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[kogasgirl]

quick precrash mistynat hangin out before i explode watching the s3 finale

[kogasgirl]

—Precision and Control

Caitlyn x f!reader

Tw: Dom!Caitlyn, lingerie, mirror play, slow teasing, rough and soft balance, praising, overstimulation, size kink, riding, light hair pulling.

Synopsis:

After a long day of patrolling Piltover, Caitlyn comes home to find you waiting in her favorite lingerie. Calm, in control, and meticulous as ever, she takes her time—making you watch in the mirror as she ruins you slowly on her cock, whispering how good you look taking every inch like her perfect little prize.

The sound of her boots echoed down the hall. You sat on the edge of the bed, draped in deep navy lace—the set she liked the most, the one that matched her uniform. You pretended to read, but your pulse jumped the moment the door clicked open.

Her voice was calm as ever, but laced with something deeper. Hunger.

“You wore it.”

You looked up, innocent. “You said it was your favorite.”

Her eyes dropped to the lace barely covering your body, and a slow smirk tugged at her lips. She was out of her coat in a flash, gun belt unclipped and tossed aside. She didn’t rush—not Caitlyn. Everything she did was measured. Controlled. But that only made your stomach flip harder with anticipation.

“You know what that does to me.”

You nodded, shifting your thighs a little, just enough for her to notice the glisten between them. Her gaze darkened. In seconds, she had you standing, guiding you to the full-length mirror across the room. She stood behind you, her taller frame pressing close, her hands sliding down your waist as she looked at your reflection.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

You whimpered when she pushed her strap against your entrance, thick and smooth and so perfectly designed to ruin you. The first push made your knees tremble. Her grip on your hips steadied you.

“Eyes up,” she murmured against your neck. “Watch how good you look with my cock inside you.”

She slid in deeper, slow and steady until you were stretched wide around her. Your breath hitched. She kissed your shoulder, keeping her eyes on your face in the mirror.

“That’s it,” she purred. “Taking me so well.”

She began to move, dragging out and slamming back in with a precision that only a sharpshooter like her could master. You moaned, watching yourself fall apart with every thrust. She pulled your hair gently, making you arch for her, her free hand slipping down to your clit.

“Gorgeous,” she whispered. “Fucking beautiful like this.”

The pace quickened. Your legs shook. She fucked you with quiet, intense control, her hips relentless, her voice in your ear telling you exactly how perfect you were, how she was going to fill you, how no one else would ever get to see you like this.

When you came, it was messy—shaking, moaning her name, begging for more even as you clung to the last thread of strength in your legs. But Caitlyn wasn’t done.

“Again,” she whispered, cock still throbbing inside you. “Let me see you fall apart one more time.”

And you did.

Over and over again.

[kogasgirl]

Losing my mind over how tragic it must have been for everyone coming back. Bright kids with futures on the way to nationals and then they come back with scars and haunted eyes and they won’t talk about any of it

Like think about it from the parents’ perspectives. To lose your kid for 19 months and then they’re found but they’re either dead or they’re so irrevocably changed they might as well be dead. To hear the news they’ve been found and you get hope and then it’s crushed again because yours didn’t survive

And imagine having to break the news. Imagine Shauna telling the Taylors their daughter is dead, imagine Travis meeting his mother again and having to tell her about his dad and Javi. Or imagine Lottie who went nonverbal after rescue and got whisked away to the psych ward, but not before seeing how Laura Lee’s parents reacted

But also like… Nat and Van, do you think their moms even showed up? Maybe it’s not totally realistic but imagine them just waiting to meet the mothers they wanted to go home to so badly and it’s just hours and no one’s showing and eventually Tai or someone has to take them home. And they realize all of a sudden that nothing has actually changed with them being away

[kogasgirl]

Reblog if you want (1) message saying what someone would do to you if they had the night alone with you.

Please

[kogasgirl]

OMG THIS IS SO HOT

(credits: @/notokrdokr on twitter)

[kogasgirl]

i see so many posts talking about "ellie isn't a mean dom she's a loser she loves space" yall ever heard of having fantasies!? </3 but i do love me some loser!ellie which is. just ellie. and hey, let's be real here, maybe she COULD be a mean dom. irl i am such a fucking loser geek yet im a freak don't judge a book by its cover bc its the shyest losers who are the freakiest. that girl would do anything to please her woman and if that means being a mean dom she will certainly be one. like, that's what yall don't get I fear. she's that much of a loser she will be anything so truly atp it's not much fantasy but rather reality... c'monnnnn now hear me listen to me!!

[kogasgirl]

⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ❀ HOW TLOU + ARCANE WOMEN WOULD STRETCH YOU OUT WITH THEIR STRAP

contains characters: abby anderson. ellie williams. dina woodward. sevika. vi. caitlynn kiramann.

word count: 4k

tags: praise . reader is receiving . fingering . aftercare . strap-on sex . strap sucking . gentle abby . pet names . hints of overstimulation . teasing . subtop ! vi . dom ! sevika . slight whiny sevika . degradation . riding

notes: again, not proofread, sorry for mistakes or over usage of words. mel medarda is also not in this i fear </3

ABBY ANDERSON

“c’mon princess, spread those legs f’ me.” abby’s smooth voice mixed with her honey-sweet words made your head spin. you let out a desperate whimper at them, widening your legs for her. 

she groans at the sight, your dripping core on display for her. two of her fingers run through your folds, her eyes set on the way your slick latches onto her fingers. she plays with you for a bit, her pointer finger circles your clit to allow more wetness to seep out of you. then, just pushing the tips of her finger in to tease you. 

“fuck, abby, please. i, i need you.” you whine, lifting your head up to give her those needy eyes. 

“i know, but i gotta stretch you out first, don’t i?” her question hangs in the air, becoming rhetorical as she presses two fingers inside of you. she admires the way your body tenses then relaxes at the intrusion— your brows furrowing then softening, your walls clenching around her before easing up. 

she keeps a steady pace, never going too fast but not excruciatingly slow. you feel her fingertips press against your g-spot, making you cry out in pleasure. 

“hah, mmhh— you feel so good, so good!” abby watches the whites of your eyes become visible, your back arching off of the bed. she knows you’re getting close, but she couldn’t let you have it, not like this. 

“yeah? think you’re ready for my strap?” her fingers begin slowing to a stop, watching your face contort from pleasure to exhaustion. “mm, yeah you are.” 

she moves with a sense of urgency, grabbing your hips and pulling them towards the end of the bed where she stands. her hand wraps around the thick, army green silicone, using the slick from your core to lubricate it. a string of low groans escape her mouth, like she could feel each slow pump she’s giving herself. 

she’s so lost in her own fantasy, she nearly melts when she sees your lustful eyes staring up at her. “m’ sorry, baby. i didn’t forget about you, promise.” her hand intertwines with yours, sending a loving amount of comfort through you. 

after what feels like forever, you feel the tip of her strap run through your folds, nudging at your clit. you bite back a moan at the sensation, a tinge of blood breaking through your lips from the pressure. your hips subconsciously grind down, making a couple inches of her cock to sink into you. 

“so needy, you couldn’t even wait for me to put it in?” abby’s teasing words barely register in your brain, the slight burn of her strap stretching you out deafens you. it was girthy, large. you could feel yourself widening with each inch that glides further in. 

a small whine leaves your lips, your hand comes up to abby’s abdomen, a weak attempt to push her away. she coos at the act and brings her thumb to stimulate your clit and ease the stretch. 

soon enough, she’s eight inches deep inside of you, keeping her body still so you can adjust to the feeling. “look at you, so pretty when you’re full of my cock. i’m so deep in this pussy, baby, you feel so good around me.” 

you nod at every single one of her words. though they barely process in your head, you just agree because it’s your abby talking to you. 

“is it okay if i move? yeah? good girl, i’ll be gentle with you, sweetheart.” her hips detach from your bottom, pulling out just the slightest. the cool air hits your cunt before it’s replaced with the warmth of her hips connecting with yours and her cock filling you. 

her pace is quicker compared to what her fingers were giving you. you can tell she’s desperate to see you fall apart underneath her. the same hand that was holding yours so lovingly is now pinning both of your wrists above your head, restricting any chance of retaliation. 

that burning feeling turns into pleasure, and it leaves you aching for more. your hips push down on her strap, at this point, you’re fucking her more than she’s fucking you. 

“oh, ohhh— so deep, a-abby,” broken syllables of her name pour out of your lips, along with a series of moans. you feel yourself growing dumber and dumber on her cock, your mind filled with abby, abby, abby.

her thrusts quicken at the sight of you. mouth hung open with drool slipping out, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your back arched far off the bed. having you at her mercy meant everything to her, and there was no way she’d let this moment go. 

“i know, baby. i know you’re close, can feel this perfect pussy gripping me.” 

and she’s right. the band in your lower stomach started to tighten, and threatened to snap at any given moment. your nails dug into your palms, your moans grew louder, it was bound to happen soon and all you needed was to hear those sweet words from abby. 

“cum for me, let me feel you.” 

a loud, guttural moan echoed throughout the room. a flash of white blinding you as your orgasm crashed over you. you felt the wetness of your juices soak her strap and the sheets below, but you were too fucked out to care. 

her thrusts slowed to a stop, carefully pulling out and undoing the harness all together. abby  scoops you into her arms, and presses warm kisses all over your face. muffled praises clouds your head, along with the feeling of drowsiness. you felt yourself fall further into a deeper state of relaxation, protected by your lover and her loving words.  

it was sweet, and she was sweeter.

ELLIE WILLIAMS

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you see the phallic object strapped onto ellie’s hips. the clear, eight and a half silicone staring you right in the face.  

“ellie, i, i can’t take that.” you stutter in disbelief, your eyes flicker from the harness to her smug expression. 

“course you can, jus’ need to take it slow. just because my dick is too big doesn’t mean you won’t take it.” her know-it-all tone and condescending words made you want to smack her in the face. 

you watch her with uneasy eyes as she positions herself between your legs. she wraps her slender hand around the length of her cock, and slaps the mushroom tip of her strap on your clit, giggling at your sharp gasps. 

“s’ not funny, els.” 

“i know, baby, i know.” she manages in between chuckles. her free hand comes down to your ankle and pulls it close to her lips, pressing soft pecks along the side. her tongue glides across the soft skin, maintaining eye contact while kissing along your ankle.

you barely notice her slowly easing inside of you, the intensity of her gaze taking control of your mind. a small whimper passes your lips at the feeling of being stretched, earning a coo from ellie. 

“cock so big it’s got you whining, yeah?” she places your foot down and wraps her hand around your waist, using it as leverage to sink herself further into you. 

you’d reply with some snarky remark if it wasn’t for her strap making you short circuit. her hips moved back and forth, giving you small thrusts. each connection sent you into a deeper state of bliss, barely able to keep your eyes trained on ellie. 

but she’s the complete opposite. her eyes focused on your body, her pupils swirling with desire at the sight of your breasts bouncing. it causes her hips to pick up speed, desperate to see you crumble on under her. 

“ellie, you’re—mmhhh— so big, c-can’t think.” you babble, words clashing over each other.

she loves seeing you like this— mindless and pleading. it gave her a boost of self esteem, a new confidence she finds herself growing addicted to. 

“yeah? you feel all eight inches of me inside of you, stretching this pretty little pussy out?” her words made you clench around her, causing the pleasure to intensify. each thrust brought you closer to release. you did everything you could to stop it, to get her to slow down so you could savor the moment, but ellie’s unrelenting hips said otherwise. 

“fuck, m’ gonna, gonna cum!” your moans ripped from your throat as your release coated her strap. a milky white substance forming around it. ellie lets out a series of groans, like she could feel you milking her cock. 

her thrusts come to slow, but she doesn’t stop, just slowly gliding in and out of you. she watches the way your cunt engulfs her, your clit throbbing as she enters. she’s completely entranced by you. 

“you’re so beautiful, baby. i need to see that again.” 

you knew what she meant, and you knew if you gave in she’d be repeating the same thing after every orgasm. 

but you still couldn’t say no.

DINA WOODWARD

“shit, you’re fucking soaked, babe.” the slick sound of dina’s fingers spreading your folds fills the silence. you turn your head away in embarrassment, squeezing your legs shut, but she just pries them back open. 

“oh, don’t do that. let me see you.” 

you hesitantly turn your head and meet dina’s half lidded brown eyes. she gives you a warm smile and a wink, “hi, love.” 

you give her a hum in return, trailing your eyes over her brown bralette. her breasts sat perfectly behind the lacy, floral fabric. the thin material left little to the imagination, giving you a muffled view of her bare chest. 

you don’t know how long you’ve been staring, and you would’ve stared longer if it wasn’t for her knowing words. “need something?” she muses, she knew your eyes were set on her chest, she just wanted to see how long it’ll go on for. 

“sorry, you look so fucking good in that.” 

“i’ll give you something better to look at.” 

without warning, half of her strap buries deep into you, eliciting a high pitched whine from you. she gives you a couple seconds to adjust before she starts to move, keeping a constant pace. 

her fingers wrap around your chin, and forces you to look at her disappearing inside of you. your whines turn into moans at the sight. “there you go,” she murmurs, rocking her hips a little harder now. “look at how pretty you look taking it, fuck.” 

your thighs tremble with each thrust, strings of unt, unt, unt leaving your lips like a lewd song. the fierce stretch of her strap stretching you out sends a wave of desire through you. your nails dug into the sheets to find a sense of support, but it was useless compared to dina’s deep strokes.

her hands travel down from your chin to your neck. the grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm. an act of dominance, showing you who’s really in control. 

“you hear that?” she whispers, her tone teasing and playful as her pace quickens. “that wet little sound? that’s you, babe. drippin’ all over my cock.”

you whimper at her words, feeling her strap plunge in and out of you without remorse. she’s so deep, so full inside of you, you don’t know whether to stop or beg for more. 

but she wouldn’t listen anyway. 

her hips slap against yours with a wet rhythm, the slick sound obscene. her strap drives into you with purpose now, chasing that last wave of pleasure. “c’mon, babe,” she pants, fingers digging into your hips. “i know you’re close, give it to me.”

your orgasm rips through you, sudden and blinding, your body jerking under her. dina doesn’t stop—just fucks you through it, deeper, slower now.

“that’s it, baby. just like that,” she breathes, watching the way your body twitches. “so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

you whimper something incoherent, legs shaking, cunt fluttering around her strap.

she finally stills, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “told you i’d give you something better to look at.”

VI

you look over to see vi checking herself out in the mirror. the harness strapped securely on her hips, a long, thick phallic object connected to it. her body kept turning angles, diagonal, forward, even attempting to get a view of her back. all while you were splayed out on her bed, aching to be touched. 

“vi,” you whine, spreading your legs a little wider when her head turns. “you gonna touch me or just gawk at yourself all day?” 

she lets out a breathy chuckle and starts walking over to you. her shin hits the base board, causing her to crawl in the bed and hover over you. she silents for a beat then, taking the back of your legs and pulling you closer to her. 

“vi—“ you squeak, but it’s quickly silenced with a sloppy kiss. her lips connect with yours in such a passionate, needy manner. all of her promises pouring out with an act of love. 

she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “that answer your question, sweetheart?” you give her a shy nod in return, feeling your whole body starting to heat up from embarrassment. 

“oh, don’t shy away from me now.” she coos, coating her thumb in your slick before rubbing small circles over your clit. “m’ just giving you what you want, baby.” 

she watches you writhe under her, your hips bucking up and your whines getting louder by the second. your hole clenches at nothing as another wave of arousal pools out of you, and that’s when she lets up. 

“gonna fuck you now, mkay?” she whispers, pressing a peck to your forehead and guiding her cock to your core. she pushed in slightly, giving you just the bulbous tip, and that alone is enough to make you gasp. 

“vi, i can’t, it’s so—“ her finger brushes over your bottom lip, and pushing it in past your lips. you take her dumb in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around her. the lewd expression plastered on your face takes the air out vi, causing her to bite back a moan. 

“so pretty like that. just, fuck, keep doing that, baby.” 

she’s so caught up with the way you’re looking at her, she doesn’t realize that she’s softly thrusting into you. subconsciously, fucking your body like you’re just a pillow for her to grind on. muffled moans and whimpers leave your lips, the stretch of her cock taking a toll on you. 

you suck harder on her thumb, teeth grazing and threatening to bite. her hands trail under the back of your knees, and pushes one of them to your chest. the new angle allows her to reach deeper than you thought was possible, swearing you could feel her in your stomach.

“mmm, y-you look so good. love seeing you like this, need to see you break.” she whimpers, her heavy, warm breath mixing with yours. her pace quickens, the sound of skin-slapping radiating off the walls. 

if you had the strength in you, you’d tease vi about how pathetic she looks— mouth hanging open, her cheeks coated with a light pink. you couldn’t get enough of her, finding yourself craving more than what was possible. 

your hand comes up to her nape, pulling her down for a kiss. you both swallow up each others moans, panting and whimpering at the same time. it’s downright pornographic. if anybody would walk in, they’d get a clear view of vi hoisting one of your legs up while relentlessly pounding into you.

you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, every thrust bringing you closer. you break the kiss, hearing her whine at the sudden removal. “vi, baby, i’m so close.” 

she whines at that. the thought of you making a mess because of her makes vi’s head swirl with need. her hips plunge into yours, deeper, harder, making sure you feel every inch of her. 

“please cum for me, please, please.” she repeats those begging words like a broken record. the grip she has on your thigh tightens, using her body weight to keep it secured against your chest. 

you couldn’t delay it any more, your release crashed over you violently, and vi’s intense pace never stopped. moans tore out from your throat, some from pleasure, others from overstimulation, but vi didn’t care. not when she had you shaking and crumbling under her.

SEVIKA

you’re perched on top of sevika’s lap. her smooth and muscular thighs brushing against your bare cunt. you grind into her slightly, searching for an inch of relief, but she’s quicker than you. her hand grips firmly on your waist, halting your movements. 

you let out a whine, huffing and resting your head on her shoulder. she smooths her hand over your back, whispering in your ear, “lose the attitude, baby. you’ll get your fill.” 

her words made you clench, and you would’ve squeezed your thighs for some friction—if sevika’s thigh wasn’t already holding you open. fine, if she wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, you’d make her.

sevika’s leg bounced, teasing you with the vibrations, but never giving you more than that. your hand settles on the back of her neck, placing soft love bites on it. she groans at the touch, bucking her hips up slightly. the grip she has on your waist tightening, her nails forming crescent shapes in your skin. 

“what’re you playing at, doll?” she mutters, her voice groggy and filled with anticipation. 

“dunno what you’re talking about, sevvy.” your lips latch onto the pressure point behind her ear, making a rather lewd noise leave her lips. you trail your hand down, over her chest and above her crotch, palming at the phallic object in her pants.

obviously, she couldn’t feel it, but watching your hand stroke it so effortlessly, she may as well cum in her pants. her hips buck up into your grasp, her head falling against the couch with a soft thud. 

you shift off her lap and onto the floor. the fabric straining from sevika’s cock sat right in front of you, and you couldn’t wait to unleash it. your fingers work at her belt with practiced ease, tugging it loose and pulling her pants down just enough to free the strap.

the thick, dark sprung out. you stared at it with hungry eyes and a drooling method. sevika’s eyes found your thirsty expression. her hand running over the back of your head, and grabbing a fistful over your hair. 

“gonna use that pretty mouth? make me feel good?”

you nod, lips parting as you lower your head and press an open-mouthed kiss to the flushed tip. sevika’s hand tightens in your hair, holding you still as you swirl your tongue around it, coating it in spit just how she likes.

“don’t tease,” she growls, her voice thick. “open up.”

you do, sinking down slow, feeling the stretch in your jaw as the thick strap slides across your tongue. sevika hisses through her teeth, her hips jerking up just slightly impatient. you bob your head, taking more and more, until the head hits the back of your throat and you gag around it.

drool spills from the corners of your mouth, your eyes watering as you glance up at her. she looks completely wrecked already, head thrown back, chest rising heavy under her tank, jaw tight with restraint.

you take her deeper, jaw aching and throat tightening as the thick strap fills your mouth. sevika lets out a low, broken groan—one hand fisting the edge of the couch while the other stays tangled in your hair. her grip is firm, controlling, but her hips twitch with need, betraying how much she’s barely holding it together.

“fuck, baby,” she mutters, breath hitching. “look at you makin’ a mess of yourself for my cock. so good for me.”

your lashes flutter, spit spilling over your chin as you choke softly around the length. the noise makes her shudder. she bucks up into your mouth, not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you who’s in charge here.

“ngh—shit,” she huffs again, her voice raw now, strained with want. “don’t stop, baby. just like that. fuck, been thinkin’ about this all day.”

your hands grip her thighs tighter, bobbing your head faster, slick, wet noises filling the space between you. sevika’s eyes are fixed on the way your lips stretch around her, how you take her with everything you’ve got, and it drives her insane. her hips begin to roll in time with your movements, chasing the illusion of pleasure, chasing you.

“you’re such a good little whore for me,” she breathes, voice going softer, rougher. “look at you, eyes all teary, mouth full, fuckin’ perfect.”

you hum around her, and the vibration draws a strangled moan from her throat just a bit higher-pitched than usual. it makes your pussy clench, and her dominant air falters for just a second as her hips stutter.

“fuck, shit—don’t stop,” she pants, tugging your hair just enough to make your eyes water. her hips twitch again, more erratic now. “gonna lose it if you keep suckin’ me like that, baby. goddamn.”

but even in her need, she doesn’t let go. her hand stays tight in your hair, guiding you, using your mouth for her own relief. she’s whining now but through gritted teeth, voice low and dangerous.

“you’re mine, you hear me?” she growls, voice thick with lust. “gonna fuck that pretty throat till you forget your own name.”

CAITLYN KIRAMANN

“you talk so much shit for someone with a small cock, caitlyn.” you spat. you didn’t mean for your words to come up harsh, but there was only so much for her bickering you could take. 

caitlyn nearly choked on her spit when she heard that. the erotic insult catching her completely off guard, a tinge of frustration washing over her. she took a few steps closer to you, the sound of boots clacking echoes throughout the dimly lit room. 

her tall frame towers over you, looking down at you with intrigue, but a blank expression. she takes your chin in hand, angling your head up to meet her gaze. 

“is that so?” 

“i said what i said.” you’d be lying if her intimidating aura didn’t send a wave of arousal through you. seeing her so stern but unbothered made you feel things you shouldn’t, especially not now. 

she gives you nothing but a hum and drops her hand, turning her back to you and walking to her bedside. you can’t see what’s going on, but you hear the sound of a drawer, belts tightening, and a bottle opening. 

a moment later, her body turns back to you. your eyes immediately fall to her hips where a thick, deep blue strap sat, the lube making it glisten in the warm lighting. the sight made your eyes go wide, you’d never taken anything over 6 inches, and that was well over that. 

your eyes follow her, watching her sit down on the shared bed and spread her legs wide. she gives you a once over before opening her mouth to speak, “sit.” 

“what? caitlyn, i’m not sitting on—“ 

“sit.” 

her tone left no room for argument, it was controlling, dominating. the two things that made you obey without question. you hesitantly took a couple steps forward until you stood between her legs. her slender fingers ghost over the back of your thighs, her touch featherlight yet it’s affecting you more than it should. 

she trails up to your waistband, pulling down both your underwear and shorts until it pools at the floor. you were bare in front of her. sure, this isn’t the first time, but you felt so vulnerable, so seen.

her lips press against your skin, leaving kisses right below your belly button. the loving act made you cave, that incessant attitude you had earlier fading away. 

“caitlyn, baby—“ you start, but she shushes you, spreading your legs further and pushing you down into her lap. the tip of her strap prods at your core, spreading your holes apart. you moan at the feeling, regretting the underestimation of her cock. 

she pulls you down more, letting you feel every inch of her entering you. the stretch made you whine, your fingers paw at her shoulders, but her grip doesn’t loosen. 

“you can take it, i know you can.” her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting the sensitive nub. the dual sense of pleasure made your head spin. it was all too much, but caitlyn loved every bit of it. 

you finally sank all the way down, her entire strap filling you up completely. your mouth fell open, but words couldn’t come out, too wrapped up in the way she felt inside of you. her hips bucked up  slightly, her tip hitting that spot inside you. your head fell forward on her shoulder, whines and whimpers pouring out of your lips. 

“mmfff, shit— cait, slow, please.” you keen, but your words are weak and shaky, so much for her ‘small cock.’ 

“shh, baby. s’ what you wanted, right? so let me give it to you.” 

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Bento Love <3

cw: 1.2K words | wife!Caitlyn, post-s2 act3, no warnings, making Caitlyn bento boxes bc she works so hard, domestic fluff

Caitlyn is having a brutally difficult day.

Between a long council meeting in which she had to break up several arguments, reading many letters from overseas, and planning for the upcoming Progress Day, she's exhausted. All Caitlyn can think about is getting home to you, to your warm embrace, and the day isn't even over with yet.

"Commander Kiramman?" a soft knock sounds from her office door, her assistant's voice breaking her train of thought. "I've had to move your meeting with the Noxian representative to an hour later."

Caitlyn exhales, resting her head in the palm of her head as she rests her elbow on her desks. She rubs her temples: a result of all the stress of the day. "Okay. Do I have anything for the next hour, then?"

"No," the assistant continues from the other side of the door before she pauses. "There's also been a delivery for you."

Caitlyn's eyebrows furrow as she straightens up in her office chair. She hadn't ordered anything to be delivered today. "What is it?"

The door finally opens as her assistant steps into the room, a small, pink box and a matching bottle in her hands. She sets it down on the wooden desk in front of Caitlyn before shooting her a small smile. "I'm under instruction not to tell you," she claims before making her way out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Caitlyn's left staring after her blankly. "Not to tell me...?" she mutters, repeating her assistant's words in total confusion. Who could have even instructed her? She glances down at the small, pink box when she notices the pink ribbon wrapped around it. Namely, the ribbon you like to tie in your hair whenever the two of you go out. 

Caitlyn's face breaks into a small, gently untying the delicate ribbon. It's clearly some sort of gift from you – though she doesn't quite understand why you wouldn't have told her that you were sending her something. She moves to lift the lid from the box, and her breath catches.

It's a small bento box with four compartments: one larger one and three smaller ones. The larger compartment contains slices of chicken katsu sitting on a bed of white rice, small sesame seeds sprinkled on top. The smaller compartments contain a small caesar salad, strawberry slices cut into hearts, and a mini lemon-blueberry tart. 

The box is complete with a napkin, mini utensils, and cute toothpicks adorning the food. Caitlyn smiles at the cute cat toothpicks: the ones that you always say remind you of her. She twists the cap of the bottle off to reveal the contents of a steaming, jasmine tea – her favorite.

Caitlyn's eyes are wide, her lips parting in surprise as she gazes at the perfectly prepared meal. It's so lovely – so cute, and warm, and filled with the obvious love you have for her. She traces her fingers over the folded napkin before she notices the small note taped to the underside of the lid. She gently peels the tape off, holding the note up to see the words written on it.

You work so hard, Cait. Take breaks and eat well, okay? I love you so much, and I can't wait to see you tonight.

Caitlyn bites her bottom lip to stifle her fond smile at your words. She can practically feel her heart swell within her chest, already longing to wrap her arms around you. For now, all she can do is begin to eat the bento: savoring the way the food feels like a perfectly-packaged hug from you. 

For the rest of the day, her head swims with thoughts of you. Caitlyn's shoulders feel remarkably lighter, and the seconds tick by faster and faster. That is, until she's headed home to you: time seeming to drag on forever as she rushes away from work to see you.  

Meanwhile, you're humming away in the kitchen of the Kiramman Manor, already planning what you'll make for her tomorrow. You quite liked making the bento box, knowing that your beloved wife often forgets to eat when she has busy days. While her priorities are often swamped with those of Piltover, you ensure that her well-being is one of yours. 

You're staring at the fridge, mentally planning ideas for tomorrow in your head, when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You jump slightly before your lips tug into a beaming smile, feeling Caitlyn embrace you from behind. "I don't know how sneak up on me so well," you lean your head back to rest against her shoulder. 

Caitlyn chooses to ignore that comment in favor of pressing a kiss to your temple. "You didn't have to do that for me," she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

"I wanted to," you sigh. "Someone has to take care of you, you know. You work too hard."

Caitlyn lightly sways you both from side to side as you turn around to face her. Her hand comes up to cradle your jaw, her thumb running over your cheek. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Exist," you half-joke, but there's a note of truth to it. No one can deny your obvious adoration for her. "You need to eat and sleep and take breaks sometimes. I know it's hard for you to stop working, so just... let me help you with that."

Caitlyn takes a shaky breath. Because you're right: she does neglect her well being for the good of the city more often than she'd like to admit. When she looks down at you, seeing your wide, adoring eyes gazing up at her, she can't believe she has you. Her entire world, and it's nestled in her arms.

She can't help but lean down to press a soft, sound kiss to your lips. A single kiss that turns into two, three, four – she can't help it. Gentle pecks turn into hot, open-mouthed kisses, and she's not even quite sure when exactly she slips her tongue into your mouth and when you whine against her lips. Caitlyn is incredibly skilled with her self-control, but around you, it's like all of it is lost to the wind.

Gods, does she love you. 

The bentos continue after that: packed, warm meals that Caitlyn looks forward to on rainy days and stressful weeks. Whether they're filled with steaming udon, grilled cheese paired with tomato soup, a mini quiche cooked just how she likes it, or her favorite fancy dark chocolate truffles – she's obsessed with them. Caitlyn's never been one for cutesy things, but when you attach your notes all tied with a ribbon, she's grateful that you're fond of them. Your words hold her over until she can get back to you.

And when you're back together a few hours later, holding each other close within  Caitlyn's silk sheets, she lifts your left hand to gaze at the diamond ring that rests on your finger. Touches it with her own wedding band, too. There's no one, Caitlyn thinks, that she'd rather be with for the rest of eternity. Bentos or no bentos.  

Oh, to be Caitlyn Kiramman's housewife.

I've never had a cute bento and I was SO jealous of all the kids in elementary and middle school who got them. Trust, I have so many ideas for ones I could make for my future wife. And for myself :)

~Cherry 🍒

[kogasgirl]

I'm right here hello??

my godddd i need to be putting a pretty femme into a mating press rn…

[kogasgirl]

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[kogasgirl]

bigger whore online 🤝🏻 shy and terrified of people in person

[kogasgirl]

I want to be talked through everything. Am I doing good? Am I bad? Mock my facial expressions and moans for being so pathetic and needy. Tell me I take it so well. Tell me you could drown in my pussy because of how wet I am. Just keep talking.

[kogasgirl]

btw i will suck your fingers after they were just inside me and i will keep eye contact the whole time.

[kogasgirl]

JUST ONE CREDIT CARD SWIPE AWAY !

your rich wife loves spoiling you . . .

cw ♡ dom fem character x sub fem reader, sexting, fingering, spanking, power play (if you squint) - word count: 443

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your rich wife knows very well she's always just one credit card swipe away from buying and sending you the prettiest lingerie. you'd put it on, feeling the soft material on your skin, getting on top of a pillow and sending her a video of you grinding on it like a desperate little bunny

she'd always be so mean, telling you how you have to be patient and wait for her to get back home from work -- don't even think about cumming if it's not on her fingers, you have to wait for her no matter how bad the aching sensation between your legs is

but don't worry, once your rich wife is home, all of her attention is only on you. you were on all fours on the bed, tightening your fists on the bedsheet as her fingers toyed with the hem of your pink lacey thigh highs, letting it slap against your thigh. her other hand was slowly circling your panties, as you'd wince from the pain. "quit teasin" you'd pout at her, meeting her intoxicating gaze "my sweet girl really is impatient, isn't she?"

once she was satisfied with how red your thighs were, she would remove your panties and circle your cunt agonizingly slow. "so wet for me" she'd purr, making you whine loudly and drop your head on the soft pillows, trying to grind on her fingers, desperately seeking any sort of pleasure

"i'll be good-" your grip on the pillows tightened as you could feel yourself dripping on your wife's slender fingers "-really good for you, please" and with her princess begging like that, how could she refuse?

when you would least expect it, she would insert two of her fingers without any sort of warning, sliding in with ease from how wet you were. and she wouldn't go easy on you at all, her pace was already ruthless. she would be pounding into your tight little cunt so hard it was making you pant like you were in heat, a little bit of drool falling on the soft pillows. her other hand would go back to slapping your thigh, making you tremble. you knew there was no point in asking her to go slower, after all, you were the one who begged for this. "good girl, takin' my fingers so well"

as soon as you heard your favourite pet name, you reached your orgasm. your juices were dripping down, coating her fingers, as she grabbed your chin harshly and made you look at her, as she was sucking on them. "always so sweet for me" she would coo, pulling you in for a sweet loving kiss

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genshin ningguang, beidou, arlecchino, yelan aot yelena, ymir league caitlyn, renata glasc valorant reyna, sage

[kogasgirl]

treat me like a princess and fuck me like a whore

[kogasgirl]

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn HCs

Caitlyn × Fem! Reader : Cait is described as very masc.

I don't know what this is just popped in my head soo bear with me I miss Cait so fucking much.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn who would wait patiently outside your work place to fetch you even if you suddenly have to take extra hours she will wait.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn who spends most of her alone time in the garage fixing her bike and after some fix or any other thing she adds to her bike she immediately runs to you.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn who gets you your own helmet color pink! with a lil bow in the back very much matches her matte blue one also her helmet as your initials on the side.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn loves it when you caress her abs over her shirt whenever you two would go on long calm rides your head laying on her back making her drive more careful.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn who looks too fucking good in leather you would often catch yourself staring at her while she gets ready for a ride with her friends, you find yourself standing behind her arms wrapped around her waist tip toeing to rest your head on her shoulder whining. "do you have to go baby?" — "you did promise to let me ride with my friends darling whats with the change of mind?" she chuckled turning to gently carry you in her arms easily.

"Yeah but that was before i saw how hot you look like with your gear you can resched righy cmon~ stay for tonight" you begged pouting as you set down gently on the couch as she wore her boots "a promise is a promise princess, I'll be back before you know it" once she was all prepared you let out a huff and crossed your arms she leans closer to kiss you softly immediately melting you against her touch as you sighed softly.

𐙚 GF Biker Caitlyn who brings the backpack you bought her back then when you guys were still at college every time she goes on rides so she can fill it up gifts and snacks especially flowers once she gets back.

hibou's final thoughts : idk what this is i miss caitlyn so much okay, i love the idea of cait being extremely masc but has a feminine style.

[kogasgirl]

i just want mommy to fuck me until i can’t think about anything else ):