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pissed off sevika headcanons lol

CW: making Sevika mad (obviously), smoking, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, crying, AFAB reader

You pissed her off for the final time, your eyes going wide when you felt her human hand cup your face harshly, making your cheeks squish together.

“I suggest you be quiet, and maybe I’ll have mercy on you.”

You couldn’t help but to clench your thighs together, falling back provocatively when she let you go.

Obviously you didn’t want her mercy, so you decided act up anyways

Laughing a bit too loudly at the jokes of another person at the table, flirting with people at the bar, feeling up on Sevika when tempted to.

Obviously she ignored you, known for keeping her cool in much more stressful situations.

But, you were going out of your merry way to push her buttons.

With a sinister smile on your face as you sipped on your drink.

That smile definitely disappeared, when you hit the door.

Sevika blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, a gruff reminder of, “You know what to do,” leaving her lips.

Your body rushed in excitement (and slight fear) as you undressed, stretched, and waited on the bed as she finished her smoke outside.

When she finally opened the door to your shared bedroom, she didn’t look you in the eye as she went to the drawer.

You screamed in your mind, knowing that this would branch out in three ways,

First one is your form being tied up with velvet ropes, your arms and your legs being raised and bound, leaving the bottom half of your body to Sevika and her torture.

You braced for another harsh swat to your rear end, the pain spreading from your ass to that side of your lower half. “T-thirteen.” You stammer, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Another ‘smack’ rang through the air as another hit landed on your cheek. “Count louder.” Sevika commanded with a lack of tone. You obeyed her, raising your voice so that she could hear you. You groaned as she smacked your ass again,

“There’s no reason to yell baby, I’m right here.” She smoothed over your tender skin, before raising her hand and lowering it. “Ten more.”

Second one is having your hands held behind your back as her strap fills you up, without any movement.

You couldn’t help but to move, the way she felt inside you drove you crazy. You gasped when both of her hands roughly grabbed your hips; keeping you in place.

“What did I tell you about moving?” She grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you met her steel gaze.

You whimpered, trying your best not to buck your hips in response to the stimulation.

“Not to.” You muttered, voice breathy and desperate. She let go of you, tears stinging at your eyes from her coldness.

And the third one is railing you so hard you can’t feel any part of your body

You cried out, your stomach caving as you felt Sevika reach deeper inside you. You already came three times, two by her mouth, and one by her strap. You couldn’t help but to let out tears, your body feeling as if you couldn’t take anymore. Your body bounced at the timing of her harsh thrusts, you moaning loudly at the way she was stirring your guts with her thick strap. She kept her thumb on your clit, rubbing it in small, controlled circles. You heaved, coming closer as you felt your toes and fingers become numb. You couldn’t help as fluid sprayed from you, making your legs close and your entire body shake.

Sevika chuckled, grabbing your legs and spreading them open once more. The wet sound of your fluids bringing heat to your face.

“Since you wanted attention, I’ll give you as much as you want,” She said as she lifted your legs and lower half into the air before continuing her assault on your pussy.

Of course just know she isn’t actually angry at you

If she’s denying you your orgasm, she’ll let you cum (eventually)

Afterwards she’ll take care of you

Whether that be cuddling, letting you rest after drinking some water, or running a bath for you

She take her time smoothing over any bruises or marks, helping you rub any cream where you need it

And then she’ll become soft and remind you of how beautiful and loved you are

Author’s note: I’m writing this at 3 in the morning, thank god I take afternoon classes

#d writes🍦#sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane x reader #sevika♠️#arcane smut #sevika fanfic #arcane fanfic #sevika #nsfw🍰

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Your Mother's Bed | Sevika x Reader | 3.7k

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, oral sex, spit, some strap-on action, light spanking, a little bit of degradation, a tiny bit of angst at the end | 18+

You enter the Last Drop like you own it. It's one of the things that Sevika finds so incredibly sexy about you. Wherever you go, you demand the attention of everyone in the room. She pretends not to notice you, willing her eyes to remain trained on the cards in her hand.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. You should be in your date's apartment getting yourself fucked into the next week and not in some rancid bar filled with the smell of smoke and sweat.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Selvika watches your long legs extend from the slit in your tight black dress as you scan the crowd. Your upper lips curl as you spot the target of your wrath. Then, you stalk across the room with your strappy heels clicking against the flooring.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" you snap, agitated that her call cockblocked you.

Your red lipstick is smudged and faded, the lips beneath it soft and swollen. Your long hair is tousled and wild, no longer in the neat bun you had earlier. And surely, you are wearing your best matching underwear. Sevika's stomach tightens at the mere thought of having someone else undress you.

She ignores you, taking another swig from her glass. You bite your tongue, not wanting to make an unnecessary scene, but your patience is wearing incredibly thin with her. It's her turn, you can tell from the thoughtful pout on her face, and so you wait for her to pick a card. Sevika, of course, takes her time, going for a card and then deciding against it.

You clench your jaw, recognizing her familiar antics. You grab her jaw and force her to look at you. Standing gives you a height advantage, making Sevika tilt her head back to meet your eyes.

"You better start talking right now, Sevika."

She slaps your hand away, and you hiss as the sting spreads to your wrist. Pushing her chair back, she stands, easily towering over you. Calmly, she brings her glass to her lips and takes an unhurried sip, prolonging your departure unnecessarily.

It's clear that she has nothing to say to you and only ordered you here to fuck with you. The tension in your jaw becomes unbearable, and you inhale deep breaths. She still doesn't say anything to you, only watches you lose your composure. Her face remains hidden by the rim of her glass, and you aren't even sure if she's drinking anything. Annoyed, you rip the glass from her grip and drown the remnants of her drink.

"Fuck you," you say, placing the glass down with a thud. "Have a great evening, or don't; I couldn't care less."

"Where are you heading, babe?" she yells after you, throwing her hands up.

Already halfway across the room, you don't bother turning back around to face her. But, unfortunately, she knows how to get on your nerves and has achieved her goal of annoying you again.

You sway your hips and lift your hand showing Sevika your middle finger. "Your mother's bed."

The men at Sevika's table begin to howl, slapping their thighs as they watch the sour look on her face. She won't let you leave this quickly. There is no way that she will let you crawl in someone else's bed tonight. You belong right here on her lap.

"Sorry, boys," she says, discarding her cards and leaving her cigarette on the ashtray. "I got some business to take care of."

She catches you just before you reach the door. Walking past you with quick strides, she takes your wrist and drags you to her apartment. Uncompromising as you are, you dig your heels in the ground, making it extra difficult for her.

"Sevika, I'm not in the mood for one of your games."

She spins around and throws you over her shoulder with an angry grunt. You yell, slamming your little fists against her back. Empty threats ring in her ears while she continues her way to her apartment. You'd lie if you said her dominance didn't turn you on.

Throwing her apartment door open, she drops you in her living room. You huff determined to walk right back out, but Sevika has a different plan. She traps you between her body and the door, using her human arm to prop herself against the doorframe.

"My mother's bed, huh?" she asks, tracing your jawline with a metallic finger.

You move your face away from her touch. "Yeah, she's fucking me real good."

Her face darkens, and she squishes your cheek between her fingers. "Watch yourself."

"I love," you moan wantonly, pushing Sevika's buttons without thinking about the consequences, "When she eats me out after a hard day of work."

Her fingers twist into your hair, tugging on it forcefully. Your lips snap shut, and you close your eyes at the sensation. Sevika watches as your nipples become little pebbles and she arches a curious eyebrow. A claw hooks the front of your dress and quickly tugs the fabric under your breasts, revealing your lush buds.

"Naughty," she grins, and you force her hand away with an exasperated sigh.

Fixing your dress, you look at her through your lashes. "What do you want from me, Sev?"

"I heard you were on a date."

Humming, you tilt your head in confusion, wondering where this conversation is going. You study her grey eyes and the rigidness in her jaw, and then you raise your eyebrows at Silco's second-in-command.

"Don't tell me you were jealous."

She steps away from you, suddenly not liking your presence as much anymore. Rubbing the tension from her neck, she walks around the small space of her living room.

"Oh," you laugh, clapping your hands. "This is too good."

You follow her, unwilling to let her get away this easily after ruining your night. You had been trying to gain Sevika's attention for years. Still, she constantly refuses to even acknowledge you as anything more than a fuck buddy, and now that you are moving on, she has the audacity to be jealous? No, she doesn't get that right.

"Pray tell, how does that big fucking ego fit into your head?" you ask with venom dripping from every word. "How dare you act as though you have any ownership over me." Sevika stops dead in her tracks, nostrils flaring as she clenches her fists. "News flash, babe. I'm not fucking yours."

She whirls back around, burying one hand in your hair and drawing you closer to her. With controlled movements, she brings both of your wrists behind your back. Your chest rubs deliciously against her torso, and you suppress a moan at the tingles that shoot up your spine.

"You are mine, [Y/N]," she murmurs a hair's breadth away from your lips. "Don't lie to yourself."

She brings her head to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, harshly nibbling and licking your skin. You angle your head to give her more access, closing your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Yeah, am I also yours when you are knuckle-deep in one of Babette's girls?"

She grunts, copper finger hooking underneath the thin straps of your dress and pushing them down your shoulder. Of course, she never wants to talk about any of this, about the future of your relationship. The scariest woman of Zaun adores avoiding difficult conversations.

"Sevika, I want you to be mine," you whisper hoarsely, clinging onto your sanity as your dress pools around your feet. "I don't want to be just one of your many girls."

She lowers herself to her knees, pressing feathery kisses against your stomach. Her tongue darts out, tracing the spot above your black lace thong. Your hips jerk forward at the sensation, and she smirks at you through her lashes. Kissing further down, her hands fiddle with the straps of your heels.

"Do these few extra centimeters intimidate you that much?" you inquire, squinting your eyes at her with a teasing grin.

"No, sweetheart," she laughs, kissing your thigh. "I want you to stand comfortably when I make you scream my name in a second."

An unexpected blush rises to your cheek when Sevika winks at you, and the huskiness of her voice makes you squirm in anticipation. Her fingers work quickly in undoing your shoes, and you can't help the adoring smile that graces your features as you watch her. Once done, she taps your calf two times to tell you to step out of your heels.

Her palms travel over the back of your thighs to your ass, where she squeezes the firm flesh. Straightening her spine, she buries her face between your legs and inhales deeply, causing the blush on the bridge of your nose to deepen. Her nose brushes against your pulsating clit, and you can't help the shaky breath that falls from your lips. Tauntingly, she begins to move your panties down your legs. The entire time her eyes are trained on your face.

Once the last clothing item is removed, she throws your thigh over her shoulder, granting herself a better position to eat you out. Instinctively, you steady yourself on the bookshelf beside you, and your fingers find her hair, pushing her closer to your core.

Her tongue messily swipes over your entrance, dipping inside for the briefest second. She hasn't touched you in days and your body is overwhelmed by the feeling of having her close. Her nose rubs over your clit, and you throw your head back, panting like a dog in heat.

Sevika massages the leg on her shoulder, running her nails up and down your goosebumps as she watches you lose your reason over her teasing. You hold on to the shelf tightly, feeling weak in the knees as you tilt your chin back down. Her tongue travels to your clit, and she masterly circles the little bundle of nerves. She knows exactly what to do to make you see stars.

"Fuck, Sev," you moan, staring at grey eyes. "Yes, just like that."

You stroke through her hair, undoing the little ponytail she wears. You watch hungrily as her dark hair frames her face, and your heart beats painfully against your ribcage at her beauty. Biting your bottom lip, you close your eyes and move your hip in sync with her tongue.

No one understands your needs and desires like Sevika. No matter how many people get on their knees for you, no one can compare to her. God knows you have tried to fall for someone else, but your heart doesn't want to listen to your pleas.

Sevika's tongue quickens while alternating between sucking and licking your clit. Little does she know that the thought alone of her confessing to you is enough to bring you over the edge.

Your legs shake as you come. If your mind wasn't fogged by your orgasm, you would be embarrassed at how fast you just came for her. Sevika licks up your sweet juices devotedly before coming to her full height and letting you taste yourself on her lips.

You moan into the kiss, granting her tongue entrance. She picks you up with ease, and you wrap your legs around her waist as though it's second nature, and maybe it is. Sevika blindly carries you to her bedroom, dropping you down once her knees hit the bed frame.

Using your calves, she flips you onto your stomach. She kneels behind you and drags your hips towards her body. You simultaneously press your bodies against each other, and both exhale sharply at the feeling of having the other so close.

"Pretty princesses like you shouldn't swear," she purrs, grinding her hips against your ass. "Manners are so important in today's society."

You roll your eyes but don't object to her statement, knowing damn well the punishment that awaits you if you disagree. So instead, you focus on the feeling of her body rubbing against yours.

"Please," you gasp, feeling the strap in her pants. "Please, I need you."

What can you say? You haven't touched yourself nor been fucked in over a week. There is only so much you can take until you crumble, especially when the person in question is Sevika.

"Insatiable and so desperate for me," she whispers, nipping on your ear. "Go ahead then, undress me."

You turn around swiftly and begin to open her shirt, uncovering her beautiful skin beneath the dark fabric. She's made up of muscles upon muscles, yet, as you brush the shirt off her shoulders, her skin is the softest thing you have ever felt. Unable to help yourself, you lean forward and pepper her chest with kisses, tongue tracing over your favorite spots. Sevika sighs heavily, closing her eyes and allowing you to explore her body for the umpteenth time.

You grow restless as you continuously fail to open her leather belt. She chuckles at the cute pout on your lips and brushes a curl behind your ear. You are always impatient, and it doesn't surprise her how rash you can be. Prying your hands off her pants, she unbuckles her belt and unbuttons her pants, sliding them down her thigh. When your favorite strap is revealed, you lick your lips with a pleased hum.

Sevika's claws dig into your cheek as she forces your head back. "Open."

It's a simple command that you have heard so many times, and you immediately obey her order. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and wait like a good girl for her to finish the familiar move. Leaning her head over yours, she puckers her lips and lets a string of spit fall on your tongue. Your eyes glimmer as she licks her lips and watches you swallow.

"Go ahead," she rasps, eyes flickering to the toy. "Show me how badly you want this."

If you had a tail, you would wag it right now because, in moments like these, there is nothing on your mind but to please Sevika. She could ask you to jump from a building, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. Jinx once said that you get hearty eyes whenever the arrogant woman enters the same room as you, and maybe she isn't wrong about that.

She groans, holding your hair back as you take her strap in your mouth. "You are doing so good, pretty girl."

You hollow your cheeks and watch as Sevika bites her bottom lip. Completely enthralled by your movements, she gently strokes over your head. Her hips have a mind of their own as she begins to move the strap deeper into your mouth with fast motions. The toy hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes watering.

"Look at you," she says, tapping her cock against the outside of your cheek and tracing your lips with the tip. "So eager for me to fill you up."

You blink at her with your long lashes and faux innocence, and Sevika is done for. She pulls you up, hand wrapping around your neck as she kisses you deeply. She wants to taste every inch of your, consume you entirely until you are a part of her, but before that, she wants her name to be the only one you can remember for the rest of the week. Twisting her hand in your hair again, she tugs on it forcefully and uses it to turn your body around.

Arching your back, you press your ass against the toy, impatiently waiting for her to fuck you senseless. You whine as both of her hands occupy themselves on your breasts instead of inserting the strap. She chuckles tauntingly at your desperation despite feeling the same way.

At a torturous pace, she glides her hands down to your hips, kneading your soft skin along the way. She pushes you on your hands and presses a cool hand on your spine, urging you to lower your torso to the mattress.

Sevika moans at the sight, stroking her cock and covering it in your spit. Her metallic palm massages your ass before slapping it harshly, making you squeal. You are so beautiful, all ready and excited for her. She never wants anyone but herself to see you like that, even if that means killing every woman in Zaun. Finally, she aligns the tip with your entrance, and you gasp in sheer excitement as you grab the sheets beneath you.

"Stop–"

Your complaint dies on your tongue and turns into a sinful moan that makes Sevika's inside clench in pleasure. Skin colliding with skin fills the room's emptiness, along with ragged breaths and lewd whimpers. Her human fingers dig into the meat of your hip as she corrects your rhythm and picks her speed up.

"Who do you belong to?" she asks, copper claws dragging over your spine, luring tiny mewls from your lips.

You scoff and shake your head. "No one."

Growling, Sevika spanks you harshly. Your nails dig into her bedsheets as you screw your eyes shut. A red handprint appears on your skin instantly. She fucks you harder, clearly angry at your refusal. Wrapping her hand around your neck, she squeezes your throat warningly. Gasping, you close your eyes, bathing in all the different sensations. Your ears focus on her grunts, and you can feel your walls clench around her cock as your orgasm approaches.

"I'm asking again, sweetheart, who do you belong to."

You remain stubborn, unwilling to give her the confession she desires. You keep your mouth firmly shut and rest your forehead on the bed, muffling your moans with soft fabric. She slows her thrusts down significantly, and her hand reaches around your body, pinching your nipples painfully.

"How many others can make you come like I do?" she hisses next to your ear, slamming into you once. "Who else makes you come so hard that you forget your own name and become their dumb little whore."

You whine, hiding your face in her sheets, but she immediately pushes you onto your back. Her chest brushes over yours as grey eyes meet yours.

"Don't tell me you beg someone else to fuck you like this," she murmurs, taking your nipple between her teeth and sucking on it roughly. "No one else gets to hear you call their name into the night, am I right?"

You gasp, forcing her mouth even closer to your chest with your hand. You want her to shut up, unable to bear her taunting words. You only desire her, and that's something both of you know. It's not necessary to say it aloud.

Propping back up on her hands, she studies your features as she pulls all the way out of you. Whining, you pull on her upper arms, wanting to feel her inside you again.

"I want to hear it from you, [Y/N]," she says firmly, keeping her hips away from yours. "Who do you belong to?”

You huff, eyes darting from one grey eye to the next. Tears prick in your eyes as frustration settles in the pit of your stomach. Your hand falls from the back of her neck to her cheek, and your lips part unsurely.

"I'm yours, Sev," you utter, thumb brushing over the scar on her face. "All yours."

Your back lifts off the bed as she thrusts back into you. Sevika's hand disappears between your bodies as her thumb draws circles over your clit. Her raven curls stick to her forehead and her eyes flicker over your face.

You whimper and writhe and whine under her touch. Her mouth suckles and bites on your collarbone and neck, leaving purple marks all over your skin. You hold onto her arms as she pounds into your relentlessly.

"Please, baby, please, I need–"

She pecks your lips, silencing your pleas. "Come for me, princess."

As you come, your nails bite her shoulders, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. Her name rings through the room in a mighty cry. She peppers your face with kisses as your ride out your orgasm. Her hips continue to move in and out of you gently. Your legs shake around her as she slips the toy out of you.

Sevika is quick to lie down and pull you into her arms. Blindly reaching beside her, she lights herself a cigarette, and you watch the grey and white tendrils swirl to the ceiling. You nuzzle your face in her shoulder and place feathery kisses along her skin. Sevika exhales and holds the burning tobacco away from your bodies. Then, she buries her nose in your hair and draws in a deep breath.

"You know I care about you," she murmurs against your temple. "But I don't do relationships."

Your heart drops, and your breathing hitches. You jerk away from her touch and stare at the woman with parted lips and furrowed brows. Sevika rests her cigarette between her lips nonchalantly as she removes the strap from her hips. Closing your eyes, you get angry at your lack of self-restraint. She flashes you one of her pretty smiles, and you become a willing puddle at her feet. Honestly, what's wrong with you? Where is your dignity? Taking the glowing cigarette from her lips, you get up from her bed and inhale a mouthful of smoke.

"Where are you going?"

Without looking back, you walk into the living room and pick up your discarded panties and dress. You slip them on slowly, still shaking your head in disappointment. Fucking with colleagues is always stupid, but choosing Sevika out of all people is the dumbest thing you have done so far. You exhale the smoke through your nose, enjoying the bitter taste it leaves on your tongue.

"What are you doing?"

She stands in the doorway to her bedroom with her arms crossed over her torso. In all of her naked glory, she musters you as you begin to close your left heel. Her muscles flex in the Undercity's bright lights, and you have to force your eyes away from her abs.

This constant back and forth is not suitable for you. You bite back angry tears as you tie the last straps of your right heel. Then, getting up, you turn away from Sevika without another word. You will never get away from her if you don't start setting boundaries now.

"Call me when you want more than a quick fuck," you say with your hand on the doorknob. "Goodbye, Sevika."

#OMG?????#y/n was NOT having it #fuckgirl sevika so real #sevika♠️#i enjoyed reading this a lot #nsfw🍰

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some moods

#so real #i love women so much

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heyy!! was wondering if i could request a caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader smut? maybe caitlyn being the soft mommy dom we all want (lmao)

if not that’s totally okay! <3

Hi!! Thanks for requesting, here’s it.

CW: Mommy Kink, Cunnilingus

“Have you been a good girl?” The woman above you asked, her hand under your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. You nodded, legs at your side and your arms holding you up. You peered into her blue eyes, watching as she smiled down at you. You watched as her hand went lower, Caitlyn lowering her body so that her face was level with yours. “I’ve been good all day mommy, waiting for you to come home.” You smiled, moving to where you sat on your knees and had your hands in your lap. You watched as Caitlyn raised her hand to bring it to your mouth, her thumb pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth, closing them around her thumb. Caitlyn looked down at you in satisfaction, her thumb reaching farther, her palm still against your cheek.

She pulled it out, wiping your spit on your collarbone, eyeing the way your thighs pressed together. Your clit throbbed, the heat radiating off your body become terribly unbearable. You licked your dry lips, waiting for Caitlyn to command you further. Thankfully she spoke, a soft direction of; “Undress yourself for me puppy,” She watched a you were quick to pull your clothes off, unclipping your bra to reveal your chest to her. She gazed at your chest with a hunger when you moved your legs from under you to in front of you, making your breasts bounce. You reached under you to grab the waistband of your panties, sliding them off your legs, watching as they hung from your ankles. You finally kicked them off, spreading yourself for Caitlyn.

She was in awe at how wet you were, your clit poking out from your lips and revealing itself to her. “Such a good girl,” She leaned forwards, her lips ghosting against yours. You reached forwards, Caitlyn leaning into your kiss while moving her hand to your breast, squeezing it. You moaned softly as she tugged your nipple, backing away from the kiss and moving lower on your body. She began with your jaw, your neck, and finally your chest. Caitlyn sucked a deep mark on your chest, moving lower to the top of your breast, kissing and then enveloping your breast into her mouth. You whined, your body becoming more open to Caitlyn’s touch; your form becoming more willing to receive it. She did the same with your other breast, before pulling away and undressing herself.

You helped her, pulling her shirt back and ridding herself of her pants. She smiled at your eagerness, and the way you were quick to loosen her belt and unbutton her pants. Eventually Caitlyn pushed you backwards, grabbing your thighs and spreading them. “What do you need love?” She asked in such a sweet tone of voice you thought you were going to get cavities. You pursed you lips, trying your best not to buck your hips forwards into her.

“You,” You tried your best to not be crude but the way she looked down at you made you want to change your answer. If there was one thing you’d never want to do, it was to disappoint Caitlyn.

“Try again.” She spoke in a deeper tone of voice.

You bit your lip, pushing your anxiety to the side to receive her touch. Her hands were still on your thighs, her thumbs rubbing circles into your skin which was making you lose focus. You finally spoke hoping this would please her. “I need you to touch me, until I can’t feel anything anymore.” You wrapped an arm under your breasts. “I want your tongue, your fingers; inside me,” You made eye contact with her and you noticed that her eyes were closer to being black than blue. “I want you to fuck me Mommy.”

That was enough for her, the woman being quick to dive in between your legs, your legs automatically tightening up when she slid a finger in between your slit. She spread you open, placing a soft kiss to your clit before moving on. You moaned loudly when you felt the warmth and the wetness of her mouth on your cunt, Caitlyn moaning into it. Your hands went behind you, holding yourself up while your fingers gripped onto the sheets. Her lips wrapped around your clit, her tongue flicking it with quickness. Your legs shook, a drawn out whine coming from your lips. You opened your legs wider, Caitlyn grabbing your thighs and raising them.

You looked down at her, her dark eyes meeting yours. She had moved lower, desperate for more of your taste; making you unleash a loud moan. You felt her hand slide from under your thigh and in between them, reaching your swollen cunt. Her slender fingers prodded at your hole before sliding inside. Caitlyn kept her tongue on you with the same movements, her fingers curling inside you with a fervor. The more you tried controlling yourself, the more you thought about Caitlyn and how she managed to make you a mess within minutes.

You pulled at your nipples, looking down as Caitlyn in between your legs. The noise that came from you were ungodly, making you clench around her fingers even more. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, feeling your cunt gush and spasm around her fingers and on her face. Your thighs shook and your hips bucked, with your toes curling and your fingers having a tight grip on your breasts.

“A-ahh,” A moan slipped from your mouth, more liquid gushing from your lower parts. Caitlyn pulled away from your cunt with a loud ‘pop’, your essence covering her lips and making its way to her chin. “Is my good girl going to cum for me?” You nodded, a high pitched whine of ‘yes’ coming your mouth. Your thighs shook as she returned to her previous place in between your legs, your stomach caving in with a warm feeling engulfing you from your head to your toes.

You came with a cry of ‘Mommy!’ as your thighs clenched around her head, and as you came on her face. Eventually you came down from your high, Caitlyn pulling away from your weak form, spreading your legs once more.

“Can you give me one more?” She asked with a look that was made to devour.

“I don’t think my hunger is satiated.”

#d writes🍦#arcane smut #caitlyn💙#.asks🫧#caitlyn x reader #.requests🔶#nsfw🍰

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My phone’s been broken but AHHHHHHH

#d writes🍦#THANK YOU GUYSS #IM SCREAMING

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Do you love me for who I am, or for what I can do?

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Vi

Summary: Caitlyn, an actress from Piltover making her way in the film world is conflicted due to others and their expectations and the desire for something as simple as authenticity, and when she's cast into a new movie; she finds someone who represents that, Vi. Vi, someone who has a dream to be a part of the stunt industry and has tried so many times to land a part in a movie, gets what she asks for and even more of that. While on the set, she gets acquainted with Caitlyn. They both start to realize their feelings for one another, but things come in the way and one of those things is the responsibilities that come with fame. Will those things drive the two apart or bring them even closer?

Word Count: 2,501

CW: None

Notes: Chapter 1 here

“And the winner is......”

A name was said, but it wasn’t hers. A name was pronounced but it sounded nothing like hers. Everyone heard a name, but it was not Caitlyn Kiramman. She watched as the board behind those on stage presented a face that was not hers. Caitlyn wanted to scream, but if she did it would come out as a whine. This was one of the biggest moments of her life, but it wasn’t hers. She began to clap, plastering the most artificial smile known to man on her face.

The woman’s name was said, walked eagerly through the walkway, and clapped excitedly, the biggest smile on her face. There was someone to help her onto the stage, her heels high as well. She was beautiful, her face bright with passion and love for those who made it happen. She walked across the stage, someone handed her the award, and she accepted it with grace and heart. She got behind the microphone, her mouth beaming, and when she opened it to begin her speech.

“Wow,” Her voice echoed through the microphone and into the now silent air. “I never saw this coming, this is truly an honor of the highest degree, and for this award to go to a person like me.” A tear fell down her cheek, Caitlyn’s mother leaned towards her, “Publicity points,” She whispered harshly and rolled her eyes before sitting back. God, how Caitlyn wished the world was silent right now. Caitlyn wished she had the power to stop time and take a moment to calm her raging thoughts. But alas, time still went on.

Her speech continued for a long time, Caitlyn’s disappointment and frustration getting clouded over by the boredom. She was silent the entire time, her fingers beginning to move again. The woman retreated to sit, Caitlyn sighing and sinking into her seat.

Another hour passed by, and it was over. Her father had fallen asleep, and her mother looked like she was going to blow a fuse. Everyone in the auditorium rose, making their way to the entrance of the auditorium. Caitlyn rushed to the bathroom before anyone could say anything, her heels making noise against the marble floor. She turned to the hall where the restrooms were, passing the collection of plaques and trophies. She opened the door to the restroom, before opening the stall and closing it. She placed her face into her hands, probably ruining her makeup but she didn’t care.

She couldn’t cry because everyone would tell so she traded that for sitting in silence and twiddling her fingers. The door opened and she knew that was her cue to leave. She had wiped the one tear that fell during her ordeal and wiped her nose just in case. She opened the stall door to reveal the woman who’d won. She was in the mirror, fixing anything that was there. She was reapplying her makeup, fixing flyaways, and straightening out the kinks of her dress.

Caitlyn was in the middle of washing her hands and when she turned off the faucet she heard, “You should’ve won that instead of me.” She looked over to see the other woman smile at her timidly like she had did1 something wrong to her. “Your performances were absolutely fucking amazing,” she exhaled as if something took her breath away. “I watched your new movie a few weeks back and it was one of the best I’ve seen.” The other woman raised her arms up, “And you, in the end, were amazing.”

“I could never top that, ever.” She crossed her arms in a ‘no’ gesture, Caitlyn finally gaining the courage to speak. Her lips tightened before becoming loose.

“Thank you so much, but you honestly deserved it; be glad.” She smiled, exhaustion creeping into her bones. She wanted to go home, make herself a cup of tea and lie in her bed but Caitlyn knew if she didn’t show up to the afterparty for Telltale magazine, the press would be talking about it for months. She then left without a sound.

Vi had never seen anything like it, the entire building being so bright and radiating opulence. She gawked at the entire scene, feeling so out of place compared to the wealth. “Powder, you sure you’re at the right place?” Powder looked forwards, looking at her older sister with a mischievous grin on her face. She held a camera, ready for the celebrities to come out of the museum. “Of course, I know this part better than you do.” She shrugged. “Now you better hurry and guard those doors.” Powder teased.

Vi had been working as a security guard for a few years now and was trying as a stunt double for about two months now. Her sister, Powder is part of the paparazzi as a side job, taking pictures of those who were demanded. She had tagged along once she heard that Vi was planning to travel to Demacia. Right now, the shots wanted were of the ones who won the Toas, and those who were close to winning and now are feeling a bit bitter. Vi ran up to the door, showing off ID to those who were already at the door. She stood by their side, the reason for being here was that one of the other guards was in capitated and they needed someone to fill in. Vi was already in Demacia trying to land a role in the production of multiple movies, so when she got a call from the security company, she was currently working under she decided to go, and she needed the money.

Powder waved at her sister, Vi waving back. The doors began to open, an onslaught of extra security and celebrities making their way through. Everyone was walking smoothly and moving smoothly, and then she saw her.

She knew who Caitlyn Kiramman was, and she had watched some of her movies, and now she was walking in front of her. Caitlyn passed Vi, her head low and her hands interlocked in her front. The fans that stayed outside began screaming again, the noise banging against Vi’s ears. Not really paying attention, she watched as Caitlyn walked down the red carpet so fast, that she almost thought she was running.

There was a bombard of paparazzi making their way toward Caitlyn and what Vi presumed to be her team. They barely had any security, only one person blocking her and the other people with her from the many people that were the paparazzi. She even peeped at her manager, who was trying her best to hold the raging group off. Vi looked over to her coworkers who watched the scene, barely moving or making any noise. Vi decided to move forwards and run toward her and her company.

When she made her way over, she raised her arms in the air, trying to fend off the paparazzi. “Hey!” She shouted, Caitlyn and the people with her looking back at her gratefully. Before she could even say anything, she saw something on the carpet right next to Caitlyn’s heel. Caitlyn unknowingly stepped on, a yelp coming from her mouth, and she raised her arms to maintain her balance. Vi reached forwards and caught her, Caitlyn now in her arms, her back to Vi’s front.

Caitlyn looked back at Vi, their eyes meeting for a moment. Vi was still trying to move her away from the crowd, pulling her back and grabbing her waist. Caitlyn’s breath stuttered, too focused on the woman behind her to realize what she was trying to do.

Vi huffed, holding on to the woman before rising from the squatting position she was in to lift Caitlyn back to her feet. Caitlyn let out a sigh of relief, Vi letting go of the woman once she gained her balance. Caitlyn turned around and saw Vi, who was still trying to fend off the paparazzi.

“Thank you!” Caitlyn yelled over the loudness that was the paps surrounding them. Vi was quick to reply, saying “No problem, you should hurry before it gets worse!” Caitlyn smiled, saying ‘Okay’ and turning around. She hurried off into the SUV, Vi keeping her eyes on Caitlyn just to make sure she wouldn’t trip on anything else. After the paparazzi died down, Vi retreated to the entrance and waited until she was dismissed.

Caitlyn entered the SUV, looking over at those inside it. Her mother decided to ride back with her, and she watched as she fussed with security.

“You should’ve pushed them out of the way!” She began, raising her hands in frustration at his incompetence. “They were like animals, and Caitlyn almost fell!” Caitlyn tried to calm her mother by simply saying, “Mother someone caught me, I’m fine now.” Cassandra looked back at her daughter, replying, “You are not fine, you are under a lot of stress right now!” Caitlyn sighed and looked at Grayson who was trying her best to deescalate the situation, turning towards Cassandra.

“I’ll have him fired by tomorrow and we’ll hire twice the security,” Grayson said with her calm demeanor. “Good!” Her mother exclaimed. Caitlyn rolled her eyes, exhausted by tonight’s events and the thought of more events to come. The car started moving, Caitlyn checked the time to see it was only 9:05, and the night had just started.

When she was dismissed Vi left her post, her sister in the faltering crowd. “Powder!” She called out for her, Powder turning towards her. “That was so weird!” Powder exclaimed, Vi, agreeing. “The paps don’t usually act like that unless they see it’s a juicy story.” Vi sighed, looking up at the city lights that were now beginning to become visible due to the transition of day to night. “Also, I saw how you caught her.”

“Caught who?” Vi hummed, raising an eyebrow. “Caitlyn Kiramman, duh!” She pointed to a billboard that had her face on, with a cinematic title next to it. “She was like the highest on the list they gave me.” Powder continued. “Oh, her.” Vi realized. “It was just a simple thing, that’s all, there was like a can under her foot or something.” They sat in silence for a moment, and then Vi looked down at her sister before asking, “You wanna get something to eat?” "Yeah, sure.” Powder replied, inspecting her camera.

Caitlyn stood where they told her to and began to pose for the cameras. She smiled, turning at every angle, and did the same on the red carpet during the Toas. She moved to the side and finally turned forwards to make it inside the venue. There was a waiter with a platter where champagne was served, and Caitlyn hurried over to grab a glass. She wanted to leave as soon as possible, but it’d look bad for her. She spoke to a few agents and others but was caught mostly standing by herself and thinking.

She thought about the woman who caught her, and her eyes, and her voice. She wondered who she was and the fact she was so kind as to catch her when she fell. The thoughts of the woman had invaded her mind, making her forget what happened tonight. She kept sipping on her champagne, and then she saw Grayson move toward her. She looked like she was going to say something, and Caitlyn let her.

“They want you to make another movie.” ‘Another movie?’ Caitlyn asked herself while blinking profusely. “The director wants to come to speak with you.” Grayson gestured over to a woman in a dark blue bouffant dress. They both walked over to the woman, Caitlyn smiling on reflex.

“Here she is,” Grayson said, Caitlyn moving in front of her. The director smiled, turning towards Caitlyn, and awa5y from her earlier conversation. “Caitlyn Kiramman!” The director exclaimed, her arms opening to welcome the other woman. She began, "I've seen your work, and I should say; it is amazing.” Caitlyn was baffled and didn’t know what to say, but “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“You are just so passionate and when you get behind the camera, there’s something so raw about you and the way you portray every role you have, you treat every word in the script with the utmost respect and you give the pictures passion I’ve never seen before.” Caitlyn nodded at her kind words, everyone was gushing about her today, and while she did appreciate it, she knew those at the awards shows didn’t. She kept nodding at the director’s rant about her, and finally got the space to speak when the director asked, “Should I send you the script?”

Caitlyn took a moment to conclude and then proceeded to say, “Of course.

Vi picked up the food on her plate and brought it to her mouth, chewing on it. “How would you feel if you landed a role?” Powder asked, Vi1.22 replying, “I don’t know, it’s almost like everyone doing their own stunts.” She said with a mouthful of food. “If I do land a role, I could use that money to get you in that school you said you wanted to go to.” Vi chewed on her food, before taking a sip of her drink.

“You’d do that for me?” Powder eyes grew bright with the thought of being able to become a set designer, it was something she wanted to do since she was young. Vi smiled at her sister’s overjoyed expression. “I’d do anything for you Powder, you know that.” Vi knew that one of Powder’s biggest dreams was to win awards for set design and to be acclaimed for her work.

Vi would do anything to make that happen.

They finished their food and left for the hotel they were staying in. After they settled themselves and changed into their pajamas to rest; Vi in a simple tank top and shorts with Powder in a baggy T-shirt and some shorts underneath. They both lay in their separate and respective beds, Vi staring at the ceiling and Powder turning to face Vi.

“Do you think I could win a Toa Vi?” Powder said softly playing with her long hair, the strands falling off the bed and onto the floor. “You could do anything you put your mind to, Powder.” Vi turned her body and said that just as softly. “If you work hard at it and are passionate about it, you could win millions.”

“And everyone at home would be so proud of you.” Vi brushed a strand of hair that fell in the front of her face and watched as Powder turned on her back, groaning. “I wonder if I’ll get to work with the best,” She stretched her arms out into the air, the buzzing of the air conditioning invading Vi’s ears. “I wonder if we could help out everyone at home if we get these deals.”

Vi turned on her back as well, blowing another strand of hair out of her face, and resting her hands on the headboard.

“We will and trust me everybody at home will be the first to receive our help.” Vi turned off her light, Powder doing the same.

“Goodnight,” They spoke in unison.

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