#caitlyn kirramman

[metrocat]

! ARCANE S2 SPOILERS !

S2 // E3 - FINALLY GOT THE NAME RIGHT (HELLFIRE)

[mayasaurusss]

Arcane masterlist

Arcane is not my blog's main focus, I mainly write for Yellowjackets. So here you will find mostly a set of laid back of scenarios and headcanons. Requests for the characters in the tags are open, but mind you to read my request rules first before making any. Enjoy!

This masterlist focuses more on female characters.

Jinx:

As cute as a trinket: insecure chubby reader. It fits you just right: trying lingerie for her. My favorite : taking reader's virginity. Give me one more: overstimulating reader. A helping hand: falling into a trap. Jinx with a Vatsaya reader

Nothing here yet...

Caitlyn Kirraman There's no glory in a club: 'secret encounters' with Caitlyin.

[violets-emotionalbreakdown]

I dont think Caitlyn has ever been taken in by Ambessa. I think she has distrusted her since Ambessa said her name. She knew it was some kind of trap. I think she is, as she so frequently does, trying to mitigate the situation the best she can. I think she's been looking for a way to get Ambessa out for a while. She finally sees someone she can trust to help her. They may have their beef but this shows that they still trust each other unequivocally.

i cant be online man arcane watchers are somehow the dumbest people alive watching a show that trusts its viewers to connect dots that arent explicitly explained to them

[yameoto]

yammmmmmmm!!!!

have u watched arcane…

i swear on oath with one hand on the holy bible that i have watched arcane s1 four times and currently crawling my way through arcane s2 as bound by the shackles of my family members

[spatialwave]

Jayce x Reader for the kiss prompts with the ‘kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex’ 👀 please please please

your wish is my command, hehe.

be quiet.

pairing: jayce talis x fem!reader word count: 957 tags: mdni! smut, shameless slut, pwp, vaginal sex, rough sex, choking, forceful kissing, reader is being way too loud lol. notes: an ask from this prompt list!!

You couldn’t help it, his cock was stretching you with every thrust and leaving your cunt aching for more. You rolled your hips against him, arms lifted above your head and pressed to the headboard as his name rolled off of your tongue.

“Be quiet,” he grunted, a large hand pinning your hip to the bed as he fucked you, huffing as he kept up a quick rhythm.

“Can’t,” you whined, “your cocks so big, I really can’t help it.”

You may have been overacting your coy behaviour, but it was true. Every thrust had you mewling in pleasure and it was near impossible to stifle the sounds.

It was a great compliment which stroked Jayce’s ego, but he still knew that fucking in the guest room that shared a wall with Caitlyn’s bedroom needed to be treaded carefully. Especially when the headboard was already thumping against it.

Your hands clawed at his chest, legs wrapped around his hips, “fuck me harder,” you whimpered.

“I said quiet,” Jayce groaned, leaning down and burying his face against your neck, lips and teeth dragging along the skin as his hips thrusted forward with a ruthless pace. The walls of your cunt felt so fucking good squeazing around his length, and he was doing his best to keep his own moans suppressed, but it wasn’t looking so good for either of you.

All he wanted was to sit upright on his knees and dirty talk you as he fucked you—watching the way you squirmed and would try to hide your face. Legs spread wide apart for him, his thumb circling your clit in a terrifyingly quick rhythm and watching your pussy take his big cock with no struggle like the good girl you were.

The best part? You could be as loud as you wanted, he could hear you scream his name until your throat was raw and fuck you until you were begging him to slow down.

But neither of you had that luxury as you were so graciously housed in the Kirramman house for a few nights.

You let out a sharp, loud moan when the head of his cock bruised your cervix—so deep you wanted to writhe away from his touch and treat the night like a game of cat and mouse.

Jayce was quick, lifting his head up from where he’d begun to litter your chest with love bites and capturing your lips into a heady kiss.

Immediately, your arms wrapped around his neck. Lips parting to give him access to your mouth, tongue gliding against yours and swallowing your moans.

“You like that?” He mumbled against your lips, tongue brushing against your teeth as he snaked a hand between your bodies and rubbed slowly at your swollen clit, his pace slowing.

You couldn’t answer back, lips and voice muffled by the way he assaulted your mouth with his tongue.

It was so fucking hot, almost hotter than the way his cock pushed in so deep you felt like you were being split open. Your thighs tightened around his hips, arms gliding up until you could grab his hair in a fistful, the other resting on the front of his throat.

“Yeah” you whined into his mouth pathetically.

Jayce snapped his hips harder once again, fucking you relentlessly as the bed shook. He had to take shallow thrusts, anything too forceful slammed loudly against the wall and risked someone hearing.

“I’ll be quiet,” you urged against his lips, attacking them and licking into his mouth to taste the remnants of a black spiced tea.

“You sure?” he whispered, eyes fluttering as his stomach twisted. Sweat had begun to build up on his forehead and the back of his neck, meanwhile the pillow princess herself laid back and began to play with her tits while he did all the work.

Jayce loved it.

“Mhm,” you hummed, cheeks burning hot as the thumb circling your clit did wonders to push you closer to the edge. You could feel the bundle of nerves getting sensitive with each passing second, little jolts of electricity making your pussy tighten so hard around his cock he had to whine into your mouth.

“Fine,” he muttered, lips trailing down your jaw and neck, “you make any more sounds and I’ll stop.”

You were obedient, chewing on your bottom lip fiercely to keep yourself from moaning. You even had to lift a hand, the back of it covering your lips as you met your boyfriend’s gaze.

His free hand had gripped the top of the headboard, tight enough the wood creaked as he looked down at you, admiring your beautiful fucked out face.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, “I’m gonna’ cum,” he whimpered against your skin, jaw clenching as his orgasm neared with each harsh snap of his hips, “gonna’ fill that pretty pussy.”

Your hand fell from your lips and you closed your eyes, lips forming into an ‘o’ shape as your own release crept up on you. Before you could stop it, his name was rolling off your tongue loudly and he was forced once more to press his lips to yours and place a hand at your throat, fingers pressing on each side of your windpipe.

”Sorry,” you breathed into his mouth, nails digging into his chest as his choking left you pleasantly dominated.

“No you aren’t,” he mumbled, tongue licking against yours as you both met your release together in near-silence. Blissfully ignoring the idea that Caitlyn could hear everything.

…She could.

[something-awful1]

the arcane fandom truly is the duality of man because you have the ones who take the show and it's characters seriously, there's a lot of discourse on whether or not it's okay to support certain characters (caitlyn kirramman) despite their questionable actions, and then you've got the other half that's just like "idgaf about the war crimes, she's my lesbian"

[tiger333k]

there are a lot of people complaining about Arcane season 2, and yes, I get it, it is a bit rushed at times and it would do well if they did a little extra explaining on some parts but honestly it feels like people are just nitpicking sometimes

example: just saw a video about someone complaining about ep7 about Powder and Ekko getting together, and just, wtf??? yes, I know it's because of Ekko's tip that vi died and I know the characters should've it weird when Ekko woke up and just started pointing about things in the past that they really don't want to be reminded of... but if you found this a problem you really didn't watch the show. the main theme about this alternate universe is forgiveness, powder forgave Ekko (though tbh, it was really Vi's plan to go rob someone the whole time), vander and silco forgave each other etc etc. alt Ekko was slaving away at this project when Ekko (firelight) got thrust into his body. powder said it herself, genius and insanity go hand in hand, Ekko saying random things like this probably wasn't even a surprise. also saw a thumbnail where Ekko and powder were kissing and they put 'cheating' beside the image. hopefully I won't have to explain how stupid this is.

Ekko didnt just kiss powder and go 'I can fix jinx'. he doesn't want to change jinx into powder, he even admits that jinx has something good that powder doesn't, jinx's ideas can change the world. what Ekko learned from the alt universe and powder is forgiveness, to look at the past and move forward, leaving a few things behind, leaving behind hate, anger, for the present, for the future. he learned to forgive jinx, so they could build something new.

also adding the fact that it wasn't vi's death that changed everything, it was the act of a child, the fact that someone had been killed that points out how dangerous hextech is, and that's why it was never developed.

personal opinion here, I don't think it was just the death and the letter that changed everything, I think it was little details leading up to the moment silco forgave vander, the moment everything went right. it wasn't one spontaneous event that changed it. we don't know what happened in the alt universe, we don't know if the fight went differently, or if slico had done anything different... maybe he never developed shimmer, maybe he wasn't so set on revenge. we don't know, so maybe don't jump to conclusions so quickly?

another point: jinx didn't just magically lose her trauma because of Isha, dunno what you guys were thinking.

jinx in season one had obvious mental issues, and we always see her drowning out the noise with blaring music. the reason why she was like that was because of her internal conflict, of powder and jinx clashing. jinx was trying to forget the past, and powder was the one that kept remembering it. powder was the one that kept trying to insist it wasn't her fault. powder was the one that held on to everything, and jinx hated powder. and in S1E9 we see her let powder die.

she accepts that she is a jinx to people she loves. the voices stop calling her a jinx, because she already knows this. she accepts this. jinx ruin everything. jinx is a curse. it isn't a case where some kid comes in and changes everything, jinx isn't healed in season 2, she just accepts that she is a catastrophe.

the only thing Isha changes is that jinx learns to love powder through Isha, and maybe even lets a bit of powder come back through. and that's why, when Isha is thrown into Stillwater, the voices come back before jinx takes control again.

three: Caitlyn was done dirty, her entire character was ooc

no it was not. you just saw it through a different lens and decided you didn't like it.

like it or not, Cait has always been privileged. she goes where she wants, does what she likes because she has the kirramman family name to protect her. Marcus says it himself in S1, we just chose to ignore it because that's when cait was doing what we thought was right, investigating and helping Vi, although she was not an enforcer, had no right to be there, we liked it because, well, because we hate Marcus, and she was actually doing something right back then

till season 2, where she gasses Zaun, goes all hitler, and... acts exactly how she acted in S1. she does what she wants, goes where she likes, to achieve one thing: get revenge on jinx.

cait has never lost a parent, she has never learned to cope with such a loss, so she reacts in a wrong way, reacts so drastically that we feel is out of character, its not. we merely see her previous traits painted in a different light and y'all decided you hate it.

I could go on forever honestly, but these three points got on my nerves the most, so I decided to say something about it. there.

this is way too long, my god.

[venator-signum]

of all arcane characters to fit Heavy Is the Crown (by Linkin Park), I did Not expect it to be Caitlyn Fucking Kirramman

[ravenkinnie]

I swear im gonna stop spamming now but I'm thinking through caitlyn house kiramman allies with noxus which means military support to whatever ambessas actual goal is (so going against whoever killed mels brother) and noxian support for piltover against zaun. since caitlyn is now probably most of the council and since she is on the council - cause cassandra is dead as fuck and kirrammans inherit in matrilineal line - she will have actual power over piltovers police forces. where s2 will take that I'm not sure because aligning with noxus is never a thing a good person does so I assume caitlyn is also having some sort of corruption arc - and that she is likely to regret allying with noxus because noxus only gives a fuck about noxus. jayce is obviously alive because he's a champion so he will likely be the other force on the council and the piltover plot will then heavily depend on his - and mels whether she's alive or not - plot following s1 finale. but they didn't put that in the trailer because they know nobody gives a fuck about piltover plots we all wanna see jinx

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

you may not be an angel, but you are my girl

by SILKCHIFFI0N

What if Caitlyn is the one to find emo vi?

Words: 911, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Other

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Jayce (League of Legends), Mentioned Ambessa Medarda - Character

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jayce (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) & Mel Medarda

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Changing the Plot, Pitfighter Vi, Angsty Caitlyn Kirramman, Angst, alot of it, Drunk Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), They don’t admit it, Love Confession, some smut, they get interrupted during freaky time, Mild Smut, I think that’s all the tags, i don’t know, Title from a Lucy Dacus Song

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[phoenixinthefiles]

I WAS WONDERING IF THERE WERE PEOPLE WHO PICKED THAT UP TOO

Jayce Talis, Mel medarda, Caitlyn Kirramman, and Viktor

One of these things is not like the other

It’s such a distinct difference that you HAVE to notice it while watching the show. I love these writers fr they took world building seriously

I'm in love with Ekko [Insert some last name. Oh wait, Zaunites don't have last names cus it's in such a state of poverty that people don't really track surnames and lineage and they are so focused on survival it doesn't matter. Plus, with all the danger, it's better to be anonymous and not have a full name people can track you with. Besides with the amount of orphans, they probably don't know their last names, while Pilties have names and family reputation going back for generations.]

[lady-griffin]

Ekko observing Vi and Caitlyn

Ekko: Well, that girl can’t possibly be Vi, she’s with an enforcer.

*sees recently stabbed Vi attempting to do parkour and injuring herself further*

Ekko: Never mind that’s definitely Vi.

[brahmenbones]

what are ur favorite arcane hcs that u have?

*rubs my hands together* Hold on tight bud. This gonna be looong

I’d like to think Caitlyn is extremely flexible not just with her body but hands too, girl can do this splits no prob I bet. And double jointed in the hands too!

*Baps Caitlyn and VI’s head* these two can fit so much chaoticness in them. I bet they can tree climb. Vi makes a bet one day and Caitlyn being the stubborn person she is accepts and they both start CLIMBING BRO.

Ekko, Vi, and Caitlyn trio. Chaotic okay Mets chaotic Mets chaotic but in cursive. They all have the half baked plan and execute it amazingly (Everything explodes)

Caitlyn can mimic animal noises to an extent that it sounds like the real animal, Vi found this out while they were playing a game to pass the time.

Can’t forget THE girl Vi. Wonderful singing voice I just know it. Random guy: Hey how ya- Caitlyn: “GRRRGGAGAGFSGDGAGGAAAAFF” guy: “ÆÆÆFAAAA GET YO GIRL-“ Vi: “She doesn’t bite.” Caitlyn biting the guys hand “YES SHE DO”

(If their is a chance to make Caitlyn a chaotic gremlin I will take it fhdjdhs)

Jayce coming around to see Caitlyn but she’s neck deep in cases, leads and the like cups of coffee around her as she explains her threads like that one meme. Jayce and Caitlyn running around while Jayce is trying to get the poor girl to REST.

Caitlyn and Vi getting SUPER EXCITED and start to do that thing where they jump all over each other punching each other in the arm and screeching. LET THEM BE HAPPY

I have more but I feel like this is too long so ghdjwbx

[yameoto]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE. CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

piltover / zaun civil war

tw; dark!caitlyn, prisoner!reader, blowjob, gunplay, gunjob? gunfucking, drastic power dynamics, degradation, humiliation, bondage, hate sex, bratty!reader, noncon. dead dove. rape. wc; 1.9k ao3 vers.

WHEN Piltover's oh, so fearless leader strides into your humble abode, you can already tell she's having a bad day. Caitlyn's eyes are bloodshot. Hells, she’s still in her uniform. The tresses of silken, inky locks are no longer taut ponytail—stray strands dangling, tangled, cheeks nicked with dried blood. You doubt it's her own.

Your first instinct, as a prisoner chained to the wall and completely at her mercy; is to act like a right fucking brat. Because that’s been working out so well for you, thus far.

“Rough day?” not that you could give a single fuck. “All tired out from gassing out children on the streets? Poor baby."

Caitlyn remains silent as she dismisses the guard with a flick of her wrist, and you're still talking. Yipping away like a dog snapping at her heels. "There are other ways to solve wealth inequality than killing all the poor people, you know." Her stare is glacial.

God, the mouth on you.

She’s considered moving you to her family’s personal prisons. Though, keeping Zaun's lauded revolutionary locked-up in the Kirramman's basement would draw a couple eyebrows. The dungeons under the council-room you so lovingly blew up, along with her mother, suffice.

“Paint a portrait,” You sneer, like the little shit you are. A bloodstain clinging to her sole, that she hasn't scraped off yet. "How 'bout you shoot a gloryhole and fuck that instead, princess."

So you do see the bulge she's packing. Good. She's been aching to unload in you, all day.

"I'm not in the mood for talk." Caitlyn says, coolly, shoving the cellblock door open and stepping inside. Clearly. Her cock is pulsing. She hasn't even made the effort of the usual charade, in drilling you with that perfunctory interrogation sequence—for the benefit of the enforcers stationed at your cell. (Shame. you take your petty joys in turning up your nose and spitting in her face, like some structured caricature of foreplay).

You have such tight lips. Caitlyn delights in prying them open.

“Knew you couldn’t resist. Come back for another round, already?” Somehow, you manage to sound cocky, even though there's a smear of her dried cum streaked just below your brow, from just this morning.

Caitlyn tries to be good. She really does. You just make it so hard.

“Hold this for me.” She orders, like you're one of her little soldiers waiting on her hand and foot. A snarky reply about the shackles around your wrists is on the tip of your tongue. No matter. Caitlyn forces the barrel down your half-open mouth anyway, before you could so much as say bang.

“Mmf—“ cold metal forces your mouth apart. your eyes widen, pupils swallowing up your irises. This is new. For a moment, blind panic seizes your body, because there is a gun in your mouth. It's not like you don't know there's a guillotine with your name inscribed. (All, 'cut the head off the snake', or whatever eloquent, prissy-spun bullshit Caitlyn spits in your ear as her nails scrape the walls of your cunt).

It's been too long. The war could be over, for all you know. Though, you wouldn't put it past her to keep you past your expiration date.

Speaking of, Caitlyn doesn’t even bother to hush you. She only thrusts, further—far enough to bruise your throat and stop your incessant, muffled whining. Your gag reflex triggers. Unbidden, tears sprout, to burn behind your eyelids. Silently, you buck.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic. You’ve taken worse.” Caitlyn rolls her eyes, languidly pushing the pistol in, and out. In, and, out. She guides in smooth, composed motions—never letting up enough to allow you more than seethe, breathing harshly through your nose. “It’s good practice."

The fiifth time you gag, she finally lifts the barrel out. You were never one to waste the opportunity to snark, even if you really should be saving your breath.

“Holding a dress rehearsal for my public execution? I'm flattered. You must really like me, doll.”

“Oh, no,” Caitlyn drags metal, over your lips. It's warm, from the time it’s spent crammed down your throat “for gagging on my cock.”

Even though you’re expecting it, you lash out—momentarily ripping the veil off your faux swagger. Caitlyn tuts, though she gets a vivid lick of satisfaction from seeing you, bare, for once (and goodness, how much effort you take), before shoving the gun back in place. You fix her with a glower that seeps with pure, divine, hatred—chapped lips puckering goadingly around its muzzle. Screaming for her, to just fuckin' do it, already. Caitlyn almost admires how you haven’t lost your rage, your viciousness. It's the one thing you have in common.

She swiftly upticks the revolver, and jerks it out, callous. The roof of your mouth snags on its sharp-whetted sights, and blood sluices down your throat. You can’t tell the taste from the metallic tang of metal. A string of pink saliva connects its spitsoaked barrel to your sputtering lips, chest heaving.

“Don’t have the balls to take the shot, huh?” You spit, as if there isn’t enough of that smeared over your chin, pooling helplessly into your collar.

“Should you be so lucky.” Caitlyn smiles, the bitch, as she swoops downwards, markedly unblemished hands grasping your jaw. Of course, you think, lividly. Of course Piltover’s own general doesn’t get her hands dirty.

Although, she makes an exception for you. How sweet.

Caitlyn foregoes further fanfare, pushing you downwards. Your limbs fold in on themselves—a lion, declawed. The feeble thrash of your arms, bound at the wrist and hastened to the iron-wrought wall—are no match for the demanding brace of Caitlyn’s thighs as she slides gracefully to her knees, elegant hand seizing you by the throat.

"But I’d make such a pretty martyr," You wheeze, hyperaware of the click of Caitlyn’s belt unbuckling. All of a sudden, you miss the cool sensation of a pistol in your mouth.

Caitlyn, on the other hand, adores this angle. How your eyes sear. Jaw clenched, hollows sucked in rage and hunger—as if you would blow the brains out her head if you could. Seething, at how she has the opportunity herself, but denies you the satisfaction.

Instead, you get this. She untucks herself at a leisurely pace, almost marvelling at the way her cock descends in a mighty shadow, darkening your face. You scowl. Her free hand shoots out to smush your cheeks, the moment you bare your teeth and open your mouth to talk back. So predictable.

“Perhaps if you didn’t spit your food out at the guards, you’d have the strength to put up at least a little fight.” Caitlyn teases, too lightly for the context, as she lines up her flushed, swollen tip against your furiously jammed lips. A gob of pre-cum spouts from the slit, marring your cheek

"Maybe I was saving myself the trouble of hurling it up after we're done."

Caitlyn rolls her eyes. Pushes her head up against your pursed lips. “What are you? The world’s most grating ventriloquist?” She remarks, snide. She's weary of playing games. She needs it, now.

How she's grown so painfully hard, over this whole ordeal. You'd think she’d feel shame over it—so turned-on by something she sees clearly beneath her—but who wouldn’t get off on using their worst enemy like this? You'd do the same, if you were in her position.

At least, that’s what she tells herself when she shoves her cock down your throat.

"Ah.." Caitlyn shudders, the same time muscle memory has you sucking. Her neck arches back in open relief, hips bucking as she presses you, nose flush against the trimmed strip of dark pubes.

Her strokes are torturously slow. The most humiliating thing is the plap, plap, plap sound of her balls slapping against your chin, resounding in the empty dungeons. there is no audience—probably because nothing about this screams Noble House of Kiramman—or even legality. then again, neither does launching nukes into Piltover's place of governance. Tomayto, tomahto.

She withholds her moans for your own benefit, just so you can listen to the obscene sound of yourself, suckling along her dick. Caitlyn’s drags are lazy, relishing the beautiful suction of your lips. Slips herself far enough down your throat, for your swallows to turn to audible gulps, as you try not to choke.

She's not quite yet done. Her fingers dart downwards, twisting your panties aside.

“I don’t even know why you bother wearing these. They’re disgusting.” Rock-hard, a sore reminder of how routine this has become. She hooks them on her pistol, before promptly flicking them across the room, revealing the miserable, glistening wetness of your cunt.

Fuck. Your pussy is sodden like a cat left in the rain, dripping all over the carpet—much to your self-loathing. Caitlyn’s smirk is unrepentant.

“You're getting off on this? You're even dirtier than i thought.” She muses, as you glower hotly upwards, cheeks full of her. “I do hope you used your tongue.”

You're briefly confused by the comment, because, well—you are using your tongue and more—until the slick heat of your pussy swallows cold steel, and you gasp—walls straining, clenching around the foreign intrusion. Caitlyn eases the revolver in, with surprising gentleness. not that it does you any good.

Your spine arches off the wall, mangled noise ripping from your throat. Caitlyn shoves her length in, deeper, an impromptu silencer. “Don't whinge, darling.” she husks, knowing you loathe the pet-name. "It's unbecoming."

She never hurries, despite having places to be. Is it her fault that it feels so good to fuck your throat, like this? To pulse her gun in your cunt, almost playful, as she watches with the hooded eyes how your pussy greedily slurps the pistol to its hilt, before coming out again, glazed with the evidence of just how filthy she knows you to be. Her finger slides over the trigger, voice coming out in a breathy murmur.

“Bang.”

Caitlyn cums in thick, gooey spurts down your throat. Her head lolls back, shoving your head to practically kiss the sharp angles of her pelvis as you take it. Of course you take it. All your bravado, and still, you swallow her load like a beaten dog lapping at water, all the while, her pistol stretches you open. You don't plan it. God, it's like your body has a life of its own—a Pavlovian response, to the taste and feeling of Caitlyn trickling down your throat—but you orgasm like your life depends on it. Maybe it does. Your legs quake, limbs jerking, shoulder-blades scraping against the gritty brick walls as your entire being yanks itself upwards, like a marionette on strings.

When she pulls the revolver out from your cunt, this time; it is creamy white that strings from your helplessly pulsating folds to its hollow. You hiss, cheeks burning, panting—scrabbling back. An animal backed into a corner.

Caitlyn holsters her revolver, dripping with your sweat, your blood, your cum. Always on her person, yet as uncocked as the day it was minted—chamber still full. It’s only purpose is to fuck you stupid. She stands, buckling her belt back up, as you lie there.

“I'll break you, yet.” She promises.

Blood rushes between your ears, back scratched to all hell, bruises at the back of your throat. She’s splattered all over you. You grin.

“Should you be so lucky.”

Caitlyn scoffs, and iron bars screech shut behind her. You know you'll see her again, come sunrise. Or; you’ll know sunrise, come Caitlyn, again.

Tomayto, tomahto.

[cityofartists]

In this house we stan Caitlyn Kirramman 🎨

[lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone]

Sims Mobile Adventures. Part 2: The Eye of the Storm

Having their children temporarily quelled the explosion that was about to erupt. Victor became a completely different person when he was with his children. He was doting, jolly, and exhibited a more carefree side. He took to parenting like a fish in water.

He didn’t often come to work because he loved hanging out with his children a lot.

Sometimes Daniela would pitch in…

And things will feel like an ordinary nuclear family.

But things are about to get messier. Daniela wouldn’t stop thinking about her coworker and begun an affair. In the meantime, I had a third slot for another sim. Since the children were going to take a while before they were adults, I added a new custom sim. I dub her Cassandra Kiramman after Caitlyn Kirramman’s mother from the Netflix series Arcane. It was my first fictional character to be interpreted in the Sims.

Eventually, Victor found out about the affair and they divorced. It was my first time divorcing sims so it was really hard for me to do. It was really awkward since they still lived together.