#wlw cait

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[fshfish]

arrrcane

[caitsgaptooth]

No, because what do you mean Arcane has completely rewritten the rulebook on queer representation in media, and it did it so effortlessly that it puts so many other shows to shame. Like, how are you going to tell me this animated series—ostensibly a spin-off of a video game—has given us some of the most nuanced, unapologetically powerful sapphic characters ever without reducing them to stereotypes, side plots, or, worse, trauma porn?

Vi and Caitlyn? Their dynamic is ELECTRIC. You’ve got Vi, the rough-edged, fiercely loyal, scrappy brawler with a tender side that could wreck anyone emotionally, and Caitlyn, the sharp, principled, deeply empathetic enforcer with a heart of gold. The way their relationship is built on mutual respect and trust while navigating all the insane, tragic chaos around them? Literal chef's kiss. And not once do we get the tired, lazy "coming out" narrative or the "but what about the gays?" rhetoric. Their queerness isn’t the story—it’s just a beautifully natural part of who they are. And THAT is revolutionary.

And let’s not even stop there. This show handles gender like it’s been waiting for everyone else to catch up. Characters like Sevika, who could give you chills with her sheer badassery and gender-nonconforming energy, exist unapologetically without the narrative ever feeling the need to spoon-feed us explanations. It’s just there, woven seamlessly into the fabric of the world.

So many shows claim to want to "normalize" queer relationships or push the envelope, but Arcane has quietly dominated the space by just writing characters who feel authentic. Their struggles are about class, power, loyalty, trauma, not token representation or forced diversity. This show said, “We’re just going to make some of the most layered, compelling characters you’ve ever seen—and oh yeah, some of them are gay. Keep up.”

Like, the bar wasn’t just raised—it was launched into the stratosphere. What do you mean this level of representation isn’t the norm yet? Arcane said, “We’re not asking for permission to exist. We’re just existing.” And that? That is art.

[dogpawsswapgod]

Caitlyn .5 seconds after removing her top & applying the STUNNED status effect to Vi

[814519]

old women yuri (twt)

[solilokii]

this is so monumental

[lanschpaket]

Eyes

Arcane S02E08 Killing is a Cycle

Here a masterpost/gifset with focus on Caitlyn's and Vi's eyes in their cell block tango the lesbian sex scene

[soulwrencher]

imagine pitfighter!vi who makes her opponents swallow their pride and prepare to accept defeat when coming across her, no one dares to look her in the eye. that's just who vi is, but when she comes home to you and you're patching her up, taking care of her wounds and cuts, she struggles to bite down her wails. she struggles to sit still,

vi struggles to act tough in front of you.

you find it quite endearing, zaun's most feared pitfighter turns to wobbly pudding once you cup her face and stroke her cheek.

"good job," you say as you plant a kiss on her forehead. two words, and two words only are enough to make her squeeze her thighs together and sack her whole body into the bed.

"you're hot, cutie," she whispers, trying to play off the fact that you just made her pussy throb, so she glides her hands up your body and stops at your hips, in hopes to affect you.

"me taking care of you is hot?" you chuckle. vi nods, trying to hold up her tough act. but the second you catch a glimpse of her flushed face and puppy eyes looking at you, a beast unleashes inside you.

vi is a whimpering mess when you glide over her pulsating clit and play with the slick that's been gushing out of her. she looks so pretty gripping the sheets, vi looks so pretty underneath you. her back arches into your chest and she bucks her hips, "please," she begs. she wanted you bad, so bad that she starts to grind her cunt against the palm of your hand, wild grinding smearing her slick all over down your forearm, vi is desperate, her hole is aching for you. so you give in, how could you not when her pussy was glistening that pretty and she was moaning so desperately for you?

her chest raises against yours, she's whimpering into your neck as you slide in two fingers, she's already clenching around you. vi is looking through her lashes at you, eyes threatening to roll far back. "i won't let you cum yet." you pull out and trail kisses down her neck.

not yet? vi tangles her fingers in your hair and pulls you back up, nipples brushing against yours. she usually doesn't like using her body strength with you, but vi is aching for you, her cunt is pulsating for you to fuck her. so she gazes at you, eyes flickering between yours and your lips, full of surprises, you think to yourself. next thing you know she's devouring you, sloppy kisses and saliva trails when she stops to take a breath.

"please make me cum," vi begs, she's out of breath, still holding the back of your head. you catch a glimpse of a sly grin plastering her face as she nestles her nose into your neck. "please," she whispers once again, vi knew exactly how to get you weak. you scoff-laugh in response, kissing your way down town.

"don't beg me to stop then." you're in between her thighs as you look up to her and blow hot air onto her glistening clit. her hands immediately reach back, tugging on your hair and squeezes your head. you're not even doing anything but she's huffing and puffing, high-pitched noises escaping her pretty mouth, just how you like it, just how you like her.

vi might be the toughest pitfighter out there, but she's your pretty doll underneath you.

[sleazyjanet]

and they lived happily ever after (didn't they?)

[poummiee]

Chat how do I stop being a third wheel

[phantom-palace]

war is over.

[steemyart]

tense (more cropped stuff from other sites)

[fshfish]

my art became real HAHA

[flecker-illustrates]

Since this season is going to be the second and last season of Arcane, my dream of working at Fortiche at some point during the show's future might have shattered. Doesn't mean I'll stop drawing them though

And I'm excited about their future projects :)

Should I add Jinx's cloud tattoos around them, surrounding the 3 frames?

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: a lil short thing ab gf caitlin fight-fucking you with her massive arm guns because NOBODY TALKS ABOUT HOW HOT THIS CONCEPT IS??? like pls read i promise you'll become a sick fuck for this shit like i am after.

word count: 471.

author note: two drafts in one night??😫 ovulation was HEAVY when i wrote this one guys ik y'all finna be able to tell LMAO... (i was acc just fantasizing on google docs bruh)

Caitlin loved to fuck you like she was fighting you, asserting her strength.

You were struggling between Caitlin's legs, back against her chest with her bicep flexing tightly beneath your chin, restricting your breath as she held you firmly against her, thrusting her fingers into you with punishing speed.

“Feel good, baby?” she whispered, watching as you desperately clawed at her big arm, moaning breathlessly. “Mmpph! Fuck, I-I can barely breathe, baby, you're so strong," you gasped, looking up at her and sinking your sharp nails into her muscled thighs, feeling a dizzying mix of both pain and pleasure. And in a barbaric attempt to soothe you, Caitlin begins pressing urgent kisses to your jaw and cheek, startling you when she suddenly sinks into your neck predatorily, drawing a cry from your lips before she eases you with gentle suckles.

The sting becomes sharper when she unlatches, smirking against your new hickey as she says, "Wastin' all that breath screamin' and fightin'—better shut you up, huh?" her breath warm against your bruised skin.

The squeeze of her grip becomes tighter and you groan, your hand reaching up to tug on her ponytail as she moves inside of you inhumanly faster, breathlessly urging, "Give me your cum, baby, fuck yeah," at how you begin to writhe, trying to squirm out of her hold, but her strong, muscular legs hunch over your parted ones, keeping you trapped there, forced to endure her wrath.

She's relentless, felt pounding around every inch of your body—toes and nipples tingling, the back of your clenched eyes turning white, mind swirling like you're hypnotized, and tears streaming down your face at how overwhelming she is.

But she's stressing her words like she's really trying to entrance you, firmly commanding, "Give me your cum, c'mon baby, cum for me, please, cum for me." And the squelch and jam of her fingers are embarrassingly audible, gliding smoothly, your juices flowing down her wrist and onto the sheets below you.

The fact you still haven’t tapped out like you usually do is thrilling to Caitlin, the brunette feeding off your pain, hazel eyes drinking you in as you spill out, earning her victory yet again. "Yeahhhh like that, baby, cum on my fingers like that," she encourages proudly—and fuck, you do. Your body convulses uncontrollably, your little legs shuddering beneath her strong ones as she relentlessly bruises your G-spot, moans and ragged breaths escaping you as you surrender and release for her.

Like a pinfall, she releases you instantly and snaps back into girlfriend mode, gently asking, "Are you okay?" while holding you upright by your stomach. You feel spent, and she thinks she’s tired you out for a brief moment before you surprise her by jumping her, pulling her down onto the bed. "My turn," you declare, parting her legs. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: guys did i open your eyes to the vision of fight-fucking?? IF I DID PLS HOP ON MY TRAIN OF CONVINCING OTHER WRITERS TO DO THIS LMAO IM A VIEWER NOW I CAN SAY THAT

[megalomaniacz]

CAITLYN “KILLSHOT” KIRAMMAN 🏀 PT2

basketball caitlyn x cheerleader reader

pt 1

smut, top!cait x bottom!reader

“be my date to this party my friend is throwing?”

you couldn’t say no, not that you wanted to, but you really did owe her. plus, you had nothing to do this weekend but homework and sulking rewatching the same episodes of the same show while stuffing your face with popcorn, so you said yes.

she told you she’d pick you up at 9 and you were ready by 4:30. the anxiety of the night twisting your stomach into pretzel-like knots. you take a small breath as you leave your dorm and walk out to the front. it was 8:59 but it seemed like she’d been sitting there a while. you hurry to the car and get in her passenger’s seat, hands placed neatly in your lap.

“you excited?” she asks. eyes focused on the road ahead. you let out a small “yes” before she turns her music up and you both sit in silence on the way.

you show up to a house you’d never been to before. there were a couple parties you attended, but never one quite like this. the house was huge, it had the kind of staircase that was shaped like a spiral. there were free drinks everywhere, and the music was blowing from a huge set of speakers. you saw a group of people in the corner smoking weed, and even recognized your cheermates mingling in the kitchen.

caitlyn grabbed your hand and led you upstairs where it was a bit quieter. she opened the door to a room all the way down the hallway where two other people sat sharing a bottle. “hello everyone, let me introduce you to my new friend.”

“the cheer girl. i recognize you.” one of them says and it makes you wish you could melt into the floor. “be nice, vi, it wasn’t her fault.” caitlyn sits next to her, pawing for a drink. “whatever you say, cupcake.” vi responds, giving her the bottle. caitlyn then passes it to you, and you take a large drink, knowing this night will be long.

the night went on smoothly after a couple drinks. you’d left the room to go to the bathroom when you found yourself back downstairs dancing against another basketball player to an rnb song. you closed your eyes, feeling the music.

after thirty seconds you could feel someone pull you aside. the figure drags you to the bathroom before your vision clears and you realize it’s caitlyn. “what’s the matter kiramman?” you furrow your brows.

she seems angry, the type of angry people try their best to hide. you could see her face turning red and her knuckles turning white. she nearly talks between gritted teeth.

“why the fuck were you dancing with that witch?”

you take a very loud gulp. turning yourself around to face the mirror. her hands are at both of your sides so you can’t slip away, and you can feel the anxiety start to sober you up. “who was i dancing with? is there a problem with dancing?”

you can feel her growing angrier with you, her dress just above her knees. her heels making her tower over you. she turns you around and places a firm hand under your chin. “there’s a problem when you’re dancing with maddie and you came here as my date.”

suddenly you feel flush. your body growing weak under her gaze. that was caitlyn’s ex. how could you have not known? how embarrassing. you open your mouth to apologize, but instead, feel a push on your stomach. caitlyn steps back as you run over to the toilet and hack up a mixture of whatever you’d been snacking on to calm your nerves earlier today. she put a hand on the back of your head and began to shush you.

“i think it’s time for us to go.”

you couldn’t believe you were apologizing once again to caitlyn. how many mistakes were you gonna make to piss her off? she hushed you as she ushered you out of the house, sitting you in the passengers seat. five minutes into the ride you were fully sober, and realized you were not headed back to your dorm.

caitlyn pulled into the parking lot of her apartment, then opened the door to help you out of the car. you both silently walk up the stairs hand in hand until you reach her door. she unlocks it and you both walk in. all the lights are off except for a dim lamp in the living room and some leds in the hallway.

she slumps on the couch and you sit next to her. another apology falling from your lips.

“i’m so-“

“sorry? you’ve been incredibly sorry the last few days, but things don’t seem to change, huh? you keep embarrassing me.” caitlyn interrupts.

you feel your heart sink and your eyes begin to water. it was true, you just kept making mistakes. you were sure you’d be the topic of discussion tomorrow. caitlyn’s date dancing with her ex? how much messier can things get?

“i promise i’ll make it up to you.” you start as you notice her beginning to take her jewelry off. she unbuckles her belt and slips off her short black denim jacket. “oh yeah?” she asks, stretching her neck. you get closer to her, hands reaching out towards her face. “i’ll give you a massage. i’ll do your taxes. please…i’m so sorry.”

she leans in closer to you, a smirk on her face as she grabs yours and pulls you in for a kiss. you feel your heart beating faster, hands growing sweaty, as if the wind had been knocked out of you. her lips were so soft you melted into them. tasting hints of mint on her tongue.

when you pull away you catch a glint in her eyes. the way she’s looking at you now is far different than earlier. she bites her lip, pulling her hair out of her face. “you really wanna make it up to me?”

you nod your head, and she’s on top of you, straddling your waist as she kisses down your jaw to your neck leaving marks on your chest. you close your eyes, melting into her touch. the pleasure causing you to push your legs together. shallow breaths come out as she notices and begins to spread them apart with her knees.

“fuck.” you whine, feeling exposed. you were wearing an oversized shirt as a dress with nothing but tights underneath. she grabs at them, ripping a hole around your heat. when you open your mouth in defense of your tights, she shushes you. “i’ll buy you more.”

she then tugs your underwear to the side and latches her tongue onto your heat. mouth pushed into you as if you were running away. which you were, squirming under her stomach twisting pleasure. you could feel it in your thighs and your arms. the way her tongue twisted against you. her mouth sucking up your slick.

and as if that wasn’t enough, she inserted her middle finger, pulsing at your g spot. it causes you to cry out her name. “ca- caitlyn.” you whimper. she pulls away for a second to look up at you. beautiful blue eyes piercing through yours. as you open your mouth to say something else, she inserts another finger, cutting you off.

your back arches as you try to take it like a good girl. hands digging into her couch while you buck up into her mouth. her grip on you is tighter now. one hand fucking into you while the other wraps itself around your thigh pulling you in. you can’t help but cry out to her. feeling your climax approaching.

“fuck m’gonna.” you breath out. your hands tangle themselves in her hair, legs shaking as she has you seeing fucking stars.

you can feel the orgasm bubbling up when suddenly she pulls away from you, spitting on your cunt and sucking it back up before wiping her lips off with the back of her hand. she takes her fingers out, cleaning them with her tongue, and looks up at your poor pathetic face.

“now we’re even.”