still picturing vi with your body perched in her lap, butch-handling you by the meat of your waist to get you comfortable so she can run her hands and her eyes over you. vi's pretty blues trace over your form with a bitten back smile, worshipfully studying you. it doesn't take long for heat to settle in the pit of her belly when she realizes she's literally eye level with your tits.

she swallows thickly, looking like a puppy waiting for permission to act. it's so obvious to you what she wants but is holding herself back from… for some reason. you give her the subtlest nod and she stops hesitating.

vi's biceps wind around your waist and squeeze. her head juts forward, mouth latching onto the peak of your tit. her tongue flicks up and down, in a circle, lips suckling your nipple as her hand immediately kneads your other breast. you watch as her eyelids flutter with a sense of comfort and your pulse jumps. vi likes this. mouthing at you like a damn baby and as you pet her messy hair gently.

or… letting tfem vi fuck your tits. rock hard just watching you sink onto the carpet at the edge of the bed and kneel between her legs, but she's practically drooling precum as you grab your boobs and squish them together. you don't miss the way she's white-knuckling the sheets as you slip her throbbing length between your tits. she bucks instantly, fucking upward into the tight channel you've made for her.

hiii anon! you sent this as i was thinking about a previous anon who wanted more soft jill… very opportune…

she can do the rough thing. the mommy dom thing. can hold your wrists in one hand and leave your cheeks tear-stained. but jill isn't mean. not genuinely. even when she is a little cruel with you, she's still tender at her core. she's gotten very good at hiding it under layers and layers of stoicism and practicality, but she's a sweetheart.

jill loves the after just as much as the during with sex. she likes the feeling of your sweaty, heaving chest against hers. the stillness of catching your breath and calming down together. occasionally (rarely), she'll let you hold her against your chest in the first few raw minutes post-orgasm, like she needs to stay tethered to reality. your arms slip around her shoulders as you let her collapse onto your body, absentmindedly tracing her scars, and something deep in her heart aches at being handled with such care.

she wants to help you stretch your limbs and clean up when you're finally able to move. she fantasizes about moments of normalcy like massaging your achy limbs and helping you into the shower because now you're too sticky to sleep comfortably after sex. watching your drowsy movements as you redress has more of an affect on her sometimes than the undressing—just knowing she's made you feel good and now you're ready to turn in at her side, satisfied and sleepy.

i'm a sweetheart and my deep dark secret is that i love soft + intimate sex more than almost anything else so that's where i went with this ♡

jill works too hard, usually. she doesn't let herself relax often; you know this. you scold her for this often, and earn a scoff or a snarky comment that turns into the occasional argument. but she knows you really, truly try your best to be there for her and help her take it easy sometimes.

sex is a good way of doing that! it's not always rough and unforgiving. sometimes it's good ol' fashioned missionary, breathing into each other's mouths, and kisses between every sentence. jill thinks you look beautiful like this. especially when she gets to see how your nerves jolt when she touches you just right, or how your eyelids flutter when you relax into her hold.

she's not goofy during sex. nothing corny or suave, but she's not emotionless. the corners of her mouth twitch when she slips two fingers inside you and you sigh in relief. when your arms tighten around her neck, she tilts her head to kiss your bare arm. "that good?" she asks gently. you mean to answer with 'yeah', but it comes out more like a little pleased hum. it's so amusing to jill. you can be so mouthy with her, yet now you can't even form a full sentence when she's on top of you with her thumb carefully circling your clit.

obviously!! she's strong, not invincible. but it's not like she's going to outright admit that. or go easy on you about it.

jill's guilty of the occasional puppy dog eyes herself. she doesn't do it consciously. it's almost a consistently reliable way to gauge how far she's gotten lost in her thoughts when she gets that deep, distant look in her eyes. she thinks she looks neutral, but her expression reads like something in between a resting bitch face and a sad wet dog 👍

when you do it, however, it's free rein to tease. you're kidding her, right? pouting because she told you something like: no, you cannot put your legs in her lap while she drives, no matter how slow traffic is or how restless your limbs are. she'll reach out and pinch your chin. grumble something about your lack of regard for road safety just to hear you laugh.

the feeling evolves when it comes to you. knowing there's someone else that she loves and who loves her. someone else to take care of, to share things with, and to take up space in her already tangled thoughts. she's back to disappearing on missions (ir)regularly and can't guarantee what's going to happen. she can't guarantee if that goodbye kiss was going to be the last one.

it starts to eat away at her in quiet moments—the thought of leaving you behind. leaving you with no answers. leaving you alone and not knowing if anyone would actually return her body this time around and help you figure out what to do.

so she brings it up one day in passing, as casually as she might tell you plans for a real date night.

jill tells you that you two should get married. no proposal, no friends, no ceremony, maybe rings if you really want them. you don't even have to make any name changes. but it has to happen on paper while she still can. that way you at least earn spousal privileges, at the very minimum. she wants you connected to any bit of financial or medical support she has. just in case.

she's not the marrying type. she could grimace at the word wife. but she takes your hand in hers, squeezes your fingers tight, and reminds you she’s not going to be around forever. she'll never know exactly how much time she has left thanks to her line of work.

it stings. hurts like a punch to the diaphragm that knocks the air from your lungs. it hurts even worse because she’s right. there's zero way she could promise you her safe return from every operation. you both have laughed about her improbable retirement like it doesn’t meant just that—she's never going to leave her line of work, and it'll probably be the thing that kills her. again.

you feel like you don't have a choice. losing her would still be losing her. but the weight of those implications wear you down to agree. you know she's got good reasons. just in case.

i tend to think a little differently between pre-jill’s “death” and post-kijuju, but i still believe the bottom line is that jill is, at best, a reserved person. at worst, emotionally constipated. it comes with the territory. you don’t work in the military, law enforcement, and bioterrorism security and not come away with bottled up issues. look at the main re cast.

i think that jill is best at tough love. she’s outwardly stoic but still driven by empathy (remake jill is much more emotional/angsty, but still). you love her quiet strength, reliability, and calmness. those are the things that can help soften her when necessary. but she’s still firm. still logical to an irritating degree. it takes a while for her to warm up to sentimentality and figuring out how to offer softness and comfort.

i’ve been working on older/post-DI jill relationship thoughts for the longest time, so i’m definitely pulling from my own words there. by this age + period in her life (but also generally for her character) relationships are at the very bottom of jill’s docket. if not below the bottom. she’s always been a work-driven person with a ‘get the job done’ mentality, but that just seems to worsen after recovery when she’s back to business. in any era, jill needs time and patience above all else. giving or receiving anything soft hasn’t been in her vocabulary for a long time. she’ll get there.

softness from jill comes in small, often unassuming ways. giving you space when you need it. buying extra of that one snack just because she knows it’s your favorite. being protective over you. letting you be vulnerable and completely safe with her while doing so. taking care of you wordlessly through her actions. giving you the same patience that she so desperately needs.

jill has a bad habit of neglecting herself for the sake of her job or for others. she prioritizes everything but herself at times—on or off the job. she’s not soft with herself, but she’s trying her best to be soft with you.

i can hardly write for vi without wasting words to place serious emphasis on what a lovergirl she is, so… yes! the obvious aspect of seeing you naked and knowing she gets to look, touch, and appreciate gets her pulse racing and thoughts feeling fuzzy. but it’s not just about that. vi has such a wholehearted reverence for every part of your body. how could she not? every inch of imperfect skin, every scar or mark, every curve of your frame that feels shaped for her hand. she doesn’t only like your body for the sexy parts. well, it’s all sexy to her. but vi loves the little things specific to you only that make up the full body of the woman she loves.

the first time she sees you start to peel your top off, she thinks her breathing might actually permanently stop. what a way to go. you anticipated that she’d be handsy. she has a habit of that. that it might take a mere second before her lips and fingers were on your boobs. but she takes a minute or so to just stare at you, eyes wide and lips parted, like she’s scanning to memorize you. it goes on long enough that you have to clear your throat to nudge her to keep going.

she finally reaches up to touch you and she's still so careful. she starts by brushing her knuckles against the underside of your breast, familiarizing herself with the softness of your skin before she starts kneading gently. vi's mesmerized by everything. the shape, the color, the weight of your breast in her palm, the way your nipples harden under her attention. she could do this for hours. she can't believe you. best of all—you're hers.

i wanna say yes, but not in the obvious sense... i know the re cast is chronically corny but i don't think jill would flirt with the conventional pickup line romancer attitude ? i think she's better at bantering, teasing, or just telling you how she feels over typical flirting. pre or during a relationship, i'm kind of a firm believer in the idea that romance doesn't come easy to jill. could she be a smartass if it got a laugh out of you? for sure. would she lovingly tease you over some bullshit you said or did? most likely. but she doesn't ever really react or reciprocate the few times others have tried overly cheesy shit with her.

one of my favorite behaviors is that scene in death island where she's basically eye-fucking claire and then immediately looking away. 10/10. what a bozo. she's so intense and expressive with her eyes and that's flirty enough without needing actual words. being explicit and not at the same time. in a similar vein, i think jill is generally too direct to flirt any other way, especially if you were already in a relationship. she doesn't see why she can't just be forthcoming. she wants that cookie so effing bad. she could literally just tell you she wants to fuck you and you're like, wow. can you be more romantic? best she can offer is a modified 'i want to fuck you 💐💞'

The television has gone has gone fuzzy from the rain, playing some shitty slasher movie in static bursts that’s barely keeping your attention over the brunette next to you—slouched on the edge of her bed, legs bent and knees parted wider than her shoulders in that hunched posture you've lovingly scolded her for time and again.

Jill is anxious, you can tell, although she always seems to be lately. Her knee bounces before she tenses it to a stop, only to repeat a few minutes later.

Your eyes follow her movements as she takes another slow pull from the beer bottle in her hand, long fingers wrapped around the brown glass like if she holds it tight enough, it'll keep her grounded. You're growing too used to ignoring the shoved away six-pack trash and empty wine bottles strewn about her place. Too small a space for things to escape your notice.

The light from the television casts shadows over her face, sharpening the angle of her nose and the stern set of her brows. You wonder what she's thinking about, if she's even present in the moment with you.

She's too far away.

obviouslyyy vi is greedy. hungry. messy. she’s good at what she does with your body, but she can’t help being needy most of the time. maybe she’s got you pinned beneath her on the bed or on the couch, your thighs wrapped around her waist as she leans over you.

she’s cradling one side of your throat or your jaw with one big palm, angling your head where she wants it to reach your soft skin. alternating between flattening her tongue and pressing her lips against the column or your neck, licking and kissing your pulse. leaving a trail of saliva across your skin like a dog because she wants to drown in every bit of you—the salty taste of your skin, the scent of whatever latest fragrance you’re wearing, the minty balm on your lips.

vi likes it best when you tug her around. thread your fingers through her hair, tug, yank her in the direction that you need her mouth to go. she’s all for it. she’s growing just as noisy as you even though she’s the one giving you attention, moaning and sighing against your skin as she lavishes it with attention like she’s trying to make out with your neck. it’s her, like… third favorite pastime. only after making out with your mouth and your cunt.

caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader. nsfw. minors do not interact.

"behave." caitlyn's words hit your ears as she leans over you. they sound as sharp and serious as ever, yet for some reason, your brain doesn't register the firmness in her tone.

she's above you, wedged between your parted thighs, holding your leg out of the way so she can hit that perfect spot over and over as her clit rubs against yours. but you won't stop squirming. hips twitching and back arching underneath her like a little animal writhing under a predator.

caitlyn is fit and plenty capable of handling you, but she's already breathless from humping your pussy, and trying to wrestle your limbs still isn't exactly helping. she huffs your name, bordering on frustrated. her hips slow to a reluctant stop.

"why is it so hard for you to stay still?" caitlyn rasps. it's more of an act than genuine anger. she nearly spits out the syllables, but something in her chest twinges as she gazes down at you.

you're staring up at her with glassy eyes and a lopsided smile, watching her every movement with an almost worshipful expression. it gets to caitlyn. she prides herself on her composure. on being able to hold it together around you, especially, even when you're making her heart flutter and her cunt throb.

her hand leaves your thigh momentarily and instead reaches for your face. her knuckles grazing against your cheekbone feel more like a whisper than a real touch. you can see the way her demeanor changes slowly. no longer the strict and borderline ruthless woman she was just seconds ago.

caitlyn shifts once more on top of you, taking a second to catch her breath as her iron grip on you relaxes. a chunk of her hair slips and falls into your face. dark, silky strands tickling across your nose and in your eyes with how closely she's leaning over you. you sputter with a sudden gasp of laughter, and the sound makes caitlyn's own smile widen.

you're so cute. letting her pin you down and listening to all her grumbling and just giggling about it. she wonders if she should be concerned or endeared by how it feels as though her heart skips a beat when you reach for her.

your grabby hands are all over her, one palm wrapping around her bicep and the other sliding into her hair, pushing it back over her shoulder and holding it out of her good eye while she fucks you into the mattress. such a sweet girl. her girl.

"you're lucky i love you." caitlyn lowers her head to kiss your eyebrow, eyelid, nose. lightly, anywhere she can reach. "i should start tying your hands up."

"but then i couldn't hold your hair for you when—ah." your breath catches mid-sentence when caitlyn eases her hips off yours, switching from scissoring to replace the feeling of her clit on yours with her middle and ring finger. slow, firm circles over and over the swollen nub.

she likes the way you twitch. really likes watching the muscles in your thighs tense. the way your body can't hide any little reaction to her touch. maybe it's an unfair thought, but caitlyn likes to think she knows your body better than you do sometimes.

"i'll manage," caitlyn reassures softly. she slips a finger through your puffy folds, gathering your slick on her long digits as she starts pushing into your cunt slowly, stretching you out all over again. the sound of your moan sends her pulse racing harder. "what number are we on?"

it's hard to think through the arousal clouding your brain, and the way she's no longer chastising your behavior, but leaning into the fact that you can't seem to stay serious. caitlyn huffs an amused sound when you blink in contemplation.

how many times have you cum already?

"mm… three. i think," you mumble.

"that's right, darling. good," caitlyn croons, still circling the pad of her thumb over your clit, pumping her fingers in and out, gentler now. working you through the moment with a careful crook of her fingers against the warmth of your inner walls, massaging with the pads of her fingers.

i just know she's soooo so cocky about her muscles too especially when she catches you staring (because how can you not?)

like imagine first meeting her and she's such a simp for you she tries soso hard to impress you by lifting the heavy things for you, or, imagine you guys go to the same gym so she's extra dramatic with lifting things, going up a pound or two when she knows you're watching...

...just for her to be absolutely pathetic in bed when you actually get your hands on her. running your fingertips over the ridges of her abs, over the bumps of her bicep, over the lines of her tattoo on her back.. she whimpers and whines because you're touching her so reverently..

imagine those big, muscular thighs of hers trembling when you finally start eating her out <3

vi thinks she's being so slick by showing off her muscles and overdoing it in front of you at the gym because poor girl just wants you to notice her :( she wants you to shower post-workout in ice cold water because you're thinking about her, as if she's not going to be doing the same thing. and trying so so hard to remember how socially uncool it is to rub one out to the hot girl she just saw in the gym.

when you two are finally in bed together, it's suspiciously easy to get her under you. where's all that bravado now? she's twitching and whining at the littlest things, jolting when your fingers brush down the length of her torso like she's been shocked, and you did was press your palm to her abs.

and then when you finally make it down between her legs… yeah, she'll just have to give up the tough girl act immediately, she guesses. not with the way her stomach muscles tense in time with each kiss, thighs twitching each time you get a little too close to her pussy without actually touching yet. it's almost pitiful. she sees the smug look on your face and could damn near hide her face behind her palms when she feels her face heat up.

vi knows she's strong and would never intentionally hurt you or tug or squeeze too tight, but you don't make it any easier for her. not when your head is buried in her pussy like you're starved, alternating between sucking hard and twirling your tongue gently over her swollen clit. she can hardly keep her eyes open, let alone hold back from squeezing the sides of your head with her big shaky thighs.

no bc we were just talking about vi and her tendency to oscillate between being annoyingly smug about her attractiveness/skills and being a huge fucking dork, so i’m getting carried away about this!!!

vi who loves to purposely flex her muscles around you. straining extra hard when reaching for something, pointing with a fully outstretched arm instead of simply jutting a hand out, squeezing you extra tight when she pulls you in for a hug just so you can feel the firmness of her biceps.

at the same time, she is going to fold if you point it out or catch onto her behavior and lean into it! maybe she’s handing you something and you run your fingers along her arm as she does, letting your fingers graze her tattoos just to watch her eyes go blank for a second.

if you really get her going about it, i think vi could be convinced to let you grind against her forearm. hear me out… she settles behind you, letting you lean your weight back against her, reaching forward and planting her palm down between your legs. it’s a close fit with her body caging you in from behind, but your hands wrap around her bicep to keep her pulled in close. your hips are canted up to reach her bare skin, grinding up over and over to rub your clit against the thick muscle of her forearms.

content: nsfw. minors do not interact. sub!top!vi. breeding kink. strap referred to as cock. reader gets called mommy. talk of pregnancy and belly bumps.

Your girlfriend is a romantic. Vi can't help it. Something about kissing you thoroughly before she even begins making her way down to your body, savoring the feeling of your mouth on hers, how your lips part for her… it just makes sense to her.

Only then can she move on to kissing her way along your limbs, mapping out the skin she's already intimately familiar with all over again with her mouth and hands. She's achingly slow and gentle when she's inside you. She knows you like it, but you get impatient sometimes.

Whether or not Vi actually does speed up depends on her mood. Or how badly she's also aching for you. At her worst, it's not hard to convince her to hurry up. She never wants to rush sex with you, and she'd never start fucking you without proper foreplay.

But catch her in the right mood, tug on her hair just the right way, maybe even whine a little, and her brain is already short-circuiting. She's trying to be sweet, but since you have zero patience, she has no problem stuffing you full already.