caitlynsrighteye

[caitlynsrighteye]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

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pairings: switch!caitlyn kiramman x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, usage of strap, mentions of free use, sex positions, mentions pussy eating, mentions of overstimulating, mentions of sex toys, mentions of knife play and anal as a turn off

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sosososo caring!

even if she's tired, she'll always get you whatever you need. she's the type of girl to place soft, slow kisses along every inch of your burning skin, not caring about the thin layer of sweat covering your body. her hands roam all over you in the gentlest manner, wanting you to feel as relaxed as possible. after doing all of this, she'll carry you bridal style and give you a bath — if you're too tired, she'll simply clean you up with a warm towel —.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

in her, it's her waist. have you seen it? you can basically grab it with only one hand! she knows it amplifies her good looks and will always wear certain clothes that emphasizes her curves.

on you, it's any plushy part. whether it's your thighs, your ass, your tummy, or your breasts. she loves holding onto your body and she loves feeling your flesh. her love for your body isn't always sexual, she feels pure adoration whenever she looks at you and she can't hide it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she never gets tired of seeing you cum.

no matter how many time's you've done it, seeing how your body reacts to such intense pleasure created by her is something that never fails to amaze her. she loves making you cum more than she can explain and will never get tired of experiencing your reactions, which often leads to her overstimulating you and constantly asking you for one more orgasm.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this woman is a freak.

it's something she's not exactly proud of yet can't control. she's even a bit embarrassed because she never thought she'd ever act like this. when she first met you, she wasn't exactly experienced nor knew a lot of sexual stuff — she was quite awkward and let you had control almost every time — ,but that quickly changed once your relationship got more serious and as time passed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she definitely knows what she's doing.

she's a fast learner so it doesn't take her long to get to know your body — to figure out what you like and what you don't —, and she definitely takes advantage of her little skill. she knows how to get you dripping in a couple of seconds, she knows how to have you begging for her touch, and she definitely enjoys seeing you so desperate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style or you riding her.

she loves the sight doggy style provides and it's a position where she has more control. her hands are always on your ass — constantly groping and slapping it — and she loves leaning down to press slow kisses all over your back — especially when she's fucking you rougher —.

she feels like a teenage boy whenever you're riding her; the most love-struck look plastered on her face as you bounce up and down her strap. she was definitely awkward the first time you did this, her hands basically glued besides her own legs as she watched you. she became more confident over time, soft palms roaming over every single inch of your body — her hips occasionally thrusting up to meet your movements —.

as for sub!cait, she loves when you drape her legs over your shoulders. it's a position which makes her lose all control and she's on your mercy, making her feel vulnerable — in a good way — and under your care.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

despite everything, she's still a silly little thing.

she cannot stop giggling when you start taking off her clothes or even when you're kissing, soft laughs constantly slipping past her lips. it's a reaction she's always had whenever she gets too excited so she can't really control it, yet she totally tries to be more serious at times — especially when she's the one in control —.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

her bush grows fast and it's thick — yet soft —.

she trims her bush whenever she can just because she finds it more comfortable, though she'll definitely let it grow a bit more if you ask her nicely. however there are obviously times where she's too busy to trim it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is always present in your relationship.

during sexual acts, she always wants you to feel and know how much she loves you. after being rough or kinkier on you, she doesn't waste any time to shower you in affection and murmuring how much she cares about you; how you're the best thing that's ever happened to her and how she can't bare the thought of losing you.

intimacy outside of sex is something she cherishes. she loves those warm, quiet little moments with you. she loves brushing her fingers along your body, tracing your curves while listening to your soft breathing. what she loves the most is listening to your heartbeat, especially after a shitty day. you're all she needs in her life and to feel better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

she only does it when she's really stressed and busy.

on those times where she's not with you and she really needs to blow some steam, she slips her hand inside her pants and allows herself to get carried away. she doesn't do it often because she's grown accustomed to the pleasure only you can provide her, though she always thinks of you on those rare moments when she touches herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

free use and orgasm control.

she's a busy and stressed woman, often seeking relief after a rough day, and you're always her best solution. she mostly does this when she comes back home and she doesn't want to distract you from what you're doing — which is usually making her some dinner —, so she simply buries her face in the crook of your neck and allows her hands to roam all over your body. 'mhm... don't mind me..' those are the words she always murmurs as her hand slip inside your underwear, sliding up and down your slightly slick folds.

she loves having control over everything she possibly can, and that includes your pleasure. despite loving seeing you fall apart for her, there are other ways she enjoys breaking you. she's sneaky about it at first, not wanting you to see her real intentions, and it would be cute if it wasn't for how mean she gets. she won't let you cum no matter how much you beg or cry, she'll only give you what you crave after she feels she's had enough.

oh but if you try and control her orgasm, she'll immediately understand the torture she puts you through and claims she won't do it again — though that's a lie —.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

she doesn't really have a favorite place. as long as you two are comfortable, she'll fuck you anywhere. though the place she enjoys having sex the most is somewhere more private. she relishes in hearing you moan, in hearing how you scream her name while she makes you see stars, so doing it somewhere more public won't allow you to be loud.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your reactions.

the way you react to her will never fail to get her going. she loves the way your body shivers under her fingertips, the way your skin heats up as she kisses her way down, the way you twitch as she makes contact with your drooling pussy, and she obviously can't forget about the way you moan. seeing the effect she has on you brings her such indescribable pleasure, normally resulting in her fucking you for hours — whether it's with her mouth, fingers, or strap —.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that will hurt you + stuff you aren't into.

she cannot stand even the mere thought of you being in actual pain while being intimate, especially not pain she caused. despite her rough she can be, you're her whole life and she never wants you to be in any discomfort. she's not into hitting you, making you bleed, nor truly making you cry.

for sub!cait, she's not into anal. the idea turns her off and it's not something she's excited — willing — to try.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she loves both giving and receiving.

this woman eats pussy like she's starving and never bothers to hide it. she knows how to use her mouth; dragging her tongue up and down your slick folds and toying with your red clit before sucking harshly — a combination of her saliva and your arousal dripping down her chin —. she takes pleasure in making you feel good, though there are times where all she needs is your head between her legs.

on those nights after she came home exhausted, all she needs is you. she's way too tired to pleasure you so she prefers you making her feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow yet rough!

taking her time with you it's something she adores. she always makes sure every single inch of you is kissed and worshipped before finally fucking you. she keeps her pace slow but her thrusts are brutal; driving her strap so deep until it kisses your cervix. she snaps her hips against yours precisely, her moves calculated and made to turn you into a whining mess. if it was up to her, she'll fuck you like that every time, though she eventually increases her speed once you start begging her to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only on those moments where she's in a rush or you two don't have enough privacy. she's not a big fan because it doesn't allow her to explore your body but she doesn't hate quickies — she never hates having sex with you —. quickies are something you two mostly do in her office or before attending somewhere.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

for sure.

caitlyn loves trying new things and she's constantly showing you stuff she'd like to try; it'd be adorable how excited she gets if it weren't for the filthy stuff she shows you. it's not that your sex life is boring or anything like that — on the whole contrary, you two are young and full of energy — but she likes to experiment. her risks are meticulously planned, though. if you're fucking in a more public space and you think you two are going to get caught, you're wrong; she had already this whole meeting and made sure no one was going to be present — yet she would never tell you —.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

she cums way too fast whenever she's too excited/aroused but her stamina makes up for it. she can go for 4-5 rounds before taking a break, using that time to make sure you're okay and shower you with praises.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

just some straps and a vibrator.

she uses the vibrator on you but never makes you cum with it, quickly replacing her fingers or her mouth — wanting to feel you releasing under her proper touch —. she has two straps — a thick and long one and a smaller one — and she uses them on you and you use them on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

just a little bit.

it's usually something she does unconsciously when she makes you wait, soft murmurs of 'be patient', 'let me enjoy your body a bit more, love', 'so needy', leaving her lips as she explores your body and makes sure you're dripping for her. she doesn't do it on purpose because she knows you won't hesitate on giving her a taste of her own medicine the next time you're topping, and this woman can't handle teasing — she tries but she always fails to keep her composure —.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she tries to control herself but always ends up failing.

she lets out soft sighs of pleasure at first, bitting down on her bottom lip or placing the back of her hand over her lips as a way of silencing the louder noises that threaten to slip out, though she can't hold back for much longer. eventually, those faint breaths turn into moans, not loud enough to alarm neighbors but louder than her previous sounds. she definitely gets more high-pitched and close to whining when she's about to orgasm, her sounds breathy and broken.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

doesn't matter how many times you two have done it, she still gets all giddy.

her hands get all shaky and sweaty, her lips formed into a dumb smile as she stares at you — revealing her tooth gap —, and her cheeks flushed with a pink hue. she secretly loves the effect you always have on her and it's something that'll never fail to amaze her; the ability you have to turn her into a mess.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inch dark blue strap, i don't make the rules.

if we're talking about underwear, this woman wears the finest there is. she has the most beautiful, lace matching sets ever — almost all of them dark blue, of course, though she has some black ones — and also robes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high.

she's obsessed with you. one glance at your sweaty, burnt out body and she immediately wants to go for another round. if you're too tired or simply not in the mood for more, she holds onto the little self control she has left and forces herself to stop being a horny little bastard — prioritizing your boundaries —.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it kinda depends on how spent she is.

if she's not so tired, she'll simply wrap her arms around you and pull your head against her chest; wanting you to fall asleep first before she eventually closes her eyes. if she is tired, she falls asleep pretty quickly. she'll keep you close to her body as she allows herself to relax, enjoying how the warmth of your body envelops her.

[caitlynsrighteye]

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader(Vi replacement)

Takes place after S2E3. After their fight with Jinx and Caitlyn doesn't leave us TT.

Contains: wlw, smut, angst, f!reader, 1st pov, established relationship

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The night is cold. Outside, it's dark till lighting brights up the sky. Sounds of pitter-patter of the rain hitting the tall glass window. The mood is full of sorrow, yet pleasures amongst our bodies as I rock back and forth. Our centers are rubbing against each other. We breathe heavily as I do my best to keep pace, straddling her. I lean on her shoulders, pushing them into her soft yet firm matress. She lays still, her hands gripping onto my hips harshly, finger tips digging into my skin as I continue to ride her.

I look down at her and stare into her deep ocean blue eyes as they glance back and forth to mine and to the motion of my sweaty body. To her, this may just be a meer distraction from the pain and grief she has been going through the past week, ever since her mother and others were killed by Jinx. To me, it is a moment of bliss and love. After everything we've been through, she is the one I often think about. She never leaves my wandering mind. I think about her smile that she's lost, the light in her eyes, the spark in her laugh. Now, the only thing that sparks is the fuel of rage and hatred towards the girl I once called my sister.

"Ah... Cait..," I feel my heart race, and my stomach turn. I lean my head back in pleasure. The feeling of an intense release arriving shortly. The six foot enforcer says nothing, just grunts, and uses her hands to help my hips move faster. The both of us moan loudly. "Shit," she says behind her moans before pushing her head back into her pillows. She orgasms with a groan and grits her teeth. As she looks up at me, she quickly turns us both over. My back slams onto the cold matress, a refreshing feeling to my overheating body, and she kisses up my leg from my knee and to my groin. Soon licking and sucking my cunt quickly with one of my legs over her shoulder. I death grip the pillows that my head landed on and arch my back. I moan her name repeatedly. "Ah- fuck, Cait- ah!". Her tongue swipes and glides swiftly around my cunt, causing my release to zap through my spine.

After a moment, the shaking of my body begins to slow. Caitlyn licks her lips before wiping them with the back of her hand. Our eyes lock. She hides her pain well, a bit too well, but I know deep down she's hurting, bad. I reach out to hold her cheek, and she looks down at it. I almost touch her before she moves, getting up and sitting at the edge of the bed, opposite from the big window. I sigh. Saddened that she isn't able to talk to me or allow me to comfort her. I give her a moment, I sit up onto my elbows and start crawling over to her. Lighting strikes outside and lights up her room. I am able to get a quick glance at the details of her figure. Her messy shoulder-length blue hair, the toned lines of her arms that look a bit skinner than before, and some small scratch marks that scatter her back from earlier that evening.

I slowly stretched my hand out, gently grabbing her shoulder as she's leaned over onto her knees. Softly, I spoke, "Cait..." she doesn't move. After a second, I feel her inhale deeply before letting out a long sigh. "I'm sorry... it's just - " she stopped before finishing her sentence, but I understood. "Caitlyn, I am here for you. Let me be there for you. I will do anything. Just let me help you." She places a hand on mine and looks over at me. Her eyes are shiny from tears that struggle to eacape. I wrap my arms around her into a tight hug. Then I felt her tears drip onto me, like they've finally left a seal that Caitlyn has locked them into. They break free, and so do her cries. She leans into me, releasing sobs under her breath. I hold one of her cheeks in my palm and touch my forehead against hers as she continues letting out her hidden grief.

Her cries soon die down. Her reddened eyes meet mine, eye bags dark from exhaustion. We glance at each others lips and lean into a soft, comforting kiss. The kiss was not long, but it was all that we needed to exchange passion towards each other. Our lips unstick. Cait and I sit for a while before I pull her back, gesturing for her to come back to bed. She follows, and we both climb under her sheets. She cuddles and wraps her arms around me, giving quick pecks to the red and purple marks that are painted all over my neck and chest. Then she burrows her face into the crevice of my neck, her warm breath on my skin. Her breathing calms and slows, indicating that she'd fallen asleep. I'm happy with how the nights ended. The girl I love deeply in my arms, resting after all she's been through. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. Falling asleep and the contact of her body kept me warm throughout this cold, storming night.

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Note: i miss her sm, happy late bday loml

First time writing in years, in honor of season 2. Hope you enjoyed♡

[caitlynsrighteye]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Summary: It’s been a few days since the war ended, Caitlyn is recovering from her injuries. Despite that, she still has the responsibilities of a Kiramman that weigh upon her. Luckily, she has you to ground her.

A/N: Love my wife DOWN—this is a bit long cause I just love writing from her perspective (in a way). This is her late birthday present :3

She looked through the scope of the sniper with her remaining eye, focused on the target; the bright red spot in the middle of the silhouette head.

Bang!

The golden bullet soared through the air, the Kiramman crest implanted on it shining through the air. A quick swish interrupting the silent atmosphere.

It missed the bullseye, by a few inches.

Dammit.

She growled under her breath, looking down at her sniper. The sound of it slamming onto the ground echoed through the empty room.

She’s been in here for quite a while, hours. She didn’t get a single shot but was determined to stay until she got one. Talk about stubborn.

She’s known for her excellent shooting skills, one of the best in Piltover. And now…she can’t even hit a single bullseye.

What a disappointment.

What would Grayson think, seeing the girl she trained in shooting, not even able to hit the target?

What would her mother think? Her daughter had done so much damage. Went against her morals and now deeply regretted it, the amount of guilt she felt is a consequence itself.

What a disappointment.

She attempted to take deep breaths, a practice she’s been working on with you. But the feelings kept bubbling up, like an active volcano, on the verge of a damaging explosion. So caught up in her thoughts, the sound of your footsteps didn’t register.

“Cait?,” you tilted your head into the room, watching her stiff form slightly relax at the sound of your voice. She didn’t look back, shame settling in from her outburst.

“Baby, you’ve been in here for hours, it’s starting to get late,” you spoke to her gently, being careful not to aggravate her any further.

“I still have work to do,” the words came out in a cold. She turned her head in your direction, didn’t look at you.

A sigh is all she received in return. “Don’t stay up all night,” with that, you walked back down the hall; heading to the bedroom.

The room was incredibly spacious, its tall ceilings and wide walls created a relaxing environment. In the middle was her bed, a queen size, large enough for the both of you.

Her wealth was a privilege, she is privileged. She realized at a very young age, not everyone has what she has. And that always plagued her thoughts, especially when she first saw Zaun’s condition.

Do your part, help those who are oppressed under this system.

It was always felt like her responsibility.

—★—

In her office, Caitlyn stared at the letter in front of her, sent by the council. She hasn’t visited a meeting ever since she declared her position as a decorated officer; firmly explaining her objectives to take down the system in Zaun.

Dear Ms. Kiramman,

We call you to a mandatory meeting, tomorrow at noon. There are many issues to be discussed.

- The Piltovian Council

She bit the inside of her cheek, going over the words several times. Ever since her mother’s passing, the chair was passed onto her. Although, Mel, near a sister to her, advised that she took the time to grieve, so much for that.

The mage was going to leave for Noxus, it saddened her, even if she would visit and send letters; it wouldn’t be the same.

She isn’t completely lonely, she has her father, and you of course. It’s like an itch, it won’t go away.

Maybe it’s because the older woman was the sister she always wanted. Similar to how Jayce was the brother she never had. Now he’s gone…left another hole that she can’t fill.

—★—

It was past midnight, the cold air from the open balcony door provided at least a touch of fresh air. You forced yourself to stay awake, waiting until Caitlyn came back to bed. Even while in and out of sleep, she was the first thing on your mind; knowing she was cooped up in her office, trying to rush through paperwork that wasn’t due until weeks from now. She’s been working herself to the bone. You were afraid that if she kept pushing and pushing, her body would drop from exhaustion.

The door creaked as it slowly opened then shut. She stood there for a moment to test if you were awake; she got her answer when you turned around to look at her. The dark lighting of the room preventing you from seeing her features.

The sheets crinkled under you as you got up from the bed; taking her hand and leading her to her bathroom. “I know you haven’t been properly taking care of yourself. I can smell it,” you scrunched up your nose, attempting to lighten up the mood. The slightest smile traced her lips but faded as fast as it came.

You carefully undressed her, revealing her bare body, nothing you haven’t seen before. Your finger traced the stitches of where she had gotten stabbed; trailing it back to her eyepatch.

“You can take it off, you know?” You looked at the patch that matched her hair. You had to admit, it was adorable.

All she did was give a single nod, slowly removing it—the hidden eye finally seeing the light. Doctors had to perform a tarsorrhaphy, as her eye would not be able to close on its own.

It didn’t bother you because it ‘altered’ her appearance but that she would struggle. Her depth perception was poor, she wasn’t able to navigate how far away objects are. It hurts your heart to see that she’s been getting so frustrated with herself and having occasional outbursts.

You zoned back into reality when she turned on the hot water, steam soon filling the room. She didn’t like her showers just hot but boiling. It concerned you at one point of how her skin didn’t get irritated.

She stepped in and her shoulders slightly dropped, bowing her head down. Stepping in behind her, you grabbed her wash cloth and lathered it in soap.

You rubbed the cloth against her body, cleansing her skin. She moaned quietly out of relief, she really needed this.

—★—

A strangled gasp escaped her mouth; gasping for air as she awakened. The nightmare playing on repeat in her mind.

Jinx. Torture. Gun to her head.

She hardly talked to you about her time with Jinx. How deeply it affected her. Her mother’s death was the tip of the iceberg. What that girl did to her haunted her every night afterwards, she couldn’t even bathe by herself. It was you that got into the shower every night and protected her from the hallucinations that lingered.

You knew what happened as soon as you felt her jolt. Reaching to the nightstand and flicking on the lamp, partially lighting the room. You could see her clearly.

Her chest moving up and down with every breath she took. The sweat dripping against her pale skin. How her eye was wide and scanning the room as if cautiously looking for somebody.

She sighed, lying her head back down on the pillow. “I’m sorry..” she whispered, the words cracking like an object under pressure. “I—I know I’ve been distant as of late. I just…everything’s coming back to me. It’s overwhelming, like I’m suffocating.”

Pressing your body against hers, you held a hand to her cheek, gently stroking your thumb near the eyepatch. She leaned into your touch, her eye closing at the soft sensation of your palm—savoring it.

“You’ve been through so much, we both have, and that’s not stopping me from loving you.” You lift her head to where she’d meet your gaze.

Water swelled up in her eye, though she tried to blink it away, a tear still fell. You didn’t wipe it away, instead letting it linger.

“I’m here,” your soft whisper caused her to finally break. Her eyes squinting as she let out a quiet sob, burying her face into your neck. It’s the one place where she felt safe, secure. Your hand rested on the back of her head, stroking the deep blue hair.

“I…” she sniffled, “I don’t deserve you.” You never wanted to hear those words coming out of her mouth. Sure, maybe she didn’t deserve you, her actions needed to come with consequence. But from what you’ve seen, she’s been beating herself up over this.

And after all that she’s been through, you never gave up on her. Even if her grief led her actions, resulting in chaos.

You were determined, and that’s what she loved most about you.

“Nothing will stray me away, okay? We’ll get through this together.” You looked down at her for confirmation. She lifted her head, giving a small nod.

She slowly wiped her tears away, “I think I need a break,” she admitted with a humorless laugh. “I’ve been so focused on trying to fix everything that I set unrealistic expectations. I can’t do everything but…what am I going to do?” She looked into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“What you need to do is take it slow, progress doesn’t comes immediately. Patience is the most valuable thing you can have right now.”

The words seemed to get through to her, thankfully. But all she really wanted—needed right now, is you.

You laid back down on the soft but firm mattress, pulling her down with you. “Try and get some actual rest,” her head rested on your chest, cheek pressed again it. Her long legs tangling around your frame, pulling you closer as to mold herself into you.

“I love you..” her muffled words vibrated across your body. “I love you too,” you smiled as your eyes began to close.

She couldn’t ask for anything better.

A/N: Definitely the longest fic I’ve written in a while, it shows how much I love her!

[caitlynsrighteye]

Caitlyn Master List

Fics:

Safety In Home [one-shot, safe for work]

Headcanons:

An Amputee Partner [safe for work]

Dating Ekko’s Sibling [safe for work{

Dating Mel’s Sibling [safe for work]

Dating Someone With Chronic Conditions [safe for work]

First Time [not safe for work]

Fractured Elbow [safe for work]

Good With Kids [safe for work]

Late Hours [safe for work]

Omega Verse [not safe for work]

Partner With A Baby [safe for work]

Playing Strings [safe for work]

Problems With Pregnancy [safe for work]

Relationship With A Bimbo [safe for work & not safe for work]

Singing Soulmate [safe for work]

Staying Up With Insomnia [safe for work]

Trauma From The Bridge [safe for work]

With A Dom Partner [not safe for work]

[caitlynsrighteye]

Arcane Women Strap Hcs

characters: sevika, vi, caitlyn, mel, ambessa

A/N barely proofread sorry, also my first time writing for arcane please be kind 🙈 i hope y’all enjoy lmk your thoughts :)

Sevika

first things first she has a dark purple strap i’m talking almost the same color that shimmer is and boy does she know how to use it

whenever she pulls the strap out be prepared to not be able to walk the next day

she prefers to fuck you in missionary but if she had to choose a different position it would be fucking you from the bottom, she just loves to be able to see your face while she pleasures you

her strap game is DIABOLICAL, she always makes sure to hit that spot inside you that makes you let out a squeal and causes your toes to curl

honestly she could just cum from fucking you alone but if you feel up to it once she’s done with you she loves when you eat her out after

“that’s it baby, you’re taking me so well just a little more”

Vi

vi screams black strap to me like it just makes sense

she prefers to fuck you slow and DEEP, i’m talking girly lifts your hips off the bed and grips them so hard that you can feel bruises form

shes so cocky about it too like she knows she’s good

vi’s another one that could cum from pleasuring you alone and 9/10 times she does, however the one time she doesn’t she will literally sit on your face once you’re well enough to take care of her

“that feel good pretty girl ? yeah i know it does, you’re always so good for me”

Caitlyn

dark blue strap sorry yall i don’t make the rules

caitlyn loves when you’re on top and she’s fucking you from below

she revels in the sight of you falling apart above her while she’s gripping your hips guiding you

she’s 100% a brat tamer and you can’t tell me any different

“oh darling is it too much ? you shouldn’t have behaved like that if you didn’t want me to fuck you like this”

Mel

HEAR YE HEAR YE she has a gold strap idc idc

mel also likes it when you’re on top however she prefers to gently guide your movements while she praises you

don’t let that mislead you tho shes a HUGE tease

she can and will make you edge yourself until you’re literally crying begging her to let you cum

“ my love you look so beautiful when you ask nicely like that, go ahead and take what you need”

Ambessa

ruby red strap that’s all imma say

the cruelest of the bunch, she’s not afraid to leave you dry while she takes what she needs

another brat tamer yall you love to see it

she doesn’t make love she FUCKS, be prepared to constantly be buying new headboards

she makes you suck on her strap NEXTTTTT

“sweet girl did you think i’m finished with you ? no no we aren’t done until you can’t remember anything but my name”

[caitlynsrighteye]

masterlist

ARCANE sevika attention | five chapters detective | two chapters councilor | two chapters soft sevika happy trail santa sevika caitvi tangled au | i ii

vi good boy | g!p vi vi's back libido | g!p

caitlyn you'll take care of her | g!p cait commander | g!p cait jealous | g!p cait | the one shot of jealous jealous | g!p cait | full version happy birthday | g!p cait

TLOU ellie williams one date

ao3 link for the g!p works w/o the good boy

note: drunk while making this

[caitlynsrighteye]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN M.LIST

SERIES

nothing yet!

FICS ╱ ONE SHOTS

nothing yet!

HEADCANONS

heaven, heaven. subtle ways your older girlfriend caitlyn shows dominance towards you. (older gf!cait) | fluff & smut

blinds wide open. (ft vi) you've unknowingly attracted the attention of piltover's finest, and now they'll do anything to make sure you're theirs. | nsfw, dark content

thinking about bodyguard!caitlyn. | fluff & slightly suggestive

is it new years yet? your older girlfriend asks you to spend your first christmas together. of course you excitedly accept, trying to push ignore that you'd have to break this news to your parents. (older gf!cait) | fluff & slight angst

DRABBLES

texting with older gf!caitlyn. | fluff & slightly suggestive

older gf!caitlyn rewards you for passing your exam. | smut

caught in the act. | smut

slice of life. (birthday drabble) | fluff & slight angst

waking caitlyn up with birthday head. | smut

[caitlynsrighteye]

- caitlyn! ﹟ Pornstar

word count- 935

cw- sesbian lex, sex tape, toy being used

notes- nessa barrett inspired

“is it on?” you mumbled, perched in a sitting position while in a flimsy white lingerie set, your hands squeezing onto caitlyn’s waist.

she glanced at you, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she nodded. you planted a few wet kisses below her ear and onto her neck, sucking bruises into her skin. small moans escape her mouth as she adjusts the camera on the dresser near your small bed. the topic of you two making a tape was something you had brought up on a night you two had gotten drunk in your apartment, and since then caitlyn had been hooked. the time ticked on the top of caitlyn’s phone screen, as she insisted it be on her phone. finally when it fit the whole bed in frame, she was satisfied and tapped the outside of your thigh. you giggled excitedly, scooting back from your girlfriend while watching yourself in frame to see how it looked.

your room was dim, lit up by strung lights around the ceiling and some red light lamps. seeing your girlfriend in a thin and lacy black nightgown that hardly covered her plump ass got you excited, and you glanced between the strap on sitting on the bed to how you looked on camera, fixing your hair and the lingerie straps. finally caitlyn looked over at you, chewing on her lower lip as she laid you down on the bed. she glanced at the camera before slowly moving in between your legs, staring into your eyes as her lips grazed over your stomach.

your lips parted as you waited for her to reach your cunt that was covered by a tiny thong. planting a few kisses on your covered clit, small gasps left your lips as she moved your thong to the side. “so good ‘n still for me aren’t you baby?” she mumbled against your clit, the vibrations of her words sending pleasure into your belly.

“mm please cait, need you,” strung out, eyes fluttering shut as she finally probed a finger at your hole. licking and kissing at your bud, she pumped her finger into you before adding another. moans slowly began to fill your room, jaw dropped as you leaned your head back against the pillow. the thought of the camera catching all of this only excites you, squeezing your thighs closed around your girlfriends head. she let out her own moans, lewd sounds filling the room as her slurping up your juices grew louder. her fingers pumped in and out of you, hitting spots that only made you clench around her, her tongue only overstimulating you more.

your moans only got louder, more high pitched as you felt a tight feeling bubble up in your belly. and like that, her mouth was off you and her fingers were pulled out. a groan escaped your mouth, clenching your thighs shut as you watched your girlfriend sit up. “don’t be a brat, you get on camera and get ahead of yourself, don’t you?” she muttered, lightly spanking your ass. a whine was all she received in return as she reached for the hot pink strap. you watched as her hand reached for it, a grin spreading on your face. you perch yourself up, kissing at her jaw as she started to adjust the toy on. “ ‘m just excited for you baby” you gasped onto her skin, slipping your hand under her nightgown to mess with the lining of her panties.

she says nothing in response, hands gripping your waist as she rearranged your body over onto your knees. biting your lip and staring into the camera, you arch your back, sticking your ass back into your girlfriend. light tapping your ass with the toy, she brings your thong down enough to slide the toy in between your folds, her lips parting to the sight. your pussy sucked her in, lewd moans filling the room almost instantly. bottoming out inside of you, she began thrusting in a slow and agonizing pace. reaching for the camera, she started to record from her view of how she handled you.

one hand on your ass, your legs parted and a crumpled thong was all in view, her dick pumping in and out of you. “so fucking pretty on camera for me,” she spoke, hand sneaking over to rub at your clit as she started to thrust harder. writing underneath her, the pleasure sending waves throughout you as you moaned into the pillows. her hand moved to set the camera near the pillow, your face in frame as she had her now free hand into your hair. a makeshift messy ponytail was made, yanking the strands back as your head came with it. the video was pornographic, your jaw dropped, lips slick with spit as your tits bounced with each thrust. wet and hard slaps synced with each moan you released.

“fuck me cait, give it to me, i can take it” you blabbed, her dick fucking you dumb. her thrusts so hard the camera was flimsy and shook with the bed, your moans growing louder as her pressed onto your stomach to feel her dick in you. the tight feeling grew in your stomach, the edge of tipping over only growing closer. caitlyn picked the camera back up, bringing it in front of your face, her hand dropping your hair and sticking two fingers in your mouth. the frame recorded your half lidded eyes, hollowed cheeks sucking on her fingers as you choked out moans around them as you hit your orgasm. her thrusts continue to pump into you, working you through it as your thighs twitch and back you onto her strap, slowly pulling out completely.

your body flops down onto the bed, pants escaping as you chest rises up and down. your girlfriend stops the recording, and instantly plays it as she lets you relax onto the bed. your moans are playing on her phone, and you turn back to see caitlyn’s face while it does. her eyes are locked into the screen, glancing to you with a smile.

“look at my little pornstar.”

[caitlynsrighteye]

Buy me presents! | Caitlyn K.

fruitcake m.list

synopsis: What could go wrong when a retired (sort of) player, tries to get to know you?

contains: college!junior!caitlyn, college!freshman!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort (only a tiny bit), lowkey loser!caitlyn, jayce is a senior, engineer!major!reader, maddie mentions (t.w. for the maddie haters (seemingly everyone but me)), secret santa (this will be the second and last secret santa mention on the series I promise), caitlyn and powder are sort-of-friends, vi mentioned RAHH (just so ppl won't think she was dead in this au), mentions of drinking, implication of one night stand (not with reader), 6.1k wordcount

a/n: I apologize if this could be inaccurate writing of university. But, and to be fair, I'm not yet in university, and the only knowledge I have of college life is from the sex lives of college girls. This is also my first ever Caitlyn fic and I'm very excited and also I feel unmotivated to write, but I have four more stories in this series...tips to get motivated please. But— other than that, I hope you enjoy!

also, fun fact: I chose caitlyn as the character for this track because of lyric "he's a little bit older. got a bit of a dad bod" and I just immediately imagined older!caitlyn...so, yeah.

"just to keep my stocking filled, I know somebody who will."

Ring! Ring! Ring! 

As the snow falls outside the window, the alarm clock beside the bedside table starts blaring profusely. With strength (plainly, just becoming extremely aggravated at the agitating noise), Caitlyn finally pressed the button on top of it and looked at the time, which lit up the numbers: ‘8:09 AM’.

Shit. Caitlyn’s body jolted up in an instant, realizing that she was going to be late for her first class of the day; her first class that will start in 11 minutes. She starts pacing around the floor, finding her clothes and putting them on with such urgency. Unbeknownst to her, her rapid movements across the dorm have caused the dorm owner to wake up, softly smiling at the scene before her.  A soft yawn escapes the girl's lips, but Caitlyn was too focused to catch it. “Good morning, Cait.” Shit again. Caitlyn halts her movements, while her back faces the girl. “...Good morning to you too.”

The events of last night were finally starting to come back to her, sobering her up in the worst way possible. Last night, Caitlyn got swept up by her friends from women’s writing, claiming that it would be fine to ‘let loose’, as put by one of the girls, because winter break was coming soon. One ‘fine’ leaving her lips led to a ‘one shot please’, then that led to her confidence flying through the roof, ending her up under the roof of a girl whose name she had already forgotten, or maybe, never even caught. 

The girl clearly knows her, though. As she takes in Caitlyn's clearly distressed figure, a Cheshire grin lifts the edges of her mouth. The woman slowly gets up and snakes her arms around Caitlyn’s waist. “What do you say we do a sequel to what we did last night? Hmm?” The girl presses kisses into Caitlyn's shoulder, expecting her to give in, but she could not have been more wrong.

Caitlyn shrugs her head off and pulls the girl's hands away from her waist, continuing to scavenge for any remnants of her belongings she, most likely, threw all around the room last night. “I’ll contact you…If I can.” Caitlyn says to her, back still turned, as she makes her way to the door, not leaving any room for the girl to argue. The girl, whose dorm Caitlyn just left, just scoffed at her cold and swift exit, lying back down on her bed again. 

When she finally got there, the professor was already teaching. Amazing. “Ah. Miss Kiramman, what an honor for you to grace us with your presence.” The professor says, which makes everyone turn their heads to see her face flushed with embarrassment. “My apologies, Professor Heimerdinger. I didn’t mean to be—” 

“Sit down please, Miss Kiramman.” She doesn’t verbally respond, in turn just nods and sits in the only vacant seat. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the one her best friend saved for her. Jayce. “Fun night?” he playfully remarks at her distressed appearance. “Shut up.” she responds exasperated as she grabs her notebook to start taking notes. Jayce chuckles to himself and turns back to the lecture.

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“God, his actions were so irrational! I mean he did not have to publicly humiliate me in front of everyone, especially not over a simple act of tardiness. He could have simply just…” before she could further discuss her frustrations towards her friend, she stopped, as she noticed he was laughing. 

“Nothing. It's just… you sound really funny when you talk angrily with that accent of yours.” He lets out a soft chuckle after. This led Caitlyn to become even more displeased, slapping his shoulder. “Would you prefer I talk like this? Hey everyone I’m Jayce and I definitely—"

"Hey, Jayce!” Before she could even continue her, what she thought was, very accurate impression of him, someone from behind them was calling out his name. When Jayce finally spotted where the voice was coming from, he called out your name as you were running towards them. “Hey! What are you doing here?” He asks as he pats your head. 

“I just came back from the library actually!” You respond breathily, seemingly out of breath from running to them. As you were trying to catch your breath you suddenly caught yourself staring at the tall dark haired woman right beside Jayce. It seems as if she was already staring at you, and smirked when you finally looked at her. “Oh, right! This is my friend Caitlyn Kiramman. Caitlyn, this is my freshmen. She's the only freshman that our professor picked to intern for our research. The one I talked to you about last month?”

Jayce faces her to jog her memory about their conversation about it. “Ah, yes. The one about renewable energy sources and how it can make travelling and importing goods faster, if I’m correct?” Caitlyn tilts her head, gazing back at you. “Uhm, yes! Precisely. That's the one.” You respond enthusiastically. Caitlyn thinks it's cute. Jayce just observes the conversation happening in front of him, specifically keeping an eye on his friend right beside him. 

“Well, Jayce did mention to me of a freshman prodigy. He seemed to have never mentioned that she was just as charming as she is clever.”  She quirked her eyebrows at you, which made you stammer to find a proper response. God, was she enjoying this.

 “Okay— Well, it was nice seeing you again. I'll see you next week, right?” He finally pushes Caitlyn aside in fear of what else might come out of his friend's mouth. “Of course! See you around, and it was lovely meeting you, Ms. Kiramman.” The way her last name rolled off your tongue made her heart skip a beat, but of course, she wouldn't let that show. “Please, call me Caitlyn. And, likewise.”  And with that, you walked away from the two.

“Not her.” Jayce suddenly said as they resumed their walking, which caused Caitlyn's brows to twist, “What?” “You can't flirt with her, hook up with her, Nothing. Don't even try it.” He sighs out, which makes Caitlyn scoff. How dare he think that she would suddenly want to do those things with someone she just met? Much less a freshman. Jayce’s freshman. I mean—she wouldn't be opposed to the idea, but that's not the point. “What makes you think I would want to suddenly pursue someone I just met?” 

This causes Jayce to laugh, “would you like me to ask the girl that, I assume, kept you up last night that and caused you, of all people, to be late for the professor's class?” He quirks his brow at her, whose mouth hung open in disbelief, (moreso, because of his, scarily accurate, depiction). He continues, “besides, I know you. We've been together since you were practically begging your parents to have sleepovers at my house to talk about the newest release of Sci-fi comics. And I know that look in your eyes when you have found a something, or someone, who has piqued your… interests.”

He suddenly stops in front of the cafe before concluding his whole sermon to her. “Just…not her, okay? She's just a baby and—As much as I love you, I know how you leave those girls and I just don't want her to get hurt and don't even try to argue with me because we both know how you are. So for her sake, and mine, and… yours. Just don't even try it with her, okay?” He gives her a pleading look and she opens her mouth to say something before closing it again and breathing in deeply. “Fine. I won't.” She gives her a slightly irritated look as he smiles, satisfied.

“So… will she be coming to your party?” 

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A few days have passed after Caitlyn’s run in with you, and she can’t seem to shake the thought of you. Her curiosity towards you only grew when Jayce gave her that… talk. She was having a whole internal dialogue in her head as she was scanning for some books on the library shelf. Screw that man, I swear—

Her thoughts were stopped by a sudden force colliding with her, causing her to lose her balance, toppling to the floor with someone on top of her. “Do you even watch—” the words die in her mouth, her eyes grow wide, finally seeing who it was that toppled her. Speak, or think, of the angel, it’s you.

“I am so sorry—Caitlyn?” you suddenly push yourself off her to stand up, putting your hand out to help her up as well. “I truly do apologize again, Caitlyn. I really didn’t mean to—” As cute as she thought you were all nervous like this, she’d hate letting you think she was upset at you. “Hey, It's alright. Mistakes happen.” She squeezes your shoulder to try and calm you down. It does.

 As she notices you finally calm down, she decides to try and conversate with you. “So…how have you been?” Seriously, Kiramman? She slaps herself internally at asking the lamest question known. You laugh softly, “it's been…fine. I mean winter break is close so I'm excited to rest during that.” “Will you be visiting home?” “Oh, no. You?” “Likewise.” You both just nod and stand in awkward silence. You both end up deciding you want to break the silence, at the same time, 

“Are you—”

”Will you be—” 

laughter escapes from both you and Caitlyn. “You go first.” You nod at her, to which she nods back. “I was going to ask—do you have any plans for this upcoming winter break?” “Just mostly relax. And go to that party that Jayce invited me to.”

“Oh, yes! The party.” Caitlyn responds with enthusiasm, “Will you be joining his secret santa thing?” She shoots another question. “Uhm—Yeah! I mean I was kind of scared to at first because I might not know some of his friends, but turns out I know most—” 

“Hey! Have you found the book?” Suddenly your sentence was interrupted by a woman slightly taller than you, with ginger hair, cut into a bob with short bangs, and freckles adorned all across her face. “Maddie! Uhm—no, actually. I ended up running into a…friend. This is Caitlyn. Caitlyn, this is Maddie. Maddie is a sophomore, she's also a part of the research team me and Jayce are in.” You introduce her to your friend, but she couldn't give less of a shit with the way she was suspiciously too close to you right now. “Nice to meet you, Caitlyn.” The ginger sticks her hand out for Caitlyn to grab it, she shakes it. “Nice to meet you, too, Maddie.” Caitlyn’s voice laced with an undertone of wariness. Who was this woman to you?

“We should probably get going, Sweets. We might miss the chem sisters' performance at the local pub. We’ll just look for the book tomorrow.” The freckled girl squeezes your hips, which causes you to squirm and laugh softly. Pet names? Sweets? Physical touch? Oh, now, she really needed to know who this woman was to you.

“Oh—right. Well, it was nice running into you, Caitlyn! I'll see you tomorrow for the secret santa thing?” “Yeah. Tomorrow. I should get going now as well. Business to attend to, y’know?” Caitlyn leans into the shelf which causes you to shake your head while smiling. Before you could say anything more the ginger was already tugging at you for the both of you to leave. Impatient, she thinks to herself, as she waves you back goodbye, watching your figure slowly leave her sight. A sigh escapes her lips when you finally do.

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“So…everyone knows the rules, I assume. " Jayce says as he's standing up, shaking the tupperware filled with pieces of paper, names etched onto it, then folded. “Alright! Let's do it clockwise. Mel, you pick first.” Mel seemingly nods as she takes out a piece of paper, passing it on to Viktor, then to Ekko, Powder, Sky before arriving at Caitlyn. When it finally reaches Caitlyn, she looks around. The amount of pieces on the tupperware seemingly does not match the amount of people currently in the room. Then it clicks. “Wait. Where is—” before she can finish the answer to her question finally appeared. You have to stop doing that. Arriving at the scene, when her mind starts to linger at the thought of you.

 “So sorry we were late, Jayce!” You take off your coat and your scarf, placing it on the rack. And in Caitlyn's sight, it seems you invited the stray along. “We lost track of time at the vinyl shop.” The ginger chuckles out as you both take a seat, which makes Caitlyn involuntarily scrunch the piece of paper in her hand. “You guys are just in time! We were just starting to pick.” Jayce points the tupperware towards the both of you, you both to reach in at the same time which causes you both to laugh. “You go first, Sweets.” You shyly pick out a piece, then tilting your head towards her to signal that she can pick now. God, I might throw up right now, Caitlyn thinks to herself.

When you both had finally picked, Jayce took out the last one for himself. “Alright! Hope to see your guys’ gifts in two weeks. And no snitching on who you got. Absolutely none.” Jayce points around the room which causes a few chuckles to escape. After that, everyone started conversing with each other, catching up with some who hadn’t talked to each other because of school. Caitlyn excuses herself to go get a drink in the kitchen.

While waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil, she stands next to the window, coincidentally, she sees you. With her. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, just two people laughing around while walking in circles in the snow. So, why does she slowly feel her blood start to boil? “Hey—”

“Gosh!—Don’t do that!”

Jayce laughs at this, “Sorry. I just thought I’d check up on you. You seem…awfully tense.” He stands beside her, looking out the window, it clicks in his mind. “Ah. I see.” “What?” she responds snappy. Jayce doesn’t answer, he just looks out the window, then back at her. “It’s not like—” 

“I got her for secret santa, y’know?”

Caitlyn’s eyebrows stitch together, “And, why exactly, are you telling me this?” Jayce sighs. “Consider this…an early Christmas gift. From me to you.” As he says that, he snatches the folded piece of paper in her hand and gives her his in return. “Why exactly are you doing this? I thought you said—”

“I know what I said. But honestly, seeing how you were so close to popping a vein over seeing her with Maddie makes me think you might feel something more for her. So, being the good friend I am, I'm giving you a chance.” She hesitantly puts it in her pocket before she speaks again, “I don’t even know what to give her.” Jayce scoffs,

“So? Then get to know her. Because, I’ll tell you what I see, If you don’t get to her first…then someone else will.” He nods back to the window, the image of you and Maddie falling down the snow as you laugh together. Her eyes narrow, then shoot open, in her mind, a plan forming. “Got it.” 

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You’re at the library, again. Caitlyn has seemed to catch up on that.

She observes you as bob your head up and down, seemingly looking for something on the shelves, “looking for something?” “God—Caitlyn! We really have to stop meeting like this.” you laugh as you grip onto your chest, she laughs with you. “We should.” she raises her eyebrows at you, as she leans on the shelf, her body relaxing.

“Well, honestly. I was just looking for something to read. I’ve practically finished all my tasks so…now I’m just—finding ways to pass time.” you shrug. “Well…may I recommend something?” she starts walking, you follow. “You can try but—I’ve probably read everything this library has had to offer.” she chuckles at that. So, you’re a bookworm. “What genre would you prefer to read, by the way?” 

“Uhm—any, honestly. Maybe something with a pretty cover.” You chuckle out. Cute, she thinks to herself. Suddenly she shakes her head. Concentrate. “How about this?” “That's the student handbook.” Her eyes land on the book she's holding. How did she not notice that? She feels her cheeks start to heat up. It doesn't help that you're biting your lip in amusement, too.

“I…know that. I just thought maybe you haven't—”

“I've read it.” You shrug casually, tight lipped smile trying to hide how entertaining you find this. “Wow.” You both laugh at her surprised reaction. "Seriously?" "Seriously." She nods. An idea suddenly comes to mind. “How about you entertain me instead?” She proposes, your brows knit together, “what do you mean?” you ask her.

“Tell me about yourself. What do you like? What do you not? I feel like we’ll be around each other quite often, so, best we get to know each other now.” You smile, then laugh, softly. Her expression softens at that. “Very well. But on one condition.” “Anything.” 

“You start first.”

“Well…” Caitlyn trails, “for starters, would you like to know that my favorite place to talk is the campus cafe?” She tilts her head towards you. You laugh again, softly. “That was smooth, I'll give you that.” You shake your head, then press your lips together. “Well since we already went to my favorite place on campus, shall we go to yours?” 

She sits across from you, admiring how interactive you become when telling stories about your life, how your face lights up, she could get lost staring into how your eyes sparkle, with how much thrill you exude as you tell your anecdotes.

“When I was 10 I wanted a big shark plush toy, it was like… as big as a pillow, but we were on vacation, my parents didn't let me buy it, so I got upset, but shortly got over it. For some reason, though, I still think about it sometimes.” She chuckles along with you. “Then, when I was 12, I was weirdly obsessed with wanting everything I owned to be my favorite color. Only. I wouldn't even accept any gift that wasn't wrapped in that color.”

Your laugh rings softly in her ears, like jingle bells hung in Santa’s sleigh, almost as if it were signaling her that the gift she had been asking for, had arrived. “What's your favorite color?” She asks as she takes a sip of her hot chocolate. You stare at her for a bit, before lowering your gaze. “I like blue. Dark blue.” 

She spits the hot chocolate inside her mouth, causing the insides of her cheeks to burn, before swallowing. “I like—black.” Wiping the edges of her mouth for any possible residue of her drink. You nod softly, “good to know.” 

Suddenly your phone buzzes, moving your attention from the conversation to your phone. “Aw, man. I was planning on going to the mall today with Maddie. But something—personal happened. Said she won't be around for a few days." You look back up out the window, seemingly upset. She should not be this happy that your…friend cancelled. But she is. "Oh—My schedule is vacant, as of right now. I could accompany you. If you'd like—that is.” She offers, your face softens at her humble offer.

 “Thank you. But, I have to warn you. I'm quite a heavy shopper. You might get tired running around—and you'll probably have to help me carry quite a lot of bags.” You tease, head tilting while your eyebrows raise. She lets out a soft chuckle. “Doesn't seem like a problem to me.” 

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The next few days, you were the only person Caitlyn bothered talking to.

Whether you were wrapping presents, miscellaneous errands, getting hot chocolate, expect that she would be right beside you doing it. Not that you minded. With Maddie being gone for a few days because of her family thing, you didn't even realize that she'd become the first person you text for any activity that required you to walk around the whole day.  Hell, you both even ended up doing things she mentioned loving. Which explains why you were here, with her, at the indoor shooting range.

She unloads her gun, noticing you gawk at her from her peripheral vision, she smirks before proceeding to shoot. “Now, you try.” She hands you the gun, you reluctantly take it from her. “I'm not sure how to—I don't even know how to handle this…thing.” You say as you fling the gun around mindlessly, but she's quick to halt your movements. “Darling, this is a gun. A loaded one, might I add. Don't worry, I'll guide you.” 

She places herself behind you, guiding your arms out, leveled at your chest, placing your fingers on the trigger. “Now. Shoot.” She quietly says in your ear, you do as she says. Adrenaline rushes through your body as the bullet shoots into the head of the illustrated silhouette of a man feet away from you. She pats the sides of your hips as pulls away from you. “Good job, Killshot.” She smirks as she stands beside you. You let out a breathy chuckle. “I had this really good guide, so…” 

“oh? Really?” She teases. You nod slowly, “yeah. It's this really attractive talk woman with dark blue hair...” The air suddenly feels thick. Her chest rises. Is it suddenly hot in here? She clears her throat, avoiding your eyes. “It seems our time is up. Shall we leave?”

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You and Caitlyn were spending the afternoon together, like how you both have been the past few days. You were both sitting across from each other in the cafe, reading individually, but you deeply appreciated the company. While lost in your book, suddenly your phone starts to ring, you grab your phone to see who it was from, then standing up,

“excuse me for a moment. I have to take this.” She only nods as you go outside to answer the call. She observes you for a moment from the windows before lowering her gaze back down to the book propped up on her lap. 

When you finally get back, you're seemingly grabbing your things in a hurry. She pulls her gaze away from her head and onto your form. Before she can ask, you already answer, “I have to go. Maddie’s back and she says she needs help with—”

“Caitlyn? Caitlyn Kiramman?”

You both turn your head to the direction the voice was coming from. A woman. The same woman whose bed she had woken up in almost a week ago. Shit. Why now? Caitlyn clears her throat, standing up hesitantly . “Hello...” The woman looks displeased that Caitlyn clearly doesn't remember her name.

“Seriously? You don't remember my name? After we spent the whole night—” “okay! This seems like a conversation for the two of you.” You interject, moreso to avoid hearing any vivid details about what they did with each other. 

“I should go—I’ll see you around, Caitlyn.” You give her a soft smile, but Caitlyn doesn't miss the slight glint of disappointment in your eyes. “No, wait. Don't—” before she can even ask you to stay, you already left. Ran out, to be specific. “Well?” The girl says with an annoyed look on her face. Caitlyn just leans her head against the books and sighs. 

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Caitlyn doesn't hear from you the next day. Which she excused as you probably just being busy, with Maddie being back and all. 

She’d ask Jayce about you to which he just shrugged, not knowing either. Two days became four, then six, then she just got too upset about it to continue counting the days. It had now become increasingly undeniable; you’d been purposefully avoiding her. 

She was just walking around near campus, planning to back in her dorm after doing some holiday shopping when she saw you standing at a food truck set a few blocks across her apartment. She stares at you for what felt like an uncomfortable long amount of time, before deciding to walk over and try and talk to you. No harm in trying, she thinks. She could not have been more wrong.

Before she could even utter out a ‘hello’, you already turned to face her. Your face adorned with an expression so cold, it made her shiver. “Good day, Kiramman.” as you pull your gaze away from her and back to the food in front of you. Kiramman. Ouch. “Good day to you too…” she trailed off trying to find a way to ease the tension between you that was so hard, it could cut through blocks of ice. “I just wanted to apologize.” she stands straight, “What for?” you scoff out. 

“For our last interaction. I just wanted to clarify that—” “Sweets! I found some hot matcha at the food stand over there.” great. Just great, Caitlyn thinks. As Maddie hands you the drink, your whole mood lifts up, making Caitlyn’s drop. Maddie doesn’t even greet her, she just eyed her for a moment, no change in expression, before dropping her gaze back down to you, tasting the drink. “It’s really good, Maddie. Thank you.” You smile at the ginger, then eyeing back Caitlyn through the sides of your eyes. Not even turning your head towards her, like she was beneath you. 

Caitlyn inhales, ego bruised. She takes this as her sign to leave the two of you be. And so, she does just that, leave.  But unbeknownst to her, your eyes bore holes at the back of her head, watching intently as she leaves.

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She spent the next days after that cooped up in her apartment, located next to school.

She stared down at the people from below her window as they walked, mindlessly watching them. Suddenly, a knock appears on her door. She shoots her head up. When she finally walks towards the door and opens it, she’s met with Powder. “What are you—”

“Relax, Princess. I don't wanna be here either,” Powder welcomes herself inside, looking around Caitlyn’s apartment. She blows out a whistle, she seems impressed by the place. “I just owed Jayce a favour. He said to check in on you. Says you've imprisoned yourself here.” Powder takes a seat on the kitchen island. Caitlyn follows, exhaling an exasperated sigh.

“You've checked up on me. I’m here, I’m fine. Now get out.” Caitlyn furrows her eyebrows. Powder chuckles. “Don't get your panties in a twist, Angry bird. What's wrong with you anyways?” “Angry bird?—Whatever. It's none of your business. I’m serious, get out.” Caitlyn persists.

“...okay. You seem to be quite…tense. If anything I think you should be the one going out.” Powder pushes herself off, trailing around the kitchen as she talks, “look. I don't necessarily…know what's going on with you, but, you're Caitlyn Kiramman. You bounce back from everything. I mean, you bounced back when my sister drop kicked you. Before you two became friends, of course.” The memory causes a real, genuine chuckle to escape her lips. Powder smiles at that.

“How is your sister anyway?” She asks. “She's fine. She seems to be enjoying herself in Aviation school, based on her stories.” Powder responds, Caitlyn nods. She quickly changes the topic,

“There's a house party not too far from your apartment. A few of us are coming, you should join. Might help get your mind off of freshie.” She quips. Caitlyn shoots her head up in surprise,

“How did you—” “See you tonight!” Powder yells with a big grin on her face as she closes the door.

Ping.

Caitlyn looks at her phone. She had already sent her the details. “How did she…” Caitlyn shakes her head, looking back on the screen, she contemplates for a moment. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea.

She spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. She picked out the clothes she was going to wear, the makeup look. She even showered.

When the time finally came, she was staring at herself in the mirror adding the final touches to her face. She has to admit, she looks good. Even by her standards.

Her phone buzzes. It's powder, asking her:

are u coming? we here alr

To which she replied with a simple, ‘be there in 5' placing her phone back in her pocket, before exiting and locking the door on her apartment.

When she finally gets out the building, Powder, Ekko, Mel, and a few other faces she wasn't too familiar with were already waiting for her. “Alright. Let's go!” Powder says as they start walking to the party.

The air was humid inside. Like any other gross, icky college party, if you were to ask Caitlyn. The booze was…terrible, but she felt like shit. So, what's the problem with drinking a cocktail that tastes as shitty as you feel? Caitlyn downs another cup before going back to the living room. Mostly to people watch, and for Mel to try and convince her to ‘loosen up tonight!’ Before she politely rejects, backing herself into a random corner, that, surprisingly, isn't covered in unknown viscous substances.

As she was standing on the corner, observing the other college students who seemed to be drunk, high, drunk and high, she started to notice the party lights flickering less. A slower, more sensual song blasting out the speakers. For some reason, she starts to think of you. And, like clockwork, during the chorus of the song, her head snaps, turning towards the middle of the dance floor.

Her stomach drops. You really need to stop doing this, arriving at the scene when her mind starts to linger at the thought of you.

You seemed to be very, very drunk, as you grind yourself onto Maddie. Ugh. Caitlyn can't help it. The anger bubbling inside of her propelled her feet to move forward, and before she even realized, she was already grabbing your wrist, aggressively. You hiss at the squeeze of her hand. “What the fuck?— Caitlyn?” You look up, confused. But quickly anger takes over your soft features.

“Get off me!” You push her chest, she's unmoved. She starts pulling you away from the dance floor, you try to resist, but due to her clearly not stopping, you move with her, quickly muttering, ‘just a second’, to Maddie as she watches the two of you exit the room with a puzzled look on her face.

When you reach the outside of the house, she finally lets go. You're infuriated, “what is your problem?” You spit out. Venomous. She excuses it for you being drunk. She stands up straight. “You're very drunk.” “Nice observation, Sherlock. So is that why you just had to pull me away from having fun?” You're still, clearly, very annoyed at her. “No. That's not—" she takes a deep breath,

“You think fun is grinding yourself on—that woman?” you laugh, sarcastically. “Oh, I'm sorry. Do we have different ideas of fun? Is your fun, I don't know, sleeping with random girls you don't even know the name of? At least I know Maddie.” You scoff at her, your irritation is starting to rub off on her. She scoffs back,

“What does that girl have to do with this?”

“What does Maddie?” You answer, touché. “I can have fun with whoever I want. Just like how you can. I don't need you checking up on me on whether I'm too drunk, or too—close with someone who, might I remind you is a—hey! Stop!” You scream at her as she grabs your wrist once more, walking towards somewhere. “Where are we even going?” You yell at her. “My apartment.” She plainly responds.

You try to resist her grip, but God, does she have such a hold on you right now. “Why? So you can throw me out tomorrow like your other girls?” You spat. She stops her movements. You sigh with sadistic satisfaction. You finally got her, you think.

She stares at you, coldly. It sends a shiver down your spine, before she starts walking again, at a faster pace than before. “Hey! At least slow down!”

When you get to the elevator, no one says anything. The sound of the wires lifting you up to every floor before it reaches hers, filling the silence for you both.

You both finally reach her apartment floor. This time, she doesn't have to forcibly move you, you've long given up on resisting her. With your arms crossed over your chest, you wait for her to open the door.

The lock clicks, the door opens. She pushes it out the way, nodding for you to come inside first.

When you get inside, you gasp, it comes out a little too loud, “this is…quite the place, I'll say that.” Caitlyn's lips form a small smirk before dropping it once more. “Sit down.” You do as you're told. She goes into her room to, you assume, get something. Your back faces her room, you stare out the window. Is it normal for rich people's windows to be this big?

You sort of already knew she was rich. She exuded it (if it was even possible for someone's bank account to reflect on their demeanor), since the moment your eyes fell on her. It makes you think about her again. It makes you upset. Thinking of her means thinking of that other woman. The possible other women. Were you just that stupid? That enthralled by her effortless charm? Of course she’d have multiple women. But why couldn't you just be—

Before you could drown yourself further in your own sorrowful thoughts she stands in front of you. Carrying loads of gift bags before she slowly drops them to the floor. You notice a pattern through all of the bags. They're—”You said when you were 12, you were weirdly obsessed with blue. Dark blue. To the point where you didn't even accept a gift if it wasn't wrapped in dark blue.” She pulls out one of the bigger bags and hands them to you. “Open it.” You feel delirious, your head spinning from the alcohol, but weirdly this was starting to sober you up. You open it.

“And when you were 10, while on vacation, you saw a shark stuffed toy as big as a pillow. You wanted to get it, your parents didn't allow it, so you never did. But sometimes you still think about it. Imagining it might feel like a cloud when you lie your head on it. Maybe get sweeter dreams.” She looks into your eyes the whole time she says this out loud. You hold the stuffed shark in your hand, looking into its blue button eyes, before staring into hers.

“I don't think I follow? The gifts. The stories—”

“The gifts were because I got you for secret Santa. Jayce…Jayce knew I liked you, before I even fully knew it myself and gave me a chance. Said that being your secret Santa might help me out more. “ She sits down on the other end of the couch, facing the wall in front of her. “I didn't even know what to get you, so, he said, I should get to know you.” You stare at the side of her face that was facing you as she continues,

“The stories were to prove that I did get to know you. Because I listened to you, I studied you, I spent time with you,” She finally turns to face you.

“I want you.”

Your mouth is agape. You don't utter a sound, she drops her head. She thinks you hate her now. She can't help but sigh in despair, she hopes that at least, you will let her down gently.

“Please say something. I know you're probably with Maddie, you can reject me. You can slap me if you want. Just any—” You grab the side of her face, forcing her to face you, before slotting your lips into hers. Her eyes widen, before relaxing into the feeling. The feeling of you.

You pull away, smiling. Her eyes still wide, carrying a shocked expression. “But—what about Maddie—” “what about Maddie? She's a friend.” You shrug so casually like she was the crazy one for even second guessing. She nods robotically, body still in shock. “I see…”

“So…”

“So?”

She breathes, “You like me back?” She blinks. You laugh, softly. God, has she missed that sound. “If the kiss didn't make it clear, yes, Caitlyn. I do, indeed, like you.”

A wave of relief washes over her. She laughs, leaning her head into yours. You stay intertwined like this. She could get used to this feeling. “You broke Jayce’s rule.” You mutter softly in her ear. She can feel your smile.

“I don't really care about that right now.” She laughs out, snaking her arm behind you, squeezing one side of your hips. You laugh with her, as you twirl the ends of her dark blue hair.

“You really bought me all those presents?” You smirk, she knows because she can feel the muscles on your face slightly lift.

“I’d buy you all the presents, if you asked me to.” She replies before kissing the back of your hand. You move to look at her. She's already looking back at you.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

[caitlynsrighteye]

note: g!p caitlyn. contains overstimulation, breeding kink, and jealous cait yummy. ang sarap niya fuckkkk sarap sarap sarap ALSO I DIDNT REALIZE THIS WAS SO LONG (not proofread. and i kid you not, my google docs crashed THREE TIMES while i was writing this. this is my new years present to yall--2024 may be down but cait's dick is up)

“darling, you know we have to go out in thirty minutes,” caitlyn’s distant voice called out from your closet.

you’re currently doing up your make-up in front of the mirror, doing finishing touches, “yeah, i know, baby. i’m about to be done. how about you?”

      you see her come out of the room, whistling when you see her outfit, it’s an all-black outfit: jacket with a black button-up, trousers, and loafers. simple yet elegant. she walks towards you while fixing the cuffs of her button-up.

“you look absolutely beautiful, darling,” her arms snake around your hips, kissing the side of your neck, “do we have to go?”

just in time to finish your make-up, a giggle escapes your lips, and you turn around to face her, your own wrapping around her neck, “you look gorgeous, baby. and you, house kiramman, are the ones hosting the gala, stupid.”

      she gives you a tight-lipped smile, her eyes squinting for a second but you see it, she doesn’t want to go. you gently pull her down, how she grew so much is still a mystery to you.

“it’ll be done before you know it,” you peck her lips, your lipstick leaving its mark on her—you rub it away tenderly, “come on, honey. we are gonna be late.” your kisses seemed to repeat, enunciating every word with a kiss.

caitlyn hums in content, her eyes closing, “you do realize your lipstick is fading the more you kiss me, right?”

“i’ll retouch in the car.”

…

      the gala is everything you expected: formal, rich people. you step into the venue and you immediately spot mrs. kiramman and her husband.

she hugs you, “i’m glad you two are able to make it.” she makes her way to her daughter, “surprised you’re here, can’t seem to pull you away from your work.”

“good thing i’m here, mrs. kiramman,” an arm wraps around your waist, kissing the top of your head, “caitlyn here is married to her work, i swear. and here i thought i was gonna be married to her first.”

“i am not married to my work.” caitlyn grumbles, sticking closer to you. “i am a very busy woman, is all.”

      you two converse with her parents for a while before an attending guest invited himself in your little party, taking away the older couple. that leaves the two of you alone. you grab a champagnes, offering caitlyn a glass. 

for about an hour or two, you two got separated, engaging other people. you give caitlyn a smile, who is on the other side of the room when you catch her gaze. she’s been watching you occasionally, keeping an eye on you.

and she doesn’t miss how a woman is trying to hit on you. of course, you’re oblivious to it. caitlyn’s eyes glint dangerously under the light, her teeth grinding when she sees the woman touch your arm, lingering for someone who’s supposed to be a stranger, undressing you with her eyes, and even going as far as touching your back, it barely made contact, but still. and that’s enough for her to down her champagne, make a beeline for to you, her strides strong and wide.

“oh, and this is my partner, caitlyn kiramman,” caitlyn rightfully takes her spot beside you, squeezing herself in between you and the stranger, “hi, honey.”

“hello,” she gives your little crowd a charming smile, though it holds a little bit of malice. she pulls you closer to her, “i may need to steal her away. we have some business to attend to, i’m afraid so.”

      without giving you a chance to talk, you two walk away—you’re glad though, you are tired of their stuffy personalities. a confused expression takes over your face when caitlyn leads you outside of the venue, leading you to a hallway and going through door after door.

your gaze observes the room, and you assume that the two of you are very far away from the party. she locks the door, unbottons her jacket, taking it off, and throws it on a couch.

“cait, where are w–”

      you didn’t get to finish your question because her lips were on yours the moment you spoke, her hand going on the side of your neck, fingers softly digging themselves into your skin to tilt your head up, deepening the kiss. 

you whimper when you feel her tongue take a swipe on your lips, asking you to open your mouth and you do. her tongue slithers in, licking every part of your mouth. she is demanding, yearning—like she wants all of you.

her knee presses between your legs, you let out a whimper of pleasure, grounding yourself on her thigh, your hands clutching the fabric of her shirt. 

“grind yourself on my leg, darling.” she pulls away to say, her voice deep and husky, “i’m waiting.”

      you’ve never been so happy to wear a side-slit dress. thanks to the access, you’re able to grind on caitlyn’s leg, rubbing your clothed pussy; the numb pleasure takes over your mind, caitlyn’s adding to your pleasure by leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, collarbone, lips, everywhere her lips could reach.

your hips stutter, and your clit going sensitive—it’s maddening, you need more. but caitlyn won’t give it to you, not yet. you let out a gasp, burying your head on her shoulder, the pleasure slowly taking over your whole being; it’s as if your body is on fire. 

you start to feel lightheaded. desperate for more, you grab your hand, leading it under your dress, your other tugging it higher, a flush creeping up your neck at the thought of doing this outside your home.

“hmm?” caitlyn knows how to make you beg, she resists your movements, throwing a teasing smile your way, “what is it you want, my love? i’m gonna need you to say what you want.”

you narrow your eyes at her, your gaze betraying the frustration you try to keep at bay, “honey, you dragged me here. take responsibility.”

“of course, darling.” caitlyn clutches a handful of your dress, crumpling it as she pulls it higher to expose your lower body. she removes herself from you and kneels, her hand gripping your undergarments, yanking it down in a rough, deliberate motion, taking it off of you. “i’ll take responsibility.”

      she puts one leg over her shoulder, caitlyn looking up at you as she takes one lick at your awaiting cunt, studying how close your eyes, head tilting back against the wall; watching how you stifled a gasp, but a faint sound slips through. 

desire coursed through her, undeniable and all-consuming—she went harder, deeper, sinking further into you, her nose bumping with your clit. your hands dart down, gripping her hair with desperation and need. she flattens her tongue for you, and you take that chance to grind your hips. you can feel yourself dripping, it’s beginning to travel down your legs. 

a low hum of satisfaction reverbed around the room, sending vibrations on your cunt—caitlyn is loving every second of this. knowing that only she can see you break down like this. her dick is begging to be let out.

you push her away, your breaths coming in short pants, and due to her being caught off-guard, she fell on her backside, staring up at you wildly. in an instant, you’re on your knees, crawling to where she is, coming between her legs.

your fingers fumble with the button of her trousers, pulling it down along with her undergarments, setting her weeping cock free. 

“care to explain what’s going on here, caitlyn?” there’s huskiness to your voice, smooth yet commanding—your hands wrap themselves around the base of her cock, your mouth going dangerously near it, “go on then.”

caitlyn speaks the words, but her eyes give her away, “nothing is going on.”

“try again, baby.” you kiss her tip, a flinch is what you get from her. you continue to kiss everywhere: her dick, her thighs, her abdomen, her navel.

only did she speak when her lower body is covered in lipstick kisses, and she’s left throbbing in need. she grits out, “blame that woman. she was too touchy.”

“oh?” she lets out a groan of frustration, leaning back on her elbows, throwing her head back, and closing her eyes, “jealous?”

“i don’t get jealo–”

“then allow me to assure you.”

      you take her dick inside your mouth, inches after inches going down your throat, and all she can do is watch you take it. a guttural moan escapes her lips, her hips slightly lifting off of the ground—you close your eyes when you feel her go even deeper.

for a second, you stay there, deepthroating caitlyn, your nose buried in her neat patch of tamed hair, shaking your head ever so lightly; caitlyn loves it when you do that and she gives you a growl of appreciation.

she grabs your head, her other palm lying flat on the floor as leverage, and her hips take off. caitlyn’s eyes are unfocused, a distant haze clouding them as she soaks in the sight of you happily taking it.

“you love this, don’t– fuck, don’t you?” she murmurs. “always such a good girl for me.”

      to answer her question, you swallow around her, the motion made her falter, breaking her rhythm. your hands pressed firmly against her hips, keeping her down—you pull up, sucking only the tip, eyes meeting, and then slowly going back down.

“all the way to the base for me, darling,” she gently pushes your head to guide you, her cock twitching when your nose meets with her hair once again, “there you go. good girl. i’m close.”

you come back up suddenly, maneuvering yourself to straddle her hips, your hand darting down to lead her inside of you, “not yet.”

caitlyn grits out the words through clenched teeth, “it’ll be difficult in this position, darling.” she places her hands under your knees, your hands shooting out to wrap around her neck as she stands up.

      you feel the wall on your back, she drops one leg, keeping one leg lifted. the groans that leave you both as she enters you are raw, eyes fluttering close. god, she just keeps on sliding inside of you, you swear she’s kissing your cervix. 

caitlyn withdrew slowly, then returned in, taking her time with every inch. your hand comes down to cover your mouth, you’re still in public, after all. and caitlyn notices. a sudden slam of her hips made you let out a soft moan, but barely audible.

her relentless harsh thrusts never let up. caitlyn feels so good, you feel so good around her, you squeeze her so good; your whimpers, your ragged breaths hitting her throat, mewling out her name like a broken record every time the head of her gushing dick of precum hits your spot, it’s all too much for her. her head drops down to your shoulder as she cums—the wave of sudden warmth filling you taking you by surprise, your eyes unfocusing, tightening around her cock. 

by the time she’s done filling you up, she’s still moving her hips, pushing through her sensitivity. she needs this. she needs you.

she puts down your leg, turning you around, not pulling out of you. with your palms on the wall, her hands find your hips, holding it with a bruising grip, each slam of her hips on your backside sending you forward.

“only i could touch you like that, my love,” her frustration seeps through her thrusts, the claps of your hips mixing with your broken moans, “who does she think she is.”

      your knees buckle, but thanks to her strength, she holds you up. she may look lanky due to her height and weight, but she’s pure muscle. you grip her wrist, unable to form words because how could you when you feel her deep inside your gut, when you feel your slick trailing down your leg, making a mess on the floor, or simply the feeling of her cock going in and out of you.

your orgasm comes out of nowhere, catching you and her off-guard, your body shudders in pleasure, shaking and spasming, triggering another one from caitlyn. she bends down, groaning in your nape as she fills you again.

her thrusts transition into lazy ones as you ride out your orgasms. you nuzzle your cheek against her head, your throat beginning to sore, swallowing with difficulty. 

she pulls out of you, letting you two slide down the floor. you take this chance to lie on your back, your legs shivering, your forearm covering your sweaty face. you feel her firm but gentle touch on your legs.

her hands are back on the back of your knees again, forcing them up until you’re nearly folded in half, further ruining your dress, “one more.”

      she slides her cock in, your eyes rolling back in pleasure at the new angle—she is much deeper in this position. she feels your cunt flutter, pulling her in if that’s even possible. 

she begins her ruthless pace again, your breasts bouncing in your dress with the force of her thrust, determined to fill you up, to cum inside of you again and again. the pleasure is drowning you, whimpering when she hits your spot, then abusing it over and over and over again. you lift your head to see her dick disappear inside your sopping sensitive cunt, and to listen to the wet noises every time caitlyn thrusts back in you.

she wasn’t much better than you—her ruthless pace is becoming sloppy, uncoordinated, chasing her own high. her choked moans, breathy sighs as you milk her, feeds your ego.

you don’t make a sound when you cum for the second time, only the fluttering of your pussy makes it known. caitlyn doubles her effort by circling your clit, effectively intensifying your orgasm. only did she allow herself to cum when your fingers dig into her sides. 

she forces her dick in you, going deeper than ever before. the spurts of her gushing dick emit a soft sigh from you, she presses her face into your neck as she legs go of your legs. you hold her, playing with the hairs on the back of her head, not letting go until she’s done filling you up.

“fuck, cait, are you trying to get me pregnant or what.” you allow your limbs to relax, and you feel her cum drip down out of you. you’re sweaty and sticky all over, your throat sore, ears ringing, legs are shaking, pussy filled with her cum, eyes still unfocused, “you are an animal, honey.”

      you feel her kiss your jaw, her breaths still ragged, hitting your neck. you both moan as she pulls out, your face burns at the sight of her creamy cock, still twitching, and dripping with cum.

she sits back and leans on the wall, hissing when she grabbed the base of her dick. your whole body is screaming at you to lie down, however, you crawl again to her, sitting next to her. her eyes close shut and she lets her head fall on top of your head.

taking this chance, you wrap your hands around her softening dick; she reacts quickly, her fingers gripping your wrist.

“ah-ah. hands off, honey.” you pull your hand off your wrist. slowly, you jerk her off, swiping your thumb over her head, “just one more.”

      you let a mischievous smirk form when you see her face contort into pain and pleasure, the sensitivity becoming too much for her.

you pump your hand, relishing every time her cock twitches in your hand, every time her hips try to pull away from your hand. you see her hands form a fist, this must be painful for her.

“i did say i’ll assure you, didn’t i?” you kiss her cheek, your mouth lingering on it, “can you cum for me again?”

caitlyn’s hips start to subtly thrust up to meet your pumps, she feels your every touch, every line on your hands. her mouth hands open, her eyes remain closed, she’s pulsing in your hand.

“you’re the only person i touch like this, cailtyn.” your breath hitting her ears adds to her pleasure that is spreading all over her body. “yeah? just like this?” 

“da-darling,” caitlyn gasps out, “too sen-sensitive.” you grip harder, pump harder, “please, i can’t anymo-more.” 

      her back arches off the wall, eyes opening suddenly when she feels you take her tip in your mouth, sucking her like candy. she makes an attempt at pulling her hips back but it’s no use. it hurts. It hurts so good.

you hollow your cheeks, your hand following your mouth as your slurp, gag, and suck. caitlyn doesn’t know what to do, it’s too much for her—the burning pleasure on her cock. yet she yearns to cum.

you go back up for air, taking her tip in, not giving her a break, and your hand pumps the remaining inches. “go-gonna cum, darling–”

      without letting her speak, you quickly push her in you, smiling when you feel her cum inside of you again. she wraps her arms around your torso, grounding you unto her dick as she thrusts up, her cum painting your walls white again.

she muffles her groans using your chest, hugging you so tightly, that her muscles are flexing under her clothes. a sigh of contentment leaves you when she stops rocking her hips up, her dick softening inside of you.

“still jealous?” her breaths were ragged, coming in short gasps as she tried to steady herself. “come back to me, cait.”

oh, you done broke her.

[caitlynsrighteye]

·︻┻═┳一ཧᜰ꙰ꦿ 💥 MASTERLIST

all works to be consumed by responsible fullyfunctioning grown matured fullydeveloped adults.

WORKS fandom, alphabetical.

ARCANE

▸ supernova | idol!caitlyn, mirror sex / handjob.

▸ russian roulette | dark!caitlyn, noncon.

▸ fuckgirl!caitlyn (+bball) headcanons

▸ caitvi hybrid au headcanons

caitvi butchpussy + femmecock = using you

caitvi x free-use reader drabble

caitvi sandwich

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

caitlyn kiramman girldick dubcon

caitlyn kiramman breeding kink

caitlyn dicking down house!rivalry!user

dark!caitlyn fucking you with her mask on

caitlyn jerking off into (all) your panties

fuckgirl!caitlyn (+bball) 2second blowjob

being caitlyn’s stress relief toy

CHALLENGERS (2024)

▸ coach knows best | dom!art/tashi/patrick, dubcon

▸ lapdog art headcanons

needy baby | sub!art, pillow humping

mean tennis!coach art donaldson

perv!roomate patrick zweig scent kink

broke ex!patrick voicemails

tashi touching you in your sleep

lazy morning tashi duncan

eating tashi duncan's ass

▸ GEN V / THE BOYS

▸ top ten benefits | dom!cate/jordan/andre, dubcon

▸ frustration | dom!jordan

▸ hell is a (fucking) roommate | sub!perv!roomate!jordan

▸ mindrape! | dom!cate, noncon

masc!jordan in lingerie set

subby kidnapper!cate

spoiledbrat!cate x CEO!user

omega!cate breeding kink

claiming omega!cate

alpha!cate rut

puppy!cate thoughts

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[caitlynsrighteye]

note: g!p cait stil drunk yall i dont fuking care alcohol and my laptop AND freewill??????/ im writing everythin. happiest birthday to my fucking wife, better late than never. and for the record, she's the only enforcer i'd open my legs to, face down ass up. I WILL BED HER UNTIL HER SIGHT COMES BACK

      today is a very special day. it’s your wife’s, piltover’s finest, birthday. and what to do other than give caitlyn her birthday present first thing in the morning?

here you are, under the blanket, pulling down cait’s boxers. you take her cock in your hands, she’s  big, and she has a pretty one, pink tip and tall, shaven too. you kiss the head, softly pumping it, being careful to not wake her up so soon.

“aren’t you a big one?” a quiet chuckle slips from you. “shit, always so hard in the morning, ain’t that right?”

      you continue with your actions; giving the side of her dick kisses, licks, suckling the head slightly, and she’s slowly becoming restless. your mouth takes all of her with a slow pace, easing it all the way in, relaxing your throat, and resisting your gag reflex.

soft moans and mumbles of your name from above the blanket reach your ears. you stay still for a second, swallowing around her hardened cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheek as you pull up for air. you jerk her off unhurriedly, soaking in her whimpers.

caitlyn is throbbing in your hand. you take her back in your mouth, making sure to flatten out your tongue to glide against the underside of her cock, gagging when the head hits the back of your throat—she, unconsciously, thrusts up; you close your eyes to let her.

you feel the blanket move, and the humid air finally gets released.

“darling?” she calls out for you, still in a sleepy state. “good morning to me.”

      you look up, her cock still in your warm mouth. you pull back until the tip’s only in, and pump the rest.

she hisses, euphoria spreading throughout her body, making her toes curl, and her hands grip the sheets. caitlyn eyes roll back as you begin to bob your head up and down, the feeling of your mouth, tongue, and hand working her pulsating dick overwhelming her. 

she snaps her gaze back at you, her hand darting down to grab your head, forcing you to look at her, “just the tip, darling.” you obey her. “suck it for me, please?” you groan, her words sending heat between your legs. “yeah, just like that–shit, doing such a good job for me.” 

      her eyes are glinting dangerously, hues so dark that they don’t even look like blue anymore. you deepthroat her suddenly, resulting in another thrust up your mouth.

you take her out of your mouth, hand still pumping it furiously, earning you mewls and ragged sighs, “cum down my throat, commander.”

“god, fuck, fuck. fucking succubus—you are a goddamn succubus.” she grits out, her teeth grinding together. she grabs your head, her abdomen flexing as she starts to fuck your sore throat.