned black, that’s when you turned your head groaning,

“Ugh, why did you turn it off, my girlfriend was on the screen!”

Throwing your head backwards, “Girlfriend? What are you on, it’s just a bunch of stupid people dancing, nothing extraordinary” she quickly said rolling her eyes,

What an odd reaction? Or was it?

Caitlyn always had a crush on you, but it all started into 3 different stages :

First, denial. When every other little girl had crushes on boys, and when she didn’t she thought that her standards were high, I mean she comes from a wealthy family why should she, Caitlyn Kiremman crush on anyone? But she still has this missing ache in her stomach that others described like butterflies, she always wondered what would it feel like to crush on someone for once. But she met you, and she finally had the famous butterflies in her stomach that everyone described, but no that couldn’t be, that wasn’t right, at all. You are her bestfriend for fuck sake’s! So then came the..

“I’m crazy phase”, thoses stolen glances between the two of you or thoses lingering touches that sent shivers down her spine, suddenly her cheeks were hot, her breathing grew harder and then she knew that she was fucked. Because while you talked about all the drama that happened in school, between this and that and the „Have you heard about what happened? This cheated on that.„ But she only had eyes on you, to be fair you and she never talked about your sexuality, she always assumed you were straight because anytime she asked you about any crushes you would always respond simply.

“I don’t have time for all this”

except that one time watching TV,

“My girlfriend”.

But she never thought more of it. Why should she? She’s your best friend. She had to get a grip so that’s why,

Finally, acceptance, the last stage, also when she firstly introduced you to this girl, Jennifer or whatever her name was, you hated her, why?

Because she took the only thing you had, which was your best friend that was also your crush, Jennifer was all Caitlyn talked about, and you had enough, because what?

How could she be this close to Caitlyn in this short period of time while you knew her since kindergarten. Was her next step was to date Caitlyn too?

You felt helpless, sad, jealous, everything combined, then this sadness turned into anger, and you started to ignore Caitlyn. You thought that it’ll protect your peace, thinking that she was better off hanging out with Jennifer, and that’s what you told yourself every time you felt guilty about it. It started with the unread messages and unresponded calls on your phone, Caitlyn wondered what she did wrong, she had you, her girlfriend that you couldn’t stand a bit and a successful ice skating career. Then she got angry as well, of everything, why wouldn’t you talk to her, why wouldn’t you answer her calls, why you stopped sitting next to her in class and why did you start avoiding her gaze in the school hallways.

So one time she took your wrist and led you in an empty classroom, you were groaning in pain, why was her grip so strong?

“Did I do anything wrong,” she stated. “Why do you keep ignoring me? Did I do anything wrong, tell me? Why did you stop answering your phone? You can talk to me I’m literally your bestfriend!”

She continued angrily, looking at you, brow knitted together. You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t prepared for this, words couldn’t even form, all was mixing together in your head, so you just looked at her, as if you were defeated. Then,

“I don’t want to talk to you right not.” You uttered, avoiding her gaze once again.

“Is this about Jen? You know that I’ll never replace you right?” She quickly said reaching for your hands, trying to give you reassurance. You looked in her eyes, gosh! those pretty eyes,

“I’m so sorry for ignoring you, I was scared, of everything, her taking my place. I really really like you Caitlyn. I’m sorry for hurting you.” You said, voice shaking with regret.

“I also thought both of you were a thing.” You quickly added,

“First of all, she has a boyfriend, second of all you could just talked to me if anything, we tell each other everything, why would I judge you?” She muttered taking you in a hug.

“I’m so dumb.” You replied, voice muffled in her shoulder,

“You are!” She laughed.

After that, everything happened quickly, and before you knew it, it was already summer, which meant holidays. You were so excited, you had many plans with Caitlyn but it all came crashing down the moment she told you over the phone,

“‘I got recruited in a new ice skating club, so I have to fly the country for tryouts. My plane is tonight.”

Oh.

Oh!

Every little activity that you prepared, you even thought about revealing your feelings towards her. Came crashing down. Fuck!

“Where, why, why didn’t you tell me earlier, Caitlyn? And so suddenly? You’re literally flying out in less than two hours, you don’t even tell me goodbye properly! Ugh!”

“Aren’t you happy for me?”

“Yes I am, but I’m surprised. I’m so proud of you Caitlyn.”

“I’m sorry, actually I’m as surprised as you are that everything happened really fast you know.. I didn’t know any of it, my parents literally told me like, 30 minutes ago, that’s why I’m telling you now, you’re the first to know it too.”

“I don’t care about that at all, where are you going? Are you coming back here any time soon?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to come back here, don’t you worry, I’ll be back before you know it, and besides we will talk trough phone? Right?”

“Yeah, yeah right! It’ll be fine, I’ll miss you though Caitlyn, we were supposed to do many things.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you yeah?”

“You better!”

The first week Caitlyn being away was fine, you talked every time on FaceTime telling each other what they were up to, her messages were regular, even with different time zones, everything was flowing perfectly.

Then it all stopped.

Her message progressively stopped. Maybe she was busy doing her thing on her side. Ice skating must take a lot of place in her mind. She’s doing it for her career. You should be happy, but you couldn’t help yourself from being the opposite. Why would you be happy when your best friend hardly replies and the only sources of information available are articles on the internet praising her amazing skills— or her social media platform that has gained a lot of followers.

You didn’t even have to talk it out with her. You already knew it, your friendship with Caitlyn is definitely dead.

You were now 21, in college, everything was turning out fine for you. New friends, new city, new everything but there was still this missing piece, Caitlyn.

That’s when you found yourself watching TV, there you saw it, this familiar face, same hair, same gaze, looked a little bit older and sexier, but she wasn’t in any figure skating gear. She was right here on a music stage.

Oh.

Oh!

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a/n : okay so this took my literally 3 days to write I am so mad at myself, WRITING IS SO COMPLICATED UGH!!!! But I have another one shot draft that’s 8k words but its so over the place, its also a caitlyn x reader but its like in the “a business proposal” universe lmk if you want me to, re-read it, so i can feed you guys lollll!

[caitlynsrighteye]

caitlyn kiramman my handsome femme prince charming please please please come home the kids miss you

[caitlynsrighteye]

Omg i have a request for caitlyn x reader where reader tells cait she is ready to start a family (sorry baby fever has been going crazy lately)

baby fever

caitlyn x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

notes: im ovulating so i had babies on my mind the whole week too 😭

Maybe it started that Christmas when the two of you decided to spend the holiday with your family. Your sister had brought her two brats over, and while everyone else did their best to tolerate the chaos, Caitlyn was the only adult who gave them her full attention. She sat patiently, listening as your niece sang an improvised song about mashed potatoes and nodding along as your nephew excitedly explained the intricate lore of his favorite video game.

Or maybe it was that time you were hanging out with your friends, and the topic of babies came up. You hadn't thought much of it at first—until you caught the way Caitlyn's eyes sparkled at the conversation. She laughed, brushed it off, and insisted that the two of you weren’t ready yet. But for a fleeting moment, there was something in her expression, something wistful, something that made your heart skip a beat.

Or perhaps it was the day the two of you went shopping, and you found yourselves lingering a little too long in the baby section. You had only wandered in by accident—at least, that’s what you told yourselves. But then Caitlyn picked up a pair of tiny socks with baby animals printed on them, turning them over in her hands with an almost reverent curiosity. You watched as she smiled to herself, running her fingers over the soft fabric, and something in your chest tightened.

You weren’t sure when exactly it began, but once the thought of having children took root in your mind, it refused to leave. It followed you everywhere.

You went to work imagining what it would be like to wake up next to your wife and hear the soft patter of little feet running into your room. You made dinner picturing Caitlyn sitting at the table, patiently helping your child with their homework while you stirred a pot on the stove. You walked past a park and could see her there, kneeling beside a tiny bike, holding it steady as a small, wobbly figure pedaled forward with determination.

And it was driving you crazy.

Because now, every time you looked at Caitlyn, all you could think about was how incredible she would be as a mother. The thought consumed you, lingering in the quiet moments, in the way she absentmindedly twirled her hair while reading, in the soft hum she let out when focused, in the way she always seemed to have endless patience and warmth to give.

“Baby, can I ask you a question?”

She was resting her head on your thigh, her book open as she relaxed against you. The soft glow of the lavender candle flickered in the background, filling the room with its soothing scent. You ran your fingers through her navy hair, absently wondering if your children would inherit the same color, if tiny hands would one day tug at her locks the way you did now.

“Hmm?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly but not looking away from the page. “What is it?”

You hesitated for a moment before asking, carefully, casually, “Have you ever thought about having children?”

That caught her attention. Caitlyn lowered her book onto her chest and turned her gaze to you, studying your face as if trying to gauge where this was coming from.

“I mean… yeah, of course,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “I’ve thought about it before. But why do you ask?”

You shrugged, but the casual act didn’t quite land—not when your heart was hammering in your chest. “I was just wondering.”

Caitlyn let out a soft chuckle, reaching up to trace gentle patterns on your thigh. “You don’t just ask that out of nowhere,” she said knowingly. “What’s on your mind?”

You exhaled, glancing away for a second before looking back at her. “Lately, I’ve been thinking about it more. A lot more.”

Her fingers stilled against your skin. “Oh?”

You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “I keep imagining it—us with a kid. Waking up to them climbing into bed with us, helping them with homework, teaching them how to ride a bike… I don’t know when it started, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

For a moment, Caitlyn didn’t say anything. She just looked at you, her blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Would it make you happy?” she asked softly.

Your heart swelled at the tenderness in her voice. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I think it would.”

She shifted, sitting up properly so she could face you, her hands resting gently on your knees. “Then maybe… we should talk about it.”

“Yes, I think we should,” you said, a smile spreading across your face. There was a nervous excitement bubbling inside you now, like the moment right before the first drop on a rollercoaster—terrifying but exhilarating all the same.

Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, studying you with quiet amusement. “You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?”

You hesitated for only a second before letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah… I know I said I was just wondering, but…” You glanced away briefly, suddenly shy. “I kind of have a list.”

“A list?” Her brows lifted in surprise, but there was no teasing in her voice—just curiosity and something softer, something almost affectionate.

You nodded. “Of things for our children.”

“Children?” She chuckled, catching the plural immediately. “As in more than one?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, sheepish but not backing down. “Yeah. I mean, I was thinking two… maybe three.”

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head. “I love how you went from ‘just wondering’ to ‘I have an entire life plan in my head.’”

You grinned. “I can’t help it. Once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop.”

She hummed thoughtfully, tracing small circles on your knee with her thumb. “Alright then,” she said, leaning back slightly. “Tell me what’s on this list of yours.”

You bit your lip, suddenly nervous but excited. “Okay, well… first of all, I really want them to have meaningful names. Something strong, but also something that has a special meaning to us.”

She nodded in approval. “I like that.”

“And I want them to grow up knowing they can talk to us about anything. No matter what.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened. “That’s important.”

“Oh! And I was thinking—you have all these books, right? What if that became, like, a thing? A bedtime tradition? You could read them a story, and it could be our way of winding down as a family.”

Caitlyn smiled, the kind of smile that reached her eyes. “I really like that idea.”

Encouraged, you kept going. “I want them to learn to ride a bike early, to love books the way you do, and—oh! You know those little socks with baby animals? We have to get those.”

Caitlyn laughed again, shaking her head. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly full of love. “I just… I want to build something beautiful with you.”

For a moment, Caitlyn just looked at you, something unreadable in her expression. Then she reached forward, cradling your face in her hands before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. “I want that too,” she whispered.

And in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t just a thought in your head anymore. This was the beginning of your family.

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[caitlynsrighteye]

Hard like a rock concert

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Contains: modern!au, g!p, wlw, SMUT, horny!tomboy!alt!Cait, femme!alt!reader, teasing, pda, PUBLIC sex.. like its public! Raur, oh and Cait can play guitar (side hobby mention), brief mention of blowjob and reverse cowgirl

wc: 2.3k

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The night was young. You and Caitlyn were dressing up to attend a concert of your favorite band. Oh how excited you were to go, just as much as Caitlyn when she saw your outfit.

Leather jacket. A cropped T of the band that slightly showed the flesh of your stomach. With a short skirt and boots they gave you a few more inches of height.

The blue-haired girl had her hair tied up and was wearing a baggy shirt and grunge looking cargos, doc Martins with chains decorating her neck and wrists, was practically drooling from the sight of you while you did your makeup in a full-body mirror.

After you finished applying darker lipstick to your lips you rub them together before turning over to your tall girlfriend who was sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a couch within her room. "Your turn, Caity."

You shuffle over to her and she can't help but stare at the way your skirt sways along with your hips. The skin of your thighs move subtly after each step.

Once you've reached her spot on the couch you swing a leg over her lap and she instantly fixes her position to make room for you, now man spreading as you straddle her. Her hands coming up to hold and feel your waist, fingertips slipping under your cropped shirt to get a slim feeling of your lacy bra underneath.

You lean closer so you can draw her eyeliner perfectly to define her beautiful almond blue eyes. Eyes that pierced right through you as you focus on doing her makeup.

She wanted to kiss your dark lips so badly she gulped a lump in her throat to resist.

"Babe, please hold still," you pulled the eyeliner pen away to keep yourself from messing up. She flashes the gap between her teeth when she smirks which has to be contagious because your lips seem to curl on their own when you see it.

You hum before adjusting your position on her lap, unknowing you just sent tingles up her core. Her head rests on the soft pillows behind her so you're completely leaned over her to continue drawing on her look. Her veiny hands grip the sides of your butt, lightly squeezing. Black nail-painted thumbs hooking the waistband of your flimsy skirt.

You notice the small efforts, amused at how easily aroused you make her. So you 'unintentionally,' grind your hips on her acting as if trying to get more comfortable on her lap. Her breath became heavy. Your cunt was so close. Only thing in the way was her belt buckle and your panties, and she wanted nothing more than to just rip everything off and fuck you right there on that couch.

She peeked down the hanging neck hole of your shirt, eyeing your cleavage, but the view was interrupted when you grabbed her jaw, forcing her attention back on you. Your fingers gripped her cheeks, making her lips puff out. "I said, look up here, Cait," you said with stern in your tone.

One final touch and, "Done. Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time," You twist the cap back onto the eyeliner brush, putting it away in a bag full of other makeup products. She pulls on your hips to continue your previous rocking motion. For support, your hands catch yourself onto the pillows besides her head. Her sharp and defined features are just inches away from yours.

You stare at her eyes before glancing down to her lips, where you lean in with an opened mouth kiss, pressing your tongue inside while she accepts it fully.

You played along for her needs to kiss you. Giving her false hope that she'll be able to get her dick wet before the concert, that you are both already late to.

Before the ache between your thighs grew and you weren't able to resist anymore, you hopped off of her lap. "Let's go, or else we'll get stuck in traffic," you say so nonchalantly it gets her frustrated to the bone.

"Do we have to go, baby?" She whines, standing from the couch to hold you in her arms. "Cait, you bought tickets already. We have to go," she goes in for a kiss, but you tilt your face away, then she settles for capturing your neck between her lips. "I can just buy tickets to their next concert. You just look so good right now."

You push her from your neck by the shoulders so she can look at you. You knew she was rich, but you hated the feeling of your expensive tickets going to waste. "Baby, you gotta appreciate the value of money. We are going tonight," she can only groan before you both are settled in her car, on your way to drive an hour to the venue.

The entire ride, her fingers messed with the folds of your skirt, while you fidgeted with the rings she wore. You caressed her forearm in your hands, and all she thinks about is how you could be jerking her off with your palm right now, but she managed to push it down for later, focusing on the road ahead.

The closer you got the busier, the roads grew. Cait paid extra for good parking, and you both were on your way inside. You waited in the security line with her hand on your ass the entire time, making sure your skirt was giving you full coverage and to let wandering eyes know your hers. Only hers.

She bought you pit tickets, so you could be standing right in front of the stage. Your stomach felt sick from how hyped you were to see the band play, tugging on her hand while you pulled her to the front, pushing past people who got there before you.

Before you knew it, the lights went off with a low rumble of a guitar beginning to play, then sudden colorful lights started blinking, and smoke began seeping from their projectors.

You and the crowd around you were jumping up and down as the lead singer stepped on stage, screaming their lungs out. The drummer pounding on their set to where you could feel the rhythm within your heart and the guitarist shredding riffs that made your ears ring.

An adrenaline rush of the night, but Caitlyn only paid attention to the feeling of you jumping up against her. Your ass rubbed into her crotch with each bounce to the beat. Her blood flowing south making her cock twitch in her baggy pants. She nuzzled her face into your neck, her hands gripping your waist hard. Black nails digging ever so slightly into your skin.

You wanted to keep your attention on the band that was right in front of you, but you couldn't resist messing with your girlfriend either.

You snake a hand behind you to feel the growing hardness at her crotch. You bite your lip. Getting this hard in public was filthy, and you'll definitely tell her about it later.

Your palm gentle strokes through the fabric as you feel it grow to its full length. The dick print you know is showing even with baggy cargos on her long legs. You use your free hand to help your other out in unbuckling her leather belt. The noise of the metal clasp is drowned out by the loud music.

This was a risky move you both were pulling, but you know nobody wasn't paying any mind to you two in the large crowd, only eyes on the live entertainment they paid money for.

Once her belt was unbuckled, you undid the buttons, unzipping it teasingly slow for her to dig her face closer into you, her nose rubbing into the skin under your jaw. When you dipped your hand into her boxers and lightly jerked her, she winced into your ear.

She was big in your hand, almost no room to even move with the fabric of her pants bounding your movements.

She quickly removed her grip from your waist and took your hand from her pants, pulling the front of her pants down. She lifted your skirt and stuck her length in the little space between your thighs. You sigh when you feel her tip rub against your clothed clit.

Fuck, were you both so disgustingly horny. And in the middle of a concert pit, that was something you never thought you'd experience.

If anyone did glance away from the singer to you guys, it would have looked like a couple grinding up against each other with how her big shirt and your skirt cover the erotic actions of her cock slowly fucking your thighs.

With the added height of your boots, your ass was perfectly aligned to her crotch making this all so much easier.

Caitlyn synced her hip movements with yours as you swayed to the music, trying to be incognito as you two possibly could and were 100% failing at doing.

You ground hard against her, listening to her sweet whimpers while she bites the cartilage of your ear. You squeeze your thighs together, the fat of your inner leg holding her just right. Her hands caress up your tummy that she had been eyeing ever since you put on that cropped t-shirt. She found it so cute and soft, comforting to squeeze and grab at.

Your navy-haired girlfriend begins feeling bold, you've teased her way too much for her to even care if you two were caught fucking with hundreds of people standing right beside you.

Her hands grip your hips hard, and with ease, she lifts you onto your tippy-toes. Placing you back down with her cock slipping past your panties and impaling you on her length.

A high-pitched yelp leaves your lips, unexpecting the sudden penetration. You lean your head back on her shoulder while she grinds into you. Her cock deep in your cavern, her tip and erect veins rubbing against your plush gummy walls.

Her lips meet your neck, and she sucks till marks are left on the surface. You could barely even hear the music anymore. The sound of Caitlyn's low moans against you only made your pussy wetter and the obscene actions within this public space just made you even more excited.

"Fuck~," Her lips are right up against your ear, whimpering words for you to hear over the music. "Expect this pussy to get ruined when we get back," your legs quivered, her tip teasing the hell out of your g-spot. She became rougher with you when the band made their last round, giving the fans a show they wouldn't forget.

To be honest, you both probably ended up in someone video they were recording of the band, for them to become oddly suspicious when they look back on the footage, but you couldn't seem to care. Not when your hot girlfriend is balls deep into your cunt at your favorite musicians concert.

You felt her balls clap against the curved area where you ass and thighs connected. Your stomach tightened and so did your wet pussy around her shaft.

The ring in you ears along with her moans, and the feel of her hands roaming your sides with her cock inside, you felt pure ecstasy. High on adrenaline and hysteria. Fucking dammit, you felt so dirty. Whorish sounds begged to leave your throat and Caitlyn will do just that when you arrive back home.

The final riff of their last song, Caitlyn, matched her pace with it, absolutely abusing your poor, sensitive areas deep within you.

The knot you've been feeling finally released, and you came hard, squeezing her harshly, causing deep groans to leave her mouth. Your legs wanted to collapse, but she kept you up right as you shook in her grasp.

A moment later, she came inside you, the warm feeling of her thick sticky sperm coating your uterus. Your eyes rolled back as her hips rolled into yours, prolonging her pleasure as she shot her creamy load.

While the audience clapped and cheered, she swiftly slipped her soaked cock out of you and fixed her sagging pants. Buckling up her belt as you used the inside of your skirt to wipe away access cum dripping down your thighs.

With your back leaned against her chest, you look over your shoulder and meet her gaze. Your hand met the side of her neck as you pulled her into a kiss.

The concert ends, and you were both hand in hand, rushing out of the building to beat the traffic.

Tension in the air as she drove you back to her place.

In her dark room illuminated by LEDs and lava lamps, she sat back on her couch. Her navy colored electric guitar was attached to an amp, in her hands as she tried her best to focus on the notes she played, doing her best to not give you the gratification of your mouth bobbing on her hardened dick.

You were sloppy with it, hand at the base as you moved your throat up and down the long and girthy length of her slippery cock. Giving extra attention to the tip while you jerked the rest before sliding the flesh back down your throat till you gagged and choked with tears threatening to leave your reddened eyes.

The pick between her fingers was no longer strumming cords as her main focus could only be on your ass jiggling on her lap while you rode her in reverse. Your soft hands on her knees for support while you thighs burned from the excessive bouncing and your tight cunt riding her cock tip to hilt. Allowing her to cum as many loads as she could into your womb.

All as an apology for the amount of teasing you did tonight.

Note: been wanting to write a popstar au, but the concert i went to js made me think of this scenario so yes hope yall enjoyed. Oh and please be careful on the stairs if u attend concerts... (me rn: 🧍🏻‍♀️🩼)

Thank you for reading♡

Art credit for middle pic (rindesuuu_) on twt

[caitlynsrighteye]

Sprained my ankle last night... but i got to call off from work and now i can write fanfics all day yippee

[caitlynsrighteye]

Chat we js got front row tickets for free im actually going insane

Im def writing a fic on this(smut)

[caitlynsrighteye]

Currently @ a concert. Fit is fitting, eyelashes on fleek. All i need now is a 6ft blue haired enforcer to grind up against. Fic idea???

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synopsis: {You find yourself under a very stressed, overworked Sherif!Caitlyn’s desk}

Holy horny wtf. !!-18//MDNI-!!

warnings: g!pcaitlyn mean!caitlyn assistant!reader hair pulling rough blowjob ‘puppy’ ‘slut’ dacryphilia smut no plot.

You don’t have a backbone. You’re far too obedient, to a fault really. Maybe the blame wasn’t completely on you— I mean what woman in their right mind would ever refuse to get on her hands and knees for Piltovers Sheriff? None other than the Caitlyn Kiramman herself. You were lucky.

You knew you were lucky it didn’t take a damn rocket scientist to read the looks of jealousy everyone shot at you in the department— seething at the fact you got special treatment, to be the assistant of Topside's finest shot and god did you absolutely drink it up, sometimes in the literal sense, like now for example.

Pathetically whimpering around the thickness of her cock— spit and cum foaming at the corners of your lips as Caitlyn’s fingers tighten in your hair, urging you deeper into her crotch until your nose was nestled into that dark patch of hair. You can take more of her, she knows you can. It’s not the first time you’ve kneeled in between her thighs, tucked under her work desk after a long day of paperwork.

“That’s it— such a pretty mouth.” Her accent is heavier, rougher around the edges in a half-assed attempt at holding back those moans you’re trying so desperately to pull out from her. “Oh— fuck, s’mine— that little mouth belongs to me, huh?”

“Mmhm!— yours.” Your sounds are muffled around her cock, the vibrations causing her to tug a little sharper at your locks which only makes you moan and her seethe, suddenly pulling you back— the emptiness in your mouth has you whimpering in protest, brows all furrowed.

“Fucking watch it, slut.” Caitlyn snaps, dark eyes narrowed into mean slits— glaring down at you as she drags her thumb over the slick, pillowy flesh of your bottom lip, collecting the filthy mix of spit and cum and pushing it back into your overly eager mouth. “Or I’ll find another cock-sleeve, you don’t want that do you?” Her threat pierces something deep inside you, because what were you without her, without this?!

You’re immediately shaking your head, looking up at her from where you’re kneeling on the hardwood floor, hidden beneath her dark mahogany desk, through thick— wet lashes all pleadingly like some neglected puppy. “Uh-uh! no— no, I’ll do better!” shiny lips pouting, “I swear!”

Caitlyn doesn’t know whether she wants to keep pushing, just to see you spill a few tears or to soothe you. Oh, you make it so hard for her. Painfully hard.

She presses the tip of her cock against your mouth, rubbing the sticky pre-cum over your lips as you wait so patiently for her command— “Go on, take it like a good puppy.”

Your eyes light up, fingertips digging into her toned thighs as you take her length back into your mouth with the help of her guiding hands that were nothing but rough— forcing the head of her cock to the back of your throat until your gagging around her, those pretty little tears finally trickling down your cheeks— making her throb in your mouth.

And you— in all your eagerness to make her cum— let her do it again until she’s bobbing your head up and down by the roots of your hair along her shaft to feel each stroke of the wet heat that is your mouth, the way your tongue twitches beneath the heaviness of her cock, how your cheeks hollow out around her. “Want my cum puppy— fuck— huh?” She pants, looking down at you with a smirk, “Gonna take it all down that pretty little throat f’me, yeah?”

You gargle some incoherent nonsense, salvia dribbling down your chin, staring up at her with those wide glossy eyes— practically begging her to shoot her load into your mouth. Caitlyn knows you want it more so by the way your throat bobs, your hips grind and how those freshly manicured nails nip into her thighs— she could only imagine how soaked you were, the fabric your panties drenched. The thought of how easily she could slip into that tight cunt of yours nearly sends her right off the edge.

“Oh— fuckin’ take it, puppy.” She groans, her hips bucking carelessly into your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the feeling of you moaning around her— “Such a good cum-slut all for her Sheriff.”

Caitlyn’s head tips back against her chair, “Fuck— gonna cum— m’gonna— ah— ah fuck.” a strangled noise rips from the back of her throat, whining, as she empties herself down your throat, her cock twitching in your hot mouth. Her fingers tightening into the roots of your hair as you take her load— drinking up every last drop of her hot sticky cum, feeling it trickle down your chin thickly.

Her gaze flutters back down to you— loving how absolutely debauched you look, hair a mess, eyes all watery, cheeks tear stricken. Her own personal fuck toy. She pulls you back, thumb caressing over your jaw soothingly and you don’t stop yourself from leaning into her palm needily. “Look at you, such a pretty puppy.” Her fingertips graze over your chin, collecting her cum back up only to smear it over your glossy lips, her eyes darkening in awe— “So fucking pretty.”

[caitlynsrighteye]

silk satin sheets

❝ CAITLYN KIRAMANN ❞⠀

contains : mean caitlyn , dirty talk , strap (reader!rec) , vulgar language , using reader as a distraction , caitlyn thinking about vi , finger sucking , top caitlyn , dominant caitlyn.

"f - fuck! caitlyn i can't -"

"wrong name dear.."

"c - commander! please!"

if someone asked you how'd you ended up in commander kiramanns bed...you genuinely wouldn't have an answer for them.

you were one of the lucky enforcers who had gotten picked to be on caitlyn kiramann's special force team, you didn't know much about the young kiramann girl - and it was hard to since she seemed like a hard shell to crack and get to know..every mission...every failed mission she just seemed to grow more distant, more angry...

especially when she returned from another failed mission without her usual panther by her side...by the irritated yet tired look on her face no one dared to question where the red-headed zaunite girl - who seemed to always be with caitlyn until now was.

and now ever since than ... she grew more demanding as leads began to dry up, more angry....yet you saw through that...to you..you didn't see that angry, demanding, commander...you just saw a hurt girl trying to fill a hole that she didn't know how to fill...with no instructions...no direction in which to go.

so you tried to comfort her.

grow closer to her.

be that shoulder that she had once lost to lean on when things got bad.

and somehow in that process..

you ended up naked, the flesh of your body beaming in sweat..on her dark blue silk satin sheets..

for the third time this week.

"ahh fu - you're s-so deep cait - commander!" your pathetic whiny babbles coming out muffled as your sticky and damp cheek was pushed up against her pillow, both your hands trembling as you were told by the blue haired woman to hold your legs, pulling away flesh so she could see her strap clearly disappearing in your wet cunt.

you could feel your wet juices flowing down your legs, you already came yet she wouldn't stop - she had your hips in a tight hold - her long slender fingers gripping the fat on your waist as her hips slammed continously against you - "you can fuckin' take it" she snarls...her sharp blue eyes staring at where you two were connected.

she couldn't stop staring - wouldn't stop staring..the sight was almost addictive..the long slender silicone appearing and reappearing either every thrust of her hips.

you were exhausted, attempting to swallow the high-pitched whimpers that escaped your swollen lips - but apart of you almost felt embarrassed .. knowing she was using your body for her own use...just knowing she had someone else in her mind other than you..

yet - you stayed..you stayed with your warm sticky cheek pressed harshly against her silk pillow with your ass parched up for her.

but my god - even if caitlyn was picturing someone else - something else...she couldn't deny how beautiful you looked this wasn't her usual self...she knew that....that tough - demanding expression faltering slightly whenever you obeyed her words..whenever those sweet pathetic sounds escaped your lips.

it's true, she was just using you as a distraction..as a toy.. but - she needed this..oh how desperately she needed this...it was almost pathetic.

she felt bad, you were sweet...you were really fucking sweet...

she barely knew you ... all she knew was that you cared for her - she didn't fucking know why but ... it felt nice for awhile having somebody by her side again , it reminded her of someone... a certain someone.

you knew this wasn't going to last , caitlyn wasn't in love with you ... you knew the growing feelings in your heart weren't going to match her's in the slightest - you knew you were probably a stupid rebound, but .. fuck ...

those reality checks are kinda hard to think of when her strap is 6 inches deep in your fucked out cunt.

suddenly caitlyn's arms wrapped around your torso, flipping you roughly on your back, causing a sharp yelp to escape your lips ... her strap entering you once more before you could even process your new position.

her palmed gently pressed against your lower stomach as her hips snapped at a fast pace.

"a - ah! shit! cait - ahhh" you moaned out as your hands searched for something to grip on , your hips buckling frantically as you felt you weren't going to last much longer again.

your teary eyes slowly opened as they caught the sight of the beauty above you , her hair coming undone by her fast pace movements , long stranding of her dark blue hair in her face - her face flushed as her droppy eyes were locked on the sight in between your legs.

her gaze almost in a daze.

"c-cait - commander please.."

caitlyn's eyes snap up at the sound of your whiny voice... eyeing your flustered face - fucked out expression.

her hips faltering for a moment as she leaned down, hand gripping the headboard above you as she leaned closer to you, fixing her position. "you're doing so good.. " she whispered lowly in your ear as her free hand gripped your thigh as she began pounding in you faster.

you let out shallow breaths ... soft moans as your thighs opened wider .. growing so incredibly sensitive you wanted something else ...... slowly you leaned your head up further towards caitlyn's - who's was right above you ... leaning up in an attempt to catch her lips with yours only to be meant with nothing ... your eyes slowly opening as you feel her actions slow down..

caitlyn stared at you with an expression you couldn't quite read - unreadable inked on her face as she just gazed down at you , her grip on the headboard loosening.

you didn't know what you were expecting , even though she fucked you in her own bed ... was inches deep inside you , she never let you kiss her ... as if that was to intimate for the girl... embarrassment filled throughout your body , cheeks warmed as your eyes began to avoid her gaze.. opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off.

"open your mouth .." caitlyn whispered as she leaned closer to you , her droopy eyes staring at your plump lips.

without hesitation, you did what she asked.

you moan at the sudden feeling of her fingers on your tongue, her fingers pressing against it as she leaned closer .. your body shuddering as you felt her fingers slowly thrust in your mouth ... her hips slowly matching the rhythm.

"are you going to be a good girl for me? hm?" she questions you as she analyzed your expressions. . . you rapidly nod your head at her words - lips closing around her long fingers , hips buckling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

"yeah?" caitlyn roughly pulled her fingers from your mouth as she leaned up straightening her back , her palm of her hand gently hitting your thigh.

"get back on your stomach with your head down - i don't wanna hear a fucking sound until you're cumming around my cock" caitlyn spoke to you in a demanding tone - a tone you've grown very familiar with .... something you've grown to love alot.

"o-okay commander kiramann.."