#caitlyn smut

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♱ caitlyn was born into wealth, the kiramman name already highly influential. she had big shoes to grow into, and from a young age she had found an unusual way to transform the success of the family name into her own; fashion.

caitlyn had an eye for style since she was young, and began learning how to draw fashion sketches and develop new patterns as soon as she could wrap her small hands around a pencil. trained to sew by the seamstresses her parents often commissioned, caitlyn was equipped with everything she needed to dominate the industry; the skill, the knowledge, and the personality, all of which shone through every piece she designed.

she won awards as young as eleven years old for her creativity, was crowned best dressed in the yearbook as she graduated private school, and was praised for the uniqueness of her style. caitlyn had a natural gift; there was a rareness in the approach she took to fashion. something the industry wasn't used to.

inspired by the elegance of royalty, the dramatic flair of victorian era trends, and a feminine twist on traditionally masculine pieces, caitlyn carved her name into the industry by force. she wouldn't slow down for anyone.

she was driven by passion. if her latest line wasn't selling the numbers she wanted, she'd waste no time getting back into her studio to make something better. almost always, she'd make a comeback greater than the last. she bought a magnificent cabinet with the goal to fill it with awards and plaques to commemorate her success. the kiramman name would dominate catwalks—the high fashion industry was never the same as it was before she had touched it. other designers worked hard to keep up, but caitlyn's pace was relentless.

�� she had everything she ever wanted. caitlyn had made her mother and father proud, she was reaching every goal she wanted. but she was lacking somewhere.

caitlyn could have any woman she wanted, she knew this and often was unafraid to use this to her advantage, but the older she grew, the less satisfying it had became to see a different woman each night. she needed someone loyal. for the first time in her life she felt stagnant. and then she met you.

the loveliest service she had received in any restaurant, michelin star or otherwise, had been from you. it was terribly busy but you had an eye for everything happening all at once. you handled it with a poise caitlyn hadn't witnessed before, and she rewarded you with a hefty tip and a request to have your contact details—it took her pulling a few strings to get this, but she could get whatever she wanted in this world.

♱ you were desperate. every calm reaction to meticulous dining requests and customer issues was due to your desperate need for tips, bills and rent piling higher and higher over your shoulders at the time. the moment caitlyn found this out, she wanted to assist you.

caitlyn hadn't considered herself the type for a transactional relationship like this, but it was an easy decision to make once the idea struck. she wanted devotion, you needed help. she could throw away as much money as she liked on you, it was pennies to her.

but most importantly, you revived her. caitlyn was quick to run to her studio, inspired by your beauty.

♱ soon, everything you owned was kiramman. your clothes, your makeup, your perfume, your shoes, your bags. she made custom pieces for you, her most special muse. you'd be posing in the middle of her studio for her to run her hands over your body with a tape measure, trying on half-finished pieces, modelling every new item for the catalogues and online store.

if you were to be seen publicly at her side, caitlyn would have you dressed as appropriately for the event as she desired.

♱ she had changed your life. from waitress to full-time model, and, unbeknownst to the public eye, her submissive.

your lingerie was kiramman. your collars were kiramman.

caitlyn was never cold. she was intimate and tender, a guiding hand. your mommy, who never punished, and only ever rewarded you. if you misbehaved, she never knew about it.

♱ caitlyn would give you anything you ever wanted. she ensured you were still making your own money via your modelling, but she gave you a sizeable weekly allowance as her baby, and 'bonuses' given to you at random if you needed a little extra to buy something you liked.

she kept you happy. financially or otherwise, caitlyn was very focused on keeping you close. if you were insecure or afraid, she supplied loving snuggles on her couch with her cats. if you were cold, she'd sleep by your side in luxury bedding. she had a perpetually warm body, her bosom the most comforting pillow to lay your head.

every kiss of caitlyn's was expensive, flavoured by hundred dollar lipsticks and sophistication.

♱ the filth of your sex life, which was certainly alive, was so special because it was something nobody knew about. people could speculate how your life was under caitlyn's wing, but they didn't know the ins and outs of her like you did as her sub.

it was part of your deal, after all. caitlyn could have you whenever she liked. if she wanted you, she would have you. you would kneel on the floor by her desk while she worked. she'd tug on your leash every now and then to remind you of your place and to demand your silence as she focused. she would bind your wrists with ribbon to restrain you while she touched your body. she'd tell you it's only so that you'll have an easier time being a good girl and not squirm too much.

if you were ready for bed, but looked too pretty in the sleepwear she designed, she'd pull your slip over your hips to curl those long, mean fingers into your pussy.

if you were bored, or looked lost, she'd call you over and coddle you, letting you suck on her clit to entertain yourself for a little while.

designing your lingerie was her favourite. it was always in her favourite colour. rich, custom made navy lace and silk were always her go-to fabrics to use. she'd design it so that you would match with whatever she wanted to wear as well.

she liked any position, from doggy, to cowgirl, to missionary. she was taller than you, stronger than you, and could manipulate you into any position. fucking you with her strap was the most therapeutic act. the continuous cries she pulled from your lips, the repeated 'mommy, mommy, mommy', and the tears that glimmered down your cheeks in the low light, were the most pleasing to her. she could overwhelm you so easily.

♱ aftercare was luxurious. caitlyn would immediately scoop you up, gathering you into her lap and letting the tactile sensations steady your heart. then she would ready a bath, treating it like a spa day. expensive soaps lathered over your body, not a single spot missed by her slow hands. you'd be dried with a soft towel after and put to bed in her arms as she enjoyed a cup of tea and a book, your breathing slowing as sleep finally overtook you.

♱ caitlyn could say it was simply transactional, and she took much pride in being such a great sugar mommy, but she didn't want to accept that you were much more than just her sugar baby. you were the loyalty she needed, the inspiration she needed, and you were so pleasant to look at she would feel her heart swell every time. especially at every photoshoot. she was fond of you. perhaps more than she should've been.

um, hi... hehe... now that i've finished my big ellie one-shot (posting on the weekend if you missed it) i am back to regular posts. until i focus on something else. which, i do have lots of longer fics lined up that i'll want to work on soon.

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[velvetsserenity]

tongue twister

caitlyn x reader x vi

✎ word count: 3.5k ꩜ content warnings: explicit sexual content, orgasm control, rough handling, light choking, public setting, humiliation, dominance dynamics, voyeurism, jealousy, threesome dynamics, oral (receiving)

You didn’t come to the Last Drop to cause trouble.

Well. Not exactly.

You came to dance. To drink. To press your body against strangers who don’t ask questions and know how to bite without drawing blood. You came to forget the week, the city, the bullshit.

You did not come to see them.

So when the bar door creaks open and the flickering neon catches pink hair and a high collar, you nearly choke on your drink.

You sit back on your stool, licking vodka from your bottom lip, and tilt your head slowly.

“...You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Vi walks in first, smug, relaxed, like the chaos of the Lanes lives in her blood. She’s in a loose tank, old gloves tucked into her belt, face lit by the dim blue wash of the bar lights.

And right beside her...

Caitlyn Kiramman. Hair pristine. Blouse starched. A few buttons undone to look casual, but still standing like she’s holding a badge under her skin.

They’re talking. Laughing.

Laughing.

Together.

You narrow your eyes.

They don’t see you.

Even when they cut through the crowd like they own the place, brushing shoulders with bodies that look at them and then away. Vi’s making a beeline for the bar. Caitlyn follows, hesitant but intrigued.

You swirl your drink and lean forward just a little, resting your chin on your palm.

This’ll be good.

You don’t approach.

Of course not.

You sit five seats down at the curve of the bar and watch. Sip. Wait.

Vi orders two drinks. You recognize her voice when she growls something flirty to the bartender. Caitlyn leans in closer than she needs to, smiling like she’s trying not to.

You hate that you know what both of them sound like in bed.

You hate that you remember Vi’s laugh when she came the first time, biting your shoulder, mumbling your name like a dare.

You hate that you remember Caitlyn’s breath catching when you forced her to beg. The way she kissed you like it was beneath her. Like she liked that.

They don’t know you’re here.

They don’t know they’ve both had you.

You shouldn’t do it.

But.

You’ve never been good at walking away from a fire.

You grab your drink, slide off your stool, and saunter up like you were invited.

Vi’s elbow is on the bar, back half-turned to you, boots crossed, mid-sentence about something stupid and flirty, probably trying to impress.

Caitlyn is pretending not to look impressed.

You stop just behind them.

Close enough to be felt.

Vi turns first.

She freezes.

Her mouth opens, closes. Then she leans back slowly, her eyes narrowing, recognition blooming like a bruise.

Caitlyn follows her gaze.

And stops breathing.

You take a sip and drag your eyes over both of them like they’re meat in a butcher’s window.

“Well,” you hum. “Didn’t expect to see this pairing.”

Caitlyn blinks. “You—”

Vi interrupts, stunned. “You know each other?”

You let the pause hang just long enough to hurt.

“Yeah,” you say casually. “You could say that.”

Caitlyn straightens, voice tight. “She and I... knew each other. Briefly.”

Vi scoffs. “No shit. When?”

“Before you,” Caitlyn mutters. Her voice is clipped. Controlled.

Vi turns to you. “Seriously?”

You tilt your head. “Don’t act surprised. We weren’t exclusive, Vi.”

“That’s not the point.”

You sip again. “Oh? What is the point?”

Vi just stares. Like she's running math she doesn’t want to solve.

Caitlyn watches you. Cold. Still. That elegant, calculating gaze you remember from the last time she had your wrist pinned to a wall.

You smile, just a little. “Relax. I’m not here to make a scene.”

Vi snorts. “You are the scene.”

Caitlyn’s voice is soft but sharp: “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a local,” you say. “You’re the tourists.”

Caitlyn’s mouth tightens. Vi looks away like she’s trying to hide the twitch in her jaw.

You step forward between them. They both shift just barely. A half-step back. You love that.

“You two look cozy,” you murmur. “Something going on?”

“No,” Caitlyn says quickly.

Vi shrugs. “Nothing serious.”

“Mm.” You drag your finger along the rim of your glass. “Neither was I. With either of you.”

That lands like a slap.

Good.

Vi breathes out hard through her nose. “So this is, what—some kind of fucking joke?”

“No,” you say, tilting your chin up. “But it’s getting funny.”

Caitlyn’s tone cuts in, cool as ice: “Are you jealous?”

You laugh. “Of what? Getting passed between Piltover’s problem children like a shared cigarette?”

Caitlyn’s face hardens.

Vi mutters, “Fuck’s sake...”

You finish your drink in one long swallow and slam the glass down.

“Anyway. I’ve got better things to do than stand between two half-fucks playing pretend.”

You pivot on your heel.

Vi’s jaw clenches the second your back turns.

You disappear into the crowd like you were never even there—just a flash of skin and shadow swallowed by flashing lights and smoke-thick air.

“Fucking hell,” she mutters, pushing off the bar.

“Vi—” Caitlyn’s voice calls behind her, cautious.

But Vi’s already moving.

The beat hits harder out here. The crowd is denser, stickier, full of the kind of people who never say sorry when they shoulder past. The kind of people you blend into.

She shoves through dancers, eyes scanning for a glimpse of your hair, the curve of your shoulder, the swing of your hips. But you’re gone.

Caitlyn follows, a step behind, trying not to touch anyone, trying to stay clean in a place that feeds on dirt.

“You don’t even know where she went,” Caitlyn says, clipped.

Vi glances back, eyes wild. “She’s not just gonna vanish.”

“She does that,” Caitlyn mutters. “Trust me.”

Vi grits her teeth and pushes deeper into the mess of bodies, the flashing lights slicing over her face in sharp colors—blue, red, green, then black again. She sees a girl dancing on a speaker who almost looks like you. She grabs her shoulder and yanks her around—

Not you.

Not even close.

The girl shoves Vi off and keeps dancing like nothing happened.

Caitlyn finally catches up beside her, breath shallow. “You’re wasting your time. She knows this place.”

Vi scans the perimeter, jaw tight. “She’s not from the Lanes. Not really.”

Caitlyn laughs, mean and bitter. “No. She’s under them. Slips through the cracks. That’s what she does.”

Vi doesn’t stop moving.

She checks the far corner, pushes through a knot of half-naked dancers, scans every booth, every back wall. The bathroom line. The Shimmer dealers. Even the goddamn DJ booth.

Nothing.

Caitlyn hangs back now, arms crossed, heels clicking sharply as she trails Vi with increasingly disgusted looks. Her hair’s slightly frizzed. Her blouse—too expensive for this hellhole—is sticking to her back. She’s done pretending.

Caitlyn follow her outside as she rummages trough the back alley of the club.

“This is pointless,” she says flatly. “You’ve checked every wall in that club twice.”

Vi doesn’t even look at her. “She’s fast, not invisible.”

“She wants you to chase her.”

Vi snaps, “And what? You’re just gonna roll over and let her win?”

“I’m going home.”

Vi turns now, jaw tight. “You’re seriously just walking away?”

“Yes. Because unlike you, I don’t have anything to prove.”

Vi scoffs, stepping in close. “Is that right?”

“I’m not wasting my night dragging through alleyways because some girl from your past decided to be cute.”

Vi bristles. “She’s not—”

“Not yours, Vi,” Caitlyn snaps, eyes flashing. “Not mine either. She made that perfectly clear.”

Vi glares. “This isn’t about ownership.”

“Oh, of course not,” Caitlyn says, voice icy. “You’re just out here playing detective in the dark because what tour ego couldn’t handle being walked away from?”

Vi’s teeth clench. “You don’t get it.”

“No. I don’t. Because I left it where it belonged—back inside.” Caitlyn breathes out, close now, close enough to smell the smoke still clinging to Vi’s collar, the sweat at her neck. “You’re beneath her. You’d crawl if she told you to.”

Vi moves fast.

She grabs Caitlyn’s collar, yanks her in, mouth hard on hers, teeth and lips and spit and fury. Caitlyn gasps, but she doesn’t push back. She pulls closer, fists curling in Vi’s tank top, dragging her backward into the alley wall with a thud.

The kiss is vicious. Angry. Hot with everything they never said and everything they swore they wouldn’t feel.

Vi bites her lip.

Caitlyn growls.

Hands fumble fast Vi pushing up the edge of Caitlyn’s blouse, fingers skating over her ribs like she’s searching for a place to ruin. Caitlyn shoves Vi’s jacket off her shoulders, fingers digging into her arms, dragging lines that’ll bruise tomorrow.

They break the kiss for one breath—both panting, flushed, glaring.

“This is a mistake,” Caitlyn pants.

Vi licks her bottom lip. “That your way of asking me to stop?”

Caitlyn doesn’t answer.

She just kisses her again, rougher.

Vi grabs her hips and flips them, slamming Caitlyn back into the wall this time. Her thigh wedges between Cait’s legs, grinding hard, unapologetic. Caitlyn moans before she can stop it.. and that sound? That sound goes straight to Vi’s head.

“You still think you’re above this?” Vi hisses against her throat.

“Shut up,” Caitlyn breathes.

Vi sinks her teeth into Caitlyn’s neck. Caitlyn arches.

They’re a tangle of limbs now, hands under clothes, against skin, fighting for control even while giving it up in pieces. No softness. No names. Just sweat, breath, the wet sound of kisses torn open too fast.

Vi’s hand slips lower, under Caitlyn’s waistband, fingers sliding dow. Then—

“Look at the lovebirds.”

The voice cuts through the dark like a blade.

Both women freeze.

Caitlyn jerks her head toward the sound, panting, eyes wide. Vi doesn’t move right away, fingers still resting just below Cait’s navel, breath hot against her neck.

You’re leaning against the alley wall five feet away, one leg crossed over the other, cigarette between your fingers, glowing tip a slow pulse in the dark. The smoke coils around you like it belongs there.

You smile lazy, cocky, dripping venom.

“Well, don’t stop on my account.”

Vi steps back instantly, eyes blazing, face flushed in a way that has nothing to do with arousal anymore.

Caitlyn scrambles to pull her shirt down, cheeks burning, hair mussed, mouth still parted like she hasn’t figured out what to say yet.

You tilt your head, take a long drag, and exhale slowly. “Didn’t think I had to leave you two alone for five minutes before the hate-fucking started.”

Vi glares. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here,” you answer, voice sweet and sarcastic. “Remember? Local, remember? You’re the ones in my alley.”

Caitlyn’s lip curls. “You followed us.”

You raise an eyebrow. “If I had, I’d have gotten here earlier.”

Vi steps forward, chest still heaving, jaw clenched. “You’ve been watching us?”

You smile wider. “Why? Feeling shy now?”

Caitlyn mutters, “You’re disgusting.”

You flick ash off your cigarette without flinching. “And you’re still half-undressed. So maybe don’t throw stones, Kiramman.”

Caitlyn opens her mouth—then shuts it, nostrils flaring.

Vi looks like she wants to hit something. Or fuck something. Or both.

You glance between them, pleased. Flushed, frustrated, furious,just the way you left them.

You push off the wall slowly, walking toward them, your boots echoing in the wet alley.

“Cute show, by the way,” you murmur. “All that pent-up tension. Should’ve let me join—might’ve lasted longer.”

Vi’s eyes narrow. “You think this is a game?”

You stop right in front of her, blow smoke past her cheek. “I know it is.”

Then you look at Caitlyn.

“Was she good?” you ask, soft, mocking. “Better than me?”

Caitlyn stiffens.

You grin.

“Didn’t think so.”

And with that, you toss the cigarette to the ground, crush it with your boot, and turn your back on both of them.

Two steps.

That’s all you get.

Then a rough hand grabs your arm and yanks.

Your spine hits the wall hard, concrete cold against your back, your breath knocked straight out of your chest. Vi’s there, right there pressed in close, thigh between yours, hand braced beside your head. The wall behind you groans like it’s not ready for this kind of violence.

She’s breathing like she ran a mile uphill.

Eyes wild.

Teeth clenched.

You blink once, slow. “Touched a nerve?”

Vi doesn’t answer.

Her other hand grabs your jaw, tight. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.

“You like this, huh?” she growls. “Running that mouth. Getting in our heads. Making everything about you.”

“It is about me,” you murmur, lips curling.Challenging her with just some simple words and a glare.

Vi’s eyes flash. She leans in like she’s going to kiss you, but stops just short so close her breath hits your lips.

“You think I won’t fuck the smug off your face right here?”

You exhale, slow, deliberate. “No. I think you will.”

Silence.

Tension so thick it’s choking.

Vi shoves her thigh up between your legs harder, her fingers sliding around your throat not squeezing, just holding.

Just threatening.

You tilt your head back against the wall, smirking. “What’s the matter, Vi? Caitlyn not enough for you?”

She snaps.

Her mouth crashes against yours hot, hard, brutal. Not a kiss. A punishment. You open to it anyway, let her take what she wants, let her teeth catch your lip until it stings and tastes like blood and smoke.

You hear Caitlyn breathe soft and sharp and shaky.

Good.

Let her watch.

Let her see.

Vi presses harder, her thigh wedged between yours, rough denim dragging over the thinnest part of your resolve. Her hand curls in your hair, pulling your head back, mouth dragging down your jaw to your neck, biting hard enough to make you gasp.

You don’t stop her.

You bare your throat like you want her to ruin it.

“You should’ve kept your mouth shut,” she growls, voice raw.

“You’re welcome,” you rasp, “for giving you a reason to use it.”

She snarls and grinds her leg upward, watching your eyes flutter for just a second. Just enough to make her grin.

Then her gaze flicks over your shoulder, toward Caitlyn.

Still watching.

Vi pulls back just enough to speak, her voice meant for both of you. “You like watching?”

Caitlyn swallows, but doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t deny it. ou turn your head toward her, lips swollen, neck raw.

“I think she does,” you whisper, just loud enough.

Vi smirks. Her hand slips under your shirt, palm splayed across your stomach. Her other hand stays in your hair, keeping your head tilted so Caitlyn has the perfect view of every reaction. Every flinch. Every filthy sound.

You let your mouth fall open. A quiet whimper leaks out, and you don’t bother hiding it.

Caitlyn’s knuckles are white now, fists clenched by her sides, like she’s trying to keep herself from reaching for something she shouldn’t.

“You can touch,” you murmur, eyes locked on her. “Or you can just stand there and ache.” You murmur as you shake your head in the most sassiest way.

Vi bites your shoulder—hard, you jolt.

Caitlyn steps forward. Not reaching for you. Not grabbing Vi. Just closing the distance.

Her voice is cold. Too calm. “You’re pathetic.”

You smile through the sting. “And you’re still watching.”

Caitlyn steps in even closer, now barely an inch from your lips, your back still held against the wall.

“But if I touch her now,” Caitlyn murmurs, voice like silk dipped in venom, “she’ll think she won.”

“I already did,” you whisper.

Vi watches, breath uneven, body flush against your back.

Caitlyn leans in, but doesn’t kiss you. Her lips brush yours, faint enough to burn.

“You can talk later,” she says softly, pulling away. “When I let you.”

Caitlyn’s hand slides up, fingers threading into your hair as she finally presses her mouth to yours. You moan into it before you can stop yourself.

She tastes like anger and pride and something clean beneath it like control wearing perfume.

Her tongue pushes in, sharp and deliberate, and she swallows the sound you make like it’s a win.

Behind you, Vi shifts.

Drops lower.

You feel her hands at your thighs, parting them like she owns them, her breath ghosting under your clothes a split second before her mouth makes contact.

Your head slams softly back against the wall.

Caitlyn breaks the kiss only to move down, her lips trailing over your cheek, your jaw, then to your neck. She sinks her teeth in where Vi left the mark earlier, sucking over it like she’s trying to stamp her name on top of the bruise.

“You’re so fucking loud,” she mutters against your throat.

And it’s true.

Vi had pushed your little dress up, bunching it around your waist. Starring at your panties before moving it to the side, admiring. Then Vi’s mouth is hot between your legs, tongue dragging slow, wet, and cruel as she sinks in deeper.

Your hands grip the wall behind you, nails scraping brick, hips jerking once—twice, as Vi locks you in place.

Caitlyn’s hand closes around your throat, thumb resting lightly on your pulse.

“Keep your eyes open,” she says.

You try.

You really try.

But then Vi moans against you hungry and it sends a shock straight through your spine. Your knees buckle, and Caitlyn catches you by the throat and jaw, holding you upright while Vi keeps working, mouth dragging you under like quicksand.

Caitlyn kisses you again. This time slower. Drowningly slow. Her lips smeared with control.

Vi doesn’t stop.

Not even when your hips start to tremble.

Not even when Caitlyn murmurs, “Already? What a mess you are.”

You can’t answer.

Your mouth is busy trying not to scream.

Caitlyn pulls back just enough to whisper into your ear.

“Don’t come yet.”

Vi growls in protest from below, the vibration almost enough to undo you right there.

But you listen.

Barely.

Caitlyn’s hand is still at your throat, fingers soft but commanding, her thumb tapping lightly against your pulse like a countdown.

“Still holding on?” she whispers, biting the shell of your ear.

You nod. Barely. Wrong move.

Vi takes it as permission.

She groans into you, tongue pressing harder, wetter, meaner.

Your hips jerk. Caitlyn’s hand tightens just enough to remind you: no.

You whimper, and it’s pathetic, but it slips out too fast to swallow.

Caitlyn’s mouth curls against your skin. “She’s trying to break you.”

Another roll of Vi’s tongue. Another flash of heat that nearly buckles your legs.

“She won’t,” you choke out.

Caitlyn hums. “You sure?”

Vi drags her nails down the backs of your thighs.

You cry out.

Your eyes flutter closed, only for Caitlyn to slap your cheek. Light. Sharp. Measured.

“Keep them open.”

You do.

You fucking do.

Tears threaten at the corners from the intensity, the burn, the pressure but you hold. You stay on that knife’s edge, breath shaking, lips bitten raw from trying to hold back the sound clawing up your throat.

Vi groans again, and Caitlyn chuckles darkly, voice rich with satisfaction.

“She wants to hear you fall apart,” she says, lips brushing your jaw. “But you won’t give her that, will you?”

You shake your head, dizzy.

Vi’s hands spread wider, forcing your legs open more. Her mouth gets sloppy now, messier, as she grinds her face into you like she’s past patience.

You’re soaking. Shaking.

So close you could snap.

And Caitlyn leans in, one hand sliding up under your shirt, fingers cool against your ribs as she whispers—

“Now.”

Your body obeys before your mind can catch up.

You break.

Hard.

Loud.

Your hips jerk. Your voice finally tears loose, raw and ragged and fucking ruined.

Vi moans into you like she just won a prize, her mouth still working you through it.

Caitlyn holds your jaw the entire time, her eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch, every gasp, every tear slide down your cheek like she owns them.

When your knees finally buckle, Vi pulls back slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smug and wrecked herself.

Caitlyn doesn’t let go.

Not yet.

She tilts your head up and says, soft and clean—

“Next time, you’ll ask.”

And you nod, breathless.

Because you will.

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caitlyn kiramman luuuvs a good tribbing sesh me finks. MDNI +18

when it comes to her favorite positions it all happens to be her on top of you, be it riding your strap or fucking hers into you. but more than that she loves looking down at you while your clits are brushing against one another harshly due to her fast pace and it burns sooo good.

she’ll slap your face whenever your eyes aren’t locked on her equally fucked out face insinuating each word that comes out of her mouth with a rock of her hips “keep your eyes on me or else i’ll stop” and you can’t help but comply to whatever your commander says. jaw going slack at the knot forming deep in your stomach, her panting getting louder by the millisecond as she uses your boobs as leverage, kneading at them feverishly.

trying to gain a bit of upper hand, holding onto her raised thigh you mirror her moves in tandem. and oh my gosh the way her eyes gleam, mouth nearly drooling shoulder blades sinking and you can feel her reaching her breaking point, thighs shaking violently as she tries to keep her moves precise, cum mixing all over you and her. you can’t help the idea of bringing a finger to her clit, blueish eyes rolling to the back of her head and she breaks apart.

her sweet cum gushing all over your torso, slow, tiny spurts. the sight of her arm reaching behind her body to rub your clit as she tries to wake herself up from the high sends you over the edge. her fingers passing through your folds one more time makes you shudder at the sensitivity she’s putting you through and she chuckles at the sight of you. putting her slick filled fingers into her mouth, teeth and all sucking them clean "mmhhh you taste so good"..

© acidblum.

[vvifeys]

bite me.

vampire!cait x human!vi. tw: kinda rough sex? i think? dom cait, sub vi. cait bites vi. cait is a little mean. dacryphilia if you squint. strap-on. praise. MEN DNI!! a/n: HELLO EVERYBODY. this was actually so fun to write, the idea hit me like super late a few nights ago and i had a lovely friends help with figuring out how to properly go about this.

"baby, can you do the dishes?" vi's voice rang from the kitchen as she slid her plate into the sink. vi had made herself lunch while caitlyn sat on the couch watching some weird horror drama. she never bothered with asking caitlyn if she wanted to eat, the pale woman always turning her offer down.

"i did the dishes last time, violet. you made dinner and then started telling me how tired you were, so i did them so you could sleep." caitlyn yells back, pausing her show and getting up. she walked into the kitchen, footsteps dead quiet as she leaned on the island.

"i know, but i- they... ugh," vi huffed, unable to come up with a quick, solid excuse. "bite me." she quips instead, turning around to twist the faucet on. she was in the middle of pouring soap onto one of the dirty plates as she felt cold hands slip onto her hips and a firm body press up against her.

"what was that, darling?" caitlyn's hypnotic voice breathed into vi's ear. a shudder ran through the shorter girls body before she responded.

"i said, 'bite me'." vi repeats, voice cockier than before. she liked getting her lover riled up, seeing how far she could push before caitlyn snapped. she held back a gasp when she felt the hands on her hips tighten their grip.

"you think you're funny, huh? you're not." caitlyn reached over vi to turn the water off, her voice taking a dangerous edge. "bedroom, now." she demanded.

vi didn't have to be told twice. once caitlyn moved out of her way, she was darting to the bedroom. she sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for caitlyn, the heat between her thighs growing with every passing second. once caitlyn was finally in the bedroom, she shut the door and made her way to vi.

she bent down, connecting their lips. both of their eyes closed, vi's hand finding the back of caitlyn's head as the taller held vi's face. vi slowly laid back, grabbing caitlyn's hair to pull her on top. caitlyn ended up with her thighs on either side of vi's hips, breaking the kiss as she sat up.

"you look so pretty like this. you're practically sweating already and i haven't even gotten to the best part..." caitlyn whispered, leaning back down and trailing kisses from vi's jaw, down to her neck. once she got to vi's pulse point, she stopped. she ever-so-lightly traced her fangs over her girlfriends soft skin.

caitlyn felt vi shiver underneath her, biting back a small whimper. she giggled, leaning up again and pulling vi's shirt over her head in one quick motion. she almost drooled. she'd seen vi topless plenty of times, but every time it happened, it felt like their first all over again.

she trailed soft kisses down vi's body, letting her hands wander and squeeze every so often. once she got to the buttons of the jeans vi was wearing, she smiled. she could smell the arousal dripping, and it got to her brain more than she'd like to admit.

as caitlyn slowly worked on undoing the buttons, it took everything in vi to control herself and not push up into caitlyn's hands. the sight of her girlfriend taking her time sliding her pants off was something that would be on playback in her head. once the buttons were open, they were slid off of vi's legs and tossed onto the floor next to her shirt.

"please- fuck, caitlyn. i want you so bad." vi whined, parting her legs to accommodate caitlyn's body.

"ah-ah, be patient. you'll take what i give you, vi." caitlyn chides, shaking her head. she decided to tease vi a little, scooting closer to place a knee between her legs. caitlyn leaned down over her, one arm snaking around her back to unclasp her bra.

vi's soft gasp made caitlyn smile, slowly sliding the fabric off and tossing it aside. she ran her hands over her lover's tits, squeezing and tweaking her pierced nipples. caitlyn didn't miss the way vi tried to grind on her thigh, quickly removing her hands and pulling back.

vi's whine was interrupted by caitlyn's laugh, finding it cute how huffy she was getting. the pink haired girl didn't find it as funny though.

"you're so mean, cait, please– stop teasing." vi tried her best to sound bothered by it.

"you like it when i'm mean. that's part of the fun. now, i'm gonna tell you what i want you to do, and i want you to listen." caitlyn waited for vi to nod before she continued. "good. i want you to take your underwear off and prep yourself for me."

vi swallowed hard, nodding again as she began doing what caitlyn said. her underwear joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, and her middle finger slowly pushed in. while she was getting herself ready, caitlyn had moved off the bed and started to undress.

once she was naked, she opened the bottom drawer and pulled her strap out. she had used this specific one on vi multiple times and it always drew the prettiest noises out of her. she secured the harness around her hips, smiling to herself as she heard vi's quiet moans. she made sure to grab the lube before sitting back on the bed.

caitlyn watched vi for a few seconds, she'd upped to two fingers and had her head laid back with her eyes shut. she knew it wasn't enough for vi, she almost never came if caitlyn was helping her. it's like caitlyn knew her body better than she did.

once she had made sure she had enough lube, caitlyn grabbed vi's wrist and roughly pulled her hand away. vi whined, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes once she opened them. this didn't go unnoticed by caitlyn.

"you're so pretty when you cry, violet." she murmurs, hand reaching up and gently brushing the tears away. "don't worry, baby, i got you."

once she spoke, she moved between vi's legs again. caitlyn lined up with vi's entrance, meeting her grey-blue eyes as she pushed in. she was slowly inching in, giving vi enough time to tell her to stop if she needed to. once she bottomed out, she didn't move. she was waiting for vi to get used to it.

whenever vi told caitlyn she could move, she didn't hesitate. she immediately pulled almost all the way out, and roughly pushed back in. she set a rough pace from the start, earning all sorts of whines and moans from the girl underneath her.

caitlyn leaned closer to vi, lips tracing her neck like she did before. vi immediately tilted her head to the side, leaning it back a little to give caitlyn all the room she could. she was breathing heavy, barely able to focus, her voice was shaky and whiney.

"cait– please, fuck, want– need you to bite me. please." she begged, hand moving up and into caitlyn's hair. she grabbed a handful, rougher than she meant to but it drew a moan from caitlyn.

"oh, shit, you want me to bite you, darling? want my teeth in your neck? i'm sure you'd taste so sweet, but i want you to beg for it. properly." caitlyn borderline growled in her ear, hips still moving. after she spoke, before vi had a chance to, she moved one of her hands down and started teasing at her clit.

"mmh– caitlyn, please– wanna feel you, i need you so bad. fuck, ohmygod, i'll do anything– jus' want you to bite me." vi whines, grinding her hips down into caitlyn's hand, breathing getting heavier.

"god, you sound so pretty, baby. so, so pretty- fuck, i got you." caitlyn fully bit down on vi's neck this time, eyes rolling back at the sweet taste of blood on her tongue. she couldn't help but moan against vi's neck as she drank.

almost as soon as vi felt caitlyn's canines dig into her neck, her body tensed and she came. she hardly had time to feel it before it happened, but she tightened her grip on caitlyn's hair and held her close. caitlyn stopped moving her hips, and once she was done drinking from vi's neck, she pulled back a little. she took her time licking over the bite to soothe it and wait for vi to come back to herself.

"god, that was..." vi shook her head, removing her hand from caitlyn's hair. she took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself.

"incredible? i know." caitlyn finishes for her, sitting up and wiping her mouth. "you feel better now that you got what you wanted?" she asked, teasing a little.

"i feel great. you're the best girlfriend i could ask for." vi giggles, sitting up. she gasped at the shift in caitlyn's strap as she moved, immediately stilling. "do you wanna deal with this? i'd like to get cleaned up."

"yeah, yeah, i got it. let's get you in the shower, darling."

a/n: i lowkey really hate this ngl, this was my first time writing a fic with a strap and i was trying to keep it on track with the idea i had while also making sure i incorporated that too?? i did my best to keep it balanced, i apologize if it sounds awkward or stilted or anything!! i'll get better the more i do this <3

[ffiolette]

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dom!cait overstimulating her pretty girl with one of her toys

fingering cait and making her shake like this

getting back at cait with another of her fancy toys

eating cait's pussy for the first time

cait playing with your nipples

just "making out" with bsf!cait

cait torturing you with her toys pt2

playing with bsf!cait's pretty pussy after finishing your skincare together

taking cait's strap for the first time

cait teasing you

playing with cait's boobies

fingering cait after she's had a long day at work

cait rubbing your pussies together

sucking on caitlyn's tits

cait taking the lead

showering with cait and accidentally getting distracted

you saw cait in her pretty nightgown and just couldn't help yourself

admiring her ass while she sits on your strap

edging cait like this

pt2 of cait in her pretty red nightgown

you and cait getting a little carried away while choosing your outfits for the day

ffiolette

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[superobservationdreamwitch]

Imagine you and Caitlyn in bed. You're laying on your back with your legs pushed up to your chest and spread.

She's turned away from you, but only sideways, her legs are slotted between yours as she's above you, riding a double-ended dildo while whimpering and moaning.

You're breathless, gasping her name in pure bliss as each up and down motion makes the double-ended dildo thrust into your cunt, hitting your cervix, and her clit bumping against your own each time she descends.

You're delirious from the overstimulation from having cum so many times around the toy. You're both sweaty, panting messes by the time you finish, Caitlyn barely able to hold herself up as she lifts herself from atop of you.

You both whimper as she pulls the toy from your bodies before she finally collapses at your side, kissing your neck with soft butterfly kisses before you lean down and kiss her. You both whisper soft 'I love you's and sweet nothings to each other as you fall asleep.

[fayesia]

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[mommykye]

back to bed

g!p!caitlynkiramman x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, caitlyn has a dick, cursing, men/minors DNI

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The sliver of moonlight, a razor-thin blade of unexpected brilliance, bisected the heavy, wine-dark velvet curtains. It carved a stark, alabaster line across the otherwise impenetrable obsidian of the room, a sudden intrusion that felt almost violent in its sharpness. Within this illuminated corridor danced a myriad of dust motes, each a minuscule, ephemeral star caught in the silent galaxy of the bedroom air. The silence was a tangible entity, a profound hush that pressed against your eardrums, amplifying the subtle rustle of the silk sheets as you shifted your weight. A cool tendril of air, carrying the delicate, intoxicating perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the sprawling gardens below, brushed against your bare skin, raising a delicate constellation of goosebumps despite the room's otherwise comfortable embrace. You blinked slowly, your eyes protesting the sudden assault of light after the deep, dreamless slumber that had claimed you only a handful of hours before.

A tendril of unease, a subtle tremor in the placid surface of your sleep-drenched mind, began to coalesce as full awareness trickled back. You stretched out a hand, your fingers moving instinctively, seeking the familiar warmth and comforting solidity that usually resided beside you. The space was hollow, the linen cool and smooth beneath your searching touch, utterly undisturbed. Caitlyn. A tight knot of concern cinched in your chest, a sudden, unwelcome guest in the quietude. She was a creature of ingrained habit, a steadfast anchor in the unpredictable tides of life, especially when it came to sleep. Once she had settled into bed, the world outside could be teetering on the precipice of chaos, and she would remain a still, reassuring presence beside you.

You pushed yourself up, the luxurious silk pooling around your waist like liquid shadow. The intrusive moonlight now cast long, spectral shadows that mimicked your slightest movements, elongating your limbs and painting the familiar room in an eerie, unfamiliar light. The vast, silent expanse of the Kiramman estate pressed in on all sides, amplifying the stark absence beside you. Where could she be? Had duty called her away in the dead of night? A clandestine late-night meeting with informants in the shadowed corners of Piltover?

Slipping out of the silken embrace of the sheets, the cool air raising another wave of delicate goosebumps across your skin, you padded silently across the polished expanse of the wooden floor. Your discarded clothes lay in a soft, forgotten heap where you had shed them hours ago, but instead of reaching for their familiar comfort, your gaze snagged on Caitlyn’s crisp, white dress shirt draped carelessly over the back of a nearby wingback chair. It still held the faint, comforting ghost of her lavender soap, a delicate floral note interwoven with the faintest, almost metallic tang of gun oil – a constant, subtle reminder of the two distinct and often conflicting worlds she navigated with such unwavering resolve.

You picked it up, the smooth, cool cotton a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of the bed. You pulled it over your head, the oversized garment swallowing your frame. The starched collar brushed against your neck, the cuffs tumbled far past your wrists, and the hem reached a comfortable mid-thigh. It felt like a tangible embrace, a comforting piece of her in the unsettling stillness of the night, carrying her familiar scent like a whispered promise.

With a soft sigh that disturbed the profound silence, you padded out of the bedroom and into the dimly lit hallway. The Kiramman estate at night was a hushed labyrinth of understated grandeur. Moonlight streamed through the towering, arched windows that lined the corridor, casting intricate, geometric patterns of light and shadow on the richly woven Persian rugs that muffled your bare footsteps. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and beeswax, a testament to the estate's long and storied history, a scent that usually brought comfort but tonight felt heavy with her absence.

You moved with a quiet grace, your senses heightened in the oppressive stillness. Each minute creak of the ancient floorboards beneath your bare feet, each soft whisper of the night wind against the leaded glass of the windowpanes, seemed amplified in the echoing silence. You passed a series of imposing portraits of stern-faced Kiramman ancestors, their painted eyes seeming to follow your progress in the shifting shadows, their silent judgment adding to your growing unease. The only sound that dared to break the pervasive silence was the distant, measured tick-tock of a grandfather clock in the cavernous main hall, each beat a slow, deliberate pulse in the sleeping heart of the house.

Turning a corner, your breath hitched as you finally saw a thin sliver of warm, inviting light emanating from beneath the closed door of Caitlyn’s private study. A soft, almost imperceptible hum of focused energy seemed to vibrate through the heavy oak, a familiar aura that always surrounded her when she was deeply engrossed in her work. A wave of relief washed over you, a momentary respite from the gnawing worry, quickly followed by a familiar swell of concern. What could possibly be so demanding, so urgent, that it kept her hunched over paperwork at this ungodly hour?

You approached the door and hesitated for a long moment, your hand hovering just above the cool, polished brass knob. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you pushed it open silently, the hinges barely whispering in protest, and stepped inside.

The room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of a single oil lamp perched on the corner of her expansive mahogany desk, casting long, dancing shadows that writhed and stretched across the overflowing bookshelves and the chaotic stacks of scattered papers that dominated the space. And there she was. Caitlyn.

Hunched over the formidable expanse of her desk, her usually impeccably smooth brow furrowed in deep concentration, she was a picture of intense, unwavering focus. Her typically meticulously styled dark hair was slightly disheveled, loose strands escaping their careful arrangement and falling across her cheek as she leaned closer to the documents spread before her like a battlefield of ink and parchment. A half-empty cup of tea, its surface long since gone cold and a thin film of condensation clinging to its ceramic sides, sat forgotten beside a precarious stack of official-looking reports. The air in the room was thick and heavy with the mingled scents of aged paper, drying ink, and the faint, persistent metallic tang of gun oil that clung to her like a second skin.

She was so utterly engrossed in whatever held her attention captive that she didn’t immediately register your presence in the doorway. Her lips moved silently as she scanned a dense paragraph, her slender finger tracing a line of text as if to anchor her focus. The invisible weight of the city, the endless, suffocating complexities of its shadowy underbelly, seemed to rest upon her slender shoulders, a burden she carried with a relentless, almost obsessive dedication.

You leaned against the sturdy oak doorframe, watching her for a long, silent moment, a complex tapestry of affection and worry weaving itself within you. This was Caitlyn, the unwavering Enforcer, the relentless seeker of justice in a city that often seemed determined to resist it, even in the quiet solitude of her own study in the dead of night. But she was also yours, the woman who sought solace and warmth in your arms, the woman whose comforting presence you now so acutely missed in the cold emptiness of your shared bed.

Finally, as if sensing the weight of your gaze, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, she moved slightly, her eyes lifting abruptly from the sea of documents. A flicker of surprise, quickly followed by a soft, weary smile that tugged at the corners of her lips, touched her features as she saw you standing there, enveloped in the comforting expanse of her shirt.

“Love,” she murmured, her voice a little rough, a little husky with fatigue and disuse. “I didn’t realize you were awake.”

You pushed off the doorframe and moved slowly into the room, your bare feet silent on the worn, intricately patterned Persian rug beneath the massive desk. The oversized shirt billowed slightly around your legs with each soft step, the familiar scent of lavender and gun oil growing stronger as you drew closer to her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied softly, your voice still thick with the lingering remnants of sleep. “You weren’t there.”

Caitlyn sighed, a sound that spoke volumes of exhaustion and frustration. She ran a hand through her already disheveled hair, leaving a faint, almost invisible smudge of ink on her temple. “I’m sorry, love. This case… it’s become an unholy mess. The Zaunite chem-barons are getting bolder, their operations more brazen, their disregard for the fragile peace of this city growing with each passing day. And the Council… well, they’re more concerned with the delicate balance of trade agreements and the flow of coin than the festering rot that’s slowly consuming the Undercity.”

She gestured vaguely at the towering stacks of papers with a frustrated wave of her hand, the gesture unsettling a precarious pile that threatened to topple. “Look at this. The shipping manifests are deliberately misleading, riddled with inconsistencies. The witness testimonies contradict each other at every turn, each account a carefully constructed lie. And someone high up, someone with influence and power, is clearly turning a blind eye, perhaps even actively facilitating this poison. It’s like trying to piece together a shattered mirror, and every shard you touch cuts you.”

You reached the edge of the imposing desk and leaned against its cool, polished surface, your gaze drifting over the chaotic arrangement of documents. There were stark black and white crime scene photographs – grim glimpses into dimly lit alleyways and makeshift laboratories, the stark reality of the city's underbelly laid bare. These were interspersed with meticulously detailed reports filled with arcane chemical formulas that looked like a foreign language and coded jargon that hinted at illicit dealings.

“It looks… intense,” you murmured, your fingertip tracing the sharp, unsettling edge of a particularly disturbing photograph depicting a grotesque, almost inhuman figure contorted in a final, agonizing spasm.

Caitlyn nodded grimly, her gaze returning to the papers with a weary resignation. “Intense is an understatement, love. This isn’t just about stolen goods or petty theft, though there’s plenty of that to go around. This is about a new strain of shimmer, something far more potent, far more volatile, than anything we’ve encountered before. It’s warping the minds and bodies of its users, turning them into… monsters. And the flow needs to be stopped, choked off at the source, before it spills out of the festering wounds of Zaun and infects the entire city.”

She leaned back in her heavy leather chair, the aged material creaking softly under her weight, and rubbed her tired eyes with the heels of her hands. “I thought I had a lead, a solid connection to one of the primary distributors, but it turned out to be another dead end, another carefully constructed illusion. Hours wasted chasing shadows, following whispers that dissolved into nothing.”

Her frustration was palpable, a heavy, suffocating weight in the already thick atmosphere of the study. You stepped closer, placing a hand on her tense shoulder, your thumb gently kneading the tight, corded muscles there.

“Come back to bed,” you urged softly, your voice a low murmur in the quiet room. “You can’t solve the city’s problems in one night, Caitlyn. You need rest. You need to take care of yourself.”

Caitlyn leaned into your touch, a momentary softening in her rigid posture, a brief surrender to the comfort of your presence. “I know, I know you’re right. But I’m so close, I can feel it, like a faint vibration in the air. There’s a pattern here, a subtle connection, a thread I’m just about to grasp…” Her gaze drifted back to the scattered papers, her focus already beginning to slip away again, drawn back to the intricate puzzle that consumed her.

You sighed softly and moved a little closer, your other hand now resting on her other shoulder, mirroring your touch. The crisp fabric of her shirt felt cool beneath your palms, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her focused mind. You leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of her hair – a blend of lavender and something uniquely hers.

“Let it go for now, Caitlyn,” you whispered, your breath warm against her scalp. “Come back to bed. Let me hold you. Let me remind you what else is important.”

She made a small sound of protest, a soft groan of reluctance, her eyes still scanning a line of dense text. “Just… just give me a few more minutes, love. I just need to…”

You knew that “a few more minutes” in Caitlyn-time could easily stretch into another hour, a self-imposed exile in the world of crime and consequence. A different tactic was needed, a more direct appeal to the woman beneath the Enforcer.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you shifted your weight, stepping closer until your legs brushed lightly against hers beneath the expansive desk. She didn’t seem to notice the subtle contact, her concentration still fully absorbed by the labyrinthine documents.

Taking another breath, you gently pulled her heavy leather chair forward an inch, the subtle scraping sound of the aged wood against the rug barely audible above the soft, steady hum of the oil lamp. Her thighs were now pressed more firmly against yours through the thin fabric of her tailored trousers and your borrowed shirt, a spark of warmth beginning to bloom between you.

“Caitlyn,” you said again, your voice a little lower this time, imbued with a different kind of urgency. Your fingers left her shoulder and gently traced the sharp, elegant line of her jaw, your thumb brushing softly against her cheekbone.

Her eyes flickered up to meet yours, a hint of awareness finally breaking through the intense concentration that held her captive. “Hmm?” she murmured, her gaze still slightly unfocused.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned in and kissed her, a slow, lingering press of your lips against hers. Her lips were dry and slightly chapped, tasting faintly of stale tea and the metallic tang of worry. For a fleeting moment, she remained still, her mind still seemingly tethered to the chaotic landscape of papers on the desk.

Then, with a soft groan that seemed to emanate from a deeper weariness than just physical fatigue, she deepened the kiss, her own lips softening and parting slightly beneath yours. Her hands, still smudged with ink, came up to cup your face, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the tension that still radiated from her. The papers were momentarily forgotten, the weight of the city lifting ever so slightly from her slender shoulders as she surrendered to the simple comfort of your touch.

Breaking the kiss, you moved with a fluid grace that belied the oversized shirt you were wearing. You lifted one leg and then the other, slowly straddling her lap, your bare thighs now pressing firmly against hers through the layers of fabric.

Caitlyn gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise, a flicker of her professional composure momentarily abandoned, before darkening with a familiar, welcome desire. The grim reports and complex diagrams on her desk suddenly seemed very far away, their urgent pronouncements fading into the background.

“Love,” she breathed, her voice thick with a burgeoning arousal, her hands now sliding down from your face to grip your hips, her fingers digging slightly into the soft fabric of her shirt you wore.

You leaned in close, your chest pressing against hers through the layers of cotton and linen. “Come back to bed, Caitlyn,” you murmured against her ear, your breath warm against her sensitive skin. “Let me take care of you. Let me remind you what it feels like to simply be held.”

Her grip on your hips tightened, a silent acknowledgment of your words. You could feel the hard ridge beneath her tailored trousers pressing insistently against your thigh, a familiar and welcome sensation that spoke of a different kind of focus. A low growl, a primal sound that rarely escaped her usually controlled demeanor, rumbled in her chest.

“You’re… you’re being very distracting,” she managed, her voice a little shaky, a hint of a smile playing on her lips despite the protest.

You nuzzled your face against the curve of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating mix of her shampoo and oil, a scent that was uniquely and powerfully Caitlyn. “That’s the point, Enforcer.”

Her hands moved restlessly on your hips, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles before digging slightly into your skin. Her gaze flickered down to your mouth, then back up to meet your eyes, a silent battle raging within her between the relentless pull of duty and the undeniable tug of desire.

“There are… things I need to finish,” she said, her voice a little breathless, her eyes still flicking back towards the tempting chaos of her desk.

You trailed soft kisses along her jawline, down the sensitive curve of her neck to the pulse point beneath her ear, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against your lips. “They’ll still be here in the morning, Caitlyn. The city will still need you. But right now, I need you.”

Her head fell back slightly, granting you better access. You could feel the rapid pulse throbbing in her neck, a frantic drumbeat against your lips. Her focus was definitely shifting, the intricate web of her case beginning to unravel under the heat of your touch. The papers on the desk remained, a silent audience, but the intense concentration that had held her captive had waned, replaced by a growing heat in her dark eyes.

“This isn’t… exactly conducive to reviewing evidence,” she murmured, her hands now reaching up to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, her grip tightening slightly.

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her chest. “Is that a complaint, Enforcer?”

A small, reluctant smile, a genuine, unguarded expression, tugged at the corner of her lips. “Perhaps not a complaint, exactly.”

You pressed another kiss to her mouth, this one deeper and more demanding, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. Her lips parted willingly, and you could feel the last vestiges of her professional detachment melting away as she surrendered to the moment. Her hands tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with a newfound urgency.

The scent of ink and parchment still filled the air, a testament to her earlier preoccupation, but it was now overlaid with the heady, intoxicating aroma of arousal, a primal scent that spoke of shared desire. The dim light of the oil lamp cast long, intertwined shadows on the walls, the chaotic stacks of papers bearing silent witness to a different kind of entanglement, a far more intimate investigation.

With a soft groan that vibrated against your chest, Caitlyn shifted in her chair, adjusting you more comfortably against her. Her hands roamed freely beneath the oversized shirt, her touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. The case files lay forgotten, the city’s myriad problems momentarily eclipsed by the more pressing, more immediate matter at hand. The only investigation now was the mutual exploration of each other, a familiar and desperately needed distraction in the quiet intimacy of the night.

You tapped her hip, a silent, insistent demand for her to shed the remaining barriers between you. Her eyes met yours, a spark of playful defiance mixed with a burgeoning, undeniable desire.

With a sigh that spoke of both surrender and a delicious anticipation, her hands moved to the button of her tailored trousers, her gaze never leaving yours. The crisp fabric whispered against itself as she deftly worked the fastening, her fingers then sliding down to the zipper, its metallic rasp a sudden, intimate sound in the quiet study. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pushed the garment down her legs, revealing the soft cotton of her boxers beneath, which soon followed suit.

Her impressive length, already straining against the confines of the fabric, was now revealed in the warm, golden lamplight. It pulsed with a life of its own, a thick, dark veins tracing its length, a testament to her growing arousal. You could feel the heat radiating from her, a tangible manifestation of her desire.

Without breaking the intense connection of your gazes, you shifted your weight, your thighs parting wider, an unspoken invitation. The oversized shirt rode further up your legs, exposing your bare skin to the cooler air of the study, a stark contrast to the building heat between you. You reached down, your hand finding the smooth, turgid head of her erection, your fingertips tracing its sensitive curve, feeling the slick pre-come already coating its surface like a delicate dew.

With a slow, deliberate movement, guided by your hand, you lowered yourself onto her lap. Her breath hitched, a sharp intake of air, as you took her in, the sensation a familiar yet always breathtaking fullness, a deep, visceral connection that resonated through your core. You gasped softly, your hands instinctively finding purchase on her shoulders as she filled you, the intimate friction igniting a fire in your belly.

You settled onto her lap, the soft rasp of fabric against skin the only sound besides your quickening breaths. Your hands tightened on her shoulders, your fingers digging slightly into the firm muscle beneath the crisp fabric of her shirt. You began to move, a slow, rocking motion at first, savoring the deep connection, the intimate slide and release. Caitlyn groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your chest, her hands tightening on your hips, guiding your movements, urging you deeper, closer.

The soft, steady hum of the oil lamp on the corner of the desk seemed to blend with the increasingly rhythmic sounds of your bodies moving together, the aged leather of her chair creaking in time with your rocking motion. The scent of ink and parchment, the lingering aroma of her work, was now thoroughly infused with the musky, intoxicating scent of your shared desire, a primal perfume that filled the small study.

As your rhythm intensified, Caitlyn’s head fell back against the worn leather of the chair, her usually sharp, focused eyes now half-closed in pleasure, a veil of sensual abandon drawn across them. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, each exhalation a soft puff of warm air against your skin. You could feel the powerful thrusts building beneath you, her hips bucking against yours with increasing urgency.

“Love…” she murmured, her voice thick with passion, a raw, untamed sound you rarely heard. Her hands, no longer guiding, now gripped your waist, holding you tightly against her, as if afraid you might slip away.

You leaned forward, pressing fervent kisses to her neck, your hair falling around her face, a dark curtain obscuring you both from the silent scrutiny of the overflowing bookshelves. The urgency between you escalated, the slow, deliberate dance transforming into a frantic ballet of raw, unadulterated need. You could feel the potent power of her arousal building, the insistent pressure against your inner walls sending dizzying waves of pleasure through you.

Suddenly, her strong hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting you with surprising strength. You gasped, your intimate connection momentarily broken, before she shifted you expertly, your back now pressed against the cool, smooth, unforgiving surface of the mahogany desk. The scattered papers beneath you rustled and crinkled, a stark, almost comical contrast to the heated intimacy of the moment.

Caitlyn stood between your legs, her gaze locked on yours, her eyes blazing with an unrestrained desire that mirrored your own. Her hands gripped your hips, her thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin of your lower back, anchoring you to her.

Without another word, a silent language passing between you, she began to rut into you, her powerful thrusts driving you further onto the hard surface of the desk. The impact sent jolts of pure sensation through your body, each movement deep and demanding, stripping away any lingering pretense. You cried out, your hands finding purchase on her shoulders, your nails digging instinctively into the crisp fabric of her shirt for purchase.

The carefully stacked reports and arcane chemical diagrams on the mahogany desk became unwitting casualties of your escalating passion. With each deep, insistent thrust of Caitlyn's hips, the precarious towers of paper swayed precariously, then tumbled, cascading across the floor like fallen leaves in a sudden, violent storm. A half-empty inkwell, perched precariously on the edge of a stack of ledgers, teetered for a moment before succumbing to the rhythmic vibrations, spilling a dark, viscous pool onto a particularly detailed schematic of a suspected Zaunite chem-lab.

The rhythmic slapping of your bodies against each other and the polished wood of the desk echoed in the sudden, charged silence of the study, punctuated by your ragged breaths and Caitlyn's guttural moans, sounds that spoke of a primal need finally being met. Her hands tightened on your hips, lifting you higher as she drove into you with a primal intensity that banished all thoughts of duty, all remnants of investigation, leaving only the raw, visceral connection between you.

A framed portrait of a stern-faced Kiramman ancestor, perched precariously on a teetering stack of ledgers detailing generations of family finances, rattled violently against the wall with each forceful impact. Finally, with a sharp crack that echoed through the room, the aged wood of the frame gave way, sending the portrait crashing to the floor, the protective glass shattering into a myriad of glittering shards that mingled with the scattered documents, a sparkling testament to your unrestrained passion. Neither of you paid it any mind, your senses consumed entirely by the raw, visceral connection that bound you together in that moment.

The oil lamp on the corner of the desk flickered precariously, its warm glow casting wild, dancing shadows that writhed and intertwined on the overflowing bookshelves, mimicking the frantic movements of your bodies. The scent of spilled ink now mingled with the heady aroma of your mingled sweat and desire, creating a potent, intoxicating atmosphere that was uniquely yours.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched in her throat as she reached the precipice, her body tensing, her movements becoming shorter, more frantic, her powerful thighs trembling beneath your touch. You could feel the powerful contractions beginning deep within her, a series of insistent pulses that squeezed and released you with exquisite intensity. You cried out, your own release building rapidly in response, the waves of pleasure washing over you in dizzying succession, pulling you under their intoxicating current.

Her low growls intensified into guttural roars as she rode out her climax, her body shuddering violently against yours, her grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain. You clung to her shoulders, your own orgasm exploding through you in a series of intense, shuddering waves, your muscles clenching in time with hers, your cries mingling with her primal sounds. The world narrowed to the feel of her inside you, the taste of her breath on your skin, the frantic rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

Slowly, gradually, the overwhelming intensity subsided, leaving you both breathless and trembling, your bodies slick with sweat. Caitlyn collapsed against you, her weight heavy, her forehead resting against your collarbone, her breath hot against your skin. Her grip on your hips loosened slightly, but she remained intimately connected to you, the throbbing remnants of your shared climax still echoing between your bodies, a lingering warmth in the cool night air.

The silence in the study was now thick with the aftermath of your passion, broken only by your ragged breathing and the occasional soft sigh that escaped Caitlyn’s lips. The disarray surrounding you – the scattered papers, the spilled ink staining the intricate diagrams, the shattered glass glittering on the floor – served as a chaotic yet beautiful testament to the ferocity of your lovemaking.

After a long, still moment, Caitlyn shifted slightly, lifting her head to look at you, her eyes still glazed with the lingering haze of desire, softened with a deep contentment. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips, despite the smudge of dark ink still adorning her temple like a warrior’s mark.

“Well,” she murmured, her voice still husky with arousal, a low rumble against your chest, her fingers tracing slow, languid patterns on your back. “That was… certainly a more effective method of stress relief than my usual late-night tea.”

You chuckled softly, a wave of warmth spreading through you, a deep sense of satisfaction settling in your bones. “Sometimes, Enforcer, the most direct approach yields the most… satisfying results.”

She leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, her taste still lingering on your tongue, a potent reminder of the intimacy you had just shared. “Indeed. Perhaps we should make this a regular method of… case review. For particularly challenging files, of course.”

You smiled against her mouth, the corners of your eyes crinkling with amusement. “Only if all your cases are this… stimulating.”

Caitlyn chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her chest. She shifted again, carefully disengaging from you, though she kept you close, her hands still resting possessively on your hips. The cooler air of the study sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the disarray around you.

She looked down at the chaotic state of her desk, a thoughtful expression crossing her face, the remnants of her professional demeanor slowly returning. “I suppose,” she said slowly, her gaze sweeping over the scattered documents and the dark pool of spilled ink spreading across the intricate schematic, “that I should probably… clean this up.”

You reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of dark hair from her forehead, leaving a faint smudge of your own moisture on her smooth skin. “Let it wait until morning, love. The chem-barons aren’t going anywhere tonight. And neither are we.”

Caitlyn looked back at you, her eyes softening, the fierce intensity of a moment ago replaced by a tender, loving affection. “You’re right,” she sighed, a hint of weariness returning to her voice, but now tinged with a deep contentment. “It can wait. Everything can wait.”

She reached out, her hand finding yours, her fingers intertwining with yours, her grip strong and reassuring. “Come,” she murmured, her gaze softening further. “Let’s go back to bed. Let me hold you properly this time, without the distraction of paperwork… or gravity-defying acrobatics on my desk.”

You smiled, a genuine, heartfelt expression that reached your eyes. “Sounds perfect.”

[korn-dawg]

rough angry sex w dictator!caitlyn dawg…………

choking her while she’s on top, grinding her cunt roughly against yours with a hand grabbing at your hair and you’re both tossing out nasty insults

[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...

[caitlynsrighteye]

Our Secret

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Heir to the high social status name, Kiramman, should only be paired within the same class standard. Yet, she's fallen for (reader), a girl that is, let's say, not upper class.

Contains: Modern AU, fluff, smut with plot, secret relationship, basketball!G!P!Caitlyn wlw, fem!reader, cunnilingus, couch sex, car sex, almost getting caught, characters are 18+, in 4th year high school (old enough to fuck, but young enough for parents to still have control of their lives lol)

wc: 3.5k

Masterlist Part 2

Born into generational wealth with high status due to her parents' success in business and entrepreneurship. Caitlyn is expected to live up to the same fate, whether it's from her own success or married into another rich family.

That is what Caitlyn planned in order to please her parents.

Until her eyes landed upon you. Beautiful, nonchalant. The sway of your hips as you roam the halls of Piltover High. You were simply walking to your next class before the bell rang, but to Caitlyn, why did time seem too slow when her gaze averted to you?

You, on the other hand, did not bat an eye or spare a second glance. You paid no attention to snotty rich athletes. Especially one as popular as the navy-haired girl. Whom always seemed to have a new girl wrapped around her slim finger every week. She wasn't just the school's top basketball player she WAS a player, and you had no interest in being used.

She noticed you around more. During the passing period, the library, even sitting in the stands as you watch her team, play on the court.

Vi, your best friend. Practically grew up with each other along her sister and brothers. The redhead was also on that team you were cheering for. The game was going well with Piltover in the lead. Each shot Caitlyn took, she always looked your way to make sure you were watching (show-off) and surprisingly didn't miss a single one, like you were her goodluck charm (or maybe just being a try hard to impress you).

The team of Piltover Blue jerseys ran onto the other teams side, ready to score again. Vi passed up all opponent team players, dribbling the ball with skilled precision, ready to pass to Caitlyn. The tall athlete was ready for the pass, yet subconsciously glanced your way, and the ball being passed to her hit her straight in the head. The impact created an embarrassingly loud boing sound. While you watched too.

After the game, Caitlyn walked out of the lockerroom, icepack in hand was placed on her black swollen left eye. She saw you talking with your strong built friend. Before Caitlyn could walk away and sulk, Vi looked over her shoulder and called the girl over.

"Oye! Super star, come over here," said Vi. The blue-eyed player sighed and turned around slowly before walking in your direction. Her face was flushed. Not a clue if it was from the recent game or the embarrassment of you looking at her in her current state.

"We won, but at what cost?" The redhead laughed, patting Caitlyn on the shoulder. Caitlyn usually had this confident demeanor in her stance, but now her back was slightly slouched, and the hand that wasn't holding onto the icepack was cluthing onto one of her backpack straps.

"There was something in my eye, wasn't ready to- " she was interrupted by vi, "Yeah sure, Cupcake," Caitlyn scoffed at the nickname. Violet's phone dings as she gets a text message. "Oh, Powder's waiting for me in the car, gotta go, see ya later, pirate," she says, teasing Caitlyn. She nods in your direction as a fair well, leaving you and the tall player alone.

All was silent until you broke it. "Don't mind Vi, are you alright?" You chuckle in between your sentences. Her gaze leaves the floor where she is staring down at her untied laces. "Yeah, totally. T'is no big deal, didn't even hurt," she tried to play it off, even knowing that her eye throbbed against the coolness of the bag.

Looking back, you never actually talked to the girl, nor did you know that she had an accent. It was quite cute if you were being completely honest.

"So, uh, nice to meet you... cupcake?" She sighed before speaking. "You can just call me Caitlyn, please," you bit your lip, surpressing a laugh, ready to burst out.

"Alright, Caitlyn," the sound of her name rolling off your tongue sent butterflies to her stomach. "I'm Y/n-".

"We had bio together 2nd year," she blurted out, unaware of how she just happened to remember that in that moment. You stared at her with wide eyes as she let go of her bag strap to scratch behind her neck that didn't even itch, tugging on the small hairs that couldn't be pulled into a ponytail.

She stood there even more embarrassed. Where did all this awkwardness come from. It was usually so easy for her to talk to girls, but something about you made her knees buckle and stomach turn.

There was some small talk between the two of you before you realized it was getting late and you're still standing in the halls of the school. Caitlyn offered to walk you back to your car, and you obliged in appreciation.

-

For the next few weeks, the only messages Caitlyn waits and picks up for are yours. The both of you had grown fond of each other. Hanging out, at first, it was with Vi, but soon ended up with just the two of you alone. She would walk you to your classes, not bothering about the time she had left for passing period. Jogging towards your spot in the bleachers after games.

All the girls she was once in contact with were blocked on her phone. She only had eyes for you.

Months pass, and you finally give in to her flirtatious gestures. One study night at her place, you both laid on her queen sized bed. Your backpacks are sitting on the floor of her bed, binders and papers cover the end of her matress as you both were making out on her freshly cleaned sheets. Legs tangled with each other as you and her laid on your sides. Your arms around her neck as she has one hand behind your head, pulling you impossibly close, and her other roaming the curves of your side. You were both lost in each others grasp.

For so long, she dreamt of finally being able to touch you as she palmed herself late at night in her bed. And here you were, tongues exploring each others mouths, saliva strings connecting your lips to her plump ones.

So lost in each other that you almost missed the knock at her bedroom doors. The handle turned, and the door creaked open. You both pushed off each other. Your push was accidentally too aggressive as she fell off the side of her bed with a thud. The bed was angled enough from the door so that when Caitlyn's mom, Cassandra, entered the room, the blue-haired girl was out of sight.

"Hello, Y/n, do you happen to know where Caitlyn had gone off to?" Her poor mother, so polite. You are sat up on her comforter with homework placed in front of your lap. "She's in the restroom, Mrs. Kiramman," you say, hiding the fact that you're out of breath and your face is bright red like a tomato. "So, I see. When she comes back, please let her know to come to my office for a moment," The older woman closes the door behind her after you say, "Of course, maam".

After a long minute of waiting for her mother to leave down the hall, you crawl to the side of the bed and see Caitlyn on her back with her arm slung over her face, holding back a silent laugh. You both begin to laugh as you asked, "Are you okay?" You grab her arm to remove it from her beautifully sculpted features. Her deep blue eyes meet yours, and you're mesmerized. "I'm alright, thank you," she sits up, and before you can say another word, she pulls you from the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

-

Soon after, she takes you out and asks you to be her girlfriend, but with a boundary of keeping it a secret. The more people are aware of the newfound relationship, the more likely her parents would find out. It didn't bother you to the core, but it was different.

As if luck wasn't on your side, her parents almost always managed to catch you both barely while you work at each others bodies.

One evening, she invited you over for a movie night, and the next thing you know, you're pushed deep into the plush couch of her living room with your thighs squeezing around her head tightly, as she's kneeled on the floor with your fingers tangled into her luscious navy blue hair and your other hand gripping the cushions behind you. The Kiramman heir is talented with her tongue. Swiping up long stripes from your entrance to your aching clit. The sounds were lewd, wet and loud, of her ravaging your pussy that needed her mouth so badly. You've ever felt such ecstacy before meeting her. Feels as if the moment you two began being intimate with each other, she knew where to please you and knew what would feel good.

Your irises rolled back, and your toes clung to the fabric of her shirt. Your moans were like music to her ears, wishing she could have you like this always. Both her hands grabbed at your flesh. One giving special attention to the mounds of fat on your chest and the other thrusting two fingers into your pulsing heat, curling them at a certain angle that drove you over the edge.

The air felt hot and heavy. Caitlyn's dick was out free and soaked in your spit from your ealier oral attention, her tip rubbing against the cloth of the couch. She humped against it, creating friction she needed. All was well till you saw silhouettes of a man and woman outside the window curtains near the front door.

Through broken moans you panick, "Ah- Fuck... Cait," you tug her hair and she looks at you confused before turning to the door. She quickly, but carefully picks you up off the couch. As soon as your feet hit the cold floor, you felt like jelly. Bad timing for Caitlyn to take your ability to walk. She brought you over to a nearby closet filled with hanging jackets and shelves of shoes and shoved your clothes into your arms before giving you a quick peck to your lips.

She practically jumped into her sweatpants and tucked her spit-slicked cock into the waistband to hide her hardened length. Her parents' keys could be heard as it worked to open the large door. When the noble couple stepped inside, their daughter sat on the couch watching where you and her left off on the movie.

"Hello, Caitlyn," her mother greets. Her father was about to say the same before he sniffed the air and tugged to loosen the business tie around his neck. "Darling, what is that smell?" He says, looking around the room. Caitlyn, with a nonchalant look to her face while she lights a candle on the side table next to the couch. "Im not sure," Sweat threatened to slide down her temple. Her blue eyes darted to the closet door that you hid in. Mr. Kiramman walked in your direction to put his coat away. She never stood so fast in her life she thought she'd pass out. Walking over to her father, she guides him to a small table where she had put the mail. "Dad, I saw this envelope from earlier, looks important," she put the pile of mail in his hands. "Oh well, thank you, Caitlyn," he says before heading towards his office where his wife followed after him.

"Phew," she sighed, hurrying towards your hiding spot where you had your hand covering your mouth to shield your heavy breaths. She opened the sliding doors to your shocked state, worried that you had been caught. You were still naked, legs shaking with arousal dripping down your skin. She gently caresses your cheek, comforting a soft smile from your lips. You take her hand as she helps you out of the closet, bringing you to the closest bathroom where she had you sit on the counter and helped you back into your clothes. Unfortunately, you both blue balled that night.

-

There was one place where Mr and Mrs. Kiramman couldn't catch you and your super hot girlfriend, the backseat of her car in a dark empty parking lot being lit by the tall light polls. Being the offspring of two rich, important people, she drove a huge murdered out cadillac escalade. The windows were tinted, and the interior was expensive leather. The backseat was large enough and had room for you both to lay.

The sun had gone down a few hours ago. Caitlyn had taken you out to a nice dinner after her team had won a basketball championship while being mvp on the court. The gym was filled in cheers from the crowd, and her teammates shouted in victory. Vi ran up to Cait and lifted her off her feet to congratulate the star of the game. The restaurant was dimly lit by glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles placed on tables. The navy-haired woman was cleaned up, wearing a black pant suit with her hair down resting on her broad shoulders.

As you sat down, she wanted to be extra fancy by ordering wine, but she got ID'd for not being 21 by the waiter (buzz kill). She was romantic and knew how to bring your face to a bright red. Knew how to make you laugh and overall make you want to bend over for her. Dinner was good, yet unbearable with the ache between your legs. The two of you basically hurried out of there, almost forgetting to pay.

Now, here you are, both sat in the backseat, straddling her bare lap as you bounced on her hardened cock. Your bodies fully exposed to each other with goosebumps along your skin. Hands on her shoulders, as hers gripped your hips with bruising strength. Your lips were attached to her neck, sucking and biting the flesh, turning it purple. Her head was thrown back on the seat with her eyes closed tightly. You watched in awe how undone you've made her. Her face wincing from the squeezing pleasure you've given her. Causing you to gain the stamina to bounce harder on her.

Caitlyn was lost in the deep red sea of your pussy as you tightened around her shaft. Each bounce stroked her from tip to hilt repeatedly. Her cock was so deep inside, it kissed your cervix painfully, your clit making contact with her pelvis as you landed.

The windows were completely fogged over, with handprints scattering its area. Her car rocked with each movement. Both your moans overcame the music playing on the bluetooth. The claps of your skin colliding with hers rang in your ears.

"Ha- fuck," you moaned. Caitlyn was not paying attention. Her head was still thrown back as she just sat there enjoying as you rode her. You took one of your hands from her shoulders to tug at her ponytail, bringing her face towards yours. Her eyelids drooped, looking fucked out and exhausted. She crashes her lips onto yours, kissing you hard. The kiss was messy, and your tongues danced together. Saliva strings connecting you both together.

Your movements began to slow as you grew tired. As if energy was transferred over, her kiss became brutal. Tongue dominating yours to explore the inside of your mouth. Her body leaned into you to get closer. If getting closer was even possible at this point. She pulled away from the kiss to watch as your body moved.

Grinding down on her, her erection rubbed against your sweet spot deliciously. Her sapphire eyes stared onto your perfectly round boobs, taking one nipple into her mouth sucking it hard like a hungry babe. "Fuck baby, you're so good," she said, mouth full of your chest mounds. The grip on your hips started to get rough as she helped you move, getting your body to continue bouncing. The sounds of your moans against her ear and your wet cunt swollowing her long cock whole was obscene. Straight out of a porno.

She had never felt this good before. Never with any other girl she's fucked for her own enjoyment made her feel the way she feels in this moment. Never had one of those girls made her fall head over heels. She was in love with you and wanted only you.

Her mouth left your boob with a pop. With the remaining strength and endurance she had left in her, she lifted you. Without pulling out of your cunt to pushed you down onto the center console. Your body getting stuck between the driver and passenger seat. With a shocked expression on your face, you watched her smirk stupidly before her hips took off. Pounding into you with such speed and force behind each thrust till her thighs burned from the awkward position. Your body moved upwards with each stroke she gave you, and you winced in pain when your skin skid along the leather seats. Your fingernails dug into her shoulders, creating scratch marks ready to bleed.

Your moans grew louder, and her balls slapped against your ass. You felt evey thick vein of her cock rubbing your inner walls. The head breaking through you made you feel like you'd be split into two. "Ahh Cait! You're gonna m-make me fucking cum," you lifted your head to watch her dick disappear within you. Your eyes almost rolled back at the sight of her thrusting into you. Her forhead slick with sweat, bottom lip between her teeth, her boobs bouncing with each pound of her hips onto yours. She gasped, close to her nut bust she watched her dick print on your lower tummy. It turned her on so much more. Her palms pressed down onto where she could see her dick going in and out of you, tickling your g-spot from the outside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your velvet walls clenched onto her girth. She moan in unison with you. "Shit so tight. Wanna cum in you," her jaw tensed as you were clamped down hard onto her.

"Fuck fuck Cait!" You screamed. Squeezing her member hard, her balls tightened. You squirted all over her. Your hot fluids coating her pelvis. White cum burst from her tip and into you. Her strokes were slower, riding out both your highs. Long and deep strokes. Your body shook from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glued to you the whole time while she took control. She craved the faces you made while she fucked you into a mindless sack of flesh. Regaining consciousness from your high, your eyes locked to hers. She stood awkwardly over you, trying to catch her breath before pulling her sore cock out of you.

It's as if the whole world went silent, and you and her were at the center of it all. Your gaze lingered onto hers before following a bead of sweat down to her swollen glossy lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you pulled her in to taste the sweet padding of her lips. She sighed into it, feeling relaxed and loved within your grasp. Something she felt safe and vulnerable in.

The kiss broke, and she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sent of your perfume and sweat. She placed soft pecks to the hickeys on your neck. Kisses that lead up your jaw to your cheek, then reached your forhead. After one final peck to your hairline, she looked up to see the time on the dashboard screen.

She sighed, "It's 3am," she watched as your eyebrows rose and your forhead wrinkled. "Oh shit," you say. A smile widened across your face as you do your best not to giggle. Yet, failed once she began to laugh with you. It wasn't a hilarious laugh it was more comfortable and soft sounding. Like, 'Oh my gosh, we were so caught up in the moment we didn't realize how late it had gotten'.

"Mum and dad are going to kill me," she rested her forhead against yours. You chucked and said, "We'll come up with an excuse."

"I love you."

You stared into her eyes blankly. Surprised by the sudden confession. Her body lifted, just as shocked as you were before taking a deep breath to keep eye contact with you.

"I love you, Y/n," she said it more confidently. It's been months since you both began dating, and you've gotten to know each other for almost a year by now. Confessing love was bound to happen sooner or later.

Your expression relaxed, and a sly smile spread on your lips. "About time, cupcake," you teased. "Oh, you shut up," she laughed.

"I love you too, Caitlyn Kiramman"

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Note: IT IS SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE SMUT BC I JS WANNA WRITE BACKGROUND AND PLOT TO ITTTT AHHHH!

Also ps: i keep seeing hcs of Caitlyn loving to have reader ride in cowgirl position... and never see it in fics like i eat up that hc sm ugh, need to save a horse so bad🧎🏻‍♀️

Thanks for reading♡ lemme know what you think :)

[yameoto]

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you

tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k

they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.

tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.

"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."

"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."

this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.

"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.

"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."

vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"

caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.

then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.

oh, god. this is better than porn.

"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.

caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.

plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.

"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."

what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.

"is this your first time?”

"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”

oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.

“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.

"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.

caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.

"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).

"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.

caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.

vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.

"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.

you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.

"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"

you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.

you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“careful with her, baby.”

“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.

you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.

"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.

"you want to try?"

"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.

"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."

and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.

“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.

“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.

“god, please.”

[interneteclipse]

cait x VB

inspired by this pic of me in the summer !

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ MEALTIME ˎˊ˗ how they give head

⟢ characters : Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Silco, Vander, Vi, Viktor

⟢ warnings : non-specified genitals, head (reader receiving), possible wlw and mlm

˗ˏˋ STARVED ˎˊ˗

They give head as if it was their last time doing so. They're sloppy, getting you and whatever surface is underneath you two wet. Not only that, but they do not fear of getting too messy, in fact it turns them on even more. They'll eat you so long until they're satisfied, often leaving you overstimulated and sore afterwards.

⟢ Jayce Talis, Silco, Sevika, Vi, Vander, Viktor

˗ˏˋ TEASINGLY ˎˊ˗

They're a tease and probably have some sadistic tendencies. Whenever they find themselves having your privates in their face, they can't help but do everything to make you when and beg for them to finally let you finish. And if that wasn't enough, they take great pride in seeing you cry from frustration, even getting turned on by the hot liquid rolling down your cheeks.

⟢ Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Sevika, Silco

˗ˏˋ GENTLE ˎˊ˗

For them, giving you head is solely there to pleasure your needs instead of their own. Which doesn't mean they don't enjoy themselves of course, in fact they find seeing your pleasure contorted face arousing, knowing it's them who gives you all this pleasure and not someone else.

⟢ Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Vander, Vi, Viktor

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

caitlyn, who is shameless in pampering you and spoiling you. you deserve only the best, of course, and with her family luxury it isn’t as though the expenses will be missed by her parents.

caitlyn, who makes sure her purchases are going to good use by making you test out each pair of lacy navy panties she buys with her.

caitlyn, who indulges in a well-deserved form of stress relief in the shape of you after coming home from her new demanding position beside ambessa. who essentially gets pussy drunk after driving you past your fragile limits.

caitlyn, who takes advantage of her family’s spacious mansion to take you just about anywhere and everywhere should the desire arise. tobias still refuses to sit on the common room lounge.

caitlyn, who apologises for each hour she was away by punctuating them in kisses up your thighs before she eats you out. who takes you with the hunger of a starving woman.