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pastel-peach-writes · 5 months

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Can you CatVi x Reader where Reader touched VI’s jacket and it got into a mess of paint that the Reader was painting and Vi and Cait came home and saw the painting but saw VI’s jacket. But Vi was shocked and didn’t say anything but was angry.

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Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Messy. That was the word to describe you and your relationship with paint. After fair warnings to wash your hands after you paint, you get yourself into some trouble that might bite you in the butt later on.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread, 3000+ words, No Use of Y/n, Angry Vi, Fluff Towards The End, Caitlyn Giggles (shh)

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

(A/N): UMMM totally didn't see where Anon said Vi doesn't say anything ab being upset. She totally did and IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭

You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were painting a beautiful piece that showed Zaun in its light and then the next you were frantically scrubbing paint off of Vi's red jacket.

Maybe this could've been avoided if you just listened to Caitlyn.

"Make sure you wash your hands after you paint," she would always say to you. "You touch everything after you paint and you get paint everywhere."

You should've listened to her, you really should've, but she wasn’t here to warn you. So, technically, this was on her!

"Come on, come on," you muttered as you scrubbed a white rag on the jacket. Luckily, the paint spot was small. The color of the paint a navy blue and it was right next to some forever dirt patches in the jacket so the spot wasn't noticeable.

With the jacket and rag underneath running water, you declared the jacket done. The paint had already dried and there was no going back now. Besides, would Vi really notice that minuscule spot? You didn't think so.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth as you shut off the tap. Wringing the rag out, you noticed two palm-sized white spots on the jacket. You set the rag down, going to inspect the jacket but before the jacket even touched your hands, your heart dropped to your feet.

The palms of your hands were white from priming your next canvas. The same white on the jacket matched the white on your hands.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

You leaned your head further into the sink, too terrified to even touch the jacket. Through the white primer on the jacket, some lines and cracks matched the pattern of a human's palms. Okay, if your heart hadn't sunk before, it was now. Oh, and now you were trembling with fear.

You turned the tap on again. The water splashed and sprouted upwards from hitting Vi's jacket. You watched as the soaked jacket continued to take more water but the white spots not diminishing.

You turned the tap to hot.

Still the same reaction. Jacket soaks up water, paint remains untouched.

You should've noticed that the paint on your hands wasn't transferring to the faucet handles; a sign of dried hand paint.

"We're home!" Caitlyn's voice rang throughout the home.

Shit.

You thought you had more time. You thought you could take her jacket to the dry cleaners and get someone to professionally get the paint out yet leave all the dirt and grime so Vi wouldn't notice the difference.

You thought you had time to research how to get primer out of fabric and search up which primer you used to see if it was water-soluble. Was there even such a thing as a water-soluble primer? What's the point of a primer if it disappears with water?? FUCK.

Wooden creaks and deep steps rattled the floor above you. Caitlyn and Vi were settling themselves in the kitchen. This meant you had some time to hide the jacket in your studio before Vi noticed her missing jacket.

Quickly, you grabbed a plastic bag and shoved her jacket inside. You needed to keep the jacket wet. The wetter the jacket, the easier the paint comes out. Well, that was your theory at least. Tying the bag into knots you'll have to cut out later, you shoved the bag into a box of battered art supplies.

Don't ask why you have a large cardboard box filled with dead/empty art supplies. You don't know yourself.

"Muffin!" Vi shouted from the studio's entrance. "You comin' up or what?"

"Yeah!" your voice trembled. "Just trying to wash some paint off my hands."

Hearing the slight tremble in your voice, Vi took it upon herself to travel down into the basement-- oh, sorry, into your art studio -- to see what was the matter.

However, once she reached the halfway point of the staircase, you came running up.

"Whoa," Vi laughed. She placed her hands on your shoulders to prevent the two of you from colliding. "Where's the fire?"

You chuckled, sheepish and breathless. "Oh, uh. I thought you guys needed me and I didn't want you to wait much longer."

"Oh, well, that's cute of you, Muffin, but we're alright." Vi ruffled your hair. "I just wanted to make sure you ate your food before it gets cold."

"Aw, you got me food?" You put your hands on her shoulders and pushed her up the stairs. There was some resistance, naturally, but Vi let you push her up anyway.

"Well, yeah we know you've been--"

"Caitlyn!" you greeted, locking eyes with her. The girl was mid-bite in a pancake, the circle good dangling from her mouth and eyes wide. Vi laughed at her and the girl quickly took the pancake from her mouth with red cheeks.

"H-Hi!" she returned the greeting. She stood up from the counter and cleaned her hands off with a napkin. "Um, we got you food. Your favorite breakfast meal."

"Oh, great!" You removed your hands from Vi's body and made a beeline into the kitchen. The food was already plated for you with your favorite beverage on the side. You ate contently, trying not to let your worry show through facial expressions.

What was your plan now? Do you tell her? Do you let that jacket mildew and mold and hope she forgets about it? No, there's not way she could forget about it. She wears that jacket every damn day.

"Muffin," Vi said, pulling you out of your thoughts. Caitlyn and Vi were sitting at the counter across from you. When did they get there? You had no clue. "Why are your palms white? Like, whiter than Caitlyn white?"

You stifled a laugh while Caitlyn swatted her arm. "I was painting. That's why I was in the studio."

"Yeah, I know," Vi said through laughter. Caitlyn's swat had no effect on her. "But I thought you were washing your hands? Your hands were wet when you were pushing me up the-- wait," Violet deadpanned. "I don't have paint on me, do I?"

Frantic, the woman searched her arms for paint. The woman was wearing nothing but a plain white tank and some random pants. You would totally be distracted by her buff arms if your heart wasn't slowly finding its place in your chest.

Caitlyn hummed, eating a piece of pancake while she searched Vi's body. "No, you look fine which tells me someone forgot to wash their hands after they were done painting again." You received a scolding look from the English lady.

You shrugged with a dry chuckle. "Don't worry. I didn't get paint on anything."

Safe to say, your girlfriends did not believe you. Immediately springing up from their chairs, they raced to your studio despite your pleas.

They couldn't find any new marks of paint on the walls or support pillars. In fact, when they were done searching, they stumbled upon your Zaun painting and praised you for how well you captured the city.

"Wow, Muffin, you did really good with this," Vi complimented. Her fingers reached out towards the canvas, but you quickly slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch! It's still wet."

Vi snickered but obeyed. She stepped back but continued to admire your recent artwork.

Caitlyn, on the other hand, wasn't fully convinced you didn't touch anything with your painted hands. She strode towards the sink to see if there were any new paint marks. Instead of finding new paint, she found that the sink was still shiny from recent usage.

She hummed to herself. Vi said your hands were wet, though no paint transferred to her arms. So, your hands weren't wet with paint but with water. Caitlyn's gaze flickered over to your damp washcloth. Recently wrung up with a new paint mark.

The mark was a faded blue. The blue matched the blues you used in your painting, but the mark wasn't big enough for Caitlyn to assume you were cleaning up your lines with a towel.

You spilled paint on something, but on what?

To the left of her, Caitlyn spotted the box of art supplies. A hoarder, her partner was, keeping empty paint tubes, dead brushes, and other things you use for your craft.

What Caitlyn spotted was a new lump in the box. Instead of your dead supplies lying relatively flat, there was something disturbing the colorful sea, something hiding.

"Darling," Caitlyn called out for you with a finger on her chin and her other arm supporting the elbow. "Did you run out of a lot of paint while making that piece? Your graveyard of art supplies seemed to have grown."

Both yours and Vi's gaze snapped from the painting and to Caitlyn.

The three of you sat in silence, yet the tension in the air rose.

Your gaze flickered from the box, to Vi, to the box, to Caitlyn, and then back to the box.

Before anyone could say anything, you dashed. You didn't get far, matter of fact, you got nowhere before Vi wrapped her arms around your middle to hold you back.

Caitlyn went digging through the box, detirmined. Nothing could get past her. Not even her partner who loves to paint but is too messy for their own good.

"Aha!" Caitlyn triumphed as she held up the tied plastic bag. She poked the bag, a smile growing on her face. "Interesting. It's still wet and slimy inside. A recent hiding, must I say."

"Cait, don't!" you plead, squirming and wiggling under Vi's grip. The pinkette tightened her grasp around you.

"You're not going anywhere," her voice rasped through gritted teeth. You were being a challenge with all your squirms, but Vi had no problem throwing you over her shoulder if you became too much. Besides, she was having too much fun watching you beg and plead for Caitlyn not to open the bag.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." Caitlyn's long and slender fingers toyed with the knot. She used her fingernails to pull up a piece of the thin plastic before slipping her finger inside to loosen the knot completely.

"Caitlyn, I'm telling you, do not open that bag."

Opened, she did.

The girl barely took a gander before she gasped at the bag's containment. "You're right," she said through a trembling and quiet voice. "I do not need to open this bag. This bag must remain closed."

"What?" Vi exclaimed, letting go of you. "Oh, come on! Show me what's in the bag! It isn't fair you two know what it is and I don't."

Vi marched over to Caitlyn, but the blue-haired girl held the bag over her head. "No, Violet, I mean it. We need to respect our partner's boundaries and not open this bag."

You were frozen in fear. Vi was too close to the bag for your own good. You were thankful for Caitlyn's understanding of keeping the bag away from Vi, but that didn't mean you wont be hearing a lesson in your near future.

"Bull. Shit." Vi then brought her fingers to Caitlyn's armpit and tickled her. The bluenette immediately caved with giggles. Her crinkled eyes and cute smile would usually be an adorable sight to see, but right now, the sight made you seethe with anger.

Really, Cait? Couldn't hold on for just a bit longer?

Caitlyn brought her arm down, folding it like a chicken wing to stop Vi from tickling her. "Stop!" she giggled.

Vi grinned, snatching the back from her hand. "Anything for you, princess." The pinkette opened the bag and stared at its contents.

Caitlyn slid her way over to you, a small frown on her face as she played with her hands. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep it away from her for long," she whispered.

You sighed, watching Vi's face crinkle and express many, yet unreadable, emotions. "It's fine," you whispered back. "Just promise you'll attend my funeral."

Finally, after what seemed like 30 agonizing minutes, Vi spoke. "Is this my jacket?"

You gulped. "What do you want it to be?"

Vi called you by your name, her gaze lasering on you. Her eyes were darkened with anger, her lips upturned into a scowl. "Don't play cute with me," she called you by your name again. "Is this my jacket?"

Your heart was back in your chest again, but this time, it felt like it wanted to escape. A deep lump lodged and settled itself in your throat, making it difficult to say the words your brain was telling you to say.

Your chalky palms now wet from sweat and your body buzzing with anxiety. You couldn't say anything. You wanted to, but you couldn't.

You only watched the ticking time bomb on Vi's face as her expression went from upset to vexed. Her face was red with anger, the hands gripping the bag turned into fists, and her chest rose and fell with each staggered breath.

Vi took her jacket out of the bag. She scoffed at its drenched state and brought it over to the sick. She wrung it out like you did once before with a rag. Her hands were covering where the spots were.

Much like yourself, Caitlyn couldn't say a word. The two of you watched her like deers stuck in headlights. What could one say to de-escalate the situation? Caitlyn felt that if she tried to calm Vi down, she would be brushed off and told not to speak.

Vi studied the jacket from each angle. She studied the front, she studied the back. She studied the inside and then studied the pockets. It wasn't until she draped the jacket over a forearm she saw the two obnoxious spots of primer.

"I can't believe this," Vi said quietly, only a true sign of her deep anger. "Time and time again, we tell you to wash your hands and not touch anything. It was cute the first couple of times, annoying the next, and now I'm pissed off."

This had to be worse than any lecture Caitlyn would've given you.

"This is my jacket. My favorite jacket." Vi's back was turned to you, but now she's facing you dead on. Honest, you preferred her back to you. Then you wouldn't have to see the hurt in her eyes and she wouldn't have to see the sadness in yours.

A voice in Vi's head told her to stop talking but the anger she was feeling mimicked the anger she felt when Vander died. She had no control over what she was going to say, she could feel it. She wanted to stop talking to prevent further damage, but her emotions took her whole.

"I stole this from some rando after I beat his ass. I've had this for around 2 years now and until you came along, it was unscathed."

"Vi..." Caitlyn warned.,

"Sure, there were some dirt and sweat stains here and there, but that's what gave this jacket character. It's what made this jacket more like me because even though it was dirty, grimy, and stinky, it preserved through all the shit it went through," Vi continued.

You weren't sure if you were crying. Your eyes stung like you were, but the rest of your body shut down. Vi's words were like piercing sharp arrows flying through the wind and your body was the target. You've mastered the heart of tuning out lengthy and emotional lectures thanks to your parents, but all that skill was no match for Vi's words.

"All it took. All it took was your careless thinking and some fucking paint to ruin the one thing that felt like me. Thanks for that." Vi threw the jacket into the sink and went upstairs.

She didn't bother to look you or Caitlyn in the eye.

It's been a few days and you and Vi haven't talked. The first few days you didn't talk because the wounds were still fresh but as the silence grew and the wounds began to heal, the problem was finding the right words to say.

You've tried to apologize for the jacket multiple times, but she wouldn't hear it. Caitlyn even took the jacket to the cleaners to get the stains out, but Vi didn't want to see it.

Every time Vi got a glimpse of you or the jacket hanging in the closet, she knew she had to apologize to you. She wanted to apologize to you, but she didn't know how. Caitlyn tried to help countless of times, but no avail.

Sleeping arrangements were worse.

Vi slept on the couch the first few nights and then after some coaxing by Caitlyn, Vi slept on the furtherest side of the bed. Typically she liked to be in the middle or you would be in the middle, but as of late, she slept on the left and you slept on the right.

Poor Caitlyn had to sleep in the middle. She hated the middle. She didn't like how warm the two of you were in the night, making her burn up. She didn't like how if she wanted to read or work in bed, she couldn't turn the nightstand lamp on. The middle was awful. She wanted her right side back.

The night of the week anniversary of the argument, you and Vi stumbled into the bedroom to find Caitlyn sitting on the edge of the bed and glaring at the two of you.

"I am not sleeping in the middle any longer," she declared. "You two are too warm, I don't have enough arm or leg room, and I can't read which means I'm restless every time I sleep!" Caitlyn stood from the bed, arms crossed over her body. "And to be fair, I've grown tired of your childish argument. You two are grown adults. Talk your shit out so we can sleep in our rightful places."

You and Vi glanced at each other.

You already said your apology. What else could you say? It wasn't like you could offer her a meal, it was too late to eat and you definitely weren't saying another apology,

Vi sighed, looking away first. She shrugged, going to the left side of the bed. Caitlyn stopped her by pushing a hand to her chest. "Nuh-uh," Caitlyn eyed her. She pointed towards your direction with her brows furrowed. Vi groaned and walked back over to you.

"Oh, well that's one way to make a person feel warm and fuzzy inside," you scoffed. Vi rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please, you mean like ruining someone's jacket?"

"It wasn't on purpose!" you exclaimed. "You know it wasn't on purpose. I understand your being upset for my clumsiness and lack of awareness when it comes to wet paint, but you can't still be mad at me for something I got fixed."'

"You didn't even fix it," Vi rolled her eyes again. "One of Caitlyn's fancy buddies did."

"And who do you think paid for that?" you scoffed at her. "It might've been a buddy of hers but I still had to pay full price for a Piltover dry cleaning service. I don't believe in waving money and prices over people's faces, but since you want to go there, that cost me two months' worth of payments and as a starving artist, that's a lot of money to recover."

Vi only shrugged as her mouth converted into some sort of frown. She didn't know you had to pay 1,200 dollars to get her jacket fixed. She could've been more grateful and showed you some gratitude for getting her jacket cleaned, but you were the one who ruined it anyway. It was your job to get the jacket cleaned.

Caitlyn sighed. "Vi, stop being stubborn and say 'thank you' and an apology."

"Why should I have to say an apology?" Vi knew why, though she didn't want to admit it aloud.

"Why?" Caitlyn scoffed. "Vi, I knew you were thick-headed but I never thought it to be this extreme." Shaking her head, Caitlyn climbed into bed. "Fine then. Don't apologize and don't patch things up. I'm tired of being the referee."

Something stirred inside Vi. It wasn't anger or contentment, but instead a sadness. Not only is she unable to patch things up with you, but now she's dragged Caitlyn into this mess. Caitlyn was the peacemaker because Vi, herself, was unable to make peace with anything.

Caitlyn didn't deserve this. You didn't either.

If Vi didn't nip this in the bud, she was going to lose the both of you. She was going to lose the only people who saw her for her and loved her regardless of her faults.

"I'm sorry," the words stumbled out of Vi like a baby bird trying to fly for the first time, "to the both of you."

Caitlyn peered up at her with a book in her hand. You, who hasn't said or done anything since the last time you spoke, met her gaze.

"Muffin, I'm sorry for lashing out on you and not being mature enough to handle this situation properly. You trying to hide the bag is on me because I should've created a space where you can come to me about anything. Even if you think it may upset me."

"It's okay--"

"It's not okay. You don't have to forgive me or say some line like, 'Oh, everyone gets angry sometimes'. No. It's not okay and I apologize for my behavior. I'm working on it." Vi put a hesitant hand on your shoulder. When you allowed her to, she smiled and pressed a kiss ot your temple.

"And, Cupcake," Vi addressed Caitlyn. Caitlyn hummed in response. "I'm sorry for roping you into this and not realizing how miserable you were while Muffin and I fought."

"Yeah," you chimed. "I'm sorry about that too. You didn't deserve any of this."

A soft smile rested upon Caitlyn's lips. She motioned the two of you over, willingly wanting to be in the middle so she could hug you both. You and Vi gathered by her side, wrapping an arm around her. "I love you too, lugs," Caitlyn said behind a laugh. "I hope we can all learn from this."

"Yeah," you said behind a grin. "I learned that Caitlyn is severely ticklish and will cave immediately after a few seconds of tickling."

"What?" Caitlyn blushed. "No, that was not the lesson here," she nervously chuckled, her blush already spreading to her ears.

Vi laughed along with you. "Yeah, actually. I accidentally found that out like a month or two ago and only used it the day of the fiasco."

You gasped. "You found out and you didn't tell me?"

"Well, I didn't know how!" Vi laughed.

"Now, hang on a minute," Caitlyn said trying to catch your attention.

"Well, now I feel left out." "Who's to say you can't tickle her now?"

"Hold on!" Caitlyn pleaded but it was too late. Your hands and fingers found the soft skin on her stomach and laughs roared out of her. Vi joined the activity, tickling some of her neck.

Even after a week of drama, the love between the three of you remained. Plus, you guys even got some giggles out of it.

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novacqnes · 1 year

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mrs officer // caitlyn kiramman

summary: over the course of a year caitlyn obsessively investigates one of piltover's most notorious criminals, and it culminates into a heated interrogation.

warning: mentions of violence and death, suggestive language

word count: 2.0k

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x fem reader

a/n: i took some inspo from the beloved killing eve when writing this

“she’s responsible for the deaths of over 50 enforcers and god knows who else—“

“are you even listening to me?” jayce asked.

“just let me think for a second.”

they stood on the opposite of a one way privacy film, glaring at the woman behind it. to their knowledge she’d committed numerous crimes against the city of piltover and despite being in police custody— she was far from done.

jayce paced back and forth, seething. he wanted to storm in and interrogate her, even bringing her to tears if necessary with the horrors of stillwater. yet one thing held him back, caitlyn.

she’d hardly said a word since jayce announced your arrest. she’d fantasized about this moment for ages, obsessively following every clue and miniscule piece of evidence leading up to meeting you.

the last few months you’d consumed every aspect of caitlyn’s being. she knew you better than she knew herself at that point. and one thing she was covinced of was that you’d purposely led them to you.

you were meticulous, each crime was done efficiently and in the beginning you made sure to leave absolutely nothing behind. with no trail it would be only a matter of time before you disappeared, sparking waves of panic throughout the city until you struck again.

however the moment caitlyn began following your case you grew sloppier and less calculated. complete derailing completely from your original methodology. initially she thought it was just pure luck but with each shred of evidence left behind there was a clear distinct message.

you wanted her to find it.

“i should talk to her first.”

“what?” he sputtered, his eyes narrowed into slits.

“i can get her to open up, just let me speak to her, please?”

begrudgingly jayce nodded, gesturing to the guard, “look, she’s handcuffed so she can’t hurt you—“

“that won’t matter.”

caitlyn stepped forward, a cold chill crawling up her spine as she walked into the gray room. despite the darkness, the blinding lights from the ceiling illuminating everything around her, including you.

she couldn’t explain it, and it wasn’t because of the handcuffs but she wasn’t fearful. you were heavily bound yet the guards and jayce flinched with your every movement, meanwhile she just watched.

a small gleeful grin spread across face as caitlyn sauntered towards you. a glimmer of excitement sparked in your eyes as she got closer, a brisk wave of her scent filling the room.

she was beautiful.

you’d only been able to admire her poise and elegance from afar but finally seeing her up close knocked all of the air from your lungs. a quick repeated thump came from your chest and your cheeks took on an extreme fervor. she sat across from you, on the opposite side of the table pulling out a thick file.

“hi.”

caitlyn couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by formalities. she furiously flipped through the pages within the folder to your latest attack, slamming in front of you.

she began, “you’re currently the most wanted person in all of piltover. you have threatened the safety and well being of all citizens, and they won’t stop until you’re brought to justice.”

you gazed at the blurry picture, in it was a building demolished to nothing but pieces of rubble.

“i don’t understand?”

she spat, “look closer.”

leaning in closer you inspected the mountain of destruction. bodies were scattered everywhere, blood spatter decorating the decrepit pieces of the building. however at the very top of the hill you noticed a small gold circle glimmering through. engraved in it was the kiramman family sigil.

“you left it for me. why?”

leaning back in your chair, you examined caitlyn even further. her crystal blue eyes held a look of determination and a tinge of light pink colored her cheeks.

and god was she cute too.

she wanted to seem more intimidating, scare you into whatever confession you were expected to give but she was failing— miserably. instead, you allowed your eyes to roam over her inspecting every inch of her sculpted frame.

“you have such pretty eyes,” you teased.

the splotches of pink deepened to a fiery red hue. caitlyn faltered for a moment, she felt like she was losing at this complex imaginary game the both of you were playing.

she should’ve expected this.

you’re a flirt, it was evident at every scene, you wanted to show off and even in custody it was no different. being stern wasn’t going to work.

“why the sigil, y/n?” she said, this time with a softer tone. she leaned forward allowing her hair to fall beautifully at her shoulders. she ran her fingertips across the white table, tapping her nails against the edges of your hand cuffs.

you sighed, “i was never going to hurt you— or your family, i just wanted you to know.”

“know what?”

“that i saw you, that night after the explosion. i came back and you were there alone in your uniform….”

those were her first fateful days on the job. and in a matter of minutes dozens of enforcers were wiped out with a single deadly bomb. vividly, she remembered the smoke that poisoned her lungs, leaving her gasping for just a sliver of fresh air.

the bodies— there were so many and they were all dead, just scattered about like ants in the ruins. she must’ve stayed there for hours, caitlyn couldn’t fathom how anybody could do such a thing.

she imagined them to be the epitome of a ravenous monster lurking about, waiting to consume everything and anything. not a cute— almost innocent looking face. it frightened her how someone could look so harmless and beautiful while concealing such dark secrets.

“why were you watching me?” she whispered, her heart beating even faster at the looming silence filling the room.

you looked up, beads of sweat forming at the top of your forehead. caitlyn’s heavy gaze bore deep holes into your eyes that made it difficult to look away. her scent was closer than ever and it made you feel like you were walking on air.

“i couldn’t look away.”

the distance between the two of you was gradually waning. caitlyn felt like she was losing control, this is what you did, you lied, manipulated and cheated— but in this moment it felt so good.

“and after?”

“oh that?” you smirked, looking directly at the glass, before glancing back at caitlyn.

“that was to impress you.”

immediately the door bursted open. jayce stormed in, his face splashed with a fiery red as he stomped over to you. he towered over your seat, eyes filled with great disdain.

“jayce—“

“this is why wanted to come here? to flirt?” he growled, sticking an accusatory finger at caitlyn on the opposite side of the room. his collar was soaked in sweat and his hair beyond disheveled. he whipped back around glaring at you with fierce, crazed eyes.

“you….i’m going to make sure you never see the light of day.”

his threats felt like mere insults, leaving you almost amused. you couldn’t help but laugh at the spectacle causing both him and caitlyn to shoot confused glances at one another.

“what’s funny?”

you doubled over, loud and obnoxious fits of laughter filling the room. to the two however it didn’t sound like simple laughter it was menacing and unsettling. the strange noise caused the hairs on jayce’s neck to rise and that same wintry chill to find its way back to caitlyn’s spine.

“you know jayce, i like you. you’re quite charming but clearly not very bright.”

“excuse me?” he scoffed, while caitlyn stifled a laugh. you lifted your hands up, gently yanking on the silver cuffs.

“we’ve been through this enough times to know that no matter how many restraints you put on me, i’ll get out. i mean come on— that’s what mrs officer was trying to tell you in the first place, no?” you taunted.

jayce was baffled— all could do was stare blindly. he cursed himself for not listening to caitlyn sooner, the arrest had been to easy and now they were trapped.

on the other hand, caitlyn was unsettlingly calm. she’d replayed this moment in her head for weeks— maybe even months. she’d studied you to the point where she could almost predict what was going to happen. and it would either end with all of you dead— or alive.

“now, this is going to go one of two ways, so keep up. i could blow this place to shreds with you and the dozens of innocent people still in it. or you can let me walk out…”

quickly your eyes darted to caitlyn on the opposite side of the room.

“….with her.”

he protested, “what no—“

but caitlyn’s mind was made up before she even set foot into the grim room. she didn’t share jayce’s sentiments and more importantly she wasn’t afraid of you— she was fascinated by you.

“i’ll go.”

“you can’t be serious.”

“it’s not your decision to make,” she sighed, gently patting his shoulder before walking over to you. she removed a small key from her pocket, freeing you from all your restraints.

it was the closest you’d ever been to her, and it drove you insane. her touch was light and gentle like a feather. she was careful and handled each part of your body with the utmost care, and for just a second it allowed you to forget where you were.

“cheer up jayce, it’s just a safety measure, that way once i’m out of here i know you won’t try and kill me.” you chirped, proudly sauntering out of the room with caitlyn on your heel.

enforcers lined up and down the halls were dumbfounded as they watched you walk free. hatred and anger were sept from the dozens of looks, and you felt each one.

wild butterflies filled your stomach, leaving you with a giddy feeling as caitlyn’s body brushed against yours. the two of you walked in silence but you felt closer to her than ever. she’d blindly put her faith in you. purely based on the countless of hours she'd spent analyzing you and it made you fall even deeper for the woman.

you snuck a glance at her, gently nudging her with your shoulder, “hey, look at me.”

she brushed her hair from her face, her crystal blue eyes finding yours.

“i’ll take care of you, i promise. but you can leave whenever you want.”

the further you got from the building, the more reality began to creep in for caitlyn. she knew just how dangerous you were but she was certain you’d never hurt her. the way you spoke to her differed from most people. there was a layer of sensitivity and caution, even you giving her the option to leave, it felt completely out of character from the person she’d analyzed.

“you weren’t actually going to blow up the building, right?” she blurted.

“you’re the expert, you tell me.”

for most of jayce’s performance caitlyn had stayed silent and it wasn’t without reason. unless you had help— which she hadn’t anticipated, there would’ve been no way for you to trigger the explosion alone. however, given his state of mind rationalism wasn’t on his side.

“you certainly could’ve, you enjoy showing off but a murder suicide would be too easy and messy.”

“and she’s correct again!” you sang, skipping along the pavement.

“so are you trembling with fear yet, officer?”

although you liked caitlyn you knew time was limited. you gave her a couple of days— a week at most before she’d abandon you, sending you onto your next fixation. however caitlyn hardly reacted to your theatrics.

she shrugged her shoulders uttering a clear, “no.”

“why?”

“you don’t scare me, y/n,” she admitted.

you stopped dead on your tracks, your lips perking up into a sly grin. nobody had ever stood up to you before, at least not in the way she did. and it drove you mad but in the best possible way.

“these next few days are gonna be fun.”

#could def write a part 2 to this….#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x you #caitlyn x y/n #caitlyn fanfic #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x fem reader #caitlyn x female reader #caitlyn angst #caitlyn smut #caitlyn fluff

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dinasmoon · 8 months

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bestfriend!! Caitlyn taking care of u // headcanons

warnings: nun this is pure fluff (no mention about readers apparence or gender/pronouns)

summery: cait is ur bestfriend and she likes you a little more than that but don't know how to show it and also u have a cold

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a/n: i had a cold last week so this is a little smth that was on my mind so here ya go

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୨¡୧ first of all she would be calling you and idiot for not taking care of yourself properly

୨¡୧ "i told you not to go out in the rain, you should've listened to me" she would say over the phone, constantly. As she called you when she realized she hasn't heard from you since yesterday.

୨¡୧ and then she would come over (uninvited ofc) and her excuse would be that she wanted to lecture you about being irresponsible and she only can do that when you can see her

୨¡୧ As she goes on and on about the lecture she makes her way to the kitchen and warm up some soup and brings it to you when shes done

୨¡୧ you'd tell her you're not hungry and she'd say "i know you haven't eaten anything all day, there is no dishes in the sink" and you'd say "how are you so sure that I haven't already washed them" and she shakes her head and says "you don't do dishes usually" she says as she continues "so you definitely wouldn't when you're sick and I swear if you don't eat it ill feed you" with a serious look on her face

୨¡୧ jokingly you'd laugh and say "yeah sure feed me ju-" and before you can finish that sentence she has already taken the spoon with a bit of soup and put it in your mouth

୨¡୧ you surprised swallow the hot soup as she takes the spoon back and says "do I have to keep feeding you or will you eat by yourself now?" you'd mumble that you can eat by yourself as she gets up and says "good" and she leaves you in your room again

୨¡୧ by the time she's back you had already finished the soup, she returns with a glass of water and some medicine. as she gives the coughing medicine, she barley has any emotions showing on her face as she takes everything and puts it back in the kitchen.

୨¡୧ when you start to slowly fall asleep as she watches you, you mumble the word "baby" "how many times have I told you not to call me th-" you stop her in the middle of her sentence

୨¡୧ as you say "you take good care of me, baby thank you" she gives you a embarrassed smile as she says. "Uh yeah because we’re friends you idiot. I’d do anything for you. Now stop talking nonsense and just lie down and get some rest. I’ll look after you, ok?" you do as she says but you can't help but stare at her.

୨¡୧ "quit staring at me" "ur so pretty I can't help it" she starts to blush and gets all flustered from all the sudden attention. her tough act in scrambles within seconds as you ask her "how stupid would it be of me to kiss you right now? like on a scale from 0 to 10" you whispered and bring your hands to her neck bringing her down a bit towards you.

୨¡୧ her mind completely blanks out, her heart racing, as she is shocked from your words and also blushing "Oh gosh...I...uh...I mean...10, it would be...super stupid. Like...dumbest move ever." she says but she doesn't move as you pull her down and kiss her gently. she quickly goes from suprised to kissing you back. As you slowly pull away you say "well that was probably super stupid of me"

୨¡୧ she sits up and look at you as her heart is racing, she notice how you are smiling at her "No, I mean, it... uh..." she can't talk, she stammers over her words as she finally says "not that stupid..."

୨¡୧ she is feeling so many things at once right now but yet your smile drives everything away.

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୨¡୧ next day she woke up before you, as she remembers the day and night her face flushes red. the kiss, the name you called her. the laughing and arguing about how stupid it was for the two of you to keep kissing knowing you have a cold.

୨¡୧ she goes to your bathroom and washes her face as she comes out you were already awake "I'm just gonna make you some coffee" she says embarrassed as she walk into the kitchen and barley five minutes you hear a loud sneeze and another one after it which makes you giggle "GOD DAMN IT, YOU GOT ME SICK" you barley holding in your laugh as she keeps sneezing. she runs into the your room as you are quick to defend yourself

୨¡୧ "you can't blame me!" you say as you use the pillow behind you for protection "i cant? YES I CAN" she says almost getting on top of you "you're the one who was begging for five more minutes of kissing" you say and she looks at you completely red as she remembers "U SHOULD HAVE STOPPED ME" she says "HOW? YOU WERE ALL OVER ME" "JUS- IDK" at that point you both laughing so much that your stomach hurt.

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j-art-2d2 · 2 years

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hey!! i’m literally obsessed with caitlyn (arcane) so i was wondering if you could do a caitlyn x fem!reader smut? if thats okay with you <33

i most definitely got you! ur actually my first caitlyn x fem! reader smut request so i hope you enjoy bestie!

also ty for being so patient! <3

anyway here’s caitlyn being the momdom (pft!) that we didn’t know we wanted

If Only You’d Learn

In retrospect, you should’ve known better. You did know better. But you couldn’t help it. Your girlfriend has the worst habit of immersing herself into her work and forgetting that the rest of the world exists. If it were any other time, maybe you would’ve possibly thought this through. But another time didn’t exist to you in that moment. It had been two weeks since Cailtyn properly fucked you, and you were getting fed up.

Feeling bold after a shower, you stomp right up to where she’s working on the floor, purposefully leaving wet prints through the house. You’d think that'd be enough to catch her attention but no, she barely moves an inch. So you take it one step further. With the soles of your feet still wet, you take forward steps onto her work that’s lying on the floor, effectively leaving imprints on the papers. Immediately she looks up.

You watch in desperation as her nostrils flare, hoping that this was the last straw. The last slip up that will make her fuck some sense into you. But no. “Kitten.. do you want to tell me why you just decided to not only interrupt my work but ruin it as well ?” And that’s your girlfriend. Composed as hell, always. But you knew exactly what to do next.

“Just wanted to.”, you shrug while shifting your feet, the movement on damp paper leaving minuscule rips. Upon hearing the noises, Caitlyn stands up. But you hold your ground, looking up at the woman as innocently as possible. She takes an imposing step towards you, asserting her dominance. “Want to try to answer that again, my love?”, her pointer finger slides it’s way up from the center of your chest to the tip of your chin, making sure you can’t look away from her. You were soaked before she was even halfway up your chest, buzzing with anticipation.

You gulp. Now that she’s towering over you, you start to realize that maybe this what a bad idea. But you’re headstrong. That’s one of the things she loves about you. So you press further. “Not at a-” Her hand is on your throat. “Tsk. Why must you do this to me, Kitten..?” She applies enough pressure to make you dizzy, fading your inhibitions. “I see right through you, baby..”, the sweetness in her tone contrasts the dark look in her eyes. She was now helping to guide you towards the bed, aiding you in lying down. “You just want my attention..” Caitlyn then makes her way above you, movements slow and calculated. You were beginning to be hopeful that your plan was working out. “And maybe you’d get it..”, her voice deepening with every sentence.

Suddenly, in one swoop, your hands are pinned above your head and your legs are being pushed open by her knees. “If only you’d learn!”, she punctuates her words by slipping past your towel with her free hand and roughly dipping one finger inside of you, your wetness providing enough slick. Your walls squeeze against her digit, wanting more. You try to buck your knees but despite her appearance, Caitlyn is strong as hell, easily holding you down. She makes quick work of you, using her mouth to mark any exposed skin she could possibly reach from her position. The only friction she provides you with is the light flicking of her finger ghosting over your g-spot.

For a moment, you forget what this was all about. The only thing you can focus on is the way you need Caitlyn to just fuck you already. Tears of frustration prick your eyes, as you try once again to lift your hips. Caitlyn leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers softly to you, “Forgive me, my love, you just look so pretty when you cry underneath me.” You whine as a response. It's all you can do when you're completely at her mercy. “Have we learned our lesson, baby?” You nod your head swiftly, hoping that she'll accept that as your answer.

You can barely process the change in position before she's lifting you onto her lap. “Mmmm, that’s my girl. My good girl.”, Caitlyn hums in approval before slipping two more fingers into you. She grips your ass and bounces it up and down, effectively making you ride her. The fullness hits you all at once and the tears you were holding spill out. She leans down and licks a single tear off of your cheek before slyly asking, “Why are you crying, kitten? This is what you wanted right ?”

God, you love your fucking girlfriend.

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p0r0fluff · 9 months

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 1: Ahri

(Master list will be added upon next update)

Tags: Futanari x fem, Semi public sex, big cock, submissive Caitlyn, Soft Dom Ahri

Featured Characters: FUTA!Ahri, Caitlyn

Word Count: 3,625

Half a decade had led up to that faithful day. Her first day of active duty as a real police officer. Five years of working her butt off, day in and day out, and where had they placed her? Guard duty at Central Station. What an honour!

As if in a dream, Caitlyn marvelled at an airship as it coasted overhead. As long as the tallest buildings in Piltover were high, sporting eight egg-shaped balloons the size of clouds, it cast the entire station in shadow. What sort of wonders were contained within? Magical artifacts? Brave adventurers? Wise scholars? Maybe even Vastayans. Oh, what a treat that would be!

No. No, she needed to focus. She was an officer now. The people relied on her for their safety. What sorts of dangers could the airship hold? Smugglers? Fleeing felons? Weapons? Illicit substances?

“Eyes on the crowd, rookie!” Samuel snapped.

Samuel, her senior officer towered a head and a half over her. A plump, balding man who’d seen more years of active duty than Cailtyn had been alive for, to hear him say it; a true veteran. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd even as he reprimanded her.

“Yes- Yes, sir!”

Argh, what was she doing?! How many times had they drilled it into her?! Always stay alert, danger is everywhere. Caitlyn tore her eyes from the airship at once and watched the stream of bodies flooding through the final terminal gates. Right away she noticed most were locals returning to the country. Only Piltover residents dressed in such wild and lavish outfits.

A troupe of ladies wearing dresses with collars that reached high above their heads paraded past her. Rubies the size of coins speckled the towering collars, sparkling warmly in the sunlight. After them, a tall man with grey streaks in a well-kempt beard smiled and tipped his top hat at her. Gears and thin copper pipes adorned the hat. They worked together to make wire yordles dance on the brim. Before Caitlyn had even processed the spectacle, a little old lady passed beneath her nose, dressed in a gown with sleeves that trailed along the ground behind her. High fashion never made much sense but it always made for good entertainment.

“How many times must I say it, rookie? Focus!”

“Sorry, yes, you’re right sir.”

“I know I’m bloody right, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Sorry, sir.”

Caitlyn rubbed her temples, willing her stupid brain to focus. She couldn’t keep getting distracted. As a terminal guard, she held the responsibility to catch those who managed to fool the initial screening upon arrival. The last line of defense against evil trying to sneak into Piltover. Straightening her back, Caitlyn scanned the crowd for troublemakers.

She watched the bags carried by the crowd for suspicious bulges. She watched their eyes for any nervous shifting. She watched the people they met up with for signs of Zaun gang membership. But found nothing. Hundreds upon hundreds of people passed her by, all looking perfectly innocent. Good. Good, that meant Piltover was safe yet, as the hours passed, Caitlyn found it harder and harder to keep her eyes from the airships.

Just as she was about to sneak a look, something unbelievable passed in front of her. A woman with nine, white fox tails that sprouted from a hole in the back of her skirt. Two pointed ears with black fur, like that of a cat, twitched on top of her head. Gorgeous, flowing black hair streamed past her shoulders. A Vastayan. There was no doubt about it. Caitlyn tried to look away. She really did, but her stupid gay brain forced her to keep staring at the spectacle.

She could’ve melted right into the concrete.

A gap between the end of the vastayan’s skirt and knee-high socks, exposed two bulging, smooth thighs. The white of the skirt outlined a wide, round ass. A form-fitting, shoulderless blouse hugged a slim waist and perky breasts.

The Vastayan looked over her shoulder as if feeling her stare. A set of golden eyes stared back at her. Caitlyn’s insides melted.

Samuel huffed. “Vastayan pest. Up to no good, no doubt. Bring in her for inspection, rookie. Let’s see how you do against Vastayan trickery.”

“H-Her, sir?” Caitlyn pointed to the nine-tailed woman.

“No, the other one with nine tails. Yes her! Go! Now!”

“Ah, yes sir!” Caitlyn squeaked.

She hurried off, almost tripping as she half-ran from Samuel. Her haste vanished all in one go as she neared the Vastayan. The midday sun painted golden streaks in her raven hair, matching her eyes. A smirk spread across her lips, lifting the whisker-like streaks painted on her cheeks.

“Have I done something wrong, officer?” Even her voice was beautiful, all high and sweet.

“No, uh… No citizen, you are not in any trouble. You have been selected for a random search. If you follow me, I will escort you to a private inspection room.”

A little frown dropped her features. “Well, officer, I am in a bit of a rush. I’m running late for lunch with some very dear friends of mine.”

“I apologise, Ma’am but I must insist you come with me. This shouldn’t take long and I assure you I’ll do my very best to have you on your way as fast as I can.”

The Vastayan looked Caitlyn up and down. Her golden eyes pierced right through her. “You’re very polite aren’t you?” The smirk returned to her face.

Caitlyn’s voice caught in her throat. “Uh, yes- I mean no, I mean- “

The vastayan giggled. “Shall we proceed then?” She joined Caitlyn’s side.

Caitlyn cleared her throat. “Yes. Yes, follow me.”

Samuel gave her an approving nod as she led the Vastayan through a door in the exterior of the station. She couldn’t even enjoy the praise. She had to touch this gorgeous, sexy woman! She’d do something stupid. She would. Beautiful women always made her act stupid. She’d mess up and get reported and fired on her very first day!

Caitlyn led the Vastayan down a hall to one of five doors along the hall. She opened the door to the inspection room, a bare place of sterile tiles. Only a plastic chair in the corner and a bench along the back wall occupied the space. The sharp string of cleaning chemicals stabbed her nose.

“In here, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, dear.” The vastayan smiled as she passed by her through the doorway.

Caitlyn swallowed a gulp and lingered outside the room. With all her might she prayed that everything would just go right for once. She drew a deep breath and entered the room.

“Okay, Ma’am, let me run you through the procedure.” She turned her back on her to close the door. “This is a non-invasive search but, I am required to touch you in order to-”

When Caitlyn turned back around, the Vastayan’s skirt lay crumpled around her ankles. Her hands reached for the waistband of her panties.

“Ma’am no! This isn’t that kind of search!”

The Vastayan stopped. “Oh? My apologies, dear.”

She’d apologised but she didn’t sound the least bit embarrassed. Caitlyn noticed something peculiar. Something bulged in the Vastayan’s panties. Something big enough to be an illicit item.

“Ma’am. What’s that in your underwear?”

The Vastayan arched an eyebrow. “My penis.”

“Oh! I-I’m so sorry, Ma’am! I thought… it’s just it looked… oh, I’m sorry. Please, I didn’t mean any offence!”

“You thought… what? What did you think it was?”

“Well, you see… the, uh, the bulge- the bulge is big enough to look like drugs or a weapon or something. But it’s not! I can see that. Please, put your skirt back on. This isn’t a strip search. I’m so sorry for any confusion.”

“What if it is?”

“Wh… what?”

“What if it is drugs or a weapon? What if I’m lying?”

“Well… I’d have to detain you, Ma’am. But I can see that it isn’t. Please-”

“How do you know?”

“I just do. By looking.”

“You can see through clothes? No wonder they wanted you for this position.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I think the only way to know for sure is to take a look, dear.”

“No, really. I know. I can see it, uh… growing.” It looked as if she’d stuffed a cucumber in her panties.

The Vastayan chuckled. She stepped out of her crumpled skirt and approached with light, gliding steps. Her tails swished and snapped like vipers. “Well, there is another reason to look. I assure you.” The Vastayan stood so close her breath brushed against Caitlyn’s lips.

“What…?” Caitlyn backed up against the door.

The Vastayan pursued. Her golden stare filled Caitlyn’s vision. “Because you want to.”

Fire blazed on Caitlyn’s cheeks. The Vastayan stroked one soft, slender finger along the curve of Caitlyn’s cheekbone. A tingle shot down her spine.

“I assure you, I don’t,” Caitlyn said in a voice so small she could barely hear it.

“There’s no point in lying about it, dear. Your spirit speaks the truth for you, loud and clear. Lust is ever so sweet and, well dear, your spirit may as well be candy.” Her finger wandered past Caitlyn’s jaw and onto her neck.

White and blue light flashed in the Vastayan’s golden eyes the way clouds flash when lighting strikes. They saw right through her. Was this Vastayan magic? It must be.

“Even so. I’m… I’m on duty! I can’t just… do that stuff with you.”

The Vastayan giggled and rested her forehead against hers. “So adorable. You’re a precious thing, aren’t you dear? Come now, no one will notice. Especially not the ignorant fool posted outside. Do you think he’ll care if you take a few extra minutes to search me? A few dozen even. No, he’ll praise you for your thoroughness in dealing with the Vastayan pest.”

“You heard that?”

“I hear many things, dear and see more.” Her finger gilded onto her collarbone. “Now, be a good girl, get on your knees and start your inspection.”

She shouldn’t. “Yes, Ma’am.” It’s improper. The tiles chilled her knees. It’s unprofessional. The Vastayan’s panties slipped off easy as that.

Her cock erupted from its confinement, missing her cheek by less than an inch. Thick veins bulged and throbbed along the shaft. The ballsack had tightened in the cold of the room but, even so, fitted comfortably in the palm of Caitlyn’s hand. When she took hold of the immense shaft, her finger failed to reunite, no matter how tight she held it.

The Vastayan took a small step back so that the cock hung in front of her face, rather than beside it. She stroked Caitlyn’s hair and slipped the tie from her ponytail, spilling her dark-blue hair down her back.

“Much better,” the Vastayan said. “Before you begin, dear tell me your name. When things are impersonal, they’re so awfully dull.”

“Caitlyn, Ma’am.”

“Oh, I love it. So pretty.” She cupped Caitlyn’s cheek. “Mine is Ahri but, keep calling me Ma’am it’s so much more fun.”

Caitlyn smiled. “Yes, Ma’am. Shall I begin?”

“Soon, dear. First, how is your gag reflex?”

“My… my gag reflex.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Normal, I guess.”

“Hmm, well let’s see if we can’t change that. You’re going to gag, I’m afraid. You’ll feel like you’re choking but I assure you, you won’t. Just relax, breathe through your nose and look into my eyes. Can you do that?”

“I can!” Caitlyn said far too eagerly.

Ahri laughed. Her cock twitched. “Good girl. Now open wide, gum those teeth, yes that’s it. Very good.” She placed her hand on the door and put all her weight on it as she guided her cock into Caitlyn’s mouth.

It pressed her tongue down flat and pushed against the roof of her mouth. Warm sweet and salty filled her mouth. The tip slid past her tonsils and, just as Ahri had said, she gagged. Tears brimmed in her eyes, unbidden. Spit spluttered onto her chin. Yet, the discomfort soothed her. Which made absolutely no sense.

“Relax, dear… Look into my eyes”

Caitlyn did just that. Staring into Ahri’s twin pools of gold, she remembered a mantra from the academy. Discomfort is only sensation and sensation can’t hurt you. She drew a deep breath through her nose and let her muscles turn to jelly. Ahri’s cock slid deeper and deeper down her throat until her balls pressed against her chin. Ahri shuddered and snatched a handful of her hair.

“So talented~ Keep it up, dear.” Ahri smiled as she bit her lip.

Caitlyn would have smiled too if her lips weren’t stretched to their limits. Instead, she let her eyes speak for her, staring deep into Ahri’s. A mischievous glint flared in Ahri’s golden pools as she drew her hips back.

She thrust her cock back down Caitlyn’s throat. Caitlyn gagged at once. Spit spluttered. She moaned and spit spluttered again, slicking her chin and Ahri’s balls. Wet warmth explored the patch of her chest left bare by her officer’s dress.

Ahri’s hips moved back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking Caitlyn’s head into the door. For all her relaxing, Ahri’s girth forced gag after gag after gag, and splutter after splutter after splutter. The wet warmth discovered her breasts, soaking her brand new uniform.

Comforting discomfort. The steady rocking of Ahri’s thrusts. The sweet and salt of her cock. Heaven of Earth.

“Pleasure yourself, dear,” Ahri panted. “Don’t nod, just keep looking at me. Oh keep looking at me Caitlyn~”

Caitlyn stared into Ahri’s eyes as started a frantic search for her pussy. Floundering, her hand dove between her legs, slipped under her officer's dress and circled her clit through her panties. Gentle little bolts of pleasure danced in her groin. Each bolt flared in time with each thrust of Ahri’s cock.

Ahri’s moaned soft, delicate moans. Adorable, little gasps accented each draw of her cock. Her nine tails swished rhythmically behind her, slow and steady. Her ears drooped, laying flat on her head. Suddenly, her moans became loud. Her tails puffed and stood on end. Her ears stiffened. She cried out, whipped her cock out of Caitlyn’s mouth and staggered back. Her cock twitched and throbbed and bulged as her face scrunched up.

“Fuck, dear! You almost made me cum. Oh, I apologise, I usually have much better control.”

“It’s okay, Ma’am.” Caitlyn continued pleasuring herself and staring into Ahri’s eyes. “You can cum if you want.”

Ahri face softened and she cupped Caitlyn’s cheek. “So sweet of you to offer but, no. It’s improper to cum before your bottom. Now, how about we get you out of those dirty clothes and get me inside you?”

For a moment, Caitlyn forgot to breathe. She felt herself nod, take Ahri’s hand and stand. As if floating, she allowed Ahri to guide her over to the chair in the corner of the room by the hand. Once they were standing before it, Ahri unlaced her officer’s dress at the back and let it fall to the ground. In a flash, she unhooked her bra and let that fall to the ground too, leaving Caitlyn in nothing but her thigh-high officer’s boots and her sodden panties.

“Your uniform doesn’t exaggerate. You’ve got quite a full chest, dear.” Ahri cupped her left breast and pinched her right nipple.

Caitlyn gasped. “Th-thank you, Ma’am.”

Tossing any courtesy out the window, Caitlyn stared at Ahri’s chest. Ahri giggled and removed her shoulderless, form-fitting red blouse. She wore no bra underneath. Two perky breasts bounced out. Two pink nipples stood erect. Forgetting herself, Caitlyn grasped them, kneading the pillowy flesh and thumbing the hardened nipples.

“Oh, quite bold. Good girl.” She slipped Caitlyn’s panties past her hips and glided her palms over the curves. “Keep the boots on dear. They’re electrifying.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Caitlyn said staring into her breasts.

Ahri eased Caityn’s hands away from her breasts before making her way to the chair. She sat down and held her cock by the base, waiting with a significant look.

“Coming, Ma’am.” With a spring in her step, Cailtlyn approached and straddled Ahri. Her knees sunk into the soft embrace of Ahri’s thighs.

Ahri seized her hips and held her above her cock. Staring down into Ahri’s eyes from on top, Caitlyn decided to be a little bold. She grabbed both of Ahri’s breasts, leaned on them and kissed her. Ahri smiled against her lips, kissed her hard and licked her teeth.

“Ah! You’re such a delight!” Ahri laughed.

Caitlyn blushed, squeezed her breasts and kissed her again. Lips locked and hands full, Caitlyn lowered herself onto Ahri’s cock. The girth stretched her right to the limit. An electric shudder shivered up her spine and she fell into Ahri’s kiss. Ahri seized her ass, holding her still.

“Easy now, dear. I’m quite big and you’re- oh you’re awfully small.”

“Y-” Caitlyn moaned then swallowed. “Yes Ma’am.”

As slow as she could manage, Caitlyn sat on Ahri’s cock. Shivers and shudders turned her bones to pudding but, despite it all, she kept strong and never faltered until, suddenly, Ahri’s groin met her clit. Nothing had ever been so deep inside her. Not even her biggest toy. It must’ve been the very edge of her limit. As if Ahri and she had been made for each other.

Caitlyn rode Ahri slowly. Very very slowly. Pushing herself up until her thighs stood straight and then, sliding back down the entire length. Never once, did Ahri’s cock leave her pussy. Not even close. Ahri assisted the climb, lifting her ass with a firm grip. All the while they kissed, flicking each other’s teeth, sucking each other’s tongues. The pleasure was unreal. I rocked her whole body. She floated with each movement small and large.

But she could not float forever. All of a sudden, she came crashing down. Her joints locked. Her muscle turned to steel. A fountain of bliss spurted up her spine, all the way to her shoulder blades in long, crashing pulses. A steel grip seized every part of her body. She cried out. She shouldn’t have, not so loud but, she did.

“That’s it dear.” Ahri stroked her back. “Enjoy it. You’ve earned it.”

As the fountain died and euphoria’s steel grip loosened, Caitlyn melted into Ahri’s embrace.

Ahri arm’s swaddled her. Gentle heat radiated from Ahri’s pillowy breasts through Caitlyn’s, calming her tight chest and racing heart. Ahri’s heart did quite the opposite. It thundered against Caitlyn’s chest. Ahri took hold of Caitlyn’s face and buried her face into hers, locking their lips. She pulled away. A thread of spit connected their lips. Ahri’s jaw clenched.

“I want to fuck you. I want to give you everything I’ve got. Can you handle that, dear?”

“I can~”

“I can, Ma’am.”

“I can, Ma’am. Please fuck me.”

“Good, get up. Quickly now.”

Caitlyn slid off Ahri’s cock and scrambled to her feet. Her legs may as well have been noodles by Caitlyn refused to fall.

“On the bench.” Ahri panted as she spoke, her voice trembling. “On all fours, face down, ass up. Yes, that’s it, good girl. Thighs straight. Perfect, dear!” Stroking her cock, she mounted Caitlyn. One hand planted beside Caitlyn’s head, and the other took hold of her hip.

With no warning, Ahri plunged inside her. The pleasure that erupted through her with that one, single thrust dwarfed everything Ahri had even given her up until then. The second came quicker than the first and before Caitlyn recovered from either of them, the third came. A flurry of rapid thrusts fucked Caitlyn down into the bench. She moaned and moaned, curled her toes and kicked her feet. Ahri’s power threatened to topple her. Her legs threatened to betray her. But, she would not collapse. Ahri’s pleasure relied on it.

Ahri’s rhythm was all off, all janky and mismatched but, Caitlyn didn’t care. No orgasm in the world could compare to being used like that. Being someone’s plaything. She’d always been a good girl. A dutiful girl. She never broke the rules. Never stepped out of line. Always did what was expected of her.

What had she been thinking all these years?

“Cum inside me, Ma’am!”

“I will!” Ahri let out a long moan. “I am!”

Ahri buried both hands between Caitlyn’s shoulder blades and buried herself deep inside. Their cries mixed into one, unified moan. Hot cum filled her in a flash and then overflowed, spilling onto the bench. As cum cascased like a waterfall, Ahri and Caitlyn fought to catch their breaths.

Time had appeared to slow but, with each ragged gasp it regained its tempo. Ahri slid out of Caitlyn, her huge cock shrunken and limp. A gush of cum flowed from Caitlyn’s pussy and yet, she still felt full.

Lacking the energy to move, her cheek planted against the cold steel of the bench, Caitlyn could only look up at Ahri as she loomed over her. Her nine tails flicked and swished around her slim waist and wide hips. A sheen of sweat showed off the subtle definition of abs. Ahri gave her a great show as she turned and approached her clothes. Her wide, round ass swayed with each step. She fished a notebook and pen from a pocket inside her skirt of all places and jotted something down. She tore out the page and planted it beside Caitlyn’s head.

“Come to this address, tomorrow, midday. More of this, more than you can possibly imagine, awaits you.”

Ahri planted a kiss on Caitlyn’s cheek, dressed and left Caitlyn to soak in glee. She'd prayed for things to go right and right things had gone.

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Next chapter, Caitlyn meets the cast and who should be there but Vi?

#league of legends #ahri #fanfic #fanfiction #ahri fanfic #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x ahri #caitlyn fanfic #smut #18+ only

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purplegrapevines · 6 months

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Arcane Preferences/Kinks Headcannons

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa, Jayce x fem!reader

Vi would be a switch. She doesn't seem very kinky, but I feel like she would be into praise and choking. She loves to tell you that you're doing a good job, and she loves hearing the same back. If she's choking you, she'd make sure not to press too hard that you actually couldn't breathe. But she just loves the sight of you underneath her, getting fucked out of your mind with her bandaged hand around your neck.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Getting fucked with my hand around your little neck. You're such a good girl for me."

Caitlyn

She's definitely a dom. I feel like Caitlyn's pretty experienced with sex and various kinks. She's definitely into some bondage and overstimulation. She just wants to make you feel good, even if it gets too much for you. She'd tie you up however she likes and make you take whatever she gives you. She'd press a vibrator to your clit and watch you as you fall apart, no matter how many times you cum.

"Aw, is it too much for my girl? You're too sensitive, baby? C'mon, just one more, just give me one more..."

Sevika

Do I even gotta say she's a hard and mean dom? This woman is definitely kinky as FUCK, too. Heavy bondage, dacryphilia, pet play, denial, spanking, just to name a few. She'd love to put some cat ears on you, and a pretty little tail in you, as you sit in front of her on your knees. She'd ignore you and continue with some paperwork until you're clawing at her knee and begging her to help you. Even after tears stream down your face in frustration, she'd just laugh and mock you.

"Aw, my pet, are you crying? Crying because you want me to touch you, hm? That bad? Fuck, you're so pathetic. You just have to shut up and look pretty for me."

Grayson

Grayson's definitely a gentle dom. She also has a mommy kink, for sure. She'd fuck you slowly on her fingers and praise you for doing so good. She loves hearing your moans and pleas for her to go faster, to touch you more.

"Does my pretty girl want me to go faster? Well, since you've been so good for me, I suppose I can... is this good?"

Ambessa

Hard dom. She would definitely be into size kink, manhandling, mommy kink, spanking kink, and body worship. She loves how big and strong she is compared to you, and how much power she has to be able to contort your body into any position she wants. She loves relaxing on the sofa while you go down and eat her out or kiss all over her body. She'd also love doing the same to you. And if you're a bad girl, she'd have no hesitation to spank you or slap you until you're her good girl again.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still? Aw, you couldn't? The stimulation was too much? I don't care. Over my lap, now. Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't make mommy put you over her lap herself..."

Jayce

Lil subby boy with a praise kink who definitely tries to mask it at first. It would take a while to get him to feel comfortable enough with you to share his preferences/desires. But once he does, he'd love being your good boy and getting praised by you. He'd be nervous and hesitant at first if you asked to peg him, but he trusts you and he'd let you do it eventually. Also mommy kink (sorry, I love this one).

"Mommy, it hurts. Ow, ow... please slower... thank you, mommy. Am I being good for you? Please tell me I'm your good boy. Ah, fuck, it feels so nice... you're so nice to me, mommy..."

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spicypepperjack · 3 months

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CaitVi Kabedon, but it's Miles and Gwen by @redrum-alice on Tumblr and Twitter (https://twitter.com/redrumalice); commission requested by me

This comic recreates the scene in my "Miles and Gwen Go to Comic-Con" fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/49026382), and my lord it's cuter than how I imagined it! For context, Miles and Gwen go to Comic-Con, and they decide to recreate the CaitVi scene because they notice that Gwen and Vi have very similar (if not identical) voices. They get a friendly Jinx cosplayer to take their pictures.

On another note, the artist also does a lot of Arcane fanart, specifically a lot of Ekko x Jinx (aka Timebomb), so if you like Arcane and/or like Timebomb, feel free to check out her art!

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massacredkitty · 8 months

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cait & vi overstimulation n punishment PLEASE

nsfw ౨ৎ

with your wrists bound to your ankles, all you could do was lay there and take what they give you. you weakly lift your head from the pillows to watch as the two kiss, vi’s fingers rutting inside you while caitlyn holds a vibrator against your pretty swollen clit. in fact she was so focussed on the kissing that she barely realises how hard she was pressing the full speed toy against you, that or she just didn’t care how much trouble it was causing you

vi’s fingers push inside you and stay snug as her mouth travels south on cait’s soft skin, her free hand cupping the blue haired girl’s breast to mouth at her nipples. you feel neglected, the vibrator still abusing your clit and all you can do is cry and drop your head back on the bed

a loud moan leaves you as a third fingers slips into you, both women snapping back into action. you’re almost regretful for taking the slight moment of peace for granted, going back to crying and shaking as they fuck you out awww

#MASSACREDKITTY .ᐟ #🐾 rqs ྀི #vi #caitlyn kiramman fanfic #vi arcane smut #vi arcane #vi smut #vi x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman smut #caitvi #arcane vi smut #arcane caitlyn #cait kiramman #vi x caitlyn x reader

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r3starttt · 4 months

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I need her

#caitlyn kiramman fanfic #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x reader #i need her #lesbian #ren core ♡‧₊˚

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rougecreator1 · 1 month

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Masterlist... //

Personal Introduction

Fandoms

Rules for Requests (must read before making requests)

Wip Masterlist

Hi!! This is my master-list blog, including any and all info you'll need before making a request. Tells you who I am, who I write for, submission rules, and works I've already done! I'll try to keep this as updated as possible; if I somehow miss something don't hesitate to tell me! || Requests open!

Meangirls (2024)

Regina George

Beauty is Pain -Regina's high heels bother her, reader notices and makes Regina switch shoes. (established relationship.)

Desire for you Affinity

-reader is a mystery student on y/sports team, Regina sends Gretchen to gather information. Eventually you're asked to join the plastics.

(mutual crushes.)

Under the Protection of Regina George -reader is bullied for being nonbinary, Regina comes to their rescue and comforts reader at the end. (established relationship.)

Pretty Girl Part 1 -reader is a new student at NorthShore who keeps running into Regina, Regina defends reader and has her join the plastics. (starts as friends.)

Part 2

-Regina takes Reader to her house with the rest of the plastics. She gives Reader a makeover to be party-ready.

(friends.)

Second Chances -College AU. Regina asks reader out to a cafe date. Regina apologies to reader. They run into Gretchen and Karen after leaving the cafe. (first date.)

Shattered Glass

-Reader watched Regina get ready for school, comforting her when she had to end up wearing jogging pants because nothing else fit.

(established relationship.)

Bruising Kisses

-Gretchen tells Regina about a rumour where reader is close to another girl, Regina publicly claims reader in the hallway. When they get home, Regina's insecurities show and reader assures Regina they only have eyes for her. Lots of kisses.

(established relationship.)

Poly!Plastics

NorthShore Nowheres Part 1 -reader is the leader of NorthShore's infamous biker gang; NorthShore Nowheres. Plastics decide they're interested in reader, but so has Cady... (aware of, not yet dating.)

Slow Boil -reader doesn't get enough sleep, the next day people get on her nerves and it pushes her to a boiling point where she snaps at Cady for insulting her girls (established relationship.)

Insecurities -Reader feels left out when Cady joins the group: the girls don't notice right away. When date night rolls around and all they seem to talk about is Cady, Reader can't take it. (established relationship.)

Whats One More?

-Reader keeps helping out everyone to the point where it begins to effect her sleep schedule. Ms. Norbury notices and brings it to the attention of the plastics, who comfort Reader and get Reader to sleep.

(established relationship.)

Heatwave

-It's HOT. Regina is unaffected and makes them go outside for lunch, Reader faints from the heat and her girls (along with Ms. Norbury) take care of her.

(established relationship.)

Janis Imi'ike

Pretty Little Secret -Reader calls Janis in tears as she talks about her experiences at her school. Janis suggests she switches to NorthShore. The following Monday, Reader starts at NotthShore and things go from there. (established relationship.)

Legend of Korra

Avatar Korra

Gifted with Impurity Part 1 -reader is the daughter of Amon. Your father only ever allowed you to use blood bending, after your father's defeat you seek the help of Avatar Korra to get back what you have lost. (enemies to lovers.) Part 2 -You and Korra are attacked by Equalist chi blockers after your date. She defends you, you save her with blood bending. (established relationship.)

Dining with the Rich -Korra finds reader hanging out by the park river and offers to take her on a nice date, it's been a while since they had the chance to. (established relationship.)

Arcane

Caitlyn Kiramman

Your Idiot -reader gets back from a heist, Caitlyn isn't pleased. The heist would later come back to interrupt their date. (established relationship.)

Jinx

Accidental Truth -reader and Jinx head to their usual hangout, falling for each other along the way. Jinx accidentally confesses her feelings and reader returns them. (friends to lovers.)

One thing I should've told You -reader and Jinx escape enforcers with the help of the magic reader has tried so hard to keep hidden. Jinx is mad at reader for keeping it hidden. (friends to lovers.)

Hazbin Hotel

Carmilla x Velvette x Reader

To the Hip -reader invites herself to an Overlord meeting, cuddling with Velvette and accidentally disturbing the meeting. (established relationship.)

Devil in a Calm Sea -reader is in an Overlord meeting, keeping Velvette and Carmilla in check. Valentino keeps flirting with reader and reader loses it. (established relationship.)

Heathers

Heather Chandler

Tipsy Hook Ups

-Reader gets spotted by Heather M and the two become fast friends, resulting in reader joining the Heathers & Veronica. Heather M invites Reader to a house party where drunk!Heather Chandler hooks up with drunk!Reader.

(undefined?)

Totally Killer

Pam Miller

Drunk Girls Kiss

-Reader is best friends with the Mollys, specifically Pam Miller. What happens when they drink a little too much at a house party?

(friends to more?)

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Soft Thorns

-Reader's on the more clumsy side, Wednesday's there to support Reader when they need it. Wednesday's "soft" side surprises everyone.

(siblings.)

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pastel-peach-writes · 7 months

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Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

WC: 2,285

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shipsnthenight · 2 months

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Me and @thewriterinthebatcave at it again!

Caitlyn has it all. She's one of the most influential pop musicians in the world, critics acclaim her music, albums fly off shelves and her fans adore her. At twenty six, she has conquered pretty much everything there was to in the music business. Now off duty and with some time for herself after a six months long overseas tour, back at home in Piltover, she decides to do something for herself.

Enter Vi, a young and skilled tattoo artist, armed with an extensive portfolio, enough charm to bewitch a brick and just enough cluelessness that takes on the job to ink Caitlyn's skin.

What could possibly go wrong?

#caitvi #piltover's finest #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi fanfic #vi arcane #arcane AU #modern day AU #alternate universe modern setting #violyn #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi #caitlyn arcane #taylor swift

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zaidenchan · 2 months

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So... i had an idea.

I put so much work into shading just for me to put an overlay over them 😭😭😭 backgrounds are my biggest enemy so rip

I don't understand lighting, I just shade what my heart tells me too.

Oh and HERE is a link to my recent CaitVi fic! NSFW 🔞

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j-art-2d2 · 2 years

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snippet of Chapter 7 of Correction [caitjinx college au fic]

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ilikereadingthisiswhatilike · 4 months

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Vi & Caitlyn

(X) = Smut

Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You spill paint on Vi jacket and Vi gets really upset. Caitlyn is stuck in the middle. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Doormate @pastel-peach-writes Summary: You have a bad day at work. Caitlyn and Vi are trying to make you feel better. Warnings: Outburst of anger Special Tags: Polly Au,

Brat @inari-zaheer Summary: You start to act up after going a while without sex. Warnings: Mentions of sex Special Tags: Polly Au,

Midnight I saw you @pathetic-sapphic (X) Summary: vi really likes to eat you out and Caitlyn likes to watch. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au,

Stressful Days @inari-zaheer (X) Summary: You and Vi start make out while waiting for Caitlyn to come home form work. Warnings: None Special Tags: Polly Au, Voyeurism

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messylxve · 9 months

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ghost spider | cisco ramon x Gn!reader

part one

It was a just another day for Team Flash. One more meta-human captured and one step closer to a safe city. So when the alarm went off for a robbery, they all thought it was nothing more.

“He’s making a run for it Barry,” Cisco warned through the comms system. “You’ll catch him if you cut through the alley on 24th and Charles.”

Doing as Cisco said, he made his way on the street, skidding to a stop when he saw a panicked man rushing down the road. But Barry’s grin was quickly wiped off of his face when the robber was yanked off the street and into the air.

“Oh you robbers make it so easy,” a voice sighed.

Looking up, Barry’s eyes landed on you, hanging upside down so you were eye to eye with the cursing man.

“Who are you,” Barry shouted from his place on the ground.

You looked around the crook, smiling under the mask at the sight of the Flash. “No one of consequence.”

You suddenly flipped in the air, landing on a fire escape above the Flash and leaving the robber hanging. “But you can call me Ghost Spider.”

“Ghost Spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the name, but before he could make another comment the sound of a gun firing stopped the both of them.

Barry was quick to rush to your side to stop the bullet, but you too moved fast—dodging the speeding weapon like it was nothing more than a football.

“Hey,” you shouted, turning to the man. “Didn’t anyone teach you fire safety?”

You flung a web out, snatching the firearm from the man, leaving both him and Barry shocked. “You could have killed me,” you pouted.

“W-w,” Barry stammered out, now more intrigued than ever. “What was that?!”

“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.

“I swear to god,” the robber grumbled. “I’ll kill you both.”

“Blah blah blah,” you mocked, shooting another web to cover his mouth. “No one likes a blabber mouth.”

You turned back to Flash. “I’ll leave him to you. Catch you around Flash.”

Flinging a web at the nearest building, you swung away out of sight, leaving Barry watching you practically fly over Central City in awe.

“Did you see that,” he exclaimed to the very angry robber.

“So are they a meta-human,”Caitlyn asked once Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“I think so. I mean they dodged a bullet that they didn’t even see get fired.”

“Wow,” Cisco mused. “And they shot spider-webs from their wrists?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s strong enough that they can hang from it and swing from buildings with it.”

“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”

“How do you even know if they’re a man,” Caitlyn questioned.

“Spider-Woman.”

“Actually,” Barry cut in. “Ghost Spider.”

“No,” Cisco exclaimed. “I name things, not you.”

Barry threw up his hands in mock defense. “I didn’t name them, they told me their name. Ghost Spider.”

Cisco frowned. “Hmm, it’s okay. I guess.” In truth he loved it, but he’d never admit it out loud.

That next time you made an appearance with the Flash, it was less than ideal. You had shown up right in time to meet the man in yellow.

To put it lightly, he didn’t appreciate you butting in on his meet with the Flash. You could hold your ground for only so long, but when he dragged you across the wall with his speed and threw you to the concrete ground, you looked worse than battered.

When Barry found you, you were knocked out, covered in blood, and mask in shreds, revealing your face.

His own instincts kicking in, he rushed you to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“Help me,” he panted after speeding into The Cortex with you in his arms.

It was action first and questions later as Caitlyn and Cisco rushed you to their makeshift hospital bed.

Hours later, your condition was finally stabilized, leaving the three to talk in the room over.

“They had 4 broken ribs, major fractures in their skull and will have extreme scarring all over their face.” She shook her head in disbelief. “There was no way they could have come back from that but…they did.”

“I guess that answers our meta-human question,” Cisco whispered.

“Do you know exactly how they were able to survive that, much less stabilize so quickly?”

Caitlyn shook her head. “No. I could run tests, but I wouldn’t want to do that while they’re in such a fragile condition and without them knowing.”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

Everyone whipped around in shock to see you leaning on the door way; the only sign of damage on you being the discoloration from your scars and the tired expression in your eyes.

“Woah,” Cisco exclaimed. “You should not be up much less even awake.

A tired chuckle left you. “I’m fine.”

“Cisco’s right,” Caitlyn entered. “You shouldn’t be up, it’s extremely dangerous.”

“I promise you, I’m fine. You can check if you’d like.”

Caitlyn gave Cisco and Barry a glance, begging for them to back her up, but sighed when she saw it was fruitless.

“Okay.”

Not too long after the group found themselves looking over your X-rays and brain scans.

“How?”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

“But on this level,” Cisco asked in amazement, coming in close and touching your cheek, examining your face. “It’s nearly impossible.”

Heat spread up your neck, burning your cheeks and ears as you felt how close he was.

“Shoot sorry, got too excited,” he laughed off, embarrassment settling in on him.

“It’s okay,” you laughed before clearing your throat. “It started a few months ago when your particle accelerator blew up. You see, I’m a biochemist for Mercury Labs and I was studying spiders and their healing capabilities—did you know the silk in a spider could repair human ligaments or—or that sea spiders can regrow entire body parts instead of just limbs.”

“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.

“Right sorry, besides the point,” you coughed. “I was at the lab late that night, looking over my work and when the incident happened, everything kind of exploded all over me. I woke up feeling normal at first, but everything felt dialed up to 20. I could hear see, and feel everything, a million times better than before. I was stronger, all of my injuries would heal overnight or even in hours. I stuck to walls and I had what I call a 6th sense. It helps me sense danger before it’s there.”

“Like a spidey sense,” Cisco whispered in amazement.

“Yeah,” you smiled, your stomach doing weird flips. “Like a spidey sense.”

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