#arcane caitlyn smut

[vexedcoast]

THREE'S A CROWD

summary: caitvi want info from reader, who works in a brothel in zaun. but as soon as they meet the reader, they forget about their entire reason for visiting you.

a/n: need them to do unspeakable things to me . p with plot this time ( everyone clap ). arf arf 🐶

content warning / description: caitvi x reader , dom!caitvi, and sub!reader. afab reader. pet names ( caitlyn — mommy, miss, vi — daddy, sir, reader — princess, bunny, good girl, pet, toy, sweet thing ). collar wear. reader works at a brothel in zaun. hexstrap(s) that reader takes like a champ. pretty lengthy discussions around consent and kinks. ithink that's it (?).

the last place caitlyn and violet expected to be again was the brothel in zaun — but sleuthing calls . what better place to get information than a business built by bricks of secrets ? each room, a carefully constructed fantasy . a place where lies held far more value than any coins or bills . the hard part was finding the right informant — the one who would take kindly to being bribed and bought .

both of you, together or separate? the owner couldn't help but hide her curiosity at the pair — the taller of the couple with a hand wrapped around vi's waist like a vice .

together, please. with a woman. caitlyn spoke with a confidence that left no room for other unnecessary comments. she slid a coin bag that nearly made the owner spit out her drink. did she even know how much this cost? it certainly wasn't that much. but the keeper accepted nonetheless. she pulled out a book, opening it carefully, looking through the women in her care — sliding her finger down the list until it reached yours. she stated your pseudo name — and your number but alerted them to stay there while she discussed the matter with you.

violet shifted her body, leaning against the counter — fingers dancing over the desk in a rather nervous fashion . what if this was a bad idea? what if this led to nothing? what if all that happened made her jealous beyond belief? watching another woman touch caitlyn? how would caitlyn feel if you touched vi? it made her more nervous than she'd care to admit.

caitlyn could feel vi's anxiety like a fog on a sunny morning — it was obvious. her hand wrapped around the other's waist, tugging her back to her arms with little to no resistance. hugging the woman's back to her chest.

calm down, we don't need to do anything we don't want. she doesn't either. say the word, and we're gone, yeah? caitlyn's lips pressed to her ear — whispering ever so softly, teeth grazing against her skin before taking a small ( tiny ) bite . violet seemed to relax, shifting her bodyweight back to her feet rather than the counter.

after a few minutes, the owner returned — a little paper in hand . she requires her safe word to be tango. she wants you to know that she . . does not enjoy giving out commands or . . being in charge. also, per house rules, no bags, backpacks, jackets, or belts of any kind are allowed in the private rooms. should any of the house or her rules be broken, she is within her reason to do anything necessary to get you out. understood?

vi and cait nodded, noting every little thing down in their heads. the house rules were once again presented, long — pointed nails jabbing at each and every instruction, mouthing them off in an almost robotic fashion. they clearly weren't the only ones given this speech.

finally, they found the room — stripping off jackets, belts, and bags at the entrance, placing them in a locker nearby. beyond the door, and pink shimmering curtain lie you in almost nonchalant relaxed position on the couch. ever so carefully blowing on your painted nails — turning your head as soon as you heard the bell jingle.

"When she said there was a couple here for me, I was hoping it wasn't another man — but I was pleasantly surprised to hear that it would be both of you."

your voice was soft, almost like a cotton cloud on a sunny day — a smile that could knock the wind out of anyone walking by. you were in a pink nightgown, a meshy thin fabic leaving just enough to the imagination.

"You can call me bunny, and you are. . ."

the nickname rolled off your tongue — no way in hell you would give out a real name . not here .

"vi . . and this is caitlyn."

you glanced between the pair, almost sizing them up . but that analytical face was quickly swiped by that too sweet smile once more. you stood, walking a bit closer — hand extending to caitlyn first, then to vi .

"And what exactly . . are you two wanting tonight? talk? company? or pleasure?"

your head tilted to the side, peering up at the two — your doe eyes blinking a few times in a rather docile manner despite the crude offer you'd just given. you paused for just a moment, lips pressing together.

violet could feel her heart racing — as did caitlyn . you were gorgeous, so sweet — so innocent submissive. pouting your lower lip up at them. perhaps jealousy wouldn't flare too high with you between them. neither of them moved — spoke for a little bit. flashes began in each of their minds, of the various ways they could bend you over, have you kneel, on their laps, — on your back. it was enough of a silence for you to know the answer to your question.

"You heard Cressa at the door. I'm not interested in bossing anyone around, I prefer to make myself far more useful in . . other ways. being used, within reason. say the words, and im yours."

your words were music to their ears — each taking a single step closer to you. but you continued,

"I have a table over there — everything is either new or sanitized . I didn't know what you preferred, so I got a little bit of everything out. they're all game."

you waved to a small coffee table lined with a variety of products. straps, floggers, cuffs, gags, collars, leashes, spreader bars, anything they could even think of was at their disposal. cait was the first to reach her hand out — grasping the harness for the strap. carefully peeling off her pants, but leaving her panties on for now. she stepped in as smoothly as she could - lest she stumble and fall in front of you ( how pathetic ). vi followed suit, stripping down to her boxers and tank top wrapped chest.

you couldn't hide the glimmer of excitement in your eyes, but refused to move. not until the pair expressed their desires.

"You didn't answer me. tell me what you want from me. consent goes both ways."

your hand snaps around cait's wrist as she walked closer to you.

"We want you, bunny. want you to be ours."

violet answered, tilting your chin up to look at them — nodding her head over to caitlyn who quickly replied,

"We want you to be our good bunny, can you do that for us?"

you couldn't hide the hitch in your breath — pupils dilating to triple their normal size. your smile softened, getting a bit smaller as you realized exactly what was going to happen tonight.

"Yes, I can."

your voice came out shaky, nearly squeaking. the change in their tones was jarring — from polite and somewhat nervous to commanding, confident within the blink of an eye. you couldn't help but feel your core begin to ache.

"Yes, Mommy."

cait corrected — sliding her wrist from your hand , brushing deft digits over your cheek. your heart was going to burst from your chest.

"Yes, Mommy."

you corrected almost instantly — eyes widening as you flickered your gaze between caitlyn and violet.

"Good girl."

the raspy, lower registered voice was cooed into your ear. When did vi get so close? you shuddered, nearly crumbling to pieces without even being touched. you weren't sure anyone had this effect on you before. sure, you typically enjoyed your clientele to an extent. but they were different. much different.

"Why don't you get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to good use on daddy's strap, hm?"

caitlyns voice was softer, much more gentle than vi's. you nodded, sliding down to your knees without even saying one word. you looked so cute, folding instantly for them, caitlyn thought. your hands were ever so gently held in place behind your back, caitlyns chin resting on your shoulder.

vi almost whimpered at the sight of you two. caitlyn restraining your pretty wrists, your lips parting ever so slightly from anticipation. maybe she could get more used to this. sure, they both considered themselves both dominant and submissive, but the pair both were able to dominate? yeah, she could get used to this.

a scarred palm made its way to your hair, bruised fingers knitting into the loose curls . a whine caught in your throat as your core began to stir once more. desperate, needy. you had to truly concentrate in order to not try and find relief by rubbing your thighs together.

"C'mon bunny."

vi urged — but before the last syllable came out, your tongue darted out. lips opening and sliding your mouth slowly down the length of the strap. eyes instinctually flickering up to vi, who still had a heavy hand on your hair - guiding you up and down. you could hear caitlyn behind you, nearly cooing at you. she takes you so well, vi. look how she's drooling.

the encouragement only made you more eager. but vi forced you to go slow, ever so gently taking inch by inch. shh, we have all night. don't want to hurt that pretty throat, we wanna hear all the cute noises you make. violet crooned, ever so gently sliding the strap farther down your throat.

as soon as it hit the back of your throat, you gagged. caitlyn chuckled, tracing her hands under your lingerie dress — skilled fingers brushing over your nipples, sharp nails scraping over the already erect buds. oh she's so sensitive. so needy hm? you like sucking on daddy's strap while mommy touches you? vi, let her breathe. caitlyn hummed in that sweet yet commanding tone. the strap instantly pulled out of your throat, but slow — as to not let you gag even more.

"Yes, I do, Mommy. please — want more."

oh, how precious your voice sounded, desperate and whiny. poor thing. so desperate. your eyes filled with tears – fuck, you werent sure if you were pretending to love it or if you actually were. your thoughts were interrupted before you could decipher the feelings.

"Strip for us, slow."

you stood — feeling all four hands leave your body. ever so gently, your fingers began to wiggle down the straps of your night gown one by one. your movements were precise, like a choreographed dance. the fabric, after several beats, fell to the ground — leaving you in nothing but your bare skin.

vi and caitlyn both let out a variation of groans. your entire face went red. you were nervous, which never happened. not in this line of work.

"Get on the bed, sit on your knees."

vi's orders were quite stern, grasping your forearms to help you off of the soft carpet. her muscles flexing as she easily lifted you from the ground, like lifting a feather with her finger. you made your way to the bed, a plush pink set of sheets to match the rest of the room.

the couple followed you like lionesses stalking their prey — caitlyn grabbing something off of the little table of toys. you didn't have enough time to see what it was, feeling caitlyn snapping a collar in place. the chain tinging gently in her hand — tugging a bit to test the sturdiness. this alone made you keen, not able to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

"You want to be ours bunny? c'mon, sit on my lap — all the way down."

caitlyn's hands dug into your hips — helping to guide you onto her strap , cooing as you whimpered. vi stepped closer — squatting down to take in every square inch of your expression. she held your chin in her fingers once more, grinning like a wild animal as she watched caitlyn sink you onto her strap.

"Good girl, taking mommy's cock so well bunny. are you a good little bunny for us? so eager hm?"

vi laughed — lips pressing to yours for just a moment before her fingers hooked into the collar around your neck. she tugged at the loop, smirking as the name plate jingled. you felt your eyes roll back — they hadn't even touched you yet.

" Answer daddy's question, bunny. and beg for it."

one of her hands shifted from your hips to wrapping around your throat — forcing you to look back up at vi.

"yes, please i want her cock so badly. need to be fucked stupid — need to be bred by both of you. please, please, please."

you were shocked you could make out any sort of noise with all the attention on you — let alone a proper sentence. tears pricked in your eyes as you felt caitlyn begin to tease your entrance with the tip, not quite giving you the satisfaction just yet.

"What do you think, vi? think she deserves it?"

vi didn't respond verbally, merely shoving you all the way down onto the strap. you yelped — eyes flashing open wide with surprise. you felt tears begin falling, pouring over your rosy cheeks and down your neck. but neither of them let you move nor moved themselves. letting you at least adjust for a few beats. you could feel your walls fluttering around caitlyn — dripping.

"Oh, atta girl, look at you tremble. so cute, hm?"

you weren't even sure who's voice was whispering in your ear. you began to move your thighs without thinking twice — but they didn't seem to mind your initiative. vi put her thumb between your lips, which you begsn to suck and lick without thinking. god, how easily they had reduced you to a dripping, crying mess. this was your job, and here you were being passed around like a toy — but fuck, you loved every second of it.

vi and caitlyn moved in tandem, perfectly synced with one another. though, vi's thumb instantly found your clit with ease. you could only whimper in response. such a mess, such a cute little pet you were. so desperate for attention. such a good girl.

"Tell daddy how it feels. tell me how good mommys cock feels inside your pretty pussy and how it feels to have me touching your pretty clit."

vi took her thumb from your mouth — standing up from her crouched position. she slapped the tip of her strap against your lips.

"she feels so good so deep inside me — love her using my pussy—,"

"your pussy? you mean our pussy."

caitlyn snapped — pulling all the way out of you, then plunged you back down — a punishing pace being set before you could protest.

"m'sorry, mommy. feels so good when you use me — fuck. daddy's finger on my clit —— I'm close."

vi tapped your lips once more, seemingly satisfied with that answer. you took her down your throat once more without hesitation. she groaned — rocking her strap into you at the same pace as caitlyn was stretching you open.

"don't fucking cum. not without our permission."

caitlyn spat — going harder, but slowing down her movements. the swift change was enough to knock the wind out of you. you tearily nodded and moaned around the strap. drooling so badly, you thought you might gag. your gaze snapped from vi to cait's reflection in the mirror.

they continued relentlessly, tugging on your collar or pulling down your hips. it felt like hours. it was so fucking hard to contain yourself.

"you can cum, you can cum."

it felt like your prayers had been answered. vi pulled out, ensuring that your voice could be heard as you cane. you let out a soft sob, moaning — squealing out fuck mommy, fuck daddy feels so good until your throat grew barren and dry.

as you finished, you felt caitlyn pull you back to her chest, she looked back up at vi — grinning from ear to ear.

"you'll have to wait till next time for daddy's cock bunny."

vi promised, helping caitlyn slowly pull the strap out of you — god her muscles were so fucking big —. your poor head was nearly empty, it took you a few seconds to process her words.

"I can take more."

you sounded pathetic — desperate for more. but caitlyn was quick to shush you, gently undoing the harness around her waist then your collar. vi began to clean up, throwing sheets and the like into a small bin next to the door. she found a blanket, softly wrapping it around your shaking body.

"we'll be back for you — just relax. you were such a good girl for the both of us."

caitlyn brushed some of your damp hair strands away from your face, placing gentle kisses to your forehead. vi moved in as well, kissing your cheek.

"did so well, bunny. you need rest before taking me. we'll come back for you. don't worry, bunny."

her voice was enough to lull you to a soft sleep, the pair of them leaving soon after ensuring you were safe and calm. the room was organized, you were curled up, and your things were returned to proper order.

"we'll be back in a week — same time, same girl."

caitlyn slid across a deposit — unable to hide a grin as the owner of the brothel rolled her eyes. she knew they'd need more.

[kirammaniac]

We Have To Make This Quick

summary: It was your hundredth business party of the year, and you couldn’t wait to get home to get your hands on your wife.

cw: 18+ mdni, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!cait, porn with basically no plot, reader and cait are married businesswomen, cunnilingus, lots of pet names, praise kink, fingering, hair pulling

word count: 1.5k

ao3 link

“We have to make this quick,” Cait rasped, her hands on your hips as you looked up at her with the neediest eyes she’d ever seen from you. You were at a business party for your shared company, the two of you in matching black dresses to show your professionalism. But professionalism was far from present when the carnal desire you had for your wife took hold.

Her plump lips found your own, enveloping you in a sloppy kiss as her fingers dug into the skin of your ass through the fabric of your dress. You groaned into it, hands on her chest as you squeezed at her breasts, the sound of Cait’s whimpers in response sending waves of heat down to your core.

You pushed Cait up against the wall, hands clawing at her front as her tongue pushed past your lips. You happily took it in, letting your tongue mix with hers in a heated dance of ecstasy as you made out with your wife. “Fuck, Cait. let me have you,” you begged, looking up at her, eyes wide and needy for her. Needier than they’d ever been before.

“You can have me all you want, sunshine,” Cait whispered in response, cupping your cheeks. You don’t waste a second as your hands fly down her body as low as they can go, slowly pulling her long black dress above her waist.

You slip it over her thighs before managing it over her torso, finally getting it off her by pulling it past her neck. You marveled at the view of her, lacy black bra and underwear that went well with her dress. The day you married Cait, you’d told her she was made for you, and it was moments like these, where she was before you as if molded by the angels themselves, that proved your point.

“Did you wear this for me, my love?” you asked. Your thumb trailed over the lace of her bra, eyes memorizing each and every individual freckle on her exposed shoulders as they had several times before. Cait smiled down at you.

Her hands secured around your waist like a lifeline, angelic blues piercing into yours. Her skin radiated in the bright light of the room the two of you had snuck away to, the smell of wine prevalent on her lips. “I did, sunshine. I wanted to look good for you,” she rasped, her finger brushing over your cheek as she caressed it.

“You’re my angel. Of course you look good for me,” you whispered, like it was common knowledge. Your hands sank downwards towards her hips and then her thighs, and slowly, like you were out of control of your own body, you got down to your knees.

Cait gasped at the feel of your heated kisses trailing up her thighs. You had the privilege of knowing that her thighs were the most responsive part of her body, and that no one could use that fact to their advantage except you. As your kisses set her skin on fire, your finger hooked into the hem of her underwear, slowly pulling them down her body.

“So fucking pretty,” you rasped out, a slight growl to the way the three words left your lips. You couldn’t help but feel possessive of your wife, even when it was just the two of you alone. “How bad do you want this, my love?” you asked, tongue teasing the area just below Cait’s aching core.

“Bad, love. So, so bad,” Cait practically pleaded with you, her hand in your hair. The mere view of you on your knees was lewd and sacred, one she could get off to if you’d let her, one she had gotten off to before. But the only thing better than the view of you on your knees, is what you do while you’re on them. “Please, love, I need to feel your tongue. I'll be the best girl for you.”

Your smile widened, nose brushing against her clit as you made your descent into her center. “I know you will, angel. You always are." 

With those final words leaving your lips, you plunged into Cait’s pussy, tongue lapping at the wetness between her folds as though she were your last meal. Cait responded by gripping at your hair, guiding you closer to her core.

“H- Honey,” Cait moaned a little too loudly for your liking, causing your grip to tighten on her thighs, fingernails digging into her skin as your tongue rubbed in small circles over her clit. You give Cait a chance, a fool’s misjudgment, really, to lower her volume on her own. But when it doesn’t happen, you’re forced to pull away.

Your thumb circled her clit as you looked up at her, your voice unmistakably dominant as you spoke. “Be quiet, angel. You don’t want anybody to know what I'm doing to you in here, do you?” you cooed, giving her those puppy eyes of yours. Sweet, but to be taken seriously.

A rosy blush filled Cait’s cheeks and she quickly shook her head. “No, honey. I'm sorry. I’ll keep my voice down,” she blushed, words shaky as you pleasure her while she speaks. You give her an approving smile, nodding.

“Good girl,” you praised, before dipping your tongue back between her folds. Cait’s back arched off the wall, but by concealing her noises with the hand that isn’t gripping your hair, she managed to lower them. In turn, you slipped your tongue inside of her, closing your eyes at the taste that sends waves of pleasure through your body each and every time.

Her thighs shook under your touch as you slipped two fingers into her heat, pumping fiercely to bring her to sweet, sweet release. You’re not one for quickies and nor is Cait, considering the fact that you like to take your time, build a slow way up to climax so that it feels all the more better for your wife. But you didn’t have that kind of time on your hands, and you had to accommodate.

“I need you to feel good for me, angel, so, so good. Want your cum on my tongue,” you whispered into her cunt, almost as if you were speaking to it and not her. Your eyes met hers once again as your fingers pumped in and out of her heat at a delicious pace. “Can you do that? Can you come for me, angel?”

Cait nodded, the red on her cheeks having spread to her neck and ears. She removed her hand so you could hear her verbal response. “Y- Yes. I can come for you. I- I promise I will,” she said, voice a broken whisper. There was that same smile of approval from you, one that truly affirms the next words that leave your lips.

“Attagirl. you’re doing so well for me,” you praised. “Now be a good girl and make a mess on my tongue, my love.” And then, with that, you delved into Cait’s pussy for the last time, tongue swirling around her aching bud as your fingers thrusted into her walls.

Cait’s eyes rolled back into her head as your name slipped off her lips, her pants filling the room as waves of pleasure washed over her. Your words and touch had her crumbling for you right then and there, her body shuddering as she came against your tongue. You lapped up every last drop, the sound of her moans and the taste of her release making you moan into her pussy.

When you pulled back, your chin and cheeks were covered in her slick, a lewd sight that leaves Cait already craving more of you. Having known this would happen, that the two of you would be unable to resist a quickie at this business party—as you usually couldn’t—you grab your since abandoned bag from a nearby table, pulling out a small towel.

You whispered praises as you cleaned Cait up, reaching the spots your tongue couldn’t tend to, and generally making sure she was feeling good before having to return to the party. Small kisses peppered the skin of her thighs before you got up, discarding the towel on the same table you got it from.

You pulled Cait’s underwear back up before helping her get her dress back on, pulling it past her shoulders, then her torso, then her thighs, in reverse order as when you ripped it off in your own haste minutes prior. You fixed her hair for her, rebraiding it and making sure the heated moment you just shared with your wife wasn’t visible on her anywhere, then pressed a kiss to her nose.

“I'm so proud of you, my love. You did such a good job, like you always do for me,” you whispered, your thumbs rubbing the now pink skin of Cait’s cheeks as you gingerly cupped them. She smiled down at you, hands coming to rest on your hips once again, rubbing circles into your skin, her eyes full of love. “I love you.”

Cait smiled at you. “I love you, too.”

[trinityobsessesovatings]

yall i’m writing that lil headcanon viral tiktok thing AS WE SPEAK!

and it’s gonna arcane up first!

[peachtvs]

CAITVI SESBIAN LEX GUYS SESBIAN LEX

[meganegatari]

my fav art of her yall...

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[roastedoatmilk]

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”

[fleurvi]

Big Chested S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with big titty gfs

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader, big chested!reader, titty play, titty sucking, marking (vi), titty slapping (grayson), strap on sex (grayson, sevika)

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Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa cannot keep her hands to herself. She had invited you to soak in the bath with her and cleared the attendants and guards from the room when you first entered, leaving the two of you alone. You're sitting between her legs with your head against her chest.

Within minutes, her hands reach around to your chest. She squeezes roughly; she treasures you, but you're a grown woman and can take some rough handling.

“Touch yourself for me”, she all but orders, and you listen, hand slipping beneath the warm water to play with your slit while she gropes your tits and rolls your nipples between her fingers. “Does that feel good?”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

DIABOLICAL ORAL FIXATION.

Cait finally comes to bed and finds you lying awake with a book. “You didn't have to wait for me,” she says, crawling over to your lap instead of her own side of the bed.

“I'll always wait for you, you know that”, you sigh in response. She pulls you into a kiss to show appreciation before trailing her lips down your neck and collarbone. When she gets to your chest, She lifts her head to look you in the eyes before leaning down again to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. She presses a finger to your hole as she pulls away from your chest.

“Can I touch you while I suck on these gorgeous tits?” she asks, smile splitting into a grin as she lowers her head back down.

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Grayson

She likes to watch them bounce as you ride her strap.

“Yeah, just like that”, she grunts as you bounce on the toy. She calls it training. She knows it's not right to engage with a subordinate in this way, but when you make such a pretty picture to look at, who is she to deny herself? She's not making eye contact with you though, focused on your chest in her face. When you slow down a little, thighs burning with the ache of riding, she brings a hand up to harshly slap them. “Why are you slowing down? I'm not finished with your training,” she says, hands gripping your hips to assist you in gaining back your pace. “If you keep up just like that, I'll give you a reward.”

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Mel Medarda

Mel asks you to model topless for her so she can paint you. You have to get her back on course multiple times because she keeps getting distracted by your tits.

“I thought you were a woman of composure”, you tease as she gets caught staring again. She rolls her eyes in response.

“I've been finished for five minutes; I just wanted extra time to stare at them,” Mel says matter of factly. You get up from where you've been posing, engulfing her in a back hug as you examine her artwork. It's impressive. She paints you in such a sensual light. Your hands drop from her hips to her thighs. “While I was painting your chest, I was thinking about having them as my next canvas.”

“Yeah? If you show me how much you like them, I'll think about it,” you say as she turns in your arms, ready to walk you over to her bed and worship your chest with her mouth.

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Sevika

Sevika likes to feel them rub against yours as she fucks you nice and deep. She thrusts her hips, grinding her cock inside you. You'd been begging for her to get the strap and fuck you, and now that she's inside, you're a drooling mess. She's completely covering you, pressing her muscular body on top of yours. The way your sensitive nipples rub against her chest as she rocks against you makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Skin-on-skin contact is Sevika's weakness.

Sevika has a very short list of things that get her going, and your tits are top of that list.

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Vi

After a rough fight, Vi will find an empty room, back you up against the wall and let out all her pent-up energy on your tits. She loves to leave marks, decorating your chest with hickies and bite marks. She's enthusiastic, letting her actions tell you how she feels. She's desperate with how her tongue drags along your skin, and her teeth sink in. Her mouth is too occupied to speak, but you can hear the curses she grits out between biting and sucking on your precious skin. She's also a proud woman, and knowing you have her marks on you fuels her to do more. Your boobs are the perfect destresser for her.

“Fuck, look at you”, she growls, admiring her dirty work. “Always so fucking pretty.”

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Thank you so much for requesting, I'm so abnormal about the arcane ladies, I need to write more for them. I hope you enjoyed!!

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving them hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse Ver.!

— VIKTOR

He is a mix of bashful and pleased. When you kiss and nip at his neck, he goes still, cheeks flushed as a soft, breathy chuckle escapes.

"You...really like marking me, don't you?" He tries to act unfazed, but when he looks in a mirror later and spots the darkening bruise, his fingers ghost over it.

He'd cover it with a scarf or high collar in public but secretly loves that you left your mark. It's a rare indulgence that makes him feel wanted.

— JAYCE

He leans into it and lets you do whatever you want, practically purring under your touch.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kiss him.

He flaunts the marks with pride. If someone notices, he grins wider. "Oh, that? Yeah, my partner's got good aim."

— MEL

She doesn't stop you; she tilts her head to give you better access, enjoying the sensation as your lips press against her golden skin.

"Careful, darling," she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "You'll leave evidence of your affection."

She wears her hickeys like jewelry, unbothered by anyone's reactions, because who would dare question her?

— VI

She pretends to complain. She'll huff as your teeth scrape her skin, but she's grinning the whole time.

"Really? You're leaving me looking like I lost a fight?" She teases but tilts her head anyway.

She wears the marks like trophies. "Yeah, my partner did that. What about it?" If someone stares too long, they might catch her smirking.

— CAITLYN

She gets flustered. She tries to keep her composure as you kiss along her neck, but her blush gives her away.

"Are you... trying to make this harder to hide?" She scolds, though her voice is shaky.

Later, she's wearing a high collar. When Vi notices and teases her, Caitlyn glares but secretly feels proud.

— AMBESSA

She chuckles lowly, utterly amused by your boldness. She lets you have your way, resting a heavy hand on your back.

"Is this your way of staking a claim?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her neck for better access.

She wears the marks unapologetically, daring anyone to comment. She admires your daring streak and rewards you for it later.

— SILCO

His sharp intake of breath is the only indication you've caught him off guard. He doesn't stop you, but his hand tightens on your hip.

"Bold," he mutters, his gravelly voice filled with amusement. "Do you think this will deter anyone?"

He hides the marks beneath his collar but touches them absently, conflicted between annoyance and smug satisfaction.

— VANDER

He laughs softly, a warm rumble from deep in his chest as you leave your mark on him.

"You're enjoying this a little too much," he teases, cupping your face to kiss you.

He's not embarrassed about the marks and won't bother covering them. If someone comments, he just grins. "What can I say? My partner's passionate."

— SEVIKA

She smirks, tugging you closer as your lips graze her neck.

"Careful, sweetheart," she growls softly. "I might start thinking you're obsessed with me."

She doesn't cover the marks, wearing them like a badge of honor. If anyone so much as raises an eyebrow, she gives them a warning glare.

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CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.

older gf!cait's punishment for you. she makes you work for it. milf!cait lets you ride her nipple. getting you worked up. her fingers reach all the right places. overstimulation & praise & cunt slapping. make her cum and she'll think about touching you later. she traps you. taking her strap. getting her upset, so now she has to fuck you over her desk. she's got you tied up ft. teasing & cunt slaps. her nighttime book got boring.

VI.

letting her pretty gf grind on her and let her grope her tits. mutual masturbation but you guys can't help touching each other. tit sucking & thigh grinding & fingering. she's a moaner. using her fingers. she's not done yet. fingering you while she uses a vibe on herself. you treat her good ft. fingering & cunt slapping. she loves missionary. tempo.

SEVIKA.

she takes it slow with you. she doesn't need to get up for air. big mama. reverse cowgirl. messy makeout. letting her rest after a hard day. strap so good she makes you cream on her. keeping you down. tribbing with sevi. she can be sweet. making you squirt on her strap.

JINX.

she loves to sit on your face. playing with your tits. making you dumb on her strap. shes's obsessed with you. she was being a brat, so you put her in her place. grinding and vibe. she's giddy. putting a plug in her and denying her. the only time she'll ever shut up.

MEL MEDARDA.

strapping her for the first time. sharing a double ended dildo. tribbing. she fucks you and looks good while doing so. prettiest pussy ever. she's been busy with the council lately, but she makes it up to you. making a mess. reminding you who makes you feel this good.

ABBY ANDERSON.

you guys are at it all night. she loves to eat. she loves you so much. you missed each other. riding your face ft. choking & tit play. grinding and feeling up on each other. bouncing back on it. tribbing with abs. she finally has her room to herself. you're not running from it. ass groping. she couldn't wait to get her hands on you.

ELLIE WILLIAMS.

mornings with her. pt2. taking what you want. what she sends you when she's desperate. she loves making you guys kiss. she's a squirter. distracting streamer!ellie. she's a finger banger ft. tit sucking. going on a picnic. maintaining eye contact. tasting yourself on her fingers. she loves having a pretty girl on top of her. you promise gamer!ellie that if she wins you'll let her cum. intimate moments.

CHLOE PRICE.

she's high and all she wants to do is munch . . . on you. hope you guys don't get caught in the woods. fingering you while she's driving. you're supposed to stay quiet. you and her have an agreement. the movie got boring. you don't have any money, so you'll have to repay dealer!chloe some other way. the house is empty.

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⋆｡𖦹°‧★Jayce_______________________________

ᯓSize difference

ᯓTaking a seat

ᯓGrabbing your hair

ᯓSquirting

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Viktor_______________________________

ᯓMunch

ᯓPleasing you with his mouth and fingers

ᯓHelping him through his pain

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Silco________________________________

ᯓRewards

ᯓUsing Brothelworker!reader

ᯓMaking use of his tie

ᯓUsing your mouth

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Vi___________________________________

ᯓRiding for her

ᯓShe loves to tease

ᯓTaking you from the back

ᯓYearns to please

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Jinx_________________________________

ᯓFast fingers

ᯓShe loves pushing you to your limits

ᯓLoves to get on top

ᯓWorks her tongue perfectly

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Ekko________________________________

ᯓWet and dripping

ᯓSticky

ᯓUsing his tongue

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Vander______________________________

ᯓFilling you up

ᯓLoves carrying his good girl

ᯓRewarding his favourite waitress

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Caitlyn______________________________

ᯓEating her up

ᯓ"Just friends"

ᯓRiding her

ᯓPounding you into her royal bed

[kirammansbow]

The way isha shoots the bad hallucinations

[rinstrumental]

no matter how good they look in uniform

[diorkittys]

somethin’ sweet before i go ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ vi + fem!reader

synopsis : when your arrest turns out to be an attractive, arrogant zaunite who’s, obviously, had a bad night, there’s one thing she asks for before being turned in. c’mon, can’t you give her something sweet before handing her to a cold cell?

—TW : kinda hate fucking , fingering , dom!vi , afab , post jinx attack

“hey, princess, any chance you’re sweet enough to loosen these up a bit?” your pinkette prisoner grunts, rolling a kink out her neck.

your expression is nothing short of unimpressed for the taunting games your newest problem has come up with. glaring up from your paperwork, you bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, “quit with the pet names—do you find your situation funny?” you turn around to face the arrogant zaunite, cuffed hands extended behind her back. you found it rather annoying how nonchalant she was—or worst, she found this amusing. “you are being detained for assault,” you continue, “that’s a night in jail, ‘sweet stuff.’” mocking her previous taunt.

she just scoffed, but it was far from being insulted. a sly smirk and dangerous blue eyes peaking beneath cherry strands looked up at you.

“ya’ think i’m sweet, princess?”

you hear the familiar clanking of metal rubbing against each other, bringing attention to her restraints.

“undo the cuffs and i’ll treat you sweet all nigh-“ her prurient statement cut off by the force of your forearm knocking into her chest, subsequently shoving her against the wall.

“you forget yourself, trencher,” your arm jabs in the smug, although rather charming (and quite attractive), outlaw’s chest, and her eye twitches in a wince. “you’re in my territory now—it’d suit you well to not make a fool of me; i’m sure you’ve been taught the same in that… mess of a city across the bridge.”

your tongue held venom as you almost seemingly spat out the insult like it was truly sickening to speak of. there’s an unspoken challenge being held between the both of your glares. you tack on a huff from your flared nostrils to seal the conversation and to warn the zaunite in front of you from talking back.

but as the tense silence subsides, the cherry-haired woman draws out a teasing smirk, scoffing again, “ever been to the undercity, sweet-cheeks?”

her question seemed more rhetorical than anything. you didn’t answer, clenching your jaw, keeping your eyes fixated on hers as to not give a look of submission. she took your quietness as a ‘no’ and raised a brow,

“thought so.”

she leaned her head in closer, as close as your arm would allow—although, there wasn’t much distance to set you apart anyways. her eyes lidded now as your confidence wavered from the almost predatory air hung around her; like when a lion, hidden in the tall grass, gets a perfect angle of their prey.

“they’d eat that pretty, little ass up as soon as you stepped foot beyond that bridge.”

you gasped, quietly, eyes widened at her obscene words. you could already feel your body betraying you, blood involuntarily heating up the plump of your cheeks.

the arm held sturdy against your prisoner was now weak, a second thought; not to her, no, that was accordingly.

calloused hands snaked their way to your waist, armored with enforcer gold, a symbol of integrity to wear, resolute.

your eyes flicked to the (god, she is attractive) woman near inches away; you were trapped in a lion’s den, she was already staring back at you.

“how di—when did you…”

so much for standing your ground—your stuttering voice gave it all away.

“what? get those things off?” she chuckled, motioning back behind her, “you were right ‘bout one thing, princess: i learned a whole deal in that ‘mess of a city’.”

she near whispered your quote, not hushed, but emphasized, troublingly so. her hands wandered, dangerously, coming to settle at the plush of your hips, hips that had you bent atop her. a deft thumb pushed pass your attire and gently circled into your bare skin.

“are you… are you gonna hurt me?” you pressed your lips in a fine line, apprehensively awaiting a dreaded answer.

but to your surprise, she paused, then snorted, and in a quick motion, she manhandled you to sit on her lap. you yelped in shock, your hands were rigid against her chest that you were so very close to now; stiff as a board as you feared for the worst.

“can’t a girl want somethin’ sweet before you send me to a cold, hard cell, huh?” now the finger in charge of exploring your supple skin came to swipe at your plush bottom lip. “but if you want it to hurt i can make that happen too.” her voice was sultry, thick with an insatiable desire.

your proximity gave you a chance to see the small initial tattooed on her cheek, “vi.” you spoke out loud, really only for you to memorize.

vi smirked, “yeah, princess? don’t wear it out just yet.”

your brows furrowed, pursing your lips; you tried to move, but vi had a firm hold on your hips that just wouldn’t let up… (not that you even tried that hard). “piltover station will be here soon… we can’t—i can’t be seen like this; this is unprofessional.”

“when’d you make that call?” honestly, vi was barely listening to your reluctance and excuses, busying herself with unfastening your gold belt that you hardly even noticed.

“an hour ago.”

“then we have an hour to ourselves. c’mon, do you really think ‘proper piltover station’ is any more worried about a call for an undercity scum than the rest of the hundred they receive a day? they’re preoccupied with the councilors after that attack… seems to me like they left you out the loop, hot stuff.”

you took offense to her insulting jab at your importance, disregarding her sing-song mockery of addressing piltover station. you reached for her wrist that was unbuttoning the blue fabric of your enforcer two-split skirt, “what is that supposed to mean?”

she took no notice to your grip and pushed aside the outer garment, glancing back up at you through that addictive, crimson hair. she gave a dry smirk, “didn’t mean to rile you up, princess—just meant that i could treat you better than them.”

that betraying flush tickled your cheeks once again, and you, rather hesitantly, let way of your grasp, allowing her to do what she needs.

she snorted, in an amused manner, tapping your thigh, “sit up.” how shameful it was for you, an enforcer, to take commands from anyone else—let alone an… undersider. yet, here you were, standing upright as she told you to, albeit a little more eager than intended; you hoped she hadn’t noticed.

she noticed.

her legs spread out on the chair, making her appear even larger than her stature gave her credit for. she bent over, resting her elbows on her thighs as she pulled at the hem of your khaki shorts. you assisted and looped two thumbs at the waistband to shimmy down your legs. your shorts pooled at your feet and vi leaned back to admire the sexy sight she had in front of her with a grin on her face.

a pretty enforcer, nervous as can be, with a half-undone uniform and pink, lace panties exposed just for her. what a contrasting view. you were captivating. already trained to take orders like a puppy, she’d think in her crude mind; you’d be her good girl for a while, you’d be so good for her.

with two fingers, she motioned for you to come sit back down on her lap; the way her legs manspread was inviting enough. you obliged, holding onto her broad shoulders.

those engrossing fingers came back to handle your hips, slowly moving to cup the mound of your ass and kneading. you huffed, painted nails digging into her trapezius.

“ya’ like pink, princess?” she mentioned your cute, lacey panties; although, now stained a darker shade.

your eyes flickered up to her hair before timidly searching anywhere else to keep your focus busy. vi found that cute, not admitting that that turned her on way more than it should.

“i don’t disdain it.” you purse your lips, “and quit calling me that.”

vi chuckled, “but you’re poised, like a princess.”

“you have no idea of me.”

“well, i know you’re risking your title just so i can get you off,” fingers go to trace the hem of your panties, her middle drags along your clit muffled by the fabric. she grins, “and by the looks of it, you’re enjoying the thrill.”

you gasp at the sensation, a feeling your pussy was aching for. “is it because you know we might get caught? geez, princess, you into that kind of thing?” she almost laughs at you, but not to mock you; she finds that hot as fuck.

adept hands push the annoying polyester to the side. fingers, rather spider-like, creep over your throbbing cunt; middle and index gather your pooling slick to act as lube as she glides over your clit.

you bite your lip to suppress a moan. you find your legs begin to tremble, being forced open by her own, keeping you spread for her to do as she likes.

“i didn’t know topsiders could be so dirty.” this time she does laugh. she rubs at your clit long enough for your heart rate to pick up, long enough for your head to find stability on her shoulder, long enough for you to become a mess in her hands… but, not long enough for you to get off just yet.

vi reaches down to your neglected hole, pressing her index atop it, deep enough for an audible squelch to echo through your office, which in turn makes vi groan. you mewl, nails digging deeper into the muscle of her back.

“not so poised now, though.” she mutters, mostly to herself. with your dripping slick, it takes nothing more than a swift movement for vi to slide her index inside you, bottoming out knuckles deep. you keen, arching off her chest. the scratch from her bandages only added fuel to the fire.

“fuck.” vi’s grip on your hip strengthens, almost certainly leaving a prominent bruise later. “do that for me again, princess.”

and she didn’t have to ask because as she pulls her finger almost fully out, tantalizingly slow, she greedily shoves it right back in, curling the tip of it to hit in that, god, that perfect spot you know so well.

and, again, you keen, long and guttural—like a silent scream. subconsciously, your pelvis bucks into her hand, searching for more than you could even take.

after a few minutes of this, vi deems herself your voice and determines you’re ready for two. she pulls out entirely, much to your dismay, teasing you with a pause.

you brace yourself for something that never comes, and you huff, slightly pushing yourself up off her shoulder,

“vi… don’t st—“

and she stuffs her middle and index into your pretty, impatient pussy.

“ah!”

“who said i was stopping, pumpkin? we just started.” you slam your head back to its assigned spot.

vi thought she was right in this moment: you looked a complete and utter mess. it was one thing to fuck a pretty girl, it was another thing that she had a topsider, an officer—someone who, to piltover, was a woman of dignity and honor… a rich, privileged somebody who hated zaunites, found them filthy and worthless…hunched over her shoulder with a sopping cunt you were practically begging her to abuse. now that’s ironic. (and was you coming undone for her maybe a little bit of a victory for her hatred of topside, that she was degrading—fucking someone so noble?)

“shit, baby,” vi cursed, biting her lip. her whole train of thought did nothing but make her more horny, and she pumped extra hard this time, making sure even the graze of her knuckle filled you up.

“when’s the last time someone’s fucked you like this?” she chuckled—you hated her smug little laugh.

you sneered, just not before you moaned into the crook of her neck, breath fanning over her black-inked tattoos. “that’s, fuck, none of your concern, underside.” you spat, but, really, your words held no weight, not like this.

“hey, no need for the name calling, princess; if you’re a virgin too that’s totally fine—honestly kinda hot.” she teased, grabbing the mound of your ass to raise you up and slam back down on her fingers. you cried, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in that (rememberable) cherry hair.

“i’m not!—i’ve had—ugh! i’ve done this plenty of times… not that, ah, you should need to know.”

“oh yeah? you fuck a lot of your inmates then?… or is that just my privilege?” vi leaned into your ear, knowing that’d get you going. and what do you know? it did.

and you would’ve argued back, head picked up and everything, had she not curled her fingers the way she did or twist to find an ever better playing field or, god! even the lechery in her voice had you toppling over, had you right there! yes, fuck, right there!

“fuck, vi, right there! keep going! yeah, right there, ugh!” you moaned, legs shaking, trying desperately to close and hide away from how fucking good this felt.

you bucked into her hand and you didn’t have to tell vi twice because she was already pumping extra hard and faster than before, with a combination of her thumb rubbing circles into your swollen clit.

“shit, princess. almost there?” she already knew the answer. she was groaning as if she was fucking herself; just the pure sight of you, of this, was enough… although, she’d need to engrave this memory into her brain and use it later to get off herself (she could use this picture of you to get off for years it felt like).

“vi!”

you sang like gospel, pulling her hair like you’d fall if you hadn’t. you came hard, right on her bandaged fingers and she road you through it until the only thing you could hear in the room was the lewd, wet noises coming from your hole.

she stuffed you full of your own juices and at that point, you couldn’t tell if that or her hands were more filling.

you were both panting, one more than the other. vi hoisted your left leg over hers to hold you bridal style as you settled down. bringing her hand to the light, she pulled apart her middle and index to watch your slick web between them and she weakly laughed.

blue eyes looked over to the gold, industrial clock you had sitting on your work-desk, reading a quarter til’ 12. she sighed, picking you up with her before setting you on the chair you had originally handcuffed her to.

“looks like i gotta go, princess.” she feigned innocent, as if this whole interaction was a drive by. one by one she picked up discarded clothing and crouched at your legs to dress you back up. you, too tired to protest to being treated like a child, let her dress you like a doll, even buckling up your belt.

you watched as she went to write something on a piece of sticky note paper you had sitting by your confidential files before turning to walk out the door, running a hand through her hair.

“you can’t leave—you’re… you’re under arrest.” there was no confidence in your tone, just a fucked out raspy voice.

vi stopped before leaving, hands in her pockets, “tell ‘em officer kiramann already came to pick me up, they won’t give you trouble.” she threw the hood of her red jacket over her head, reaching for the doorknob.

“oh, and… meet me at my place if you wanna do this again… okay, princess?”

[jinxvex]

♱ dom, sub, or switch? ft. sevika, vi, jinx, caitlyn, mel, ellie, and abby. ♱

syp. headcanons on whether they would dom, sub, or switch + how they’d do it.

cw: nsfw content!!, degradation, praise, dirty talk, teasing, mocking, dumbification, cursing (obv), daddy/mommy kink, mentions of tying up/gagging, strap-on sex, fingering, cunnilingus, handcuffs, slapping, spanking, pet names (baby, babe, doll, hon, toots, darling, pretty girl, etc.), mentions of soft sex/morning sex, breeding kink, possessive behavior, punishments, hair-pulling, tribbing, mentions of gunplay/knifeplay, just rough and nasty shit!! (+ more...)

disclaimer: this is just my opinion! (and maybe self-indulgent)

sevika: a mean service dom!! (subs very rarely)

♱ she loves to tease/mock/make fun of you during sex! it’s all love though, she knows you enjoy it.

♱ ex. of her teasing/mocking you: "you sound like a fuckin' porn star when you moan like that..." + "fuck, doll. you're suckin' me in that needy pussy. don't need any lube when you're already dripping all over the fuckin' sheets you slut."

♱ dirty talks you as though you’re just a slut that she’s using for her pleasure but her actions are the complete opposite of that! she thoroughly enjoys making you feel good in the way you want to!

♱ brat tamer! sevika will bend that ass over TRUST.

♱ if you like praise, she’s in your ear like, “yeah, baby. you like that shit, huh? makin’ those pretty noises for me.” + “love touchin’ on this wet fuckin’ pussy.”

♱ if you like degradation, she goes crazy. teasing you and belittling you makes her cunt throb, “look at you. you like getting fucked like a whore? fuckin’ pathetic.” + “jus’ wanna get fucked dumb, don’t you? brain gets real empty when you’re full of dick.”

♱ i’ve said this before but she prefers giving over receiving and being the one to make you fall apart. although she won’t deny you giving her pleasure as well, she just doesn’t prefer it.

♱ sevika likes strapping! no, she LOVES strapping. it makes her feel masculine in all the best ways and anything that makes you feel good, she LOVES!

♱ has a thing for titles during sex! or just you saying her name! do with that information what you will...

♱ if she were to sub, she’d lowkey be embarrassed and quiet compared to her talkative nature when she doms (lol).

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vi: a switch with a SLIGHT preference for domming.

(soft service dom + obedient service(y) sub)

♱ vi has some similarities in the way sevika doms but vi is definitely less mean and prefers to praise you and lowkey baby you (unless you want to be degraded!) she just wants you to feel good + will do anything to achieve that.

♱ she likes using the strap but prefers to use her hands and mouth to make you cum. she loves seeing you cream, gush, & squirt up close.

♱ she NEEDS to see how good she makes you feel and will even ask/beg you to tell her, “c’mon baby, tell daddy how good she’s making you feel? need to hear you, sweetheart.” + “lemme hear you, please.”

♱ + yes!! she likes being called daddy (idc!!) but in a submissive context as well as when she doms. she loves it when you’re mocking her while you fuck her like, “aww. am i making daddy feel good?” and she’s like “fuck yeah, babe. gonna make me fuckin' cum.”

♱ vi likes her wrists cuffed and mouth tied when she’s getting fucked into the mattress + she loves the strap being used on her!!

♱ she just wants to be good for you! praise her! tell her she’s doing good!

♱ vi enjoys letting you stuff her face in your cunt and she likes it when you use her for your pleasure + also enjoys when you pin her down so she has no choice but to let you give her the sloppiest, messiest head imaginable, “oh fuck!! s-shit fuuuuck. right t-there”

♱ tribbing/scissoring with her is like pure heaven! nobody’s even subbing or domming in those moments, just pure desire, need. the feeling of your cunt on hers, the filthy wet noises, and your face make her cum so fast.

♱ chronic lover-girl through and through!! she’s always telling you how much she loves you when she’s in it (or when you’re in it), “love you so much, so perfect f’me, baby.” + “love you! feels s-so good”

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jinx: a switch with a preference for subbing.

(bratty sub + playful mean-ish dom)

♱ jinx is the type to be sassy/bratty during sex whether she's domming or subbing! she's definitely always pulling your hips/hands towards her so you can fuck her deeper and she's so mean about it, "ughhh, toots, deeper! moreee!! you're not fucking me hard enough!"

♱ she always has that needy 'fuck me' look on her face--eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossed over as she bites her lower lip and tries to seduce you into doing whatever she wants. it works too.

♱ she gets carried away with the dirty talk. i mean CARRIED AWAY, "d'ya like the way my pussy feels against yours, baby? how wet 'n creamy i am? 'm all riled up for you, hon." + "wanna fuck ya next, make you gush all over 'n mess shit up!"

♱ wants to be put in her place deep down...

♱ jinx also loves soft sex; the feeling of you gently pinning her legs in the air when you both wake up in the morning and making out with her cunt + she's a head pusher LOL! as kinky as she is, it's your softness and willingness to please her that makes her truly feel good.

♱ a feen for sloppy sex. she loves it all and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty if it means she gets to get off and have fun! she'll have your fingers all pruned up and your mouth dripping wet by the time she's done with you.

♱ she likes to be marked up and claimed + will also mark you up so everybody knows you're hers.

♱ gunplay/knifeplay enthusiast.

♱ jinx loves it when you tell her how perfect 'n pretty she is when she's subbing... when she's domming, however... she's real mean!

♱ sits on your face and holds your head where her cunt is, "keep lickin', sweetness, don't stop until i cum! or else i'll have to hurt cha!"

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caitlyn: a switch with no preference.

(soft-ish mommy dom + soft/obedient sub)

♱ caitlyn gives mommy dom because she definitely has specific rules for when you can touch yourself (if you're even allowed to) and she's big on manners and politeness. she wants you to be the best girl you can be and will reward you for doing so.

♱ she likes it when you call her mommy in and out of bed, only in private though.

♱ her definition of a 'reward' is plunging her long, thin fingers into your tight wet cunt as she rests her back against the headboard. your upper back is mirroring hers as it rests against her stomach and your lower back pressed plush up against her clothed pussy, "fuck, darling. you're such a little minx, being so good lately. you knew mommy would do this to you, didn't you?" + "good girl. you deserve this," she whispers into your ear as her fingers reach inside you, as deep as they can go.

♱ the type of dom to pick your clothes, shoes, and make-up out for you before special events; especially at fancy dinners and 'n rich piltover people shit. she wants everyone to see that you're hers; that she's got yet another thing for others to be jealous of.

♱ she hates to have to punish you! but she will! let's say you copped an attitude or got needy at one of those important fancy events... that soft mommy dom role that you know and love would come crashing down so fast. rather than comforting whispers of "good girl" near your ears, you hear "you've been such a bad girl. i've got to punish you now, love, i'm sorry." + "but, hey... it'll be over soon. maybe next time you'll think about being such a misbehaving little whore.”

♱ as punishment, she puts her strap on you and forces you to watch her ass jiggle and thighs shake as she bounces on the faux cock in reverse cowgirl. if you even think about touching her, you're in for it.

♱ queen of spanking your ass and rubbing a soothing hand over it when she's done, profusely apologizing for causing you pain. but she had to do it! or else you'd never learn.

♱ when she subs for you, she's so loud. not talkative, but loud. her moans echo through her private chambers as you pleasure her.

♱ your name is on repeat when she subs!! she's always saying it.

♱ she likes when you pull her ponytail and slap her ass when you hit it from the back, she's verbal then-- always urging you to "mmm, pull harder, yes!! like t-that..." + "s-shit, please make me cum, p-please."

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mel: a controlling/power bottom sub.

♱ mel is the type of sub who has dom energy but channels that into being the most pleasure-seeking power bottom sub ever!! that doesn't mean she doesn't care about your pleasure, but she prefers receiving compared to giving when engaging in sex with you.

♱ she loves to grab at your ass when you're strapping her in missionary to force you to fuck into her deeper, harder, and faster, "more. give me more." + "are you going to fuck me? or slack off the entire time?"

♱ bratty asf!

♱ when you finally do put her in her place, she's speechless. you have her in doggy style, forcing her back into a painful arch as you manhandle her hips up and down on your strap--you unmoving as her warm walls slide smoothly along the thick ridges of the plastic dick. her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth forms a perfect O shape, "uh-uh-uhng fuck! mmph!" + "yes! yes! yes! f-fuck!"

♱ when you're eating her out, she's much like jinx, tangling her hands in your hair while grinding her messy cunt along your mouth.

♱ wants to be filled up. (chronic breeding kink)

♱ to add to that, mel ikes to roleplay as if she's forcing you to cum inside her, wrapping her legs around your waist, strong grip trapping you. her voice is dripping with desire, a need to be claimed--taken, "yes, my sweet. cum inside me. don't you fucking pull out."

♱ the times when she does touch you, she's looking deep into your eyes as she does so, needing to see the way she affects you.

♱ tribbing princess! she twerks her ass on your cunt like she's made for it, "yes, honey, i looove that... fucking cunt's so wet f'you, love."

♱ i have an inkling that mel likes being punished... she craves someone who will force her to take responsibility and accountability.

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abby: a MEAN ass hard dom. just plain mean.

♱ abby is EVIL. like the meanest on this list. she FUCKS. HARD.

♱ she doesn't like subbing, i fear! she likes receiving but not subbing.

♱ if you thought sevika was mean, you've got another thing coming if you don't think abby is much worse. the way she taunts and borderline bullies you when she fucks you is criminal (criminally hot).

♱ ex. of "taunts and borderline bullies you": "take it. take this shit. why you runnin', huh? you were beggin' me to fuck this fuckin' cunt just a second ago, right, slut? so you'd better suck it up and just take it." + "yeeeahh, you nasty little whore. takin' daddy's dick sooo well, babe." + "mm, fuck!! you need this dick. you need this fuckin' shit."

♱ daddy is what she wants to be called. plain and simple. if you slip up and accidentally call her abby when she's in it, she's pressing herself deeper inside of you, thrusting in you painfully, "what did you say, bitch? what did you fuckin' say?!" + "not my name, baby. 's daddy to you. daddy's the one who makes this pussy gush."

♱ will fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to keep eye contact with her regardless of whether it's her cock or her fingers drilling your hole.

♱ eye contact is important for her, she's slapping you across the face if you divert your eyes away from her own after she specifically ordered you not to, "the fuck?! told you to look at me, princess. look at me when i'm fucking you, kay?"

♱ slaps you! chokes you! gags you! ties you up!

♱ her tough facade slightly cracks when she gets lost in the way you're rolling your hips in a circle, clit rubbing against hers, "s-shit's gonna make me nut, baby." + "fuuuck! that pussy's perfect, babe."

♱ yes, she says "nut" when talking about cumming unironically. sue me.

♱ the thought of breeding you, getting you pregnant has her FERAL. the first time she heard you mutter a quiet "cum in me, daddy." had her hips stuttering for a second, eyes flashing with feelings of an almost primal instinct. the only thought that was running through her mind at that moment was ‘breed. breed. breed’, "f-fuckin' hell, angel. do you want daddy to cum in you? put a baby inside you?" + "wanna get you fuckin' pregnant. gonna fuck you until my cum is spilling out."

♱ CEO of daddy kink and rough, nasty sex.

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ellie: a switch with an unknown(?) preference.

(playful/chill dom + shy sub)

♱ ellie is a bit more laid back/chill when it comes to domming! she's not super big on punishments and rules and all that jazz (unless you asked her to be) and she enjoys you willingly submitting to her without having to do too much.

♱ an enjoyer of fun, and sometimes silly sex.

♱ she loves to talk to you and embarrass you a little bit! if you're noisy or audibly wet, you're not hearing the end of it from her, "daaamn, babe. you hear that? you hear that, huh? 's me making that pussy wet." + "you're so loud, baby, you like puttin' on a show, yeah?"

♱ (s)trap queen! she enjoys using it and having it used on her!

♱ she won't degrade you as much but she occasionally mixes it in with her usual praise, "fuck, pretty girl. you really are a slut but... just for me though, hmm?" + "you look so beautiful all exposed for me."

♱ ellie can get possessive when she's in it. she's always using "me" and "mine" to verbalize her claim on you.

♱ the best at fingering on this list...

♱ her favorite way to be dominated by you is when you flip her over and fuck her from the back. it's such a pretty sight; her bent over with her back arched fucking back on you while you pin her down, forcing her to just, take it.

♱ ellie likes it when you use her own words against her (from when she was dominant) and throw it in her face, "you hear that, ellie? you hear that little pussy getting wet for me, huh?" + "you're so loud, ellie. gonna wake up our neighbors."

♱ wants her ass slapped raw.

♱ she goes "uugh, uh, uh, ungnh, f-fuuck!!" when you fuck her. she gets very overwhelmed with how good she's feeling and blacks out.

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ignore the insane amount of tags...

[yameoto]

caitvi sandwich

wives returning from war

tw; dom!caitlyn, dom!vi, f!reader, double penetration, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyfucking, pussyeating, blowjobs, overstimulation, 3some, sex if it was a competitive sport. wc; 1.8k

you are all they can think about. all fucking day. it’s a wonder they could've waited this long, really, to get home and fuck their sweet, sweet darling. by the time the door opens, they’re ready to jump your skin.

“baby,” vi gasps, bulging arms winding tight around your waist and seizing you—lifting you into the air like you weigh nothing more than a china doll. she kisses you, hard. then kisses you again, and again, and again; peppering down your jaw to your neck to your collar. they’re sloppy in their haste, nuzzling into your throat with a hefty amount of neediness.

seriously. you haven’t even put down your tea, yet.

“stop hogging her.” caitlyn complains, as she collapses back onto the couch. she angles her head upwards, and caitlyn kiramman does not pout—but the gleam of her doe-eyes is uncharacteristically sulky.

vi spins you around, much to your disgruntled (though, secretly pleased), “hey!” before she delightedly turns to caitlyn, smirking. “don’t tell me you’re jealous, little ms. dignitary.”

caitlyn scowls.

“you aren't the only person who’s missed her, you know.” she grouses, and vi just grins. “spread your legs, cupcake.”

there’s a beat in which caitlyn wearily glares, like, really? you’re ordering me around? though she concedes, legs unfolding from their elegant cross to fall open, wide and inviting.

vi promptly plops you into caitlyn’s lap.

caitlyn gasps, pupils darkening in an instant as her knees jerk upwards. she grunts, out loud, when your thighs shift—unintentionally—against her bulge. that’s all it takes, before silk is getting torn of your shoulders by pale hands, and vi is tugging the skin of your nape between her teeth, exhaling shakily against your ear. so. they were clearly on edge.

“been thinkin’ bout you all day, princess.”

“understatement.” caitlyn hisses, hips canting upwards to grind shamelessly up against your groin. oh, gods. she’s getting harder by the minute. “i seem to remember your descriptions on the ride home, vividly.”

“what can I say? it got you all hot and bothered.”

“with nowhere to take care of it.”

you swallow, cheeks hot. “do i get a say in this?”

“no. “no.” two voices resound at once, almost unintelligible with the way vi is biting into your shoulder and caitlyn has begun to ravish the expanse of your tits, like they both won’t be pleased until you leave, bruised and marked to oblivion.

hands seize your hips, flipping you easily—back onto the couch. you can’t tell whose. especially when your eyelids squeeze shut the moment a palm cups your quickly slickening cunt, rubbing over your panties.

“hah..”

“fuck. been dreamin’ bout this sweet pussy all day.” vi murmurs, hungrily, nose dragging up the insides of your thighs. she marks her way in furious nips, getting sloppier and sloppier; desperate to tongue her way to the prize.

“ha.” caitlyn’s voice is drill, yet amused. your eyes fly open when your legs are wrenched apart by large, veined hands, and vi grins up at you from between your legs.

your tea, is now unceremoniously spilled all over the floor, porclein in pieces. all in the name of seizing vi’s pink head of hair and smushing her up against your quickly soddening pussy, whining in need. she winks, the asshole, yanking silken underwear down in clumsy movements, and then her rough hands are clamping, spreading you wide open. she’s being beckoned by the heady scent of your cunt; tantalisingly all-consuming. her mouth is watering.

listen. vi wants to work you up—wants to take her time, relish each and every drop that coats your folds in that thickening glisten. it’s just—fuck, princess. d’you have to smell so goddamn good?

“can you not be patient?” caitlyn husks, and annoyance has never sounded so fucking sexy. “i’m trying to enjoy the view.” her legs have slid, to fit over your shoulders, and when your eyes flutter upwards; you’re greeted with the underside of her cock. it arcs above your head, obscuring most of your vision, and it’s enough to draw a needy little whine out of you, hips jerking upwards—right into vi’s waiting mouth.

that’s how it goes. her tongue drags, hot and flat against your swelling, puffy clit, before exhaling into your cunt like a little fucking tease before she dives in.

“who’s fuckin’ pussy is this?” vi growls, mouthing feverishly, one hand pre-occupied with jerking herself, furiously off, whilst the other slides two fingers, stretching you generously open.

“ah-ah—mm—yours.. ow—!

“ours.” caitlyn corrects, twisting your nipple sharply, in reprimand. it’s hard for her to be too mad, when you nose into the wedge of her thighs, apologetically, your hips shaking the couch—like a kitten nuzzling against an outstretched knuckle.

her gaze lowers, black and blue; and your lips part; glossy, plush, and absolutely begging for it. caitlyn can’t resist—her dick sliding its way into your open mouth.

you take her tip like a greedy thing, lips wrapping round and tongue slicking underneath, arching up for more.

“shit, darling.” caitlyn gasps, entire body shuddering, all around you. it takes everything in her not to throat-fuck you right then and there, nails digging into the fabric of the armrest, eyes rolling backwards as you nurse on her cock.

vi laughs, pleased and breathy. each tremor thrums straight to your core. her tongue swirls, panting; hot and heavy, as she pumps her fingers ever deeper, burrowing into your pussy like a woman starved. there are slurping noises, because she’s a messy fucking eater and there’s nothing she loves more than having you smeared all over her chin, her nose, her cheeks—as long as she’s salivating into your pussy. the searing coil in the pits of your stomach winds, tighter and hotter like a spring, overheating.

you can feel vi’s lips curling upwards with every clench of your thighs—hips spasming—bucking heedlessly into tongue. she fucks your head empty. in fact, all you can do is moan into caitlyn’s cock, and that sends shocks of pleasure trembling up caitlyn’s length to her spine; unable to resist pumping herself, deeper, into the warm, wet heat of your throat.

all of sudden, vi thrusts another finger inside, just as her tongue drags upwards and mouth sucks, hard on your clit. she curls, knuckles pulsing against your tight, tight walls. caitlyn seems to approve, because her slow, treacherously-shaky motions begin to stutter into frenetic jerks, breathing harsh. overwhelmed, you let out a mangled croon—back arching off the couch—pinned down two ways, by the cock in your throat and the tongue in your cunt—and promptly cum all over vi’s face.

vi licks it all up. glances upwards from between your legs, smug and pussydrunk, cum dripping from her lips. she makes a show of swiping it with her tongue, though you’re too spoiled by the warm aftershocks of pleasure wracking your body to do too much about it. caitlyn is still fucking you, trying her damndest to remain in control, but her restraint is slipping with every trickle of white that rolls down vi’s throat, and the way you tug her dick deeper into your mouth, like you were made for it.

all you can do, for the moment, is attempt to catch your breath—chest rising and falling in shallow pants as you suck on caitlyn’s cock, suctioning her in, weakly. her hips rock, and in the fuzzy whiteness that’s throbbing your brain you almost don’t realise vi is lifting up off the couch and fisting her own cock in her hands, until your pussy is being splayed open and—ah—fuck!

“hush, baby.” vi coos, almost in awe at the way your pussy gapes, loosened by her fingers and her tongue and wet, wet, wet with her saliva, your pleasure. it yawns open. takes the thick length of her girth so easily. she fucks back into you, smooth and languid, gently tracing fingers up your hips. you’re trembling in overstimulation, sensitive, sore. they always seem to find a way to leave you like that.

“look at you. takin’ me and cait so well.”

look at you, indeed. the outline of vi’s cock pumps in you, along with caitlyn’s own; one raised against your abdomen, the other down your throat. it has the two of them almost dizzy with arousal. vi buries herself inside you—fucking your aching walls in loose, hot drags; biceps tense in fighting the urge to not roughly slam you balls-deep and fuck you into the couch, like some wild animal—lest you choke on caitlyn’s dick. speaking of—

“oh, darling.” caitlyn shudders, as her balls tighten and her thighs clamp down, around you. “i think i’m—ah—“

at the last second, caitlyn jerks herself out from your mouth and aims. her load shoots out—a thick, white arc that splatters against vi’s tits and streams down her torso. there’s a viscous, glossy streak down the line of your body—like a bucket of paint knocked over.

caitlyn pants. vi ceases her motions, momentarily. glancing down at the mess, glistening down the ridges of her abdomen—and then back up at the woman, thighs locked around your head.

she smirks, chest heaving, hips still working. “wow.”

“oh, shut up.” caitlyn slurs, slumping against the armrest of the couch, temporarily satiated. her cock drizzles weakly, as she pumps it lazily in her hand, watching vi fuck you, gentle and slow—hand curling into your hair. her dick twitches.

“next time, you’re swallowing.”

a drop of leftover cum beads, down her length, and splashes on your lip. your tongue drags out, and it’s with a deliberate little arch, you lick it into your mouth. two, twinning inhales; sharp, and shaky. vi’s hips stutter. caitlyn’s eyes meet yours, dark.

oh, you’re not getting a wink of sleep, tonight.