#piltovers finest

[somewillwin]

Day 48 cleansing the #caitvi tl

(AU paused for today)

I *needed* to draw cait with a get off my sick t shirt ahjshshshjs ✌🏼😗

Kofi

[saascs]

kiramman officer

[meg-noel-art]

Mum was at work so Vi busted out the Cape™️for Corinne to play with 🧛‍♀️

[mason010]

Yo. The spice is warm this fine morning.

Piltovers finest

[rinstrumental]

i don't really like this but hey caitvi week day 6 !! vampires mmmm

[babysfirsthaze]

can we get a part two to the “pent up..” ekko x reader, where round two goes down but reader allows ekko to do what he pleases and go as roughly as he wants. w a bit of after care?

Pent Up... (Ekko x Reader cont!)

Synopsis: part two of this fic, y'all have a round two. Things get rougher

Content: slightly less vanilla sex, porn no plot, fem!reader, p in v, praise, breath play, degradation if you squint, unprotected, nutting inside, cmon guys do better that's irresponsible, aftercare,

A/n: this is not that kinky...idk it's rougher than the first one. I'm so tired I had the first half of this sitting in my drafts 4 like 3 days I did not wanna finish it sorry if the ending is ass. Anon I love you thank youu 4 the request I hope you like it:>

"Round two?"

You groan is response, one hand coming lazily to run through his locs. "'S late, baby," but he's already placing warm, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, absolutely not listening. His dick nudging against your tummy, of course he hasn't gone soft. "C'mon. You wanted me to fuck you, yeah?"

Yknow, maybe you can go one more round.

You bite your lip, and he grins, moving up to place a single kiss to your forehead before shifting positions slightly. Kneeling on the bed again, he scoops your legs up and begins to manoeuvre you how he wants. You end up with your thighs pressed together, both knees hooked over one of his shoulders, and he's leaning over you, a hand planted on the mattress to hold his weight up.

Then Ekko sinks into you, groaning softly at the feeling. You mewl, and he tuts, covering your mouth with his palm. "'S late, baby," he echoes back at you, just a little condescending, as he begins to rock his hips into yours, "Don't be loud."

He muffles your whine with his palm, and bites back his own noises, pressing his forehead into your shoulder again. He fucks you a little harder, this time– you got what you wanted, now it's his turn. He's not a very rough guy but it feels good to pound into you a little every now and again. So he shifts his knees a little, to get a better angle, and begins to pump his hips into yours.

"Shit," he grunts, his nails digging slightly into your cheek. "Pussy feels so good, so fuckin wet. 'S that for me? Yeah, princess?" He doesn't let you respond, just pressing his hand over your mouth, you can make vague, incoherent sounds that he shushes absent-mindedly. He's more focused on how good you feel, how wet you get after an orgasm.

He mumbles something you don't quite catch about not waking anyone up, and then he moves his hand– the skin between his thumb and forefinger pressed against your nostrils, restricting your airflow. The feeling makes your eyes go hazy, makes you clench around him.

He notices.

Ekko looks up, releasing what's caused this change. "Oh, does that feel good?" He grins, and fucks you a bit harder, a bit deeper – not moving his hand, like he usually would would if he realised you couldn't breathe. He doubles down, digging his hand into your face. You moan.

"You little freak. You like that, huh?"

You nod, head hazy, and he groans appreciatively, suddenly pressing his pelvis forward yours till you're taking him fully, rutting his hips into yours. The sensations feel overwhelming, you're not gonna cum but your whole body is tingling. Then he's pounding into you again, releasing his hand and leaving you gasping for air.

"Ekko, Ekko, Ekko–" the way you whine his name under your breath has him twitching inside you, dick throbbing and weeping arousal. The things you do to him are insane. He bites at your shoulder a bit, tugging the skin lightly between his teeth, his breath hot and heavy against you. He wants to moan, to make some noise, tell you how good you feel– but he can't, and it frustrates him to no end. He pounds into you a little harder because of it, the sound of skin against skin being the loudest noise to come from the ordeal.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, nuzzling into you, his teeth releasing your skin. His head feels like it's spinning, he could get lost in the feeling of you if it weren't for your noises and your touch keeping him grounded in reality. It's all you, you, you, he's consumed by it.

You know Ekkos close because he starts to get just a bit rougher, hips rocking into yours like he might never get another chance. He presses his hand over your mouth again, muffling your moans, and digs his teeth into his own lip, pretty eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He keeps going for a few more moments, and his orgasm starts with his head before spreading down his body to pool in his stomach and spill outward.

"Good girl, baby," he's already mumbling as he ruts into you, although his actions don't get much gentler. He cooes at you, hips snapped against yours and hand restricting your airflow while he cums deep into you. "Fuck, love this pussy so much, feels so good...you like that, baby? Yeah? Fuck, my pretty girl, so pretty.."

His orgasm subsides and he takes a second to catch his breath, moving his hand to instead gently a stroke your face. He pulls out, his dick softening, and shifts you so you're layed comfortably on the bed, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Was that okay? Not too much?"

You shake your head and he nods, one hand gently going down to soothe your thighs, the muscles shaking and quivering a bit. It's not often Ekko gets rough with you, only when he gets carried away. But you like it, and he knows that, or it wouldn't happen.

"Hold me?"

He nods, shifting so you're scooped into his arms. "'Course, baby."

Published on 19/2/25 by babysfirsthaze on tumblr

[renni-yu]

caitvi babes i know this is going to get me crucified but i gotta speak my truth: i don't like caits count fagula look that much and my unspicy head cannon is that in show vi wouldnt either-- I THOUGHT THE POINT OF THE LOOK IS THAT SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO LOOK GOOFY AF

[rin-moonlight]

Wolfwalkers Vi and Caitlyn because it's my favorite movie

[burnourwaydown]

All I Wanted

SUMMARY: Caitlyn and Vi are soulmates in every universe, and they get together in every timeline. Except one, where Vi died in the explosion at Jayce’s apartment. In that timeline, Cait grew up with a sense of emptiness in her heart, seeking something — someone — no longer present. Until one day, when an accident in Viktor’s laboratory sends her to another universe: a universe where a Violet lost her Cait to the very same explosion.

preview:

In this timeline, Caitlyn had always felt… hollow. As a child, she couldn’t name it—a vague ache in her chest, a longing for something she’d never known. Her life was orderly, precise, successful. But empty. The kind of emptiness that made her stare at the ceiling at night, feeling the weight of something missing, though she never knew what.

She chased danger, justice, meaning. But the ache remained.

Then, one ordinary day, Viktor’s lab exploded. No one really knew why—some Hextech malfunction, they said. But Caitlyn didn’t remember the explosion. She remembered falling. And when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t in her Piltover anymore.

This Piltover was… wrong. The skyline was familiar, yet foreign, as though someone had repainted her memories with darker shades. She wandered, unnoticed, through streets that should have felt like home but didn’t. It wasn’t until she saw a girl that Caitlyn understood.

Violet. She can remember the name.

But not the Violet she’d never saw—this one was older, more scarred, her eyes harder, as though she’d learned to live without something vital.

When Caitlyn found her, Violet froze. The disbelief in her expression twisted into something Cait couldn’t quite name—confusion and fragile, desperate hope.

“I… do we know each other?” Caitlyn asked, though her heart pounded violently, as though her body knew what her mind did not.

Vi just stared, haunted, as though seeing a ghost. Because, in her universe, she was. But she was quick to mask it with a guarded expression.

“Do we?” Vi tilted her head, backing away, as though afraid Caitlyn might vanish if she got too close. “You do seem familiar.”

And Caitlyn, for reasons she couldn’t understand, stepped forward. Because even though she didn’t remember Vi—not truly—she felt it. The pull. The ache. And now, seeing her, she knew… this was what she’d been missing. It had to be.

In every universe, they found each other.

Except this one.

But maybe… just maybe, fate was giving them another chance.

Hope you liked, cause this preview is not even close from everything I have planned for this fic. I’ll release this story on ao3 soon enough and I’ll drop the link here. xoxo

[synthetichazard]

A little kiss

[lofi-lemon]

Red and Blue

[real-hot-grl-shi]

I wonder if my moots occasionally block me when they see all the caitvi porn I reblog on my account.

My bad yall but u can’t blame me.

[jumiinx]

the offering ;; caitlyn kiramman x reader

cw: vampire!caitlyn, fledgling!reader, lots of blood, slight gore, horror erotica, pet play?, starvation, force-drinking, toxic yuri ofc, minors and men dni.

wc: 935

thank u to my bbg @fuckingcontactrecapshow for the idea :3

Everything hurt.

Your teeth and your gums throbbed painfully in your mouth, and your limbs felt like lead.

It didn’t help that you were chained like a dog. An iron shackle was clasped around your ankle, and it rattled every time you moved. You were nothing more than a pet for Caitlyn Kiramman. She turned you into what you despised the most, into what you feared.

You hated her for it. Or you tried, at least. It was hard to hate the woman who changed you, as the link between sire and fledgling was sacred, unbreakable. 

The moment she forced you to drink her blood, you became reliant on her. That was what usually happened, what was supposed to happen.

But you were so stubborn.

You refused everything she gave you. She would give you blood in a glass to begin with, to make the change easier for you. Something new burned inside of you when she did. 

Gore had never looked so appealing. 

Right before she was about to pour it into your mouth, you shoved her away. The crimson liquid spilled on the white rug she had bought for you. She figured these tantrums would stop eventually, as you had little choice.

Caitlyn would then be kind enough to give you animal blood instead. She remembered you were quite squeamish as a human. You were her creation now, and she wanted to be generous to you. Your shackled ankle kicked the goblet once more, much to her disapproval. 

In order to break you like she wanted, she would feed in front of you, making a show of her fangs puncturing whatever human had crossed her. The thick fluid would drip down onto her cleavage, staining the silk fabric of her gown and painting the once-white pearls red. She would lick her lips clean, before dropping the body in front of you. 

Caitlyn no longer cared for your comfort. 

You merely sneered at her.

𝜗𝜚

You woke with another pounding headache from the lack of nourishment. 

The ebony double-doors of your gilded cage opens with a slam. You weakly look up, your half-lidded eyes briefly glancing at Caitlyn before you slump your head back against the wall. 

This time, the elder vampire said nothing as she crudely dropped an unconscious human on the floor. With a scoff, you notice she avoids the rug and lets the body fall to the wooden ground instead. 

“I’ve grown tired of your insolence,” She hisses, her eyebrows furrowed together. “I will not have my creation starve herself out of pettiness.” Her pale arms cross over her chest, her index tapping at her arm.

“Pettiness?” The lack of saliva in your mouth made it difficult to speak. “That is-” 

The smell of fresh blood fills your nostrils. Your gaze snaps to the body, two fresh puncture wounds were on their neck. How thoughtful.

Caitlyn’s footsteps were light, but as she yanked the end of your chain, you could sense the irritation. 

For some cruel reason, you felt a slight pang at seeing her agitated. There was something pulling at you, forcing you to want her approval, her praise.

It was her venom that filled your veins after all. 

A weak yelp escapes your chapped lips as she pulls you across the floor. Your fingers tried to grasp onto the wood, clawing at the lavish tiles, only for your nails to chip pitifully.

“No-” You grimace as she tugs at the back of your hair and pulls your head back to face her narrowed eyes. 

“I have been patient with you for far too long.” Caitlyn mutters, her jaw clenched. “You want to act like a feral animal?” She shoves your head into their neck. “I’ll treat you like one.”

Blood smears against your cheek as you turn your head away, but her nimble hand holds your head down firmly. 

If you weren’t going to eat, she was going to force you.

“Open your mouth.” An order. The tone makes you shiver, that unknown ache deep in you wants to obey. 

You refuse.

“Go to hell-” The insult was her final straw, and her other hand pulls your lower jaw open, shoving your face down.

Not a single thought plagued your mind as the rich taste exploded on your tongue. 

It was unlike anything you’ve ever had before. Nothing compared to it, especially not from when you were still human.

Your hands go up and dig into the poor mortal’s arm as you greedily take their life force from them.

You couldn’t stop, not when your headache went away, not when your stomach stopped rumbling, not when your gums stopped throbbing. 

Your sire stayed behind you, petting your head instead of holding you down. 

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She murmurs condescendingly, grinning when she sees the color return to your skin.

“Mh..” You whine in protest when the delicious blood stops flowing down your throat. Your sharp canines bite into their neck, once, twice-

“It’s all gone,” Caitlyn shushes you and pulls you back into her arms. “There’s no more.”

You were delirious; your mind was spinning with a newfound strength. With a shake of your head, you turn to her. “More,” You pant, your lips caked with the remaining droplets. “Caitlyn-” 

She tuts, yanking on the chain. “Try again.”

You wipe off the excess against the back of your hand, your eyes bright with hysterical hunger. 

“...Mistress.”

With a nod, she lets go of the chain and goes back to petting your hair, her fingers scratching at your scalp soothingly. 

“Much better.”

𝜗𝜚

[ttwwiiissttyy]

would anyone hear me out if i said caitvi wrestler au ......

not like actual traditional wrestling, but the more entertainment focused one, yk?

i js cant get the idea of caitlyn being a wrestler w the ring name "cupcake" because that is how vi referred to her on social media before she got big. then caits fans were like "yk what hell yeah" and so shes this very analytical, stoic, and solemn character in the ring but shes called cupcake

[cabin-door-mask]

Y'all nobody cares but sorry I wasn't on in a bit

Werewolf vi this, vampire Caitlyn that, no no both vampires, cause…. Vampires ✨