Caitlyn Kiramman X Reader - Blog Posts

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vamp!caitlyn wants you ꨄ

18+ mdni men dni contains mentions of dom!cait, sub!reader, biting, tribbing. cunnilingus, pet names (love, sweetheart, darling).

(might make a part two, not sure)

These had been a rough weeks for your town. Everyone is scared to leave their houses, and almost all the agriculture or manual labor is disrupted.

What you didn't know is that, you, the daughter of a rich man, locked up in your own bedroom, had something to do with it. You had met her before, she was a nice woman in your eyes, made your heart flutter.

But you could never tell your father about your relationship with her. Sleeping with a woman before marriage? You would be burnt at the stake.

You would have never imagined.

The moon light casts a soft shine on your face as you are looking out your window again, your expression somber. Have your prayers fallen on deaf ears?

Is your father ever going to stop setting you up with men, is the slaughter around the town ever going to end?

You decide to call it a day, getting in your bed, lightening a candle, and going to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut.

You jolt awake, seeing your dress ridden up all the way to your chest.

—

"ngh... a-ah..." you are woken up by a rising heat through your body, the candle still casting an orange light around the room.

"w-what- hngg- caitlyn!" You squirm, looking down to see Caitlyn pressing kisses to your cunt.

"mh... missed you darling, missed you so much..." She hums agaisnt your heat, placing slow, wet, purposeful kisses to your pretty pussy.

You try to squirm away, confused on how she even got in, worried your dad could hear. Unfortunately for you, Caitlyn has other plans.

She grips your thighs painfully, burrying her face further in with a hunger you've never seen before. You let out a loud cry, your hand coming up to grip her hair.

"f-fuck!! A-hn—!" You squirm, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Her tongue seems so more skilled, her voice more rough, like she's ready to devour you.

She grips your hips, sucking on the little bud of nerves, licking, kissing.

"Look at me love." She says in that demanding tone you're so familiar with. You look down at her, seeing her tongue enter your sopping pussy, the hairs matted with arousal.

"C-Caitlyn! What is the meaning of this!" You gasp, quickly interruoted by her lips crashing into yours, tasting your own arousal in her tongue, in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Her hands trail under your sleepwear shirt, kneading at your boobs feverishly, making you let sharp gasps and moans.

She's completly lost in your scent, lips coming down to kiss and bite at your neck, except this time, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, feeling her fangs.

You desperately grip onto her arm, nails digging in her flesh as you let out a cry. Meanwhile she can only hum agaisnt your neck. She's never tasted any blood as sweet as yours. It's addicting, really, but she can't do that to her poor girl. She'd never risk the free will you have if going out in the sun, even if its pointless with a massacre she started going on outside.

She pulls away, blood painting her lips such a pretty dark red color as she licks it off, hand moving down to them hem of her pants, desperate to take them off.

Your hand goes to your neck, your hand stained in your blood as it dawns on you. It's her, the creature that has been slaughtering all your marriage candida-

"AGH!—" You scream, one of her hands underneath your shirt, twisting one of your nipples. There's a sadistic grin on her face, seeing your teary eyes and your helpless expression.

Your arousal overpowers your shock, as filthy as that makes you feel.

"C-Caitlyn! There's no way-!" You say in disbelief.

"M'sorry, need you so bad, can't help myself sweetheart..." She groans, underwear off.

As ridiculous as it sounds, you can't help but take pity on, she looks like she has restrained herself a lot.

She raises one of your legs, clit brushing agaisnt yours in a way that makes you even more dripping wet than you were before, biting your lip.

She rubs herself agaisnt you, head thrown back as she huffs and groans. "O-oh, so good, missed you, missed you so much darling..."

You moan at her words, clits rubbing so deliciously agaisnt eachother. You're bucking your hips, grasping the sheets, moaning her name. It's scandalous.

She continues rolling her hips, blue hair clinging to her face and hands shaking as she grasps your thighs, her touch leaving those pretty marks she likes making you see in the mirror every time she's done with you.

And god, it burns so good. Her pussy burns so good. It's slippery, it's nasty, it's everything that she loves.

"fuck- sweetheart, mh— m' gonna cum..." She groans, arms trembling as she holds your leg up.

You whine, beating her to it. The hot creamy liquid comes out of your pussy, coating Cait's cunt and the sheets.

Cait comes right after, a faint chuckles coming out of her. "O-oh fuck... Yes...!"

Her tongue comes down between your thighs again as she's still coming, hips twitching, sucking your juices up and biting your thigh like you're a nice piece of meat.

"you won't mind me feeding on you a bit more, right?"

oh god. /pos

ᡣ𐭩 thinking about bodyguard caitlyn.

cw. sfw. slightly suggestive towards the end. fem!reader. reader is high profile (it's up to you how you interpret that). au. caitlyn picks reader up (no description of body type, but cait is buff n fit). allusion to an anxiety attack but nothing super descriptive or serious. perv!caitlyn if you squint really really hard. caitlyn is deeply devoted to you. wc. 1k a/n. swooning very hard for cait & this tiktok is just very cait coded <3

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who takes her job as your bodyguard very seriously. she's constantly on high alert of your surroundings, and isn't afraid to call out the tiniest bit of suspicious behavior in a person, immediately sending them away to get reviewed and checked over. who always dismisses your upset remarks about how it's unnecessary to do all of that, but to her nothing is unnecessary when it comes to you and your safety.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who stands tall, taller than she already is when in public with you. her tall stature stalking behind you as you go about your day, sending harsh glares to anyone who she sees fit deserves them. one day you mistakenly compared her to a doberman, as most time she's silent only ever talking when she's spoken to or asked a question, very clearly muscular, you can tell even under the identical suits she wears everyday, and a fierce protector. ever since you made that comment the other staff who you're surrounded by has nicknamed caitlyn your lap or guard dog, and it isn't endearing way, whatsoever. there's a mock in their tone whenever she's around, they find it pathetic that she makes herself so available for your beck and call, to her she's doing her job.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who acts like a gentlewoman. always getting out of cars and doors first (she says it's so she's hit first if there's any threats but that goes through one ear and out the other, so you pretend she's just being nice), waiting outside of your vehicle waiting patiently for you to grab onto the hand she has out waiting for you and step out the car, since caitlyn's been hired you can't remember the last time you opened a door yourself, she's always around and thus (although not in her contract) opening doors for you is apart of her job. even after protecting you for however long she's still breaking the habit of placing miss in front of your last name when addressing you, it's one of the few things you correct her on, that she doesn't need to have formalities with you, but she insists, blaming it on her upbringing for having such a habit.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who notices when you're in a compromising position. like when you were at an event, you were wearing a short dress and caitlyn began to notice the dress riding up. the last thing she wants is for anyone to see you in a vulnerable predicament or worse one of the paparazzi littered throughout the event snapping photos and plastering them all over the tabloids. so, she acts swiftly, her long legs taking her body to you in no time, smoothing a hand on the small of your back and turning you—shielding you from preying eyes as her free hand works at the hem of your dress, tugging at it gently to move it down to cover your thighs more. and just as quickly as she came to your rescue, she quickly expels herself, the wisp of her fingertips dragging along your waist, leaving you stunned and dazed.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who handles umbrellas for you. her pace syncing perfectly to yours as for once she's walking beside you and not behind you, a tight grip on the handle as the umbrella protects you. and rainy days may be her guilty pleasure days, as the first time it ever rained when she was on the job she made sure the umbrella was completely covering you as droplets shattered and soaked into her hair and suit. you scolded her that day, telling her what good she'd be if she got sick. now when it rains you wrap an arm around her bicep and press yourself into her, so now the both of you are protected from the rain.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who fights off paparazzi. she fucking hates them, and she hates when they bombard you, the clicks of their cameras blinding you. so, the only reasonable response is for caitlyn to rip cameras from hands and smash them to the group all while your huddled to her chest, arms around her waist as she uses her suit jacket to hide you. it's shocking whenever caitlyn is around paparazzi because she becomes instantly hostile towards them, spiting vulgar insults at them, she firmly believes respect is a two way street and since time and time again they can't seem to respect you, she won't tolerate them, even if that means blogs are calling her unprofessional for her behavior.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who acts quick on her feet. when all the sudden there's a mob of people surrounding you, the rise and fall of your chest quickening as you become closed in by bodies, closing your eyes tight, wishing to get out of there. and just as you casted your wish, it was quickly answered. your body being lifted into strong arms. peaking your eyes open you're met with caitlyn's hardened face and usual velvety voice demanding people out of her way. the hint of her warm jasmine scent hitting your nose and you stuff your face in the crook of her neck, while your arms wrap around it, shutting your eyes once more.

࿐ bodyguard!caitlyn who spends every waking moment with you. it's something that worries you, understanding her job but also understanding that she needs her own time alone, to rest. you, nor the rest of your staff understands how caitlyn even functions when each and every night she takes post at your bedroom door. there's been times where you've gone to separate staff and ask if caitlyn is truly outside your door the entire night, and the concessions is; yes, she stands guard at your door each night, for the entire, completely awake. and caitlyn hears you, late at night, when everyone else but her is sleeping pleasuring yourself, your soft moans calling out to her from beyond your bedroom door.