#wlw arcane

[floralblur]

𝔘𝔭 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 。

5 minutes with jinx. nsfw 🩶

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“are you gonna tell me what you want or will you just keep staring?”, jinx probes, leaning on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. her eyes cut right through, like theyre the only thing in the room when you’re looking at her. she’s looking up at you and waiting for you to just say it, to give in and describe all the fantasies you have running around your mind, but for your last shred of dignity, you cross your arms and scoff.

“you know exactly what i want. i don’t even need to say it! you always love to play games with me so maybe i’ll just walk away this time…” as you start stepping backwards slowly. by your hip, you’re instantly pulled forward to her, transfixed in her hands, the edge of her metal finger pinching your skin. “call it whatever you want. but you’re not going anywhere. you’re mine. okay?” of course, you’re already wanting her to show you all the ways you belong to her, blushing and getting weak knees at the thought of it.

she stands up from the bed, spinning you and laying you down in a quick motion, getting on top until she’s straddling your hips. her eyes flash darker while she moves herself back and forth on you, creating friction in all the right places, her hands wandering your exposed, hot skin pressing indents into them with her nails, one hand on your waist and another around your throat. she leans down to adjust her position, breathing heavily, whining quietly. moving the hand from your throat, she shifts it to the crook of your neck to stroke your skin, reaching up in into your hair and squeezing. the gradual pain makes you arch up and moan a little more, but the feeling subsided once she stops moving, getting so close to your ear. “repeat after me, and if you hesitate, i’ll stop. got it?” in your lustful daze, you mindlessly nod at her request, itching to keep her grinding against your body, but that just won’t do. “repeat every fucking word,” tugging at your hair again eliciting a whine and nods of acknowledgement.

a devilish grin sweeps across her face as you look at her from below, awaiting instruction obediently. “i’m yours, forever and always.” this one seems easy, you repeat it back to her sweetly, unsure where she intends to go.

her voice gets even quieter next to your ear, as she says each word with the lightness of a feather, “i’m your slut and i need you to make me come right now,” halts you in your tracks for a moment. not because it isn’t true but saying it in words, out loud? you stutter out “i’m your-” before she starts mockingly tutting at you in disapproval, crossing her arms and sitting back up. “tell me how bad you want me to fuck you or it’s not gonna happen. my rules.” you try to get the upper hand by pushing your body up and moving your leg to get around her for leverage but she’s firmly holding them down, taunting you. “awww baby… dont try and cheat you way out of this,” causing you to groan in frustration muttering “fuck..” under your breath. “i know you could probably touch yourself and finish just by looking at me, but i won’t touch you,” she leans in to stare into your eyes, meaning every word - “i won’t have my fingers inside you, thrusting you until you’re drenched, while im biting your soft perfect skin if you don’t tell me you’re my dumb little toy.” she giggles uncontrollably feeling you squirm underneath her, relishing in the power she holds over you. “i won’t do anything you have wet dreams about if you don’t tell me you’re my whore.”

you’re still thinking which you should even say, but it feels so vulnerable to say out loud, whispering to dampen the feeling, “i’m your.. dumb little.. whore…” but yet she still isn’t pleased. jinx is oh-so particular. “nuh uh… say it with a little more need, or i’ll think you just don’t want me anymore. and you wouldn’t want that when i can hear you heart through your chest hmm?” with every word she exposes you more and more, and the more her nails clamp into your skin to stop you, the more desperate you feel to ease the aching of your clit, and through some gritted teeth you call yourself her toy with a little more conviction. for each time you repeat it, she moans to herself, starting to rub herself on you again, muscles tense and maintaining the pressure of her hands on your body.

“see? it wasn’t so hard to be obedient, was it? i’ve been a little brat but… you’ve been such a good girl so i’ll reward you now…” her hand creeping down your stomach and between your legs, through your underwear to your clit. her middle fingers slide in so easily you can hear it, while she whines with every thrust, occasionally taking them out to stare into your eyes with desire while she tastes you, soaking it up from the knuckle to the tip of her finger.

she continues working you down there with another finger this time, stretching you out and sending you into a frenzy a little more, biting the skin of your collarbone, pinching your stomach and whispering how wet you are, how good you taste. “you look so fucking good when you take me inside you, such a dumb puppy for me, moaning so loud,” and you’re nodding, moaning mindlessly for her, begging her to not stop, “p-please jinx, ngh, keep fucking me like that, i’m so wet and fucking needy, please,”, hands clawing at her back, running up through her loose wavy hair. the closer you get to finishing the more she notices and starts to slow down, forcing you to beg more and more. “so fucking mean, stop edging me, please just let me finish, please,” with tears in your eyes, overstimulated from being right there for so long with no reward.

she bites her lips and taps them with wet fingers covered in your cum, pondering what to do with you, while you writhe and grind any surface. ”hmm… i’m so mean? do you wanna stop then? because i can stop…” lazily licking the pads of her fingers. you start to move your hands down to yourself in desperation, causing her to move them away and hold them above your head. she’s arched back down to your body, your chests grazing each other��s. “don’t play games with me. i know how to make you feel good.”

she moves one of her hands down to your mouth, forcing it open, pressing her fingers to your tongue. “taste how fucking good you are,” closing your mouth and moving her fingers in and out, watching you take it from base to tip before sloppily kissing you on the mouth, with loud moans. her now wetter hand goes inside you again and the warmth of her inside you forces your body into overdrive, moaning into every kiss, begging for it when your lips aren’t touching. “oh fuck, i’m so close, mmf- please, i’m your dumb fucking toy, keep fucking me like that,” making her go faster and slower, changing pace for what noises she wants to hear you make, running your hand up and down her abdomen when she sits up. the longer she goes on the longer you cant take it, until you’re shaking and feel like the galaxies have imploded, your legs shaking under her body, dripping and sighing out of breath.

she leans down and kisses you softly around your face, on your lips and cheek, nose and forehead. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you,” and “you’re my everything” making your heart swell and you shy away in embarrassment.. but to be cherished like this? well it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

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i wrote this at 3am for a friend <3

[lorasdolly]

𝙰𝙶𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰

"Did I not tell you to remain outside, for the sake of—" Her words echoed against the walls as her gaze shifts onto you, her fists against the polished surface of the desk.

She was ready to yell another plethora of cruel words towards the servants who were insistent on bothering her till no end, but her jaw untensed and eyebrows visibly relaxed at the sight of you.

"Oh, dearest." She speaks with a softer tone, slumped over the edge with a sigh. Your frame carefully approaches her, cautious to not throw more fuel on the fire. Ambessa's tongue runs across her lips to hydrate them.

"Seems like there is something bother you," you spoke with the usual sweetness in your tone. "The servants had me rushed over here." A chuckle escapes your lips at the mere image of how they showed up at your quarters, distressed over Ambessa's inability to calm down.

"You always did have a sixth sense." Ambessa says, a slight exasperated edge. She hook her head, a dry laugh escaping her lips, no humor behind it.

Her demeanor shifted as you got closer to her desk, softening at the sound of your voice and sight of your presence. Her clothes were disheveled, hair was messy, along with the sagging of her broad shoulders.

Exhaustion took over every crevice of her usually stoic face. "Come here, sit with me, dearest." She intended to relax, and she thanked the servants for at least doing one thing right and sending her wife over.

You smiled at her insistence, the granting of permission to come in close like a breath of fresh air. You pick up your step, watching as she sits back in her desk chair.

A small smile graced your lips at the sight of your wife, even if she could have snapped at any moment like a lion at rest. You were getting dolled up once the servants came to fetch you for Ambessa like a chew toy, and you didn't have much time to finish getting ready.

Your figure stood between her legs now, hands on her shoulders as you patiently waited for any further word from Ambessa.

"Sit," she repeats, her deep voice slightly firmer. Her larger hands reach to grip your hips, gently pushing and pull you till you're seated upon her lap.

Her shoulders relaxed at the skin-to-skin contact, muscles untensing with a sigh. Ambessa's arms loosely wrap around your frame, legs parting slightly to help you comfortably settle upon her thigh.

Your hands responded in kind, grabbing her hand gently and pecking from her finger tips, down her knuckles, and to her wrist. It was a silent, intimate moment between you and your wife.

Your eyes shut gently, tenderly allowing the embrace between you and your wife to take place. It wasn't a stressful day for you, but truthfully, it never was.

Ambessa had ensured your life was easygoing, breakfast in bed to reading all day. The least you could do for her was give her time with you to calm down.

"Mmph," the warm and nearly inaudible noise left her full lips, enjoying the attention you peppering kisses across her skin. Her head rested further against you, burying her nose the crook of your neck and inhaling the subtle scent.

Teasingly slow, her hands slip under the hem of your dress. She slips them further to feel the warm and supple skin of your thumb. As she begins to rub gentle, soothing circle against the flesh.

You smile, your grip on her hand released. Instesd, you tangled your fingers in her hair. You accepted her touch and carressing, feet swinging off her lap.

Gently, you press a balmy kiss against her cheek, pink lipstick mark coating the small area now. She didn't notice, but you chuckled internally. Your fingertip now traced the kissy mark, feeling her hands everywhere.

"You look as beautiful as a painting perched on my lap here, dearest." She speaks as her nose nuzzles against your jawline. A soft grumble left her mouth while her calloused hands traced the expanse of your thighs.

She hiked up your dress, her noises raspy and tired yet hungry.

"A painting?"

Your fingertips continued to trace, now on her bulging muscles that can be seen from under her clothes. "Becoming a romantic the moment the exhaustion gets to you?" It was only a teasing jab, you appreciated her kind words.

It was also far from the truth. Even if she didn't express her romance through words, the worship and praise you'd receive physically was enough to create a show for it.

"I'm perfectly lucid," she retorts, a small smirk crossing her lips. "Can't a woman compliment her wife without any ulterior motives?"

Her hands were now located on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the malleable skin beneath her fingers. Her warm, chapped lips find purchase upon your shoulder blade, grazing the skin.

Throaty moans left you as your arched your back slightly. Her hand wandering towards your cunt made it harder to focus on trying to be enticing.

Now, rather than focusing on her, she was making it about you. Somehow, she managed to always flip the tables on you, making you a dumb mess on her lap sooner or later.

She traced your lace panties, breathes escaping your mouth not nearly as quick enough. Your lips continued to stay parted, hands tugging at her hair with ease.

"'Bessa," you murmured, slightly muffled by the long sigh you took.

“Mmm,” her voice is low, and a guttural sound that vibrates through her chest. Her touch becomes more firm, and you can almost feel the callouses on her palm as she strokes over your clothed flesh.

"Use your words for me, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, "Fucking touch me, 'Bessa. Please." You weren't thinking straight or ethically any longer, willing to say anything so she'd make you feel good.

Your reactions presented your desire for her, sweet little noises and squirming around on her lap. She didn't mind the fisting of her hair, truthfully she hardly even noticed when you hit her shoulder at an attempt to silence yourself.

“Good, dearest," she croons, the praise sounding almost condescending as she pulls you close. She holds your chin, her fingers gripping you almost forcefully as she tugs you so you’re facing her.

Her eyes, still tired and dark, meet yours, and without a word she pushes her knee between your thighs, and drags it against you. A silent demand, a command. Wanting you to work for it.

You moan in despair, but nonetheless start dragging your clothed cunt against her knee to satisfy your needs for a temporary moment.

You'd need assistance eventually, but for now staring at her pretty face and grinding on her tensing muscles would make do.

Your noises grew louder and so did her smugness, her hands starting to gently guide you rocking against her knee.

Her desires started testing her restraint, the need to snake a hand between your thighs and enter you smoothly from all your slick.

To distract herself from her own hunger, her hands now cup your face, and it’s only a moment longer until she’s pressing her lips to your own in a heated, almost desperate kiss. Despite her fatigue, her kisses hold a certain hunger and fervor that only she can display so quickly.

Her knee remains between your thighs, pushing with an amount of heat that only increases with every motion. Each and every gasp and whine that escapes your lips, only adding to the hunger.

You kept riding her thigh, grinding as you let the sloppy kiss grow deeper. You tried to put on your best performance in hopes she'd give up and fuck you straight already.

Your hips started stuttering, movements becoming messier as you needed a release that her thigh alone couldn't get for you. Normally, you'd beg for more, but the most you could do is break the kiss with a string of saliva and stare at her like a bitch in heat.

Her last thread of self-control snapped, slithering her hand under your lace panties and parting your folds. This suddenness caused you to wrap both arms around her neck, clinging like a vice.

She felt the arousal for a moment before plunging a finger in, feeling the velvety, gummy walls. She let your adjust and swirl the finger inside before adding another one, the wetness sufficient to fit both.

She stretched you out perfectly, curling softly into your g-spot. The slow movements made you more needy, bucking your lips down onto her hand, encouraging her to curl her digits quicker.

The way her fingers rammed into your g-spot made you dumber and dumber, nothing but her name and moans leaving your mouth like a chanted prayer.

Then she pumped her fingers in and out, your fingernails digging into her shoulder, surely leaving marks. A white ring coated her fingers every time she thrusted them in and out, signaling how close you were to cumming on her fingers.

Ambessa's "Come on, dearest. You're such a good girl, cum for me, make me happy." was all you need to wet her fingers further with your orgasm.

Slowly helping you ride your high, she pulled the fingers out and located them inside your mouth, allowing you to lick and suckle till they're freshly cleaned with your own saliva.

[just4jinx]

# cw ! fem!reader. sub!jinx. dom!reader. established relationship. phone sex/masturbation. dirty talk. jinx just really loves ur voice lol. rushed with absolutely no substance i just wanted to get smthing out <3

her name flashes across your screen, the sharp trill of your ringtone breaking the stillness of the night. it’s 1 am, too late for casual calls. you’re seeing her later, planning to take her out for a few drinks at her favorite bar, so what couldn’t wait?

still, you don’t hesitate. you never do. with a quiet sigh, you accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“jinx?”

no answer. just a breath—slow, heavy. then the faint scrape of her clearing her throat, the static of hesitation crackling between you. you shift, the sheets rustling beneath you as you settle in. “you okay?” your voice is soft and careful. jinx is a lot of things—loud, often reckless and impossible to pin down— but quiet isn’t usually one of them.

another breath, deep and shaky, rushes down the line. “yeah.” she says, but it’s a little too quick, too rehearsed. you dont push, instead you let the silence stretch, giving her space to fill it and perhaps give you a better idea.

“just missed ya.” she mutters, “wanted to hear your voice.” a slight innocent grin tugs at the corners of your lips, your free hand trailing up to sleepily rub your eyes. you imagine she woke up from a nightmare and was implicitly asking for comfort, or just hasn’t managed to sleep at all. regardless, you have all the time in the world for your girlfriend.

“so, how’d your day go, baby?” for a second, you swear you hear a faint sigh but you let it pass, throwing your head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as you wait. “good.” that’s all she gives you. she doesn’t sound upset, so why she’s being blunt is beyond you. before you can linger on it, jinx speaks again. “please tell me about yours.”

there’s a weight to it, a quiet plea tangled within her words. she’s hiding something, you can feel it. it’s clearly not what she says that makes your chest tighten—it’s the way she says it. low and drawn out, as though she’s clinging on to the sound of your voice and every syllable that spills from your lips. she’s desperate for you to fill the silence with anything. anything at all.

“well, you know, work and all that. it went fine but… i really missed you.” the words barely leave your lips before a sound filters through the receiver. a whimper, raw and unguarded, before everything on the other end of the line goes silent. it’s the kind of silence that hums in your ears. and then it clicks. suddenly it all makes sense.

“it’s okay,” you say, voice low and soothing, “let me hear you.” you can hear jinx’s mattress creak beneath her weight, her sheets rustling as she adjusts herself. your mind starts to wander, picturing her laying back all pretty with her fingers stuffed inside her aching cunt. or maybe she’s just giving her clit the right attention. you wonder what she’s wearing—if anything at all.

"mm, i'm sorry." jinx manages to say, a whine holding in her voice. she's always been a needy thing, always begging to be filled up, constantly desperate to get off—even if that means rocking her hips against anything she can get her hands on. your personal fave is when she's sliding her slick folds across your thigh with her face buried in the crook of your neck, mindlessly babbling about how good she feels and how much she loves you.

"tell me what you're doing." you demand, your voice unwavering.

"just... touchin' myself." you don’t say a word. you don’t have to. the silence alone is enough. jinx shifts, restless. she knows that wasn’t good enough. her breath catches in her throat, a couple soft moans escaping her. "just using my fingers. rubbing- ha, fuck.." you find it adorable how she's struggling, just wishing you were there to see her in person, to touch her, to make her cry from pleasure.

"so desperate. you couldn't wait until later?" jinx's wetness was not only coating her fingers but her inner thighs too, strings of whimpers and needy moans sending heat directly to your core. "i bet you're already thinking about it—having me all to yourself, cumming over my fingers or even in my mouth. god, you taste so sweet, you know that?"

another whine. higher this time, like she’s forcing it past her lips just to give you something. as though words are too much, too heavy, tangled somewhere in her throat. you could hear her pick up the pace and the obscene sounds that came from both her lips and her soaked pussy, a deep but shaky sigh escaping you before you could get the chance to stop it.

"nggff— want you so bad, please!" jinx cries out before a guttural moan echoes through the line. she's clenching over nothing now, practically squirming on her bed, desperately chasing her inevitable climax. "gonna, hah— baby, i’m—“

you dont even get the chance to encourage her to let go, a loud, strained whine rushing down the line and filling your ear. your name leaves her lips countless times, almost chanting it, choking out sweet moans that cause your heart to thump inside your chest. of course you tell her how well she’s doing, how much of a good girl she is, and how beautiful she sounds just for you.

you notice the sound of sheets rustling as jinx adjusts, slow and lethargic, as though she can barely lift herself. a whisper spills from her lips, but not because she’s trying to stay quiet, more like she doesnt have the strength for anything louder. “i love you so much.” its sudden but nothing unexpected, her voice shakily slipping through the receiver like she has her pretty lips pressed right against it.

there it is again, the creek of the mattress, jinx curling into herself with a deep exhale. a soft laugh follows, breathy, almost dazed, lightheaded from it all. you’re certain you can picture it—her flushed cheeks, unfocused pink eyes, the way she bites her lip like she's still lost in the moment. you tell her you love her back, a pleased hum reaching you from the other end of the line.

the silence that follows isn't empty; it's comfortable. both of you sink deeper into your pillows, letting the quiet settle, letting it hold you in a gentle embrace. but jinx isn't done listening. she's still tuned into you—your slow, steady breaths, the quiet rhythm of your existence. and without giving it a thought, she falls in sync, matching each inhale then exhale, like it's the only way to keep herself grounded. she doesn't say another word, doesn't need to. she just breathes with you, lets you guide her until the pull of sleep finally wins for you both.

[borderlesbian]

fuck the police

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FUCK the police

[strawb4kdior]

Cute and fluffy Caitlyn headcannons - dating her ⭐

pairings: Caitlyn Kiramann x FEM reader

a/n: here you goooo another cute headcannons :) you guys im on a fucking roll, two posts yesterday and today! im either super bored or very motivated

° She always keeps a spare blanket in her office for when you get cold.

° She gets flustered when you casually call her beautiful.

° Caitlyn loves brushing your hair, especially when you're relaxing on the sofa.

° She tries to act professional, but she always softens around you.

° Caitlyn can’t resist holding your hand when you’re out in public.

° She leaves little notes of encouragement for you, even when she’s busy.

° When she makes you tea, she always asks if it’s perfect or if you want more sugar.

° She gets a little shy when you compliment her intelligence or skills.

° Caitlyn finds it adorable when you get excited about the little things in life.

° She loves when you cook for her, even if it's just a simple meal.

° She’s always trying to find ways to surprise you with thoughtful gestures.

° Caitlyn will look at you in awe when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

° She steals your gloves when it’s cold, and you catch her with the most adorable guilty look.

° She’s always checking in on you, making sure you’re okay, even when she’s busy.

° Caitlyn insists on walking you home to make sure you’re safe.

° She secretly loves when you play with her hair, especially when you braid it.

° Caitlyn gets shy when you ask for her help with something and always does her best to assist.

° She loves it when you call her “Cait” or “My lady” but it makes her blush a little.

° She secretly loves romantic walks under the stars, especially when you’re with her.

° She smiles whenever you get excited about something simple like a new book or a cute café.

° Caitlyn likes to surprise you with small trinkets, like a flower or a pretty stone she found.

° She’s terrible at cooking but will still try her best to make you a special meal.

° Caitlyn gets protective in the sweetest way when someone gets too close to you.

° She loves spending lazy Sundays with you, curled up on the couch watching your favorite shows.

° Caitlyn blushes when you give her a compliment, even though she tries to play it cool.

° She’s always giving you little forehead kisses when you least expect it.

° Caitlyn can’t resist stealing a few kisses whenever you’re both standing near each other.

° She loves planning cute dates, like picnics or walks in the park, just to see you happy.

° She loves listening to you talk about your day and will ask follow-up questions because she’s genuinely interested.

° Caitlyn is a sucker for your sweet smile, and she’ll do anything to make you smile more.

° She gets super excited when you share something cute or funny with her.

° Caitlyn’s favorite thing is when you wear her clothes (especially her pajamas) because it makes her feel like you're hers.

° She adores the way you laugh, and she’ll do anything to hear it more often.

° She finds it adorable when you try to take care of her, even though she’s usually the one who’s protective.

° Caitlyn likes to hold you close when you’re watching a movie, especially if it’s one you both enjoy.

° She always makes sure to take you on special outings, even if it’s just for ice cream.

° She loves writing you little notes or letters when she’s away, just to let you know she’s thinking of you.

° She’s very thoughtful with her gifts and tries to pick something that will make you smile.

° Caitlyn loves when you ask for her opinion on things, even little things like outfit choices or books.

° She tries to hide it, but she loves when you cuddle her after a long day.

° Caitlyn sometimes gets lost in the way you look at her, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

° She loves holding your hand under the table when you’re out at dinner.

° Caitlyn will always make sure you’re well taken care of, especially when you’re feeling down.

° She’s a little shy about showing affection in public, but she always finds little ways to show you she cares.

° Caitlyn enjoys talking about your future together, imagining the little things you could do as a couple.

° She loves it when you sing along to your favorite songs together, even if you’re both off-key.

° Caitlyn gets really excited when you introduce her to new hobbies or activities.

° She’s a sucker for your cute little habits, like playing with your hair or biting your lip when you concentrate.

° Caitlyn gets soft whenever you do something kind for her, even if it’s just offering her a drink.

° She’s an amazing listener, and she always makes you feel heard when you need to talk.

° Caitlyn gets a little embarrassed when you compliment her outfit, but she secretly loves it.

° She’ll always walk slower to match your pace if you’re walking together.

° Caitlyn loves when you surprise her with something thoughtful, like a favorite snack or a special date idea.

° She loves sitting next to you in quiet moments, just enjoying each other’s presence.

° Caitlyn will play with your fingers when she’s bored or trying to focus on something else.

° She gets incredibly giddy whenever you leave her a message or text her just to say “hi.”

° Caitlyn loves giving you soft, lingering kisses on the cheek, especially when you’re having a tough day.

° She often offers to do little tasks for you just because she loves helping you out.

° She finds it adorable when you wear her jewelry or something she gave you.

° Caitlyn has a soft spot for giving you soft kisses on your neck when you’re not expecting it.

° She gets nervous before important events, but she always looks to you for reassurance.

° Caitlyn loves when you make her laugh with your witty remarks or playful teasing.

° She loves when you show affection in public, even if it’s just holding hands or a quick kiss.

° Caitlyn can’t resist buying you flowers when she sees a bouquet that reminds her of you.

° She always makes sure you’re comfortable before she leaves for work or a meeting.

° Caitlyn loves lying in bed with you, talking about anything and everything.

° She’s the type to bring you soup or snacks when you’re feeling sick or under the weather.

° Caitlyn gets excited about the little things, like finding a cute café or a new store to visit with you.

° She loves when you offer to help her with her work or projects, even if it’s just to be supportive.

° Caitlyn always tells you how much she appreciates you, especially after a busy day.

° She’s a sucker for your touch, and she’ll always reach for your hand when you’re together.

° Caitlyn finds it impossible not to smile when you do something adorable for her, like offering her a drink or a hug.

° She loves when you show affection through small acts of kindness, like making her tea or holding the door open.

° Caitlyn always feels like the luckiest person in the world when she’s with you.

[vauer]

Vi & Jinx x reader

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SUMMARY: no weird incest shit, just them fucking you

CW: fem!reader, crazy reader (i guess?..), smut, threesome, dirty, face sitting, tribbing, tit sucking, biting, marking, tears, blood, gunplay, knife play, choking, degradation(?), squirting, that's all I think

(HEAR ME OUT AND DON'T KILL ME PLEASE, by the way, English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes 💌)

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Jinx’s raspy manic giggle sounds right above your ear as her gun moves torturously slow inside you. Her hair tickles your bare shoulder, her nails slightly scratch your waist and you can't help but be overwhelmed feeling every cold metallic edge of her gun as she pulls Vi’s head closer to your chest with her free hand. Vi’s tongue swirls around your hard nipple, her irritated growl sending pleasant waves down your spine.

“Don't get carried away, Jinx,” she mutters, continuing to devour your boobs with the passion of a starved animal. You moan as her teeth sink into your flesh, but you're too dazed to realize how hard the bite was, too focused on the tugging feeling in the pit of your stomach, right where Jinx's gun is thrusting. The thrill, the danger were turning you on more than anything. Even the dull ache between your legs seems torturously sweet now as you're dripping all over the damn gun ready to cum in any second.

"Not yet," Jinx purrs, slowing her movements inside you. Her hot tongue runs over your temple, wiping away drops of cold sweat.

“Come on, dont torture her” Vi chickles, her hand slides down your body to reach your aching clit, rubbing it lightly just to bring you to the desired orgasm. Jinx pouts, but immediately forgets about it, seeing how your cunt greedily swallows her gun as you arch your back, feeling strong waves of pleasure that almost make you faint. The sound of the gun's safety release startles you out of your daze.

“Relax” Jinx laughs slowly pulling a soaked gun out of your convulsing walls.

The smell of sex fills your nostrils, and you have absolutely no strength to think straight. You let Vi place you down on the cold wooden floor. All you can do is whine desperately as she throws your leg on her shoulder and starts rubbing her wet folds against your throbbing clit, overstimulating you beyond limits. Your moans swiftly interrupted by Jinx’s pussy shamelessly squirming on your face. You pounce on her, feeling her sweet and salty juices on your tongue.She giggles loudly with pleasure, and you can only imagine her biting her lower lip deliciously in an attempt to be quieter.

Your mind goes completely blank as you feel Vi cumming on your sensitive pussy, letting out a quiet whine and making Jinx giggle mockingly. Then Vi’s strong hand suddenly slightly squeezes your throat, making you choke on your own saliva and Jinx’s wetness running down your throat. Vi’s mouth appears on your collarbone biting you hard enough to leave a mark and make you bleed. You feel a tiny hot trickle running down between your tits and she licks it off with a satisfied hum.

Vi leans down once more to eat your abused cunt out and you feel Jinx bending over your lower abdomen, holding something in her hand.

“I think my sis is thirsty, you know?” she murmured through moans which you licked out of her. Then you feel sharp pain in your lower stomach right above your pubis, as she starts scratching your flesh with a knife, drawing something. This, combined with Vi’s lips sucking on your clit, drives you completely crazy with fear and excitement. You desperately arch your back trying to escape pain and tortuous stimulation. Blood runs down between your legs and Vi gladly laps on it, eating you out with even more passion now.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as her fingers wrapped around your throat again. Jinx presses the knife into your skin harder making you choke and whimper. She feels your tears on her thighs and feels how you squirm in agony under her. Vi roughly bites your clit, and your plaintive cry finally makes Jinx cum. She needily rides your face and you feel her squirt on your tongue. You're so drunk and dumb with arousal that you drink every last drop.

Your mind is hazy with overwhelming pain and pleasure when Vi brings you to another painful orgasm. Then she bites on your lower abdomen as if adding the final word to the inscription “Jinx was here” carved there.

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P.S. Guys, stop texting that it's incest, because it's not. Like, they literally don't have any sexual interactions with each other here, hello???

P.S.S. Okay, it's useless, text whatever you want 💌

[petty-bby]

Rendered my Winter Soldier Sevika sketches 😈

[h3llgirl]

This happened all of season 2 right??

[asshu820]

art collab with my bro @i_love_kitties___ on tiktok !!!

her telegram channel:@sillyyelloww

[papirfecni]

snippet of the caitvi page i’m working on :^)

[k9effect]

Morning, Cupcake <3

Modern au Caitvi

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[Available as a print here!]

[prettylittleproblem]

PILTOVER’S FINEST // 6_teh

[lorasdolly]

Sevika/Ambessa with a chubby reader who’s insecure about their body while Sevika/Ambessa is literally begging for them to sit on her face/crush her head with their thighs.

-🦌

𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Sevika's hand ran down your nude body, reverent to every crevice and corner. You didn't mind her touch, but what she was asking of you was different.

Sevika waited for a response, her gaze occasionally shifting back to your eyes. When your silence become too unbearable, she spoke again. "Doll, I can't understand what goes through your head."

Your hands strayed away from her, staring intensely at her lips, imagining what it would be like to sit, to grind, your clit bumping against her nose.

Those thoughts were soon interrupted by her snapping you out of your trance once again. "Let me take care of you."

You were still silent, breathing somewhat uneven by following a pattern. "I weigh a lot." You said, nearly at a whisper and avoiding eye contact. You shifted on her lap, expecting a stern reprimand.

Sevika scoffed, offended at what that could imply. The soft spark in her eyes was prominent as she looked directly into yours. Her hand grabbed your jaw, firm but not hurtful. "I don't care how much you weigh." She assured. "I'm not weak."

You weren't calling her weak, no, you'd never say that. You were simply self-conscious about it. You feared crushing her, hurting her, even if it wouldn't realistically happen. Your curvy figure pressed against her abs, a slight bounce in the way you moved, not speaking a single word.

"Please, just sit on my face, doll." Her bluntness always caught you off guard, eyes widening and hands tightening on her shoulders. "You don't weigh too much on my lap, yet you threw a hissy fit the first time I asked you to."

She had a point. You freaked out the first time she patted her own lap as an invitation to sit on her thigh. You expected her to push you off rudely from the pressure against her lap.

Till you finally did it and she didn't even flinch. Her hands circled your waist like they did now, and you found odd comfort in it.

"Your lap and face are different, 'Vika. I'm gonna practically kill you." Your words were a clear over-exaggeration, but that's the scenario you saw in your mind.

She shook her head and simultaneously rolled her eyes. "Shuddup."

Her hands massaged the supple skin of your love handles and waist, staring up at you like a desperate puppy. "That'd be a nice way to go out, anyways." She spoke, an attempt at humor to lighten your mood.

Yet, all it did was encourage the worry in you further. You whined, hiding your face into her neck.

"No, no— doll, it was a joke." She whispered, hand tangled in your hair. "You won't kill me. Just try it, c'mon."

You hesitated, obviously reluctant to put your entire body weight onto her face only. "If you want to stop a moment in, then we do. Just please let me feel it once." The craving in her voice made you begin to give in, and the moment she saw a level of resignation in your features, she began to lay down.

Her face looked like it was inviting you to sit on it, so you adjusted yourself, hovering over her mouth and nose. Her tongue darted out, soaking itself in your folds.

Her hands soon wrapped around your thighs, bringing you down to fully sit on her face and a loud groan left her lips. It sent a vibration up from cunt and to your spine, subconsciously rolling your hips downward against her.

She suckled on your clit, guiding your hips to fuck her face.

Once you got more comfortable, hands tangled into her hair and guiding your own movements, her tongue became more messy, sloppy. Sevika moaned against your pussy, your pleasure bring more to her.

Her tongue darted in and out of your sopping hole as you grinded down against her, using her face to make you feel good. You had lost all sight of how much you weighed, completely lost in the sensation.

Feeling your high approaching, her movements increased in speed and your cunt clenched around practically nothing. You needed her to fill you up, push you over the edge.

Her hands that wandered around your plush ass moved to insert two fingers inside your cunt. She didn't pump them in and out, instead curling into your g-spot over and over again.

A knot tied in your tummy, unable to continue moving your lower half. She felt your orgasm crashing over you, her movements slowing down with the seconds after you cumming.

You got off lazily, placing your pussy on her chest, soaking it all the same. You sat there panting, staring down at her. Your thumb traced her lips that were all coated in your juices.

"Feel good, doll?" She asked, kissing your chest, sucking and leaving marks. She received a feverish nod, hesd now resting against her neck.

"Thought so."

[aoriiiir]

dreams

[jollymalt]

caitvi in the pirate au

[strawb4kdior]

~ PRISON WIFE II ~

pairings: vi x FEM reader

tw: alot of angst - im sorryyyy

summary: you go to find vi, only to discover where her feelings truly lie

a/n: hey darlings here's part 2 :)) also i was wondering two things: 1. Should I make a lil series of a different vi story?? 2. Should I write part two of Caitlyn x Rhea??

taglist: @ren-ren23 @aubs-243 @sweetbcgs 🫶🫶🫶

< part 1 part 3 >

The first thing you noticed when you stepped out of Stillwater was the smell. It wasn’t mold, sweat, or the metallic tang of blood—just fresh air. Something you had been denied for two whole years. You inhaled deeply, rolling your shoulders as the heavy steel gates groaned behind you.

You were free.

But freedom didn’t mean anything. Not yet.

Not until you found Vi.

She was supposed to do this with you. Serve your sentences together, bide your time, get out, and start fresh. She had promised. She had told you, over and over, through whispered words in the dark corners of Stillwater’s cells, her hands wrapped around your waist, her lips against yours:

"I won’t leave you. I swear it. We’ll get out together."

But she had left.

She had been bailed out by Caitlyn, the enforcer she always spoke about with that mix of admiration and guilt. You should’ve known. You should’ve seen it coming, but you had been blinded by her—by the way she held you, by the way she made you feel like you were the only thing keeping her sane inside those walls.

And then she was gone.

No letters. No visits. Nothing.

She had left you to rot.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you forced yourself to start walking. You had spent the last two years simmering in rage, planning what you’d say, what you’d do when you saw her again. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at her, hit her, or pull her in and kiss her like she hadn’t broken you. Maybe all three.

The streets of Zaun were the same but different. More rundown in some areas, better in others. You pulled your hood up and moved fast, heading to the one place you knew would have answers: The Last Drop.

THE LAST DROP

The bar was crowded, neon lights flickering above as people drank, laughed, and fought. The air was thick with the scent of liquor, sweat, and the ever-present stench of desperation that clung to Zaunites trying to survive.

You pushed through the crowd, heading straight for the bar. The bartender was a familiar face—some guy who had been working there since before you were locked up. You leaned over the counter.

"Where’s Vi?" you asked, your voice sharp, demanding.

The bartender gave you a once-over, his brows lifting. "Well, shit. Didn’t think I’d see you again. You’re out, huh?"

"Yeah. Now where the fuck is she?"

He hesitated, wiping his hands on a rag. "You sure you wanna do this? I mean, word is, she’s different now."

Your jaw tightened. "Where. Is. She?"

A sigh. "She’s in Piltover. Been living there with her little enforcer girlfriend. Working with the cops now. Fancy apartment and all."

The rage that had been simmering for years turned white-hot. Piltover. She had abandoned you for Piltover. For her.

You turned on your heel without another word, shoving past bodies as you stormed out of the bar.

She had some fucking explaining to do.

VI & CAITLYN’S APARTMENT

Piltover was too clean, too bright, too polished. It made your skin itch. The second you reached Vi’s apartment complex, you knew you were in the wrong place. Gilded railings, pristine cobblestone walkways, expensive lanterns illuminating the street—it was everything Vi had told you she hated.

And yet, here she was.

You pounded on the door. Hard.

A few seconds later, footsteps. Then the door opened, and there she was.

Vi.

Your breath caught, just for a second. She looked different. Healthier. Softer. She wasn’t in a prison jumpsuit, wasn’t bruised or bleeding. She was dressed in casual clothes, a tank top and loose sweatpants, her hair a little longer, her face clean. She looked… comfortable.

Happy.

The realization made something inside you snap.

Vi’s eyes widened when she saw you. "Holy shit."

You shoved her back, stepping into the apartment. "That’s all you have to say?"

Vi stumbled slightly but didn’t push you away. She looked stunned, guilty even. "I—shit, I didn’t know you were out yet."

"You didn’t know?" You let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "That’s funny, because I spent two years wondering if you even fucking cared!"

Vi winced, rubbing the back of her neck. "Listen—"

"No. You listen." You stepped closer, your voice shaking with anger. "We were in that hellhole together. We had a plan. And then you left me there."

"I didn’t have a choice!" Vi shot back, her own frustration bubbling to the surface. "Caitlyn got me out. She gave me a second chance. What was I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Yes!" you shouted. "You were supposed to remember what we had. You were supposed to fight for me, Vi. But instead, you just—what? Walked away? Forgot I existed?"

Vi’s jaw clenched. "I didn’t forget."

"Bullshit," you spat. "You never even came to see me. Not once."

She opened her mouth but closed it again, unable to argue. The silence was deafening.

Your voice dropped to something quieter, something more broken. "You told me you loved me."

Vi’s eyes flickered with something—regret, guilt, pain. "I did love you."

The past tense hit you like a punch to the gut.

You took a shaky breath, blinking rapidly. "Right. Of course. And now what? You love her?"

Vi hesitated, and that was all the answer you needed.

A bitter smile twisted your lips. "I should’ve known. Should’ve fucking known that I was just a mistake you wanted to forget."

"That’s not true," Vi said quickly. "You weren’t a mistake."

"Then why did you leave me?" Your voice cracked. "Why didn’t you come back for me?"

Vi swallowed hard. "Because I was scared. Scared that if I came back, I’d never leave. That I’d get sucked back into that life and never get out. Caitlyn gave me a chance to be better, and I took it."

You stared at her, feeling your anger start to crack under the weight of exhaustion and heartbreak. "And what about me?"

Vi exhaled slowly. "I didn’t know how to face you."

"You’re facing me now," you whispered.

A beat of silence. Then Vi stepped closer, her voice softer. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"You did anyway."

She reached for you, but you stepped back. She froze.

"I don’t even know why I came here," you muttered. "Maybe I thought you’d have some explanation that made it all make sense. But you don’t, do you?"

Vi’s face twisted with something like regret. "I wish I did."

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yeah. Me too."

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at each other, memories flickering between you like ghosts. Then you turned toward the door.

Vi didn’t stop you.

And that, more than anything, told you what you needed to know.