#caityn

[padmaddean]

Vi & Caitlyn Arcane: League of Legends s02e08

[lomka77]

[the-useless-lesbians-hq]

I know I was born gay, but if I wasn’t the infamous Wall Scene is totally what turned me into a woman kisser

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Pride 2024 Key Art

Aside from being a great piece overall, the thing of note is the confirmation that Rell is either Bi or Pan, which while heavily hinted at now is certain.

[marskid11]

CAIT LEARNED THE PROTECTIVE ARM GESTURE THING FROM VI I CAN'T

[veronicainnit]

After all these years

Finally I have them all

[portals-posts]

Working on a few Arcane writings but...

[thelizardqueen1]

Fake Lesbians Caitlyn x Vi

Real Lesbians Ambessa x Sevika

[natsboygirlfriend]

oh god

[en4cer]

jaw  secretly  slacks  behind  the  tight  ,  thin  laced  lips  that  straighten  into  a  line  of  veiled  displeasure  . 

here  ,  caitlyn  stands  once  more  upon  the  side streets ,  glued  in  place  by  a  bitter  tinged  truth  :  there  may  actually  be  no  escape  in  the  cycle  .  who  knew  if  when  she  awoke  in  the  morning  she  would  wake  here  or  among  the  lilies  that  have  invaded  every  part  of  her  home  .  they were sickeningly  sweet  ,  and  she'd  grown  tired  to  their  scent  .

so  then  ,  maybe  she's  on  someone's  favor  ,  because  she'd  begun  to  miss  being surrounded by asphalt .

[padmaddean]

Vi & Caitlyn Arcane: League of Legends s02e03

[notaxxar]

I ALWAYS TRUSTED MY BABYGIRL CAITYN KIRAMMAN

[lunamonroeao3]

“I… I want to wash this off of you,” Vi says quietly, her lips moving against Caityn’s skin. And it must be the right thing to say because a cracked sob leaves Caitlyn’s lips. A dam fractured but not broken.

“ Please. ”

Vi nods again, pressing her lips more firmly onto Caitlyn’s shoulder.

“I’ll make this go away.”

Commission by the lovely @peachesartplace for Volcanoes. Fuck the leaks, spread the fan work 💕

[ghavrielthegabe]

Oh to be Vi and be in love with Caitlyn Kiramman.

Quick sketch because there can never be enough Caityn.

[teastyun]

༄ all bark no bite

arriving at Caitlyn's mansion after escaping the heartbreaking scene, her and Vi try to work out the last few months' consequences with a break of moans and thrusts in-between their fighting.

a/n: my hands slipped after finishing act 2 so here we go with an obligatory CaitVi hate sex scene until act 3 arrives 🥰

sitting in Caityn's master chair, Vi watches Caitlyn slowly break as she confronts her about the last few months. she's pacing the room as anger is brewing inside of her, until Vi says something that makes her stop mid-pace. she finally looks her into her eyes she furrows her eyebrows in disbelief at what Vi just said to her.

the tension is unbearably high for both of them to speak. instead, Caitlyn slowly walks towards Vi as her fiery, but blue eyes stare into hers. her eyes were about to slice Vi open, enhancing the trembling feeling of lust inside of her which plagued her as soon as they entered Caitlyn's familiar room. watching Caitlyn move in her tight trousers and marine top the whole fight already makes Vi want to rip all of her clothing off to see her fair skin. she wants to see it redden, the sweat pearling off and licking the salty taste off of the blue haired woman.

fuck, those eyes make Vi wish she wouldn’t have to deal with her wound across her abdomen as all she wants is to pin Caitlyn on the table in front of her. instead, Caitlyn rests her hands on each side of Vi‘s chair she’s sitting in. both feel each others breath on their face, but no one dares to move as their eyes never leave the other pair.

smirking at the storm that’s brewing between them, Vi says “i should’ve known that power riles you up,” her eyes finally leave Caitlyn’s as she continues, “how about fucking my face as i’m tied up by those rusty hand cuffs of yours until you’re spent, huh? i bet you would’ve-“

“shut the fuck up!” Caitlyn screams as her breath quickens and her eyebrows furrow. all the sugarcoating left the blue haired’s system as she feels her cheeks becoming hot. surprised, Vi arches a scarred eyebrow at her. Caitlyn closes her eyes to win her composure back, but Vi already leans in as she whispers,

“make me, cupcake,” her lips graze she shell of Caitlyn’s ear, “if i’m honest with you, i think you actually prefer me screaming out your name, Cait?” she pecks her ear before she leans back to watch Caitlyn’s reaction.

Caitlyn still eyes her with same, but even more fiery look in her eyes now. her eyes wander to Vi’s lips, which she kissed for the first and last time months ago before everything fell apart. she still imagines the way her lips felt on hers, moving, biting and the graze of her tongue.

she looks up into Vi’s icy blue eyes again before she did sth unexpected. her hands pull Vi off the chair as she throws her roughly in the table next to her, before she presses herself against her ass to fasten the handcuffs she managed to pull out just a second ago. she presses herself even harder against Vi’s firm ass as her back arches and her chest grazes Vi’s muscular back. “fucking tell me again on what to do and you’ll never be able to walk again,” Caitlyn growls in her ears as she feels Vi’s ass pressing into her core in an immediate response.

despite her action, Vi counters “all bark no bite, cupcake,” she turns her head as she tries to glimpse at Caitlyn’s face, but the only thing she manages to see is the woman on top of her pressing her firmly onto all the unfinished and overdue papers on Caitlyn’s table.

huffing, Caitlyn expresses a laugh as her fingers trail the pink haired’s muscular and tattooed shoulders up to her swollen biceps, before she intertwines her hands with Vi’s captured ones. “you have no idea who you’re talking to, do you, Violet?” she says as she grinds herself in a slow rhythm against Vi, who rocks against the table as her clit hits the corner of the desk with each slow thrust of Caitlyn’s hips. Vi desperately tries to suppress a moan slipping out of her lips as she bites her lower lip in pain and pleasure at the same time. her hands squeeze the slender ones intertwined with hers, but Caitlyn removes one hand as she trails it back until it reaches Vi's exposed throat.

"you wish i would bite you, though, wouldn't you?" Caitlyn taunts her as her hand mimics the motion of choking her by pressing the tips of her fingers into the side of her throat. gasping from the feeling alone, Vi's hands pull loudly with a clank against the railing her hands are cuffed to.

chuckling, Caitlyn continues her trail down Vi's torso as she cups her unsupported firm breast beneath. "tell me, Violet, did you imagine me when you fucked other women in your dirty pit downtown?" she asks her in a mocking tone as her fingers finally reached the clasp of her tight trousers.

clenching her teeth at Caitlyn's mocking, she mumbles "yea, and i imagined you fucking you in that said dirty pit's every corner until you shut your damn pretty mouth."

skilfully, Caitlyn opens Vi's trousers as she leans back to rip them down her legs with one motion, including her boxers. not bothering to pull them off of Vi's feet, she grabs her hips with her strong fingers as she makes Vi arch her back. mesmerised by the sight of her dripping cunt, she presses her own clothed cunt against it as Vi finally moans beneath her.

leaning over with a grinding motion, she whispers "we'll see about who gets fucked," before she leans back again to slip her fingers between the wet folds of the woman beneath her.

panting, Vi's hands pull on the cuffs again as two of Caitlyn's long fingers enter her hole in a swift motion. Caitlyn is able to hear the audible squelching sound of her fingers as she enters Vi's soaking cunt, making her gasp at the experience. fucking her slowly as her other hand trails up Vi's back, she caresses those sore back muscles with her soothing nails scratching the tattoo lightly beneath Vi's shirt.

in comparison to Caitlyn's softness, Vi is a wreck beneath her as she urges her on to fasten with her hips meeting every thrust of hers. Caitlyn slowly quickens her motions as she adds another digit into Vi's cunt, which is pressing with every thrust against Caitlyn's clothed one.

"now, look who's being fucked now," she mocks Vi, who's cunt is dripping with every thrust of the three fingers inside of her. she's not only moaning anymore, but she screams her name as Cait's thumb presses against her pulsing clit. "and you fuck me so well, cupcake," she starts in a breathless tone as she tilts her head to see Caitlyn behind her, "is it because your filthy cunt fucked several others as i was stuck in a cage beneath your disgusting council?"

furrowing her eyebrows, Caitlyn decides not to answer Vi's question. Vi, on the other hand, was not having it. "at least own your mistakes, Cait," she rises her voice at the girls that's fucking her as Vi is about to malfunction, "and make me fucking come before i rip those fucking hand cuffs of yours to pin you down instead."

moaning at the roughness of Vi's voice, she quickens her motions as she finally bites into her exposed shoulder. screaming, Vi comes hard on Cait's fingers as her own thrusts stop in an instant motion. if she wasn't drowning in the pleasure of her orgasm ripping her open for several seconds, she would've heard Cait coming undone above her as she gasps from the feeling of the back of her hand hitting her own clit with every thrust into Vi.

masterlist

[plumeria1]

Nothing's better than a break

Masterlist

Note : Caitlyn won the last poll so here it is. I wrote it faster than I thaught.

Pairing : Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : Caityn need a break in her studies

Caitlyn had spent the week hearing her friends tell her that she should take a break from her studies and relax.

She had finally resigned herself and decided to take the envelope containing a gift voucher out of her nightstand drawer. It had been given to her on her birthday, and she had never used it.

Caitlyn went to the exhibition site and took a look at the services that were being offered. They were diverse, and there was something for everyone's taste.

While looking at the menu, she noticed that her friends had chosen the most expensive option, which included a two-hour massage. They had said she deserved to be the most relaxed.

Caitlyn managed to get an appointment for the following week and called her friends to tell them she was finally going to use their gift. They jumped for joy to see this workaholic finally decide to relax a bit.

The day of the appointment finally arrived, and Caitlyn, after checking in at the reception, was escorted to a booth to undress. She emerged, a towel wrapped around her body, and was invited to sit on the massage table.

When the assistant left the room, Caitlyn glanced around. The light was dim, and numerous candles were lit all around the room. In the air, she could smell a floral scent, which surely came from the incense burning on the shelf next to the door.

When she heard a knock at the door, she regained her composure.

-Come in.

She hadn’t spoken very loudly, as if afraid of breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

The door opened gently to let you in. Caitlyn looked at you. You didn’t seem much older than her—maybe one or two years at most. You wore the same uniform as the other employees, but she thought it suited you better. Her eyes paused for a second on the badge, where your name was inscribed and pinned to your chest, before finally reaching your face.

-Miss Kiramman?

One of the salon's rules was to always ask clients for their names to avoid making mistakes in the service.

-It's Caitlyn.

Caitlyn hated being called by her last name; she found it too formal, so sometimes, despite herself, she always corrected people.

-Alright, Caitlyn. I'll be taking care of you today. If the smell of the incense bothers you, I can put it out or change it.

-No, I quite like this smell; it feels like being in a garden.

Her remark made you smile. You always took great care in preparing the room before the clients arrived. Seeing the information in her file, you had tried to guess what she liked to make her feel most comfortable, and apparently, you had hit the mark.

You turned your back to her so she could lie down and get comfortable while you prepared everything you'd need. When you turned around, she was lying on her stomach, arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Her bare back was waiting for your tender care.

-Are you ready?

-Yes, we can start.

Caitlyn let out a small sigh of satisfaction when she felt the oil on her back and had to hold back another sigh when you placed your hands on her and began the massage.

Your hands were so gentle. You seemed to know exactly where to press to relax her. Your hands pressed on her shoulders, and at the same time, your thumbs pressed against her neck.

Only the sound of soft music filled the room. You had thought Caitlyn had fallen asleep, as it had happened with other clients before, but she started talking, indicating that you were mistaken.

-Have you been doing this for a while? Massages, I mean?

-I was only hired three months ago, but I’ve done several internships here. And you?

-Actually, I hadn't planned to come here. My friends forced my hand. They say I need to take a break from my studies.

You slid your hands lower along her back, just below her shoulders, and Caitlyn felt your nails dig into her hips—not enough to hurt her, but just enough to relax her even more.

-They're not wrong. When I was at massage school, I was so immersed in my books that I almost burned out.

-What did you do to relax?

-The glider.

-Wow, did it work?

-Yes, very well indeed. When you're up there, you don’t think about anything. You realize that worrying so much about studies isn't worth it because it's precisely because of stress that many people fail their exams.

Caitlyn nodded; that’s what had happened to a girl from her school last year.

She was about to speak when your hands pressed on a knot in her back.

-I'm starting to understand why your friends told you to come here. Your back is all knotted up.

Your thumbs made small circles on her back while pressing to relax her, which, judging by the little sounds she made, seemed to be relieving Caitlyn.

-You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Many people go through their session without saying a word.

-Really?

-Yes, and even though it happens rarely, some people also cry.

You saw Caitlyn’s head lift slightly and turn towards you with a curious look.

-How can people cry during such a pleasant massage?

-It’s quite easy to explain. When really tense or stressed people come for a massage, it relaxes them to the point where their emotions come out, and this often happens through tears.

-It must be strange to see.

You laughed a little as you remembered the first time it happened to you. You didn’t know where to put yourself; you felt like you had done something wrong. Fortunately, the person in charge of your internship quickly reassured you, saying that it could sometimes happen and that, even though it was rare, it proved you were doing a good job.

The rest of the session went very well. Caitlyn and you discussed several topics—your hobbies, your studies, and other things as well.

Caitlyn seemed disappointed that the massage was over. She confessed to you that she wished it could have lasted longer, but unfortunately, the two hours were up.

You offered her some tea before she left, and she thanked you with a beautiful smile, which earned her one from you. While you were tidying up the room, Caitlyn was leaving, but she couldn’t get you out of her mind. You had been so kind to her, and she still felt the impression of your hands on her back.

She finally decided to make another appointment with you. The secretary told her with a laugh that she knew Caitlyn would come back to you because you were one of the most sought-after masseuses.

Before leaving, she asked the secretary for a piece of paper, on which she quickly wrote a small message that she slipped, along with some money, into your tip jar, which was placed on the counter among those of the other employees.

As Caitlyn was leaving the salon to go to her car, she wondered if the message had been a good idea. Maybe you were just so nice because it was your job?

She was leaving the salon to go to her car, wondering if the message had been a good idea. Maybe you had been so nice because it was your job? Maybe she was just imagining things. What if you found her weird and didn’t want to see her anymore? She was about to get into her car when, as if by a twist of fate, she heard your voice calling her.

-Caitlyn, wait!

You finally stopped in front of her, slightly out of breath. You had run to catch up with her. She had been walking really fast.

-I forgot to give you this.

You handed her a small paper bag in the colors of the salon.

-What is it?

-A gift. We give one to all the customers who come for the first time.

Caitlyn glanced quickly and saw a small bottle that must have been massage oil and several tubes of cream. Then, she took out a small blue ball wrapped in plastic.

-And what is that?

-Oh, it’s for the bath. You put it in your bathwater, and it gives the water a nice color and a good smell.

-That’s very kind, thank you. You didn’t have to rush; I could have picked it up next week.

-Next week?

-Yes, I made another appointment… with you.

You gave a small smile, but inside, you were overjoyed. You had enjoyed massaging Caitlyn; she had had a real conversation with you. She hadn’t just told you about her problems, and her smile had brightened your day, which hadn’t started well.

-I can’t wait to be there then.

She finally said goodbye to you when she saw the time on her watch and reluctantly told you she had other things to do.

At the end of the day, Caitlyn finally returned home and collapsed onto the couch with the bag you had given her. She took the time to look more closely at its contents and saw that she had been right about the contents of the bottle and the tubes.

She took the bath bomb in her hand again and brought it closer to her nose, managing to smell its scent through the plastic. It was the same scent as the incense you had used during her massage. She wondered if you had chosen it yourself and if you had picked that scent on purpose.

She saw the bag next to her and noticed she had forgotten something. As she picked it up, she recognized the salon card and turned it over. Her eyes widened when she saw that you had left a note on the back of the card:

"I had a great time with you. I take my break at 1 PM and have lunch at the little restaurant across from the salon. If you’re interested, you’re welcome."

This little note from you made her smile. Maybe she had a small chance with you after all.

On your side, you had just returned home and were sitting at your kitchen table with your tip jar in front of you, the money forgotten for a few minutes already.

You were too busy rereading the little paper in your hands.

"I had a very good day, thanks again. If you’re interested, I know a place that makes very good sushi. Call me. Caitlyn."

She had left her number, and you could easily guess that the biggest tip had come from her.

You picked up your phone resting next to you on the table, saved Caitlyn’s number, and decided it was too late to send her a message but that you would do it the next day.

You finished counting your tips, and after a quick meal, went to bed.