#caitlyn kiramman enjoyer

[carolzeronine]

If you see me being manipulated by a tall, blue eyed dark haired woman who is a dictator, an enforcer, and leader of the House Kiramman please don't help me i am exactly where im supposed to be thank you.

[vickillaman]

Pussy has led this poor girl to places she wouldn’t even go with a rifle

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE: TIDDIES OF PROGRESS: Caitlyn's 🧁🧁 in Season 2 (2024)

[leahdrawsstuff]

they can never make me hate you Caitlyn Kiramman. Girlboss girlfailure supreme. I support women’s wrongs and I love you

[dogpawsswapgod]

the way Maddie falls onto Caitlyn, her last words having been "I appreciated your warmth," only to have Cait's warmth be the last thing she likely felt as she died... what does that remind me of, oh yeah--

betrayal requires intimacy!

[hazelcallahan]

I am a decorated officer. Leader of House Kiramman. Address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut.

[plum-coke]

probably my best arcane edit >_<

[vi-arcanes-left-biceps]

Coming to terms with the fact that the things I did not like from Arcane S3 are mostly related to what was wanted and needed to be told following time and lore constraints. Or at least I think many things were.

I'd like to start by saying that I do not hate the ending or dislike it particularly. I think the series did pretty well with the resources they had and made very good visual and dialogue storytelling, even if I'd prefer things to be different. However, There was something that bugged me about it and I was not able to put it into words until I rested from the finale-induced-high and got away from silly discourse. This is my interpretation and reading of the story so you don't necessarily have to agree idk.

I feel like Vi's and Jinx's arcs were sort of uncoordinated, which while realistic, it feels kind of unsatisfying, at least to me.

Vi's fatal flaw is self-sacrificing for her loved ones, over and over again. Of course, her arc is about learning to choose herself, open herself to be taken care of and not be always the caretaker, and coming to terms with the fact that she just can't save everyone. The thing is she doesn't choose herself -she is forced to choose herself, two times, by Jinx. The tragedy is that she's unable to learn that lesson by herself and in the end she kind of doesn't. Jinx's sacrifice is what gives her a clean slate to begin again and be able to start from scartch, to finally let go of the past (loosing Vander and Powder again, this time, having a support system and a space to grieve and heal). So, I get that makes sense as a narrative and alligns with how the series had been constructed. I don't think it's bad, though as a storyteller/story enjoyer, I don't personally like unconditional love as the fatal flaw for a greek tragedy-like story.

Then, Jinx's arc is about her feeling that she ruins everything, and that she feels unable to do anything but destroy what she loves. She also needs to let go of years of guilt and emotional abuse. She begins to find herself and start having healthy relationships in S2 and particularly after meeting Isha. She sees herself reflected in her, understands her sister better, and both are able to make amends until tragedy strikes again and she re-lapses into seeing herself as a jinx. Her tragedy seems to be being unable to escape that destiny. And I use "seems" because she sees another way after speaking to Ekko: she's able to learn that there are more possibilities to who she can be and that her identity is not tied to causing pain - that she can create her own destiny.

So now let's go to the final chapter. By ep.9, Jinx is ready to try again and find her identity. She's ready to make peace with all that happened. She's ready to walk away from Vi, not out of pain and a sense of doom, but out of the knowledge that she cannot stay in Zaun/Piltover, she needs to walk away to be able to start again.

So this is what is unbalanced. Jinx was able to mature throughout the series, to see other options for herself, and to see them for her sister, too. Vi was unable to let go and had to be forced.

Jinx dying, from Vi's perspective, finished her personal tragedy. It closes the cycle of pain that she's been re-living the whole series, albeit with a very sad ending, and leaves a space for her to finally grieve for real. And it would also be a tragedy for Jinx, who was so close to recovering, to have an ending like this. She closes the story that she accidentally started with that bomb. Vi's fatal flaw, being unable to let go of Vander, causes the end of the cycle -just like Jinx's tragic 'curse' started it for the sisters. I get this interpretation and that it is somewhat poetic. That doesn't mean I like it, not as it was developed. S2 seemed to be going for a Jinx redemption and for freeing her of the destiny of losing her loved ones. Killing her off, then, seems very unsatisfying because I feel that if we were going for the tragedy angle, some more development would have been needed, and the time constraints did dirty to that narrative.

HOWEVER, and this is my interpretation of events, I think Jinx survived the final explosion and walked away on the blimp. I belive there are enough intentional clues to believe so, even if they do not want to confirm. I don't like the narrative of the suicidal character comitting suicide just after finding a reason to keep going.... I get the tragedy but I'm sorry but that's overdone and also unsatisfying to me given what had been shown so far! So this might be a cope, but bear with me and even if you don't believe she is, pretend she's alive.

Jinx surviving the explosion, from my point of view, is not only a very Jinx-like thing to do, it would allow her to both close the chapter and close her arc in a satisfying way, with her going away to a place where she is not tied to her history in Zaun (Silco's right arm, unwilling resistance symbol, searched criminal, sister to Vi) and she can start again. I'd love that ending for Jinx and I think that's what's happened -as there are many hints to see it.

BUT then, Vi is the one who did not move on. She wasn't given a chance to exit the cycle. She was forced to. She needed to lose Vander and her sister again -that I agree- to be able to grieve properly. But I can see an unbalance in Jinx re-gaining her agency and finally making a choice for herself, and Vi not getting the chance to do so. Realistic, yes, but sort of unsatisfying.

I'll elaborate -I'm not against the tragic angle per se, even if I'd liked to see Vi have more agency, I don't think she as a character was written as ready to grow to walk away (more runtine would have worked to do that, though) and it's cool that Jinx can be the one to protect her sister this once. But then, if Jinx is alive, is Vi really going to be able to grow from this? If she finds out Jinx is alive, would she not be unable to give her up? The cycle is not closed from her end. If the end of her arc is her losing Jinx forcefully, because she was unable to let go, with Jinx alive, and without a proper goodbye, her arc remains opened. That's what bugs me.

I understand lore-wise they probably can't kill off the champions (not definitevely) and Jinx and Vi need to be separate. From the little I know Jinx has more relationships with other champions so it also makes sense for the door to be open to her being alive and explore this in future series (hence providing clues that Jinx may have survived and not confirming it). But this, together with the season having little time to delve into many things that we had to infer, makes the ending of both of their arcs kinda weird and unbalanced. If it's a full greek tragedy ending, with Jinx dying, then her character progress feels cut short. If Jinx is alive, but they could not confirm it because it's not clear what will be done next in the series universe, Vi's arc remains unsatisfyingly open. They could not give a scene of the sisters saying goodbye because Vi was not ready not move on -they needed more screentime to deal with their relationship for that to work- and probably because they did not want a clear "Jinx is alive" ending.

I still think this is an amazing series, the ending is not disappointing despite this and I can understand why certain decisions were taken, but I would have loved for it to be slightly different, with more runtime and less lore constraints to the narrative.

[pureseasalt]

Arcane | The Whole World Was Ready to Return

(Posted on Youtube @/pureseasalt)

[reddy-bear]

Idk how people can even remotely sit here and act like Caitlyn's actions are justifiable or explained away simply with grief. The show spends so long reminding you that Caitlyn is a product of privilege. That privilege has convinced her that her pain is somehow unique and takes precedent (How many mothers die in Zaun every day? How many as a direct result from colleagues in her chosen occupation?).

In order to put your own pain over others you have to see them as fundamentally lesser than you. Which Caitlyn constantly does as she refers to them as animals and says things like "I thought you weren't like them!", and "It's her blood in your veins" all things directly laying out that Caitlyn sees the people of the undercity as lowly creatures that have something fundamentally wrong with them.

Grief explains her desire to stop Jinx. Discrimination explains her desire to use collective punishment and the disregard of innocents as collateral damage.

[vandersprodigy18]

every Look serves, face card NEVER declines

[get-caitjinxed]

Caitlyn, the cloak stays on during sex, Kiramman

My beloved ❤️

jinx: can i PLEASE see some titties!!! >:(

caitlyn: NO. the cloak stays ON during sex. and the shirt. and the pants. and the boots. and ESPECIALLY the gloves

[furiousdiana]

also:

If Jayce is seeing what they would look like in a parallel world where Viktor won because of his hexcorisation...

Then is this... is this meant to be mel? the image appears right when she's up in his face arguing with him.

that's... that's horrifying. plus she chased him off a cliff.

also... that's probably caitlyn. they're missing the same eye, and mel and caitlyn were together in their last moments.

Fucking hell, just when I think the worst timeline couldn’t get any more horrifying...

[bootycallin]

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ want me that top!

꩜ .ᐟ basically; caitlyn’s that kind of top…

cw; female reader. stráp usage (r! receiving). stráp referred to as côck bc. cait is MEANNN. brief mentions of edġíng. sweáring. pet names. degrádátion but also praișe lol. dírty talk. däcryphïlia if u squint. not proofread.

a/n; never wrote for caitlyn. please do excuse any shitty writing and ooc. anyways she’s so hot

NSFW UTC.

cait’s that mean kind of top. it’s not that she doesn’t want you feeling good! it’s the opposite. she wants you feeling good for so long you’re crying and writhing, begging for her to just let you cum.

yes, cait’s the type of top that edges you for her own enjoyment. next question.

cait, contrary to vi, is that type of top that loves straps. something about dicking you down, seeing your eyes roll—she knows it’s not her dick but damn, she can cum on fucking your pussy with that dildo if it comes down to it.

cait’s that type of top to say the nastiest shit with the sweetest tone of voice. yeah? you like that, mm? i know you do, baby. such a pretty little slut for me. her praise gives you mixed signals but she doesn’t stop, because she can feel your pussy twitch every time she calls you her slut.

cait’s that type of top that has surprising self control. she doesn’t get angry with brats and she doesn’t get jealous often, as a kiramman should. that doesn’t mean she won’t show you what happens when you’re a brat.

cait’s that type of top that gets what she wants. she’s always had it all on a silver platter and that isn’t changing now, not even when it comes to you.

cait’s that type of top that will take you anywhere. and i mean, anywhere.

cait’s that type of top that spoils you rotten. be it with clothes or making you cum. when you earn it, that is. yes, she will give you the most luxurious, expensive lingerie sets in piltover, if you agree to model for her. if you act good for her, i guarantee she will give you the best orgasms of your life. there’s nothing she likes more than to see you submit.

cait’s that type of top to be mean, but she has good intentions. she can’t help herself sometimes. you’re easy to poke and pick at when you’re under her, and you’re just so cute when you cry. she loves you, though. she swears. her good girl.

“what was that, baby?”

she was making fun of you. you were babbling incoherently, royal blue strap reminiscent of her own hair color plunging in and out of you, tip repeatedly kissing your cervix until you couldn’t think anymore.

“caiiittt…!” you whine out. she’s the only thing you can think of. pretty much any other words escape you as she fucks you, moaning and whining her name over and over and over again.

“hmm? yeah? you like that, huh?” she’s smirking. it’s so cute. you’re so cute, chest heaving with every moan and whine, tears pricking at your eyes at the sheer pressure on your womb. her pelvis repeatedly rubs and smacks against your clit, sharp little stings of pleasure to the puffy nub. not enough to cum, just enough to drive you to that edge and then away again. a constant swing of being at your limit and being pulled back by caitlyn.

“look at me.” she snaps suddenly, driving her cock deep into you, tip now practically smushed against your insides as she leans up against you, legs pushed up near your sides. she slings them over her shoulders, one hand holding your knee and the other grabbing your chin to make you look straight at her. her nails bite into the skin ever so slightly, a subtle reminder.

“c’mon. tell me how you like it, baby,” she grins, her movements suddenly continuing, but slower. methodical. she just rubs into you, just barely leaving an inch of space before going back in. her tip is massaging your uterus, you can feel it, and it almost feels like you’re about to explode.

“caitlyn!” you cried, legs trembling over her shoulders, “p-pleaseee…”

“please what?” she’s not letting you get the easy way out. no way. she’s panting, the heat coiling in her stomach growing the more she sees you beg and whine and cry her name. the rubber of the strap rubs against her own cunt, a delicious, excruciating continuous stimulus that she can’t help chasing.

“please… please fuck me, please… wanna cum, please let me—“

you’re cut off by a sharp smack of skin against skin as she suddenly thrusts full force into you. “good girl.” she nearly growls, adjusting her hold on your thighs, nearly folding you just to get the deepest angle she could. her thrusts grow more erratic, harder, and she grins at the little bulge that forms in your tummy every time she thrusts back into you.

you’re moaning so loud you might as well be screaming. god spare any maid in the kiramman estate from hearing you two. caitlyn has the decency to lean forward, kissing you open-mouthed and all, swallowing allll your moans into her own. you’re blubbering incoherently, tears making your eyes glassy—which just riles her up further.

“gonna!-“

“gonna cum, yeah? come on. cum for me, baby, you’ve earned it.”

she barely gets through her sentence, as you cum over her cock, earning her a chuckle as you paint her shaft a pretty milky white. your back arched and your head flopped back, moaning out a long whine of her name.

“yeah… that’s it. make a mess. you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? just let it all out.” she fucks you through all of your orgasm, picking up her pace a little just to see your juices gush onto her lower belly. she goes until she reaches her own orgasm. the friction driving her into a wave of pleasure that makes her nearly collapse over you.

she lets your thighs fall from her shoulders. her chest presses against yours, her movements halt inside you as she groans a curse into your neck, riding out her own high.

you both lay there for a minute or so, just catching your breath. she picks her head up, kissing your neck, up to your jaw, up to your lips.

“my flower,” she muttered, “so perfect. so good for me. i love you.”

cait’s that type of mean top… but not cruel. she’s gonna let you cum—eventually. she wants to see you cum. there’s nothing better than seeing you burst with pleasure because of her. but she’s not letting you do that, not until all you can think about is her, her, her<3

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[reaper2187]

Holiday special : Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The snowfall outside softly blanketed the streets of Piltover, muffling the usual hustle and bustle of the city. Inside Caitlyn Kiramman’s cozy apartment, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Boxes of ornaments and tangled strings of lights were scattered across the floor, a clear sign of the holiday spirit Caitlyn had wholeheartedly embraced. Y/N stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of bemusement and discomfort.

“Y/N, can you please pass me that garland?” Caitlyn’s voice was chipper, her hands deftly unraveling a string of fairy lights. She didn’t even look up from her task.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and gestured vaguely at the pile of decorations. “Which one is the garland?”

Caitlyn paused, her lips quirking into an amused smile. She glanced over her shoulder at Y/N, who stood awkwardly amidst the festive chaos. “The green one that looks like it’s made of pine needles.”

With a sigh, Y/N reached down, picking up the garland and holding it out like it might bite her. Caitlyn laughed softly as she took it from Y/N’s hands, her fingers brushing against the taller woman’s rougher ones.

“You’re really not into Christmas, are you?” Caitlyn asked, her tone light but curious.

Y/N shrugged, her stoic expression softening slightly as she glanced out the window at the falling snow. “Never really celebrated it. Just another day to me.”

Caitlyn’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with her usual determination. “Well, that just means I’ll have to make this one extra special. Maybe you’ll change your mind about the holidays.”

Y/N gave a noncommittal grunt, her eyes scanning the room. She’d always been more comfortable in the shadows, in the chaos of Zaun’s underbelly, or even in the heat of battle. This…this domesticity was foreign to her. But Caitlyn, with her infectious energy and warm smile, made it bearable—even enjoyable, though Y/N would never admit that out loud.

“Here, help me with the lights,” Caitlyn said, holding up a long strand of twinkling bulbs. “We’ll hang them around the window.”

Y/N hesitated but eventually took one end of the lights. Together, they worked in a comfortable silence, Caitlyn giving occasional instructions while Y/N did her best to follow them. Despite her initial reluctance, Y/N found herself getting drawn into the task. The lights cast a warm glow across the room, reflecting in Caitlyn’s bright blue eyes as she stepped back to admire their handiwork.

“Perfect,” Caitlyn said, a satisfied smile on her face.

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smirk. “Not bad.”

Caitlyn turned to face her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “See? You’re already getting into the spirit.”

Y/N snorted softly, her arms crossing over her broad chest. “Don’t push it, Kiramman.”

They continued decorating, Caitlyn’s cheerful chatter filling the room. Y/N found herself surprisingly at ease, her usual guarded demeanor slipping away in the warmth of Caitlyn’s presence. When they hung the ornaments on the tree, Caitlyn insisted on handing Y/N the most ridiculous ones, like a glitter-covered poro and a miniature cupcake. Y/N rolled her eyes but placed them on the tree without complaint, earning a delighted grin from Caitlyn.

As they worked, Caitlyn retrieved a small sprig of greenery with white berries tied with a red ribbon. She held it up, her smile mischievous. “And this,” she said, “is the finishing touch.”

Y/N tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s that?”

Caitlyn’s grin widened. “Mistletoe. It’s a holiday tradition. You hang it up, and if two people find themselves underneath it, they…well, they…”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “They what?”

Caitlyn hesitated, her cheeks tinged with a faint pink. “They…kiss,” she said softly, her eyes flickering to Y/N’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a rare moment of surprise breaking through her usually stoic expression. “Why?”

Caitlyn laughed, the sound light and melodic. “It’s just a tradition. It’s supposed to be romantic.”

Y/N’s gaze shifted to the mistletoe, then back to Caitlyn. Her mind worked quickly, processing the information. “So if someone’s under that thing, they’re expected to kiss whoever’s with them?”

“That’s the idea,” Caitlyn said, her voice a little quieter now, her cheeks growing pinker under Y/N’s steady gaze.

Y/N nodded slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Seems like a strange tradition.”

Caitlyn laughed again, nervously this time. She moved to hang the mistletoe above the doorway, stretching onto her toes. “It’s harmless fun,” she said, her voice slightly strained as she tried to reach.

Without a word, Y/N stepped forward, taking the mistletoe from Caitlyn’s hands. Their fingers brushed, and Caitlyn’s breath hitched. Y/N easily reached up and secured the sprig above the doorway, her height making the task effortless.

When she stepped back, she found Caitlyn standing directly beneath the mistletoe, looking up at her with a mixture of nervousness and something else Y/N couldn’t quite place.

“So, does that mean we’re supposed to…” Y/N trailed off, her voice unusually tentative.

Caitlyn’s eyes searched Y/N’s face, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Only if you want to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart thudded in her chest, a sensation she wasn’t accustomed to. She’d faced danger and death countless times without flinching, but standing here, under a sprig of mistletoe with Caitlyn Kiramman, she felt…uncertain.

Caitlyn stepped closer, her hand lightly brushing against Y/N’s arm. “It’s okay if you don’t,” she said, her voice gentle. “I just…I wanted you to feel included. To feel like you’re part of something.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, her usual stoicism giving way to something more vulnerable. She looked down at Caitlyn, her voice quiet but steady. “I already do.”

For a moment, they stood there, the room silent except for the faint hum of the fairy lights. Then, slowly, Y/N leaned down, her lips brushing softly against Caitlyn’s. The kiss was brief, almost hesitant, but it held a depth of emotion that words couldn’t convey.

When they pulled apart, Caitlyn’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with happiness. Y/N’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile, a rare sight that Caitlyn couldn’t help but admire.

“Maybe this holiday isn’t so bad,” Y/N said, her voice low but warm.

Caitlyn laughed softly, her hand slipping into Y/N’s. “I’ll make a Christmas lover out of you yet.”

Y/N chuckled, a sound that was both surprising and comforting. “Don’t push your luck.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, the two of them stood together, their hands entwined and the warmth of the season wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a sense of peace, a feeling of belonging she hadn’t known she’d been missing. And it was all thanks to Caitlyn and her relentless holiday spirit.

Happy holiday y'all. Hope you all had good holidays. Do leave a comment and if you guys have any requests do tell me. BYEEEEEEE

[doubleca5t]

Is Caitlyn Kiramman a Vriska?

My Homestuck enjoyer wife is offended at the meer suggestion so I'm going to say no