kiera.

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[navyiera]

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kiera/kie/era [whatever you want] · entp · girl kisser · 19 · 🇨🇦

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arcane, tlou, resident evil, final fantasy, chainsaw man, jjk, kakegurui, aot etc (?)

[3-aem]

shoko save me shoko

[navyiera]

Finally feeling like writing after seven months. How do y'all feel about jjk fics? If yes, feel free to send requests if you like my works!

hm

YES

not me personally

Voting ended onApr 16

[bewitched-pearl]

ahem.

cait having sensitive nipples and cumming just from having them sucked and played with.

she's deeply embarassed but wants more.

goodbye.

Caitlyn and her sensitive nipples | CAITLYN KIRAMMAN x FEM!READER

summary: Caitlyn is always working so hard.. so obviously you have to ease her stress by sucking and playing with her sensitive nipples (and show her not to be embarrassed by said nipples).

content warning: SMUT . nipple play + sucking . squirting . (brief) mention of strap-on use .

tag list: @thatredheadloserlesbian

If there was one thing Caitlyn was ashamed about, it was her sensitive nipples.

You figured this out when you two were having sex: you were fucking her with your strap, and she was in incoherent, moaning mess. Then, your hands had moved their way to her breasts and twisted her nipples with your fingers.

She came almost instantly. Her head fell back against the pillows and her lips were slack while she looked up at you with half lidded eyes.

And now you couldn’t get the look or sounds out of your head.

Now, in the present, you were lying next to Cait, watching her read a case file before your eyes wandered to her chest.

“Cait..?”

“Hm?”

“Can I play with your breasts?”

Caitlyn looked at you, blood rushing to her cheeks as she thought about what you asked.

“Please?” You asked, looking up at her with puppy eyes. Your fingers toyed with her shirt, wanting so desperately to pull it off. “You’ll feel so good, I promise.” You added.

Caitlyn sighed, before reluctantly (non reluctantly) agreeing with a nod. You smiled, pulling Caitlyn on top of you so she was straddling your waist.

Pulling off her shirt, you were met with her erect nipples. God, they looked gorgeous.

Your fingertips moved to the sensitive nubs, twisting and pinching just to hear how her breath would hitch or the soft moans that desperately wanted to leave Cait’s lips.

“More… please..?” She begged softly, pressing her head against your shoulder to hide her blush.

“Of course, cupcake.” You replied, kissing her cheek before turning your attention back to her breasts. Toying with the nubs with your fingers until you took one into your mouth and sucked tenderly at the soft flesh while you could feel how wet she was as she straddled you.

Moans tumbled out her sweet lips, hands tangling themselves in your hair and keeping your face pressed against her chest.

“You’re so drenched, gorgeous. Are you that turned on?” You joked, pausing and looking down at the sopping wet patch on her panties.

Cait blushed more, pushing your head to her other breast. “Just.. just keep sucking..” She whimpered — turning into a low squeal as you did what she asked. One of your hands palmed her other boob and massaged it. You could feel Caitlyn starting to pant and how she seemed to be getting close.

“Darlinggg.. keep going!” She moaned next to your ear, holding onto you tighter. Your tongue flicked at her nipple before gently biting it.

That seemed to put Caitlyn over the edge. A guttural moan escaped her desperate lips as she threw her head back. Her mouth was half open, eyes half lidded.

She even squirted onto your waist with a whimper.

You leaned your head back to look at her panting form.

She met your gaze, “Can we do that again..?” She asked, looking down and seeing how her juices were covering your lower body.

You grinned, both hands going to her tits and squeezing them.

“Of course, cupcake.”

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[navyiera]

velvet ring.

pairing: hange zoe x fem!reader tags; bed-stuff, fluff, established relationship

The morning crept in slowly, gold spilling across the sheets and casting the room in a hush. Curtains shifted gently with the breeze, carrying the faint chill of dawn, but under the blankets everything was warm. Safe.

Hange’s breathing was steady against your cheek, their chest rising and falling beneath where you lay sprawled across them. One of their arms was looped securely around your waist, heavy with sleep, the other bent at an awkward angle, fingers twitching faintly like they were still dreaming. Their hair brushed across your forehead in a mess of tangles, smelling faintly of soap and smoke and something uniquely them.

You shifted slightly, the sheets rustling with the motion. They stirred at once, not fully awake, but enough to pull you closer. A soft hum slipped from their throat, low and warm, and their hand found your hip with instinctive ease, squeezing gently. The sound alone made your chest ache with fondness.

Neither of you spoke. There was no need.

Their face was turned into your neck, lips brushing your skin as they exhaled. The ghost of a kiss lingered there, barely a touch, but it made your breath catch all the same. A moment later, they pressed another, this one firmer, lingering, against the slope of your shoulder.

You closed your eyes, sinking into their warmth, into the way their mouth moved lazily along your collarbone as though they had all the time in the world. They did not hurry, did not seek to do anything but mark the quiet morning with soft, absent devotion. Each kiss was a punctuation in the silence: here, here, here.

Their fingers traced patterns down your spine in time with them, the path of touch and lips weaving together in a rhythm that lulled you into something deeper than rest.

When they reached the hollow of your throat, they lingered, pressing a kiss there and nuzzling into your skin as though burrowing closer. Your hand rose on its own, tangling in their messy hair, holding them there. They murmured something incoherent into your skin, lips moving against you with a quiet hum that felt like another kiss.

The minutes stretched on like that, their mouth trailing across your shoulder, your collarbones, the curve of your neck, slow, lazy, reverent. Not rushed, never rushed. As though they were memorizing you all over again with every soft press of lips, content to spend the whole morning doing nothing else.

Your body melted against theirs, pliant, trusting. Every sigh you released made their hand tighten slightly at your hip, their kisses deepen just a fraction before softening again.

You tilted your head back, giving them more room, and they followed eagerly, dotting a path from your shoulder up to your jaw with feather-light kisses. The glow of the sun caught on their hair, turning the strands to fire, and for a fleeting moment, you thought they had never looked more beautiful.

They shifted only to tuck you closer, their lips finding the curve of your neck once more, their breath warm against your skin. Their kisses slowed, finally stilling, but their mouth remained pressed against you like they couldn’t quite bear to stop.

No words. Just warmth. Just touch. Just the weight of them holding you there in the golden quiet of the morning, as though nothing outside that room existed.

The world could wait.

Here, you were theirs.

[navyiera]

I've heard your pleas and I'm pausing everything caitlyn for now. anyone you want to see in my blog for the first time?

jinx (crazy that I haven't written for her)

dina (also insane)

ambessa medarda (mommy)

Voting ended onApr 28, 2025

[also reqs are open again yay!!! im done with drafts, so if you requested, it'll be posted soon. please be patient, love you.]

[navyiera]

Fe+Ag

pairing: g!p sevika x female reader

cw! p in v, sleeping with it in (?)

The room is heavy with heat and the slow tick of the ceiling fan overhead. Sevika’s weight presses into you : steady, grounding. She’s half-propped over you, lazy from afterglow, her broad hand running absently along your thigh like she can’t stand the idea of not touching you.

She’s still inside you. Big, overwhelming, filling, hard. It should feel too much. It doesn’t. It feels right. Feels just right when it starts to poke at your womb.

You shift just a little beneath her, legs tightening around her waist. She grunts low in her throat, dragging her mouth lazily across your collarbone, her breath sticky and uneven.

“Still want me to stay like this?” she mutters against your skin.

You nod, too dazed to speak at first. “Feels good... wanna sleep like this.”

A rough, almost disbelieving sound leaves her, something between a chuckle and a groan. She lifts her head just enough to look down at you, her messy hair falling into her face, dark eyes burning through the haze. “Greedy little thing,” she rumbles, but her hand, calloused and careful, strokes your hip like you’re something precious.

You can feel the way she’s fighting her own instincts. The twitch of her muscles, the way her jaw tenses. Sevika’s not built for tenderness. She’s built for war, for survival. But for you... she softens. Slowly. Like heated metal taking a new shape.

“You sure you can handle it?” she teases lowly, but even then, she’s already settling her weight heavier onto you, locking you beneath her, locking herself inside. Dick sliding deeper into your cunt.

You whimper softly, tilting your hips up just enough to feel her sink even deeper, and Sevika’s whole body shudders against you. Her tip hits your cervix and then you relax again.

"Fuck," she rasps, voice cracking open. “You're dangerous, y'know that?”

You smile sleepily, threading your fingers through her hair. “Stay.”

A long breath spills from her. shaky, worn down.

“…Yeah, alright,” she mutters, voice rough. “i'll... stay"

She shifts just enough to tuck you tighter against her chest, her body wrapped around yours, the heat of her keeping you rooted to the mattress. She kisses the top of your head, a clumsy, dragging thing, and mumbles something too soft for you to catch.

Within minutes, you both drift off like that, still joined, still wanting, still theirs.

[navyiera]

SHE'S MY COLLAR; c.k

pairing: sub!caitlyn x dom!femreader

nsfw (mild) pt.1. tried to be poetic smh

MDNI!

Her legs are already shaking, and you haven’t even touched her properly yet.

Caitlyn’s back arches just a little, enough to make her nightgown shift up her thighs. The lavender silk clings to her skin like it’s too shy to leave her body entirely, but she doesn’t stop you as your fingers trail up the inside of her leg. Light, maddening, teasing.

“Y-you’re doing that thing again,” she stammers, voice tighter than usual, that practiced elegance breaking at the edges.

You tilt your head. “What thing?”

Her breath catches when you kiss just below her navel. “You know what.”

But you only hum against her skin, and Caitlyn’s hands fist in the sheets like she’s trying to remember how to breathe. Her legs spread a little further on instinct, her control slipping just as sweetly as her voice. She’s flushed already, cheeks and chest blooming red like she’s been caught doing something wrong.

“You can’t keep looking at me like that,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip as your hands slide up under the silk. “Like- like you know everything."

“Oh, Caitlyn,” you murmur, brushing your nose against the curve of her hip, “I know.”

She lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a whimper, her thighs tensing beneath your arms. You’ve got her pinned in place without even trying.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” she says, trying to sound firm, like the enforcer again. But her voice trembles, betrays her. “I was going to be- fuck - more composed.”

“Then why are you dripping for me already?” You kiss higher, hear her sharp intake of breath. “Why are you looking away every time I speak?”

She tries to glare at you, but her eyes flutter half-shut when your thumb brushes against her clothed cunt, slow, barely there. “Because you’re not fair,” she mutters, the words tight and hushed.

You chuckle, low and dangerous. “And you’re not very good at pretending you don’t love it.”

Caitlyn gasps when you nip at her inner thigh, and her hand flies to your hair, fingers knotting like she can’t decide if she wants to push you away or pull you closer. She ends up doing neither, just holds on.

“Please,” she breathes, so quietly you almost don’t hear it.

You look up, watch her eyes dart away as soon as she realizes what she said.

“Say that again.”

Her lips part. Her throat works. “I didn’t—”

You press your mouth flush against the inside of her thigh, and she chokes on her own breath.

“Caitlyn.”

And this time, she gives it to you, soft and embarrassed and wrecked.

“Please.”

Her voice breaks around it.

And that is when you push her lacey panties aside and finally move your digits into her warm, inviting and very familiar cunt, slow and sure and so devastatingly gentle at first that Caitlyn arches hard, her hand clamping over her mouth like she’s afraid someone might hear her fall apart.

But you don’t let her hide. You pull her hand away, kiss her palm before pinning it above her head, and she moans without meaning to, all tight and high and helpless.

“That’s it,” you whisper, mouth moving with hers, “Just like that, pretty girl.”

She whimpers. And when she does it again, you swear she nearly sobs with how much she loves it, loves being talked to like this, touched like this, owned like this. Caitlyn is a gentle lover.

Whatever walls she built between who she is now and who she was before? They’re gone. You can see Caitlyn slipping out of her defenses—soft-eyed, red-cheeked, eager-to-please Caitlyn, melting under your hands and whispering your name like a prayer she shouldn’t know.

You don’t stop until her legs are shaking again, this time for real. Until she’s whispering nonsense into your neck, legs wrapped around your waist, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping her grounded. And it's when your finger leaves the rim of her entrance that her legs drop back to the mattress. Maybe her mother was right, maybe you are a menace because her daughter sure didn't like how you left that knot twisted and definitely not broken.

And then she huffs, soft and breathless, hiding her face in your shoulder.

“You're insufferable,” she whispers, “.... and embarrassing”

“Oh, my apologies," you murmur against her ear, "Although you should'nt be saying that if you want more."

She groans into the pillow. “....sorry"

You hum thoughtfully. “That’s what I thought"

[navyiera]

ABQ; [c.k]

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

genre: comfort fluff [sweat and being on the bed before showering, if that bothers you]

The room is quiet, save for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the rustling of sheets. Outside, the city murmurs faintly through the open window — distant carriage wheels, laughter from some late-night revelers, a patrolman's whistle carried in by the cool night breeze.

Caitlyn's breath is warm against your skin, slow and steady. She’s lying on her stomach, sprawled between your legs, head resting on your belly like it's the only pillow that could ever bring her peace. Her arms are draped beneath your thighs, caging you in a way that feels more comforting than confining like even in sleep, she doesn’t want to let go.

The soft violet nightdress she wears clings loosely to her figure, half-twisted from how she collapsed on the bed. The fabric brushes your skin where it rides up her hip, and one of her feet dangles off the edge of the mattress, sockless and chilled. She had come home late, hair mussed, uniform discarded in a trail from the front door to your shared room, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but soft when they landed on you.

Now, her cheek is pressed to your stomach, her lashes fanned out in contrast against the faint circles under her eyes. You run your fingers lightly through her hair, gently detangling the knots that the day left behind.

“You’re gonna fall asleep like this,” you murmur, not really trying to wake her.

“Mmhmm,” she hums without lifting her head, voice like silk slipping off a shelf. “Comfortable.”

“You’re crushing my bladder.”

“You’ll live.”

You snort, the sound breaking the hush of the night. Her arms tighten slightly under your legs, and she lets out a long breath, melting into you further. Her breath tickles your skin, and your fingers pause, brushing the back of her neck where her baby hairs are damp with sweat. Her skin is warm, a little too warm, the kind of heat that comes from overworking, from too many hours spent in Piltover’s sun chasing shadows and chasing justice.

“You didn’t eat,” you say softly. “There’s soup on the stove.”

“Too tired. You’re warm. You smell nice.” Her words slur into each other, more instinct than speech.

You stroke the shell of her ear and smile. “You smell like gunpowder and sweat.”

Caitlyn chuckles against your stomach. “Sexy.”

“Wildly.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The fan continues to spin overhead. You can hear her heartbeat, steady and slow, and you match your breathing to hers. Your fingers trail over her shoulder blades, where old scars still sit like ghosts remnants of a life dedicated to chasing danger. She never talks about them, but she doesn’t flinch when you touch them either. She trusts you.

You press a kiss to the crown of her head. “You’re allowed to rest, you know.”

“I am resting. You’re very restable.”

“That’s not a word.”

“It is now.”

You smile again, brushing your thumb along the ridge of her shoulder. “You don’t always have to be the protector. You don’t have to carry it all.”

“I know,” she says after a beat, quieter now. “But sometimes I don’t know how to set it down.”

You understand. You always have. Caitlyn Kiramman, the golden girl of Piltover, the Sheriff’s pride, the noble daughter. She walks with expectations stacked higher than her own name. But here, in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, tangled in your sheets with her head on your stomach and hair falling into her eyes, she’s just Caitlyn. Just tired, tender, and yours.

“You don’t have to know how,” you whisper. “Just let me hold it with you.”

One eye peeks open, glassy with fatigue but lit with something soft. She turns her face slightly, enough to press a kiss to the space just above your navel. It lingers, a silent thank you, a promise.

“Love you,” she murmurs, lips barely moving.

You smile, and this time it reaches your chest, blooming slow and steady like a secret. “I love you too.”

The city outside continues its lullaby, but inside your room, time has slowed. Caitlyn shifts slightly, curling further into you, and you rest both hands on her back, anchoring her there. She’s asleep before the next minute passes, her weight heavy but familiar.

rushed and lowkey shitty. I apologise (reqs are closed for now!)

[gtgbabie0]

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.”

[navyiera]

THERE GOES MY BABY;

loser!ellie x fem!reader

stop don't talk to me, loser lamer wannabe like oh totally 😜 (title has nothing to do with the story... well kinda)

Ellie Williams was a mess.

Not in the way most people were, she wasn’t disorganized or reckless (well, not always). But socially? Academically? Romantically? Yeah. She was an absolute loser.

And for some godforsaken reason, you liked her anyway.

It was late. The campus library had long since emptied, and the two of you sat on the grass just outside, your backs resting against a brick wall. Ellie had a blunt between her fingers, but it had burned out ages ago. She was too distracted to notice.

You. You were the problem.

You had been teasing her all day, poking fun at her shitty notes, the way she mumbled under her breath when she concentrated, the way her ears burned whenever you leaned in too close.

And you were doing it again now, looking at her with that knowing smirk, eyes flickering down to her mouth like you were waiting for her to do something.

Ellie swallowed.

She was trying so hard to play it cool, but you had her fucked up.

“You gonna kiss me or just stare at me all day?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

Ellie blinked. “I—what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ellie.”

She froze.

That tone. The way you said her name, like it was a command, like you knew she was about to listen to you no matter what you said. Yeah. That did it.

Ellie dropped the dead cigarette, barely noticing as she leaned in, hesitating just a second before finally-

Kissing you.

It was messy.

Ellie kissed like she was afraid you’d change your mind, all heat and desperation, like she’d been waiting for this but had no idea what to do now that she finally had it.

You smiled against her lips, one hand reaching up to tangle in her hair, tugging her even closer.

Ellie groaned softly, already dizzy, already in way too deep.

She pulled you into her lap, hands clumsy on your waist, half-afraid to touch you too much but needing you closer all the same.

You pulled back just slightly, lips so close to hers, and smirked.

“You’re a terrible kisser.”

Ellie’s brain short-circuited. Literally.

“Excuse me?”

You laughed, pressing a quick peck to her jaw before whispering, “But I think it’s cute.”

Ellie groaned, tilting her head back against the brick wall. “You’re so fucking mean to me.”

You just grinned, kissing her again. “You like it.”

And yeah. Yeah, she really fucking did. So much so that she didn't hesitate to push you flat against the grass, ignoring your complaints about the 'dirt' or something. She didn't care, all she cared about was that you weren't pushing her away.

[navyiera]

[requested] how would flirty!vi treat reader who is insecure of their thick thighs? (req pinned below)

all of you are perfect! keep that in mind. era loves y'all 💖 [also very short. Im having a block but i still wanted to do this incase any of you needed it. And please do not hesitate to send requests, I'm more than happy to write them! Or to vent to me. Im a good listener!]

Vi, Who Knows You Are Insecure About Your Thighs, But She Thinks They're Perfect. That you're perfect.

It starts like it always does with you fidgeting. Hands gripping at the fabric of your shorts, tugging them lower like it'll change anything. Like it'll shrink the way your thighs press together when you sit, the way they spill over the edge of Vi’s bed just a little too much for your liking.

She sees it. She always sees it.

“Babe,” Vi murmurs from her spot beside you, where she’s been leaning back against the headboard, arms folded like she’s been waiting for this moment. And she has.

You refuse to look at her, but that doesn’t stop her from moving, doesn’t stop the way she shifts onto her knees, crowding into your space. Fingers slip beneath your chin, tilting your face toward hers. "What did I tell you about that?"

You open your mouth, but she beats you to it. "No hiding from me." Her voice gentle with a tinge of something you can't put a finger on. Assertiveness? Protectiveness? Or perhaps love.

It’s unfair, really, the way she says it like it’s a rule she expects you to follow, like the shape of you is something you should be flaunting rather than something to tuck away. But Vi doesn't just like your thighs—she worships them. She fixates.

And you know what’s coming next.

Her hands, rough and calloused, slide down your arms, then lower. She palms at the meat of your thigh, gripping, squeezing, before sinking her fingers in like she means to leave marks. Like she wants you to feel her there long after she’s gone.

A quiet sound escapes your lips, and she smirks. “See? Feels good, huh?”

You roll your eyes, shoving weakly at her shoulder, but she just laughs. It’s low, husky, the kind that sends heat curling up your spine. "Nah, you don't get it," Vi says, voice dipping as she leans in, forehead brushing yours. "These thighs, babe? They’re perfect. And not in some half-assed 'oh, you should love yourself' kinda way. I mean it. I need them."

She proves her point by ducking lower, pressing her face to them, mouth ghosting over your skin in something between reverence and hunger. And then she bites, just enough to make you twitch.

"Fuck, you drive me insane," she mutters, dragging her tongue over the spot she just claimed. "D'you know how much I think about these? How much I wanna be between them, under them, pinned 'til I can't fucking move?"

Your face burns. "Vi—"

"Mm-mm." She cuts you off, nosing at your inner thigh, voice thick with something raw. "You're gonna sit there and let me appreciate you. All of you. Especially this." Another squeeze, another kiss, her breath hot against your skin. "So, if you're still thinkin’ about hiding from me? You better unlearn that real quick."

And with the way she’s looking at you, like you’re something to be adored, to be devoured, You think maybe, just maybe, she’s right. (she is)

[navyiera]

caitlyn who is obsessed with reader's stomach.

mild, suggestive

Caitlyn Kiramman, who is obsessed with your stomach, always touching and pinching, literally cannot get her hands off you.

It starts innocently enough. Her palm resting against your stomach when you lie together, fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of your shirt. Then it becomes more. A habit, a fixation. She lifts your shirt just to press her cool fingers against your bare skin, watching with a smug little smile as you shiver.

"You're so soft here," she murmurs, voice full of something fond and teasing, pressing her thumb into the dip of your navel. If you're standing, she sidles up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, her hands slipping under your sweater, fingers flexing against your sides. If you're sitting, she rests her head against your lap, cheek pressing against your stomach like it's the most comfortable pillow in the world.

And then there's the pinching. gentle, playful, a slow drag of her fingers followed by the tiniest squeeze at your waist. Enough to make you flinch, to make you swat at her hand, but not enough to make you truly protest. She grins when you gasp, tilting her head to look up at you like she hasn’t done anything at all.

"Don't pout," she laughs, smoothing her hands over the spots she just pinched, massaging slow, deliberate circles into your skin. "You know I love every part of you, darling." Her lips press softly against your stomach, lingering. "Can't get enough."

Even when you try to squirm away, she doesn’t let you go. Not really. Her hands always find their way back, warm and possessive, like she needs to remind herself you’re real. That you're hers.

Her fingers always grazing your skin whenever she can, a thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt. She claims she just likes how warm you are, how soft you feel under her touch, but the way her hands linger says otherwise.

Then it turns into something more. Something deeper.

Her hands splay against your stomach when you're alone together, fingertips ghosting over your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. She hums in approval when you shiver, when your breath hitches just slightly. "Sensitive here, aren't you?" she murmurs, her lips following the path of her fingers, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your waist, up to your ribs, dragging her teeth ever so lightly just to hear your reaction.

She loves the way you react to her touch. the way your body betrays you, arching ever so slightly when she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your pants, tracing the edge but never quite dipping lower. "You like this," she says, half a statement, half a tease, and she proves it by pressing her lips to your navel, letting her breath ghost over your skin.

And when you try to push her away, to swat at her hands when she gives you one of those playful pinches at your side, she only grins, fingers pressing down, firm and possessive. "Mine," she murmurs, hands traveling lower, "all mine."

[navyiera]

Baby Came Home;

pairing: modern!au!ellie x fem!reader

a/n: nothing to say other than keeping the memory of fluffy farm ellie.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. Her warmth.

Ellie is practically glued to you, her arm slung over your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck. She sleeps like someone who never really learned how to. light and restless, always shifting, always searching for something just outside her reach. But now, in the quiet morning glow, she’s still. Peaceful.

You don’t move at first, just take her in. The freckles scattered across her skin, the way her hair sticks up in wild angles, the steady rise and fall of her breath against your collarbone. She smells like old leather and cedar, something unmistakably Ellie.

Then, with a soft grumble, she stirs.

“Mmhh… what time is it?” Her voice is hoarse with sleep, words slurred together as she nuzzles closer, like the morning itself is offensive.

You glance at your phone. “Too early.”

She huffs, tightening her arm around you. “Then go back to sleep.”

You smile, fingers absentmindedly tracing the ridges of her knuckles. “You go back to sleep.”

“I am,” she mumbles, though she’s definitely more awake now. One green eye cracks open, half-lidded and lazy as she peers up at you. “You staring at me or something?”

“Maybe.”

She smirks, but it’s soft, sleep-dazed. “Creep.”

You roll your eyes but don’t pull away when she shifts, pressing a slow, barely-there kiss against your shoulder. It lingers, lazy and warm, before she flops back down against the pillow with a sigh. “Five more minutes.”

You brush a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. “Take your time.”

Ellie takes full advantage of those five minutes. Maybe more.

She melts into you, face pressed against your shoulder, one leg thrown over yours like she’s trying to keep you there. Not that you’re going anywhere.

The world outside is creeping awake. cars passing, birds chattering, the distant hum of life carrying on, but here, in this small, warm space, time doesn’t feel real.

You run your fingers through Ellie’s hair, letting them tangle and smooth through the strands. She hums, barely awake, and shifts slightly, her hand sliding over your ribs, tracing slow, absentminded patterns on your skin.

"You’re doing that thing again," she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

"What thing?"

"Being all soft and… touchy." She peeks up at you with a lazy smirk. "Didn’t know you were such a sap."

You scoff. "Says the one who literally won’t let go of me right now."

Ellie tightens her grip around your waist in response. "Shut up."

You laugh, quiet and warm, tilting your head to press a kiss to her forehead. She sighs, almost content, before shifting onto her back, one arm draped behind her head as she stares up at the ceiling.

The morning light catches on the faint scars on her arms, on the curve of her jaw, on the sleep-soft edges of her expression.

After a moment, she glances at you. "You hungry?"

You grin. "You offering to cook?"

She snorts. "Fuck no. But I do have a very advanced skill of dialing a number and saying ‘hello, yes, I’d like a large stack of pancakes, please.’"

You shake your head, laughing. "Fine. But I’m picking the place."

Ellie grins, kissing your shoulder again. "Mkay."

Before you can get up, she hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face toward hers. The kiss is slow and unhurried, still warm with sleep, still drowsy with morning. She lingers, her lips brushing against yours like she’s memorizing the feel of it, like she’s trying to trap this moment between you.

When she finally pulls back, her thumb grazes your cheek. "Morning kisses are a thing now, by the way."

You hum, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Not complaining."

She huffs, eyes soft, before finally stretching with a groan. "Alright, pancakes."

You laugh, threading your fingers through hers as you sit up. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s go."

[navyiera]

All the Things I Love about You

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

synopsis: sometimes there are bad days when things don't go your way but luckily there's caitlyn who can turn everything back to the way you like it.

for anyone who's having a bad day :( keep going, im proud of you!!

You don’t mean to say it out loud.

It’s just one of those days. one where your mind feels cluttered and restless, where the smallest things seem to go wrong, and suddenly, everything feels heavier than it should. You don’t know when it started, but now you’re moving around the room, absentmindedly mumbling under your breath, listing every little thing you don’t like about yourself.

“Too indecisive… get flustered too easily… always messing things up…”

Caitlyn looks up from her book across the room, her gaze sharp and steady as she watches you move. At first, she doesn’t say anything, just quietly observing. But when you sigh and mutter something about being “too much of a burden,” she closes her book with a quiet thud.

“Well, I suppose I should chime in,” she says matter-of-factly.

You blink, turning toward her. “What?”

She stands, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in her blouse, and takes a step closer. “Since we’re listing things, I’d like to add a few of my own.”

Your stomach tightens. “Caitlyn, that’s not—”

She doesn’t let you finish. Instead, she reaches for your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip is firm but gentle, grounding. “I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about.”

You freeze. “Caitlyn—”

“I love how thoughtful you are, how you notice the smallest details about people and remember them,” she continues, as if you hadn’t spoken. “Like the way you always make my tea just how I like it. Or how you remember which side of the bed I prefer, even though I wouldn’t mind switching.”

Her voice is calm, unwavering, and she’s looking at you so intently that it’s impossible to brush off her words.

“I love how you get excited over the little things. how you squeeze my hand when you see a cat across the street, or how you gasp at the first snowfall of the year, like you’re seeing it for the first time.”

A lump forms in your throat, but she isn’t finished.

“I love how expressive you are. How I can read your thoughts just by watching your face.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you with fond amusement. “Like right now. You’re trying to figure out how to change the subject.”

You let out a small, shaky laugh, dropping your gaze. “Maybe.”

She squeezes your hand before letting go, only to cup your face instead, tilting it back up so you have no choice but to meet her eyes. “I love how much you care, even when you try to downplay it. How you always notice when I’m tired and bring me tea before I even ask. How you listen really listen when I talk, even when I ramble.”

You swallow hard, struggling to hold her gaze. “Caitlyn, I…”

She leans in just slightly, pressing her forehead against yours. “I love your laugh,” she murmurs. “I love the way you hum when you’re focused, and how you tilt your head when you’re curious. I love how you always reach for my hand, even when you’re half-asleep. And I love how you try to hide your smile when I’m being too sappy.”

You let out another breathless laugh, one that turns into something closer to a soft sniffle as you blink rapidly. “This is unfair.”

She smiles, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “It’s the truth.”

A few seconds of silence stretch between you, warm and quiet. Then, she whispers, “And I love you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling slowly before opening them again. “I don’t always feel like I’m worth all that.”

Caitlyn doesn’t hesitate. “You are.”

The certainty in her voice makes something ache deep in your chest.

She tilts your chin up slightly, eyes full of quiet affection. “I don’t care how long it takes for you to believe me. I’ll remind you every time.”

You nod, unable to trust your voice, and she takes it as permission to close the last bit of space between you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

She lingers there for a moment, her lips warm against your skin, before pulling back just enough to press another to your cheek. Then another, slower, against the corner of your mouth, her breath fanning against your lips.

You exhale, tilting toward her instinctively. “You’re really witty, you know that?”

Caitlyn hums, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Mm. But you’re smiling now.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest refuses to fade. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I’m trying.”

Caitlyn’s expression softens even further. “That’s enough.”

She pulls you into a gentle hug, and you let yourself sink into it, letting her warmth chase away the last lingering shadows of doubt.

[navyiera]

TERRAPIN;

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

synopsis: what's a better day than cuddling up to your girlfriend and playing games while she reads?

VERY short. sorry. I have many completed drafts for cait and even ellie so ill be posting them very fast. But PLEASE feel free to share your ideas in my reqs. I'm more than happy to comply. smut might take a while bec I'm not very efficient when it comes to that. Still it's open for reqs!!

The evening settles around you like a soft blanket, the kind Caitlyn always drapes over your shoulders when she thinks you’re too cold. The warm glow of the bedside lamp paints the room in amber hues, contrasting with the cooler, bluish light of your phone screen. Caitlyn’s beside you, sitting up against the headboard, one hand holding a book open while the other absentmindedly strokes your hair.

You’re curled up against her side, legs tangled with hers, head resting against her shoulder as you tap away at your game. The soft rustle of pages turning blends with the faint, rhythmic sounds of your gameplay. It’s a comfortable quiet, the kind you’ve come to cherish with her.

"You're frowning," Caitlyn murmurs, her voice gentle, her lips barely brushing your forehead as she speaks.

You huff, still focused on the screen. "This boss is annoying."

She chuckles, low and affectionate. "Is it one of those fights where you’re being stubborn instead of playing smart?"

You lift your head to give her an exaggerated glare, and she meets it with an amused, knowing smile. "You don’t know that," you grumble.

"I do," she teases, shifting slightly so she can kiss the top of your head. "You get that look when you're too deep in your pride to back down."

You sigh dramatically but don’t argue. She’s right, after all. Instead, you let your phone drop onto your stomach and lean further into her warmth. "What’re you reading?"

Caitlyn tilts the book slightly so you can see. "It’s a reread," she says. "One of my comfort books."

You don’t recognize the title, but it doesn’t matter. You like the way she talks about books, the way she gets this quiet reverence when she loves a story. You press your cheek against her shoulder, letting your eyes drift over the words even if you aren’t really following.

"Read to me?" you ask softly.

She hesitates, just for a second. Then, with a slight smile, she shifts the book, her voice slipping into a low, soothing cadence as she begins. You close your eyes, letting her words wash over you, warm and familiar like waves against the shore.

Minutes pass, or maybe longer. you lose track of time in the steady rhythm of her voice and the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath you. When she pauses to turn the page, you take the opportunity to press a kiss against her collarbone.

She hums in approval, the sound vibrating against your lips. "Distracted already?"

"Mm, not my fault," you murmur, pressing another kiss, this time against her jaw. She tilts her head slightly, giving you more room, and you take full advantage, trailing kisses up to the corner of her mouth.

Caitlyn catches your chin between her fingers, tilting your face up to look at her. Her expression is soft, eyes half-lidded with quiet amusement and something deeper, something warm. "You're beautiful."

You grin. "So are you."

Caitlyn sighs, but it's a fond one, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she finally leans down to kiss you properly. Her lips are soft, slow, unhurried, like she has all the time in the world to savor this. And maybe she does. Maybe you both do.

When she pulls away, she lets her forehead rest against yours for a moment before nudging you lightly. "I thought you were fighting an annoying boss."

You groan, flopping back against her side dramatically. "Ugh, don’t remind me."

She laughs, and you feel it in the way her chest moves against you, the way her fingers tighten slightly in your hair. "Come on," she says, reaching for your phone and placing it back in your hands. "I’ll hold you while you finish. No rage-quitting, though."

You grumble but settle back in, her arms wrapping around you as you refocus on the game. The warmth of her, the steady thrum of her heartbeat, the occasional soft kiss she presses against your temple, it all makes the fight a little easier, the loss a little less frustrating.

And when you finally win, she praises you like you’ve just conquered something monumental, her voice full of pride, her hands cupping your face as she kisses you again.

"See?" she murmurs against your lips. "Told you you’d get it."

You sigh contentedly, letting your phone slip from your fingers as you curl into her once more. "You’re so smug."

"I’m always right," Caitlyn corrects playfully, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you.

You roll your eyes but don't argue. Instead, you nestle closer, pressing your face against the crook of her neck. "Read to me again?"

Caitlyn smiles against your hair, her voice softer this time, carrying you both into the kind of quiet that lingers, warm and safe and full of love.

[navyiera]

HEAVY;

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x comfort!fem!reader

genre: fluff (bcs she's a sweetheart and people need to know that so ill be posting caitlyn fluff every. single. day until feb ends 🐈‍⬛)

You wake up to an empty bed. The sheets beside you are cool, the absence of warmth making the quiet night feel lonelier. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you sit up and glance toward the door. A faint glow spills from beneath it, stretching across the darkened floor.

Caitlyn

Pushing off the blankets, you pad across the room, your socked feet making no sound. The hallway is still, the only sign of life the soft rustling coming from behind the office door. You hesitate for just a moment before twisting the knob and stepping inside.

She doesn’t notice you at first. She’s hunched over her desk, a hand bracing her forehead, the other flipping through a stack of paperwork. The dim desk lamp casts shadows across her face, highlighting the pinch of stress in her brow. There are letters and documents scattered across the floor, a mess that’s so unlike her usual meticulousness.

“Caitlyn,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

She startles slightly, but when she looks up and sees you, her expression softens. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she says, voice calm but tired. “Go back to bed, love.”

Instead, you cross the room, stepping carefully over the papers until you’re right beside her chair. “You’re working too hard again.”

She sighs, letting her head drop back against the chair for a moment. “It needed to get done.”

You frown and, without hesitation, climb onto her lap, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. She lets out a quiet breath of amusement but doesn’t push you away. Instead, she encircles your waist, her grip firm but gentle.

You nuzzle into her neck, pressing the softest kiss just below her jaw. “You’re always taking care of everything,” you whisper. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Her fingers tighten slightly against your back. “You already do.”

You lean back just enough to cup her face, thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. “I mean it,” you insist, looking into her tired but still warm eyes. “You’re incredible. You do so much, and you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Her gaze flickers with something unreadable, but she doesn’t look away. You kiss her again, her forehead, her cheek, the tip of her nose. until you finally feel her shoulders relax.

“You’re relentless,” she murmurs, but there’s a hint of a smile in her voice now.

You grin, fingers lacing through hers. “And you love me for it.”

She exhales, her forehead pressing against yours. “That, I do.”

After a moment, you slip off her lap and onto the floor, gathering a stack of envelopes in your hands. “Come on. Let me help.”

She watches you for a second before shaking her head fondly. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

You give her a stubborn pout. “Not without you.”

A chuckle rumbles in her chest as she leans down and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Alright, love. Just for a little while.”

You scoot over and Caitlyn exhales, shaking her head as you lean closer against her leg. Her hand drifts to the small of your neck, fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles that make you feel warm and weightless.

“You’re making this very difficult,” she murmurs.

You peek up at her, feigning innocence. “Making what difficult?”

She gives you a pointed look, but there’s no real sternness behind it. “Working.”

You grin, pressing your forehead against her shoulder. “Good. You shouldn’t be working this late anyway.”

Caitlyn hums, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but she doesn’t make a move to return to the paperwork just yet. You take that as a win.

After a moment, Caitlyn shifts onto the floor, picking up a stack of letters.

“Alright. What’s urgent?” You ask as you eye to huge piles in the ground.

Caitlyn watches you for a beat before sighing and reaching for a few envelopes. “Bills first. Then I need to go through these reports and—”

You wrinkle your nose. “Boring.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, but you catch the ghost of a smile. “Yes, well, that’s adulthood for you.”

You sort through a few letters, then pause when one catches your eye. “Oh! This one smells like perfume.” You bring it to your nose, dramatically sniffing. “Scandalous.”

Caitlyn leans over, plucking it from your hands. “It’s from an old colleague. She insists on sealing everything with scented wax.”

You drum your fingers on the floor, watching her work. The tired pinch in her brow has softened, her shoulders looser than before. It’s subtle, but you can tell she’s relaxing.

“Do you ever take a break?” you ask after a while.

She doesn’t look up. “Of course I do.”

You frown. “Like an actual break. Not just sitting for five minutes and then finding something else to stress over.”

That makes her pause. Her fingers hesitate on a document, but then she sets it aside, finally meeting your gaze. “I suppose I could be better about that.”

You smile, pleased. “Yes, you could.”

You shrug, stacking another pile neatly. “I just think you deserve to rest.”

She exhales softly, but there’s something tender in her expression. “You’re too good to me.”

You blink, caught off guard by the quiet sincerity of it. Your chest feels light, like a warm breeze has passed through.

“You make it easy,” you say simply.

Caitlyn says nothing, just reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear before brushing her knuckles along your cheek. The touch lingers, gentle and grounding.

For a while, you continue sorting together, the night stretching on in peaceful silence. Eventually, as the last letter is placed in its proper pile, Caitlyn leans back with a sigh.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she murmurs.

You glance at the clock. “It was enough an hour ago.”

Caitlyn chuckles, shaking her head, but she stands anyway, offering you her hand. “Bed?”

You take her hand, letting her pull you up. “Bed.”

As soon as the word leaves your lips, Caitlyn tugs you in gently, her hand still wrapped around yours. You barely have time to react before her other hand cradles your face, thumb brushing softly over your cheek.

Then she kisses you.

It’s slow, indulgent, warm, and lingering. She tilts her head just enough to deepen it, her lips moving with quiet intent, as if savoring the moment. The exhaustion in her shoulders melts away under your touch as you lean into her, fingers curling against the front of her shirt.

When she finally pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours, exhaling softly. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

You smile, a little dazed, your heart fluttering in your chest. “You can thank me by actually sleeping.”

Caitlyn chuckles, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before gently pulling you toward the door. “Come on, then.”

And this time, she follows you to bed without hesitation.