someday my prince will come 👑

people have sex without setting boundaries. people have unprotected sex without talking about their sexual histories or producing recent sti tests. people play with kink without discussing it ahead of time or establishing a safeword. they have anal without 'enough' prep or lube—they may even prefer it like that.

and none of this is really a fantasy. it's all pretty normal. you can feel that it's inappropriately normalised, and you'd probably be right! but it is normalised: one study found that 58% of female undergraduate students on the campus studied had been choked during sex. 20% of those students said that they'd never been asked if it was ok; another 30% said they'd only sometimes been asked if they consented. fully half! (non-paywalled journal article on choking during sex here, including these numbers.) despite a rise in stis of all sorts, condom use is declining. (pdf link to the full text of this study about declining condom use in the us; aidsmap article about an australian study with similar results.)

even when people do talk about things—sex or anything else—they communicate imperfectly. 'yeah, but don't go too far' is consenting and setting a boundary, and also relying that the person you're talking to has the same metric for 'too far' that you do. for some people, 'the trash needs to go out' is a neutral, factual observation; for others, it's a request that the person they're speaking to take out the trash.

even when people understand each other perfectly, people react unpredictably to things sometimes! we behave irrationally! people laugh uncontrollably at funerals, or get angry at the straw that broke their back rather than the enormous load they were already carrying. they get scared and lash out at people trying to help them. when hurt, most people do not instinctively reach for therapy-approved grounding exercises and 'i feel' statements.

pretty much any bad choice that characters could conceivably make is a choice that people make in real life, on purpose, all the time. people do things that can have catastrophic, life-changing effects because it felt like a good idea at the time, or they're leaning into the vibe, or they just didn't think about it all that much, or an infinite number of other reasons.

so i will say it again: fiction is a reflection of life, but it is not real life. fiction does not have to set a good example. fiction does not have to be safe, sane, or consensual.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.

One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.

Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.

“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.

“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.

“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”

Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.

Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”

You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.

Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”

The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”

She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”

At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.

She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.

“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.

“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.

Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.

“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”

— 20. Bodyguard! Caitlyn Kiramman x President's Daughter! F Reader I Drabble Warnings : Cait receiving, condescending praise, SMUT MDNI (idk if they actually wear ear pieces, and oh my god another violation of work ethics)

You pride yourself on the architecture of your composure: the razor-sharp line of your spine, the practiced tilt of your chin, the way your hands rest like heavy marble against your hips. Beside your father, under the blinding heat of a thousand camera flashes, you are less a woman and more a monument. But as the President’s voice drones on, a low, tectonic thrum begins to vibrate at the base of your skull.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a tiny fracture in the statue. Shivers, unbidden and electric, coil from your hips and race up the ladder of your vertebrae, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Then, the static of your ear piece hisses—a sharp, intimate intake of breath delivered directly into your inner ear.

“Look at you. Poor, desperate thing. Trying so hard to hold it together.”

The voice is posh, dripping with the kind of upper-class cruelty that feels like a velvet noose. It’s Caitlyn.

Your eyes narrow into slits, a silent curse screaming behind your teeth. You hate her for this—for the psychological siege she’s laying while you’re pinned under the national gaze.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” she murmurs, the words yearning and heavy. A pause follows, long enough for the image to take root in your gut, followed by a low, devastatingly smug giggle. “All these people, all these lenses... and I’m the only one who knows how wet  you are under that silk. So prim and fucking proper.”

Your brow twitches. Your gaze sweeps the room, cutting through the sea of suits until you find her. She’s stationed by the heavy mahogany doors. Her hair is scraped back into a bun so tight it looks painful; her face is a mask of passive, professional boredom. To the world, she is a weapon in a blazer. To you, she is a predator watching her prey.

“That million-dollar face,” she whispers, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating against your eardrum until your knees feel like jelly. “I’d kill to see it between my legs right now. That’s a face made to be ridden, don't you think?”

A fresh surge of heat crashes into your pussy.. Your hand bunches into a fist, knuckles white, as the heel of your stiletto taps a frantic, agonizing rhythm against the marble floor. You’re sweating now—a fine, shimmering sheen on your forehead that the cameras will mistake for the heat of the lights.

Just so you fucking wait until this is finished. You thought.

By 10 PM, the "First Daughter" has been stripped away, leaving only a frantic mess of rumpled silk and pleated wool on the satin sheets. The gala was a marathon of botoxed smiles and velvet-glove handshakes; now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caitlyn straddling your hips.

Caitlyn moves with the efficiency of an officer taking what’s hers. She grinds her wetness directly against the skin of your stomach, her eyebrows drawn together in a look of  focused pleasure. Her hands are heavy on your chest, pinning you, using your body as a high-end toy to get herself off.

“It feels too fucking good—fuck,” she rasps, her posh accent staggering, broken by hot, jagged breaths.

You arch your back, your hips canting upward, desperately grinding against thin air. You’re chasing the ghost of her touch, but she keeps you just out of reach, forcing you to watch her take from you.

“I wonder what the press would think,” she whispers, leaning down until her breath ghosts over your damp skin. Her hips roll, slow and agonizingly deliberate. “Your bodyguard using the President’s daughter like a piece of furniture. Think of the scandal. All that dignity, wasted on me.”

“Cait—please. I’ve been wanting you all night,” you beg, your voice a ragged shadow of your public persona. Your hands roam blindly over her body, your cold fingers finding the hard, pebble-peaks of her nipples.

She doesn’t give in. Instead, she hooks a hand under your knee, hiking your leg over her shoulder to expose your wet pussy completely. She shifts, grinding her clit directly against yours in a slick, bruising slide of friction.

A moan tears from your throat, but she smothers it, her mouth crashing onto yours. Her teeth clash against yours, a brutal claim.

“Keep it down,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice heavy with authority. “You don’t want the maids to hear how loud you get for me, do you? I’m your dirty little secret, remember?”

“No—Cait, you’re not a secret—ah, fuck—” You’re babbling now, the facade of the poised socialite left in fragments on the floor. “I’ll let them know. I’ll tell everyone I’m yours—I promise—fuck, Cait, ride my face. Please.”

She doesn’t offer a verbal reply. She knows you won’t. There’s a dull ache that rests beneath her ribs but she simply shifts, positioning her hips over your mouth. Your high-end lip gloss is already smudged across your chin, a mark of her ownership. Your next moan is muffled entirely as she presses her wet, swollen pussy lips against your tongue.

She doesn't ask; she takes. You work for her now, your tongue tracing the slick heat of her while she grinds down, chasing her high with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure.

okie lets get into it!

Prints / KoFi

Ofc!!

You and Caitlyn were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. It was date night, and one of her rare evenings off. You loved when she held you close like this. It always felt so assuring, like she’d always be there for you. 

You snuggled closer to her, resting your head on her chest. It was so relaxing, you could have fallen asleep.

“Darling?” Caitlyn looked over to you, not all that surprised to find you asleep. “Silly girl.. she never makes it through a whole movie.” She murmured to herself, stroking your hair gently. You looked so adorable when you slept… the slow rise and fall of your chest, your slightly parted lips, and the way you trusted her so much, you could fall asleep right there. 

Caitlyn’s hand drifted from your head to your cheek, then to your chest. It didn’t matter how large or small your breasts we’re, she’d play with them anyways. You sighed softly in your sleep, just barely stirring. Caitlyn felt a sudden rush of desire and shifted her position, lowering you down onto the couch slowly. 

She was on top of you, staring at you hungrily as you just slept there. That was really all you had to do. Look so peaceful and pretty, and she fell apart. 

Caitlyn slowly slid her hands up your shirt and lifted your bra, fondling you gently. She lifted your shirt next and kissed from your midriff to your breasts, giving each one her full attention with her tongue.

Caitlyn was now lying beside you, kissing and sucking on your neck as her other hand slid down underneath your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. “Nngh…” you groaned softly, all the while remaining asleep. 

The last thing Caitlyn wanted to do was disrupt your peaceful slumber. She always made sure to be careful of that. 

Her ministrations were always so gentle and light. The feeling of her two long fingers rubbing up and down your slit was enough to make your legs squeeze shut on instinct. 

“Ah ah ah, that won’t do.” Caitlyn whispered softly, parting your legs slowly. She slid your panties down and laid herself down between your thighs. Holding you down with one hand over your abdomen, she latched herself onto your pussy and began sucking and licking.

Your sleeping body still stirred and jolted, but lot seems that wasn’t enough to wake you. 

Caitlyn adored the way your sleepy face twitched, and your breathy whines as she continued eating you out. 

“…Cait…” You murmured, making Caitlyn stop. Were you awake? “Caitlyn…” you said again, this time making Caitlyn sit up. Sure enough you were still sleep, only calling her name. “Caitlyn…” were you dreaming of her? That made Caitlyn’s heart race, and drive her right back to that she was doing before. 

Caitlyn held your thighs next to her face, and lavished your cunt with more attention from her tongue. When your body trembled with an orgasm, she backed up to find you were stirring.

Yours eyes were slightly open, but it was clear you weren’t fully awake yet. Caitlyn caressed your face and cooed “awww… you’re simply the sweetest thing aren’t you? Just lie back, I’m here.” Caitlyn slid off her own pants and underwear, rubbing her own slit to spread her wetness around before settling her cunt on top of yours.

When she began to grind it against you, a guttural moan came from her throat. You were so vulnerable like this, and that made Caitlyn hungry for more. She leaned down, and held your hands down by intertwining her fingers with yours. “Sorry… I did it again…” Caitlyn whispered into your ear, voice breaking as your clits bumped against each other. “Cait?..” You slowly came to the realization of what was happening, and whined softly into her neck.

“Stay quiet, can you do that for me?” She managed to whisper between her own moans. She silenced you with a kiss, moving her hips faster, making you whimper into her mouth. 

Caitlyn’s swollen clit met yours again, making your whole body seize up with your second orgasm. 

Caitlyn lifted herself off of you, exposing your pussy to the cold air. Your still dazed expression made Caitlyn’s lust return. That was normal though. It always took more than one round to satisfy her.

You were still coming in and out of sleep as you felt yourself being rolled over. Before you knew it, Caitlyn’s strap was pushing into you, and a hand came to cover your mouth. She always liked doing that. 

“Shhh… be quiet my love. Go back to sleep.” She suddenly became rougher, slamming her hips into you at a brutal pace. It was safe to say you were fully awake now.

Caitlyn was kissing from your ear to your neck, whispering praises as she did so. You didn’t even notice how your saliva had began to coat the back of her hand. “Good… does that feel good? No need to hold yourself back my love…” 

You came again, moaning into her hand and trying to move from beneath her. Caitlyn slowed down and pulled the toy from inside you. “Sorry. You just looked so cute sleeping on my shoulder. I couldn’t help myself.” Caitlyn lifted you to lean against her again. Her arms came around your back and she rested her chin on your head. The rest of the night faded into a sleepy blur.

Somnophilia Cait x fem! Reader smut

c/w: dom!Cait sub!reader, strap on sex, consensual somnophilia, Cait has a mommy kink

You were sleeping peacefully in the lavish master-bedroom of the Kiramman mansion. Caitlyn didn’t usually come home when you went to sleep. Work tended to keep her out late, but she’d always snuggle up to you to make her presence known. Tonight was different though. Caitlyn wanted more than a cuddle.