Caitlyn X Reader - Blog Posts

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thinking about caitlyn slapping your clit repeatedly as a means to taunt…

you’d be sat on her lap, squirming against her front as you get two fingers tapping your clit roughly. the sinful noises your sopping cunt would make is equivalent to music to her ears, and she’d be having a field day with that shit.

you’d beg for her to actually touch you, for her to genuinely pump her fingers inside you knuckles deep — but we go at caitlyn’s pace. we always go at caitlyn’s pace.

and right now, caitlyn’s having fun smacking your clit again and again, forcing your thighs open; her long nails leaving painful crescent marks on your flesh. at this point, you’d be wriggling like a seal against her, jaw slack as a slew of whines and whimpers exit your lips like running water.

you know if you were to complain again, like you have been for the past few minutes, she’d slow down her pace and prolong her sweet torture. so you bite your tongue, resolving in lolling your head against her shoulder, wincing when caitlyn hits your pussy too hard.

“is it hurting?” she coos, her voice akin to honey mockingly dripping down your ear. you melt against her, moaning as a response.

Final

Caitlyn Kiramman sempre pensou em tudo, suas coisas estão sempre organizadas , in different spreadsheets, stored documents, a totally competent assistance and of course, countless rich and important people who can do any favor for the great criminal lawyer of Piltover. And she thought, after six months seeing you in the lower city, she was unable to complete the mission, claiming that she had another mission, she passed case VI to Maddie, her colleague, and the blue-eyed brunette stayed with you, or with both of you. Caitlyn called an old colleague, the owner of a hospital. This friend owed Caitlyn a favor and in exchange, she replaced you from Zaun to Piltover. It was her dream, to give up her old history in the lower city to start a new life, a comfortable life, and Caitlyn did not think twice about making such a proposal to you, to be a respected nurse in Piltover. You knew that she was a caring woman, always taking care of others, never thinking about herself, only taking care of what was hers. You were the best thing in Caitlyn's life. At first it was something like an obsession and then it turned into love, on both sides. You love her and you intend to do the best in her life. You know that Caitlyn has always worked hard and had her heart broken many times, but none of that matters to the brunette. You are the love of her life. With your new job, you could ask Caitlyn out, she was always the one who asked you out, now you could surprise her, dining at the best restaurant or having sex in the best motel in town, now you were enjoying each other's presence on the balcony of Caitlyn's huge apartment, you hugging her from behind, peppering slow kisses on the taller girl's neck, she holding your hands, so close. It seemed like you would disappear at any moment, but you weren't going to leave her life any time soon. The view was incredible, the richest part of Piltover sparkled with the sound of the city's convertibles, the signs of the expensive stores and Caitlyn's smile, her eyes shining at you, her smile showing her beautiful teeth, yes, you fell hard for this woman, you love her. “I love you, Cait,” you said, kissing her cheek. “I love you more, angel,” Caitlyn said, pulling you into a quiet kiss.

Part 2

Caitlyn se apaixonou por você, te querendo completamente, corpo e alma, e se entregou completamente, se doando tanto como não fazia há muito tempo, pois teve seu coração partido por muitas mulheres corporativas de coração frio, a mulher de cabelos escuros só quer te amar de verdade.

O primeiro beijo aconteceu quando vocês foram tomar um ar no final do hospital, observando as luzes baixas de Zaun, Caitlyn te seguiu com uma garrafa de água, ela sabia que você também estava desesperado por algo, um instinto martelando em suas veias. Caitlyn te viu, seu uniforme verde acentuando suas grandes curvas, seu peito subindo e descendo calmamente, seu cabelo preso em um coque desajeitado e seu rosto vermelho de cansaço, se dependesse da mulher, você estaria em uma banheira de porcelana cara, com aromas caros e depois um jantar para vocês dois, um momento íntimo que no futuro vocês compartilharão juntos, porque tudo que Caitlyn Kiramman quer, ela consegue.

Você sentiu a mulher atrás de você, sua presença marcante, alta e bem cuidada, te puxando cuidadosamente, você levantou seu rosto, capturando aqueles olhos azuis brilhantes, cativantes e cheios de vida, você passou um longo dedo sobre sua bochecha gordinha, dando-lhe uma deliciosa carícia, seu rosto ficou quente, fervendo sob a palma grande e fria de Caitlyn, sem rodeios, a mulher mais alta puxou sua cintura, colando seus corpos como um só corpo, Caitlyn esmagou seus lábios nos seus.

No momento em que ela imaginou tanto quando pisou neste lugar baixo, quando ela te viu pela primeira vez, puxando seus lábios, chupando a pele do seu pescoço, marcando você sob o luar de Zaun, a mulher de olhos azuis não perdeu tempo, ela te beijou novamente até que seus lábios estivessem vermelhos, seu coração disparou, porque você sabia que por trás daquele beijo incrível, você sabia a verdade.

— Você conseguiu o que queria, Caitlyn Kiramman? - você pediu, observando a reação de Caitlyn, que aos poucos ia se desfazendo, os ombros tensos sob seus braços, os olhos assustados pelas lentes falsas dos óculos, não tinha como fugir de você, ela já te ama, e não quer que você se afaste.

- Eu... eu ia te dizer, por favor me perdoe - a súplica saiu cortante, como uma facada em seu peito, apesar do disfarce, você sabia que tudo o que ela te mostrou durante os dias era a pura verdade, a verdadeira Caitlyn, mas a mulher estava entrando em estado de êxtase, como se você fosse expulsá-la daquele hospital, ela precisa da sua aprovação. Você a olhou direto nos olhos, ainda vestida de Lena, não tinha como odiá-la, seu coração batia muito rápido quando viu Caitlyn pela primeira vez, tudo nela te chamava para mais perto, você decidiu ficar com ela para dar aulas no programa de voluntariado, escolheu mudar de dormitório para ouvir sua respiração, decidiu perdoar sua primeira mentira, porque no fundo, você já amava Caitlyn antes mesmo de descobrir quem ela era.

Everyone knows that Caitlyn Kiramman is a woman of virtue, full of commitments, a busy schedule, an enviable bank account, her phone ringing all the time with new clients, filthy rich politicians accessing her at any time, the great criminal lawyer, who walks around in tailored suits in Piltover, the city for the rich. The truth was that the renowned lawyer was in trouble, Caitlyn Kiramman was madly in love with the nurse from Zaun, the polluted underground city below Piltover.The woman did not like this feeling, of something pulling at her chest, of the burning of the other woman's indifference, of the woman who barely knew of her professional existence, the woman who thought Caitlyn Kiramman was just Lena, a volunteer at the Zaun hospital, a part-time helper who was looking for a job or visiting a relative who had no chance of living.But Caitlyn is so in love with you, with your kindness towards the poor and sick patients, with your intelligence, your agility in caring for so many scattered people, people who have already lost hope of living, but she has already caught some ladies smiling at you, a smile that warms the chest, a smile of hope. Caitlyn never imagined that infiltrating as a part-time volunteer for an operation in Piltover would make her fall in love with a nurse with bright eyes.The criminal lawyer was enchanted by your movements, the sway of your wide hips moving through the dirty and crooked stairs of the hospital, she was excited by how the uniform hugged your large curves, your full lips always stretched with a loving smile, even teaching some tricks to the other volunteers. It was just an operation to find the supposed criminal VI of Zaun, but the operation passed through her fingers, the moment she laid eyes on you, it was like a breath of burning fire, pulling with iron chains, her fingers touching your shoulder to the volunteers' room.As the days went by, Caitlyn Kiramman managed to locate the criminal, but she pretended to the agents that she couldn't find her whereabouts, just to stay with you, because in the end, you were sharing the same room, you were supposed to instruct her, it wasn't bad, there were too many patients for just one person and Caitlyn didn't want you to get tired and not talk at the end of the day.Then there were the days off, that's when you noticed that Caitlyn Kiramman arrived looking very refreshed for a part-time student from Zaun, no one had such well-cared for skin and hydrated hair in that outdated hospital, her nails were very well cared for and her clothes were clean, you were also very careful with your appearance, in order to pass on hope to the sick, but you always had a sixth sense about the people you trust, but you never imagined that Lena, the clumsy, tall and very physically fit volunteer was the greatest criminal lawyer in Piltover, the woman who always appeared in the newspapers defending someone very important, but Lena wears glasses and has her hair in a ponytail, people usually have a similarity, oddly enough.

insatiable hunger.

yearning yearning yearning, i write more of these little poem things than i do actual fan-fiction ‘m sorry </3 i hope you enjoy this too, though!!

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i see her face. in the ever fast movement the spinning world around me makes, i always catch her face — she’s driven me mad.

wether it be her or not, i’m hungry, and the more i starve the more insatiable i am bound to get. i need to feel the warmth of her flesh beneath my own, purposeful fingers holding, kneading, gripping her in place right next to me.

right on to me.

right, being one with me. yeah, thats right..

i am hungry in a way no plate of food can fix, nothing can take this empty feeling away from me, someone can only fill it.

and she looks so pretty, my body wants her to be the one to fill it. my mind is sick and elsewhere, twisting every other face on the street to have the same curve of her lips, the sharpness of her eyes missing the gleam they get at the sight of me. oh how she loves me.

in a moment of such depravity the roles have no names attached and the bodily abilities are only for each others hands to touch. i wanted her to hold me by my hair, and i find myself gripping the back of her neck. i wanted her to greedily steal sounds from my lips to fill hers with, and i find myself devouring her every breath whole. i didn’t want her to do things to me anymore, i wanted her.

Caitlyn wins! Comment 💙🥀 to be tagged!

sneaky peaky (a playlist will accompany the chapters too)

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 10 · help me please😭 · So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it fo

help me please😭

So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it for. To give you a small description, it was going to be a gothic Victorian style story where readers father is a vampire hunter (a very bad one.) and when he fails to kill (character) he trades reader for his own life. So reader is basically just stuck in this massive old, gothic castle with (character) there is going to be more ofc, but first I need to decide who it’s for…

taking requests!!!

i wanna start writing again, anddd to do this i wanna start taking requests!!

people i write for ->

arcane:

jinx

vi

caitlyn

mel

sevika

ambessa

tlou2:

ellie

abby

dina

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i’ll do sfw, nsfw, drabbles, oneshots, headcannons, etc etc, just ask!!

i’ll take requests for other things maybe, no promises but you don’t know if you don’t ask love.

TITLE. Plucked Petals IN SHORT. Highschool love. Bestfriends to lovers, nervous teens ig– caitlyn X bestfriend!reader WLW ofc! This fanfic’s short and sweet. MODERN AU. Mostly or pretty much all of it is caitlyn’s pov D: sorry, half of it was already in her pov so I just kept on going atp. CW. caitlyn pecks you on the lipsss WC. 1,112 CR. official art [ Arcane: League of Legends ] caitlyn gif from arcanegifs on tumblr! TALKING. please send in some requests if you'd like, and make sure it's detailed. (❁´◡`❁) (in the ask me anything, I think.) Already experiencing writer's block this early that’s why it has taken me so long for anything LMAO. HAPPY NEW YEAR! & my birthday is coming up!!! Imma destroy all the cake q(≧▽≦q) PROJECT BEGUN. 1/2/2025 SEASON. i

She Loves Me.

“Caitlyn? Why’re you staring at me like that?” A light-hearted chuckle vibrated in your chest, a wide grin gracing your lips as you returned her gaze unwaveringly. Warmth and another feeling she wasn’t quite willing to name welled up in her heart, the smile that immediately appeared on her face as well by just glancing at the contagious smile that's always on your face when you’re around her. 

The air freshener plugged into your wall carried a fresh apple cinnamon scent that wafted through the atmosphere in the comfort of your bedroom. The only light in here was the dim, yellow light from your lamp on the wooden nightstand behind her. Your home was always a place of reprieve for her, a safe space to think, or maybe not even think at all. And your quiet presence next to her when she visited made it all the finer. 

Her bright blue eyes wavered when yours met her head-on; heat that threatened to spread across her cheeks was desperately and briskly quelled so she could uphold her composure in front of you. Her body, lying on her back, shifted to lay on her side, her knees pulling up a little closer to her chest, her smile passing into a faint one. 

“I've been distracted a lot, recently.” Her eyebrows vaguely pinched together, her voice low enough to be a whisper. The dull glow of your phone softly dusted your features that she'd always silently appreciate without your knowledge.

Her left hand gingerly balled up into a small fist, her slim fingers intertwined with the exceedingly familiar solace of your blanket you both laid upon– but it couldn't compare to you in those not-so-frequent moments of vulnerability, you were there to console her, a shoulder to lean on, loyalty to what currently seemed had no end. You lowered your phone to rest it onto your stomach, your other arm pulled up to rest underneath your head, ears immediately tuned in to listen to her off of just those words, both curiosity and concern were so noticeable on your face in the moment, no matter how indistinct it was, she knew you well enough to catch onto the most imperceptible alteration in your expression when it happens.

But confessions– confessions regarding her love for you, that's not platonic, best friend love. This tender sentiment she felt within was more than just that, and she was aware of that fact. It's how you'd react to it. That, and the more fear-inducing one was when she would finally tell the secret she held onto for some time now, the chance that their friendship might be tarnished- no, no, she's overthinking this.

“What's been on your mind, Caitlyn?” you muttered, shifting your body to mirror hers. You left your phone in the middle and placed it slightly lower so it was not between your guys' faces. And now that your attention was fully on her, she couldn't stop the quickening pulse of her heartbeat. Just a few inches and her fingertips could graze the smooth skin of your hand…

“Caitlyn, you're doing it again.” An intrigued scoff left your lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as the same hand she was just staring at moved up to sneak a boop to Caitlyn's nose. “Seriously?” Half-assing an eye roll in response, her small smile grew after that action. “Mhm.” You hummed matter-of-factly, your hand paused for a millisecond before it pulled away, back to where it was prior. 

“What is it?” you prodded placidly, your expression going lax by the second. She pursed her lips, her gaze drifting away from your eyes for a second. A comfortable silence befell the two of you, and you patiently waited for her to speak.

“I've been contemplating how I.. Tell someone from our school that I like them. Romantically.” The beating of her heartbeat was loud, enough for her to hear it pulsing directly against her ear drums. Do you understand now? Did you already catch on to what she was putting down? A soft, quiet exhale through your nose was the first sign of anything from you after a few seconds of stillness that felt like forever for her, an enthusiastic grin plastered on your face that felt odd. 

“Alright then, don't keep me in the dark– who is it?” Your soft-spoken words are drenched with anticipation. You moved your left arm to lean your weight onto it, your cheek resting on your shoulder. The ceiling fan hums, filling the void of silence that ensued after you spoke, eyes flitting across her visage from time to time. Caitlyn’s lashes fluttered shut, suspension boiling behind the two girls’ exteriors, soon to pour out and at long last admit to the feelings the both of you have felt together for a while now– but still blind-sided to each other’s level of affection for one another. 

She Loves Me Not.

“..Is it Maddie?” A small, hesitant voice interrupted her, the enthusiasm that radiated from you just a second ago dimmed dramatically, and her eyes flew open, moving her body to sit up. “No, not her.” Shaking her head, her right hand slowly grazed the blanket to gently place it over your left hand. “It's not her– it's…” exhaling heavily through her nose, her blue eyes that once wavered when staring into yours earlier held itself firm this time, the heat of her palm seeping into your skin. “Y/N, It’s obvious, isn’t it?” She muttered, vaguely shaking her head as she leaned in a little closer. 

Your white teeth peeked from between your lips when you slightly parted them, and her eyes flickered to it, she could see the doubt in your demeanor. “Y/N..” Both of her hands moved up to cup your face after you moved to sit up, her thumbs benevolently brushing your cheekbones. Our breaths mingle due to our proximity. “It's you.” She whispered, admiring your features beautifully accentuated by the yellow light of the lamp behind Caitlyn.

The corner of your lips quirked up and down, internally fighting the smile that desperately wanted to be freed from hearing those two special words from Caitlyn’s mouth. The same light-hearted chuckle rumbled in your chest, and the both of you smiled as the tension you both felt in that moment dissipated. “Really..?” Caitlyn nodded her head in response; your silly, dumb-founded expression brought a giggle out of her. “Yes, really, Y/N.” She erased what little space was left between you two to give you a peck on the lips, pulling away a little to look you in the eyes.

“Loved you since the beginning.”

She Loves Me.

I hope she never leaves me, please, God, you must believe me

Caitvi x fem!reader

Summary: Even though the world was ending, Caitlyn and Vi's concern for you was above all else.

Word Count: 0,8K

Warning: mention of headaches, reader doesn't like physical contact that much (only caitvi can), mention of blood, mention of violence, poly.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Your head throbbing was the first thing you felt when you opened your eyes, followed by dizziness and blurred vision. Letting out a groan of pain, you looked at the thing that had woken you up: the door to your laboratory was open, the warm yellow light coming from outside made you see who had opened it.

The shadows of the two figures entering with hesitant steps were unmistakable. Caitlyn and Vi turned their heads in almost every direction, looking for you, apparently. You rolled your eyes.

Jayce. That nosy gossip. He was always the one behind every intrusive visit Caitlyn made to your lab.

Standing up silently, you stretched your back and walked towards them with a frown on your face.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice hoarse with sleep, watching them turn their heads towards you quickly. Vi raised her gauntlets defensively before her expression softened as she looked at you.

Caitlyn sighed in relief, walking towards you in precise steps and pressed you against her tightly, burying her pointed nose in your neck. You groaned uncomfortably and didn't return the hug. As always.

"Why did you disappear? Look at you, you look so tired." she pulled away but continued to hold you in her arms. "Why is it so dark in here?"

"I work better this way." you shrugged, then turned your gaze to Vi, who was just staring at the two of you. "Why are you wearing gauntlets? Did you come to arrest me? I haven't committed any crime."

"Negligence is a crime, in a way." Caitlyn's firm voice replied and she squeezed your arms lightly. "Are you asleep? It seems like you're not."

"I sleep all the time." you pulled away from her arms and walked back to your workbench. "Why are you acting like I died? I'm here all the time, you know that."

"Jayce told us he hadn't seen you in almost a week. We went to your apartment and you weren't there either." Vi deactivated her gauntlets, which fell to the floor with a loud thud, and walked over to you with an irritated expression on her face. "Do you know how worried you made us?"

"Did you pay attention to what you just said? It took you more than a week to realize I was gone." you joked and let out a mocking sound, which was not well received by the duo, who continued with serious faces. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic."

"You think it's funny? You're going to get killed." Caitlyn crossed her arms.

"Then it would take you another week to realize it." you scoffed.

"It's not funny! Don't you realize we're only concerned about your health?" she took a few steps closer. "Go home and take a shower and rest. Your commander's orders."

Before you could give another sarcastic retort, Vi's strong arms wrapped around you in a warm hug, she brought one of her hands to the back of your head and placed her face on your shoulder. You looked up at Caitlyn in a silent plea for help, but she just smiled tenderly.

You raised a hand and patted Vi's back uncomfortably, but she only squeezed you tighter.

"I'll only let you go if you come with us." Her voice was muffled against your shoulder.

"Okay, okay. I'll go." you grumbled, pushing her lightly. "Let go of me."

She let go of you and smiled big, earning an eye roll from you.

Caitlyn had demanded that you recover at the Kiramman mansion, of course. You hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days.

The civil war in Piltover had left a lot of damage to the city and its people. One of those damages was the heavy bleeding you had from your head after being thrown to the ground with force, hitting your head hard on the concrete.

There wasn't as much blood anymore, but the headaches were terrible. But nothing was as bad as seeing Caitlyn without an eye.

She sat elegantly in the fancy upholstered chair beside his bed and reached out to stroke your arm. Vi came in soon after, leaning against the bed frame with a glass of drink in her hand.

"How are you?" Caitlyn leaned over and brought her hand to her face, sniffing lightly.

"How do I look?" you asked, straightening up to sit better against the fluffy pillows.

"Terrible." she replied with a slight smile.

"Well, at least I didn't lose any eyes." you replied jokingly.

"Damn, I thought the explosion had knocked that rebellious temper out of you." Vi took a sip of her drink.

"You love me just the way I am." you replied.

She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the bedside table, leaned over Caitlyn's chair and kissed her gently. Then she walked past her and sat down next to you on the bed.

"You're right." She searched your eyes for approval and when she found it, she brought her lips to yours.

But you turned your face away and grimaced, "Vi, that's gross. It tastes like alcohol!"

Caitlyn let out a loud laugh and climbed onto the bed as well, lightly pushing Vi, who had a shocked expression on her face. "Mine don't taste like alcohol."

This fixed my day

Hey girl! Glad to see you back, I totally haven’t been stalking your blog…

Was hoping you could write some soft smut with Caitlyn or Vi?

I've been itching to write for Cait again <3

Content: smut (subtle?) with plot - s2 Caitlyn, sad undertones, gentle sex, fingering, tribbing (sort of) and aftercare.

Caitlyn was... different, that much had become obvious.

Ever since her mother fell victim to the bomb Jinx had set off... her once bright, focussed eyes, were now vacant— completely hollowed out.

She had no time to grieve her loss, not a spare minute to calm the tension in her shoulders.

Especially not now, she was commander after all, beside Ambessa, someone who relied on appearance and duty.

However, despite the almost constant turmoil of stress and responsibility... every now and then, you'd be able to usher her out of her office, ease her down onto a chair and pass her a warm cup of tea.. maybe massage her shoulders, brush her hair; anything to soothe the recently heavy atmosphere.

Like today, it was late, so much so that you were basically half asleep by the time Caitlyn returned to your room.

Well, her room, but you stayed with her so often now you just allowed yourself to roam freely around the room like it was your own.

Her boots made soft clicks against the ground as she removed her jacket, placing it up against the hanger beside the door.

"Comfortable..?" Caitlyn scoffed under her breath, cocking a brow at the sight of you, curled up on "your side" of her bed.

Despite the humour in her words, the pure exhaustion in her tone was unmistakable.

"Mh, very." You hummed in response, working overtime to hold back a yawn, and sitting yourself upright.

Caitlyn disappeared into the bathroom for a minute or so, returning not too long after, dressed in her usual silky, and overpriced nightgown.

The bed dipped a little as she sat on the edge, just stray from where you were, still slouched over, rubbing your eyes.

"How was.. work?" You murmur through your teeth, propping a pillow or two behind your back.

You were well aware that this had become more than just work to Caitlyn, it was all she ever did at this point.. so in truth, it was a stupid question to ask.

Her head tilted, and for a moment you could've sworn the mere action elicited several audible cracks and pops from her shoulders, and more subtly down her spine.

She didn't answer, the best you got in return was a small hum, whilst she busied herself with coaxing the small tie that held up her hair out of it's knot— her deep blue hair letting loose over her shoulders after a moment or two of small struggle.

"Was sort of hoping you wouldn't ask..." Caitlyn sighed, eyes flickering over hastily to meet yours, the grey-ish blue orbs softening at the mere sight of you, even through her inner turmoil she always found time to admire you.

"That bad huh?" You crawled up beside her, placing a hand to her shoulder, rubbing absentminded circles into her pale skin.

Caitlyn pressed into the touch, the lamp sitting on the nightstand illuminating her face in all the right ways.

You barely noticed her smudged mascara, or the way it gave the illusion she hadn't slept in weeks, even if that was true.

Or the way her lower lip was scattered with small marks, presumably where she'd nibbled and bitten herself— a nervous habit.

You didn't have to hesitate before your lips were trailing tenderly over her neck, pressing a particularly soft peck over her pulse point.

You could feel her shift slightly as she looked down at you, though it remained an affectionate gaze, and she was yet to nudge you away.

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Whether it was because of her genuine affection and need for intimacy with you, or she was just tired; Caitlyn was always so gentle with you.

Every small drag of her hips over yours was comfortable, relaxed and slow. That and the way her hands delicately held your hips, as if you were made of the purest porcelain.

"..Cait," You breathed, lifting your head up from the mattress so you could meet her eyes.

Her skin was warm against your own, one of your legs lifted securely over her hip as she guided each small stroke, flesh against flesh.

Her lips pressed several soft pecks over your face, hands lifting to brush a stray strand of hair past your ear.

For a moment you were tempted to hold your breath, focus on the small sparks and tingles rushing through your body, burning their way through you until it was all you could think about.

And for a moment any recollection of the fast approaching war... vanished.

Then, it stopped.

The friction, the heat, merely moments before you were sure you saw the light.

"Mh...? Oh!" There it was, back again.. except this time, it was one of Caitlyn's slender fingers, pressing against your fluttering walls in all the right places.

Though your eyes were squinted tightly shut now, you could practically hear the smile on Caitlyn's face, it wasn't often she got to see you like this.

"That good?" Caitlyn's voice was laced with disbelief, though who was she to judge? It'd been months since you two got intimate, months dragged on as if they were years... or maybe that was just you.

You grumble a little, feeling a hot heat flush over your cheeks, and the tips of your ears.

"Cait- just..." Your eyes fluttered open to meet hers, looking down at you with a knowing smile, her spare hand resting over your hip, keeping you close as you wiggled under her tentative ministrations. And you barely flinched as she slipped in another finger.

Somehow though, despite your lack of words, or general coherency, she understood; pressing deeper, applying that gentle pressure against your sweet spot, and going just that little bit slower... just enough to drag out your peaking orgasm.

You gasped, back arching softly, pressing your hips down to take her a little more than a knuckle deeper.

a distant buzz rang out in your ears, and your mind grew quiet...

"...Look at you, hm?"

Caitlyn cooed, slipping her digits out and discreetly cleaning them off, before cupping the back of your head, and peppering your face in soft, affectionate pecks.

Warmth enveloped your, eyes drooping slightly as you gazed up at her as she tucked the covers over you.

"I'll go run us a hot bath." Caitlyn purred, and a small smile pulled at her lips, something so small, yet so refreshing.

MAIN RAPPER!! LET'S GOOOOOOO

Caitlyn Kiramman: Idol Profile

Stage Name: Caitlyn Birth Name: Caitlyn Kiramman Positions: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Leader Birthday: January 4 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Height: 6'1" (185 cm) MBTI Type: INFJ Nationality: Piltovian Representative Color: Midnight Blue Representative Emoji: 🐱

preview for my upcoming idol!Caitlyn fic ;)

Do you need me to, love?

Part 1 word count: 1.5k a/n: tbh this is just me being horny, not really about the plot 😞 I’m a woman with needs ok?? I swear I’ll be normal again once I stop ovulating

“Turn them over,” Caitlyn says in a pleading tone that makes you laugh. “It’s not funny, my love, I’m serious.”

My love. You don’t remember when she started calling you that, but it melts you every time she does. Those two words are all Caitlyn needs to break you down because they’re real. You are her love, the owner of her kisses and caresses, the one she looks for when she feels like she can’t go on.

“Caitlyn Kiramman, I’m not going to turn over every single one of my stuffed animals so they don’t catch us kissing,” you reply with a laugh, not seeing the point in her request.

You’re both in your room; Caitlyn came to visit you secretly-or not so secretly. A few days earlier, she had written to your parents, formally inviting them to tea with her family, using the excuse that both families should join forces in these uncertain times for the city’s progress, making it clear she’d be spending time with you while they were away. That’s one of the things you love most about her: even though your love is a secret, she never fails to do things the right way, insisting you deserve to be courted, even if no one else sees it that way.

“Well, then I won’t kiss you,” she says, crossing her arms, her stubborn streak showing.

“Then don’t kiss me,” you mimic her, crossing your arms and turning your back to her. Caitlyn can be stubborn, but you’re a brat, and you’re not going to let her win.

You hold your head high and, for a moment, you hesitate. You wonder if she’ll play along, if she’ll get tired and leave you alone, but before you give up and turn around to look at her, you feel her hands on your waist, her chest pressed against your back, and her lips on your shoulders.

“Are we really going to argue over this, my love?” she whispers as she kisses you, one hand sliding up your top, kneading and squeezing one of your tits over your bra. You didn’t know she was coming to see you-not until just minutes before your parents left. She didn’t give you time to get ready, knocking on your door right after seeing your mom and dad leave. So you’re wearing a comfortable pajama set: a thin-strapped tank top with a heart print and matching shorts. Caitlyn bites you gently, then soothes the spot with her tongue. You can feel her smile on your skin, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re asking me for something that makes no sense,” you try to keep up the fight, but the way her fingers slip under your bra and tease your nipple won’t let you. You feel yourself swell immediately and sigh. “They’re stuffed animals, they can’t see us.”

“Of course they can,” she insists, now kissing your neck. Her lips stop at your ear, and she whispers in a way that makes your panties damp. “But let’s drop that, okay? I haven’t seen you in weeks, and I don’t want to spend the few hours we have left arguing with you.”

You don’t respond, letting her touch you, kiss you, do whatever she wants with you. Without breaking contact, she leads you to your vanity. Her reflection appears in the mirror, a large one, decorated with golden edges and a small lipstick stain you left while putting on makeup a few days ago.

“Look at you. You’re so beautiful.” Her words weaken you, but what really does it is when she slips her hands under your shorts and straight into your underwear. She’s not joking, not teasing. Not today. Her middle finger slowly strokes your clit, and you roll your eyes, grabbing her arm and digging your nails in hard. You catch a glimpse of a small wince in her reflection, but she doesn’t complain.

“Caitlyn,” you whisper, trying to find the strength to speak as you feel her finger moving faster. “We’re literally two steps from the bed, why here?”

Caitlyn laughs softly, looking at you, not through the mirror, but at you. At the sweat starting to form on your forehead, at the way your face tightens as you try not to make too much noise. “I want you to see yourself, princess. You look so good like this, it’d be a shame not to share the view. Even if it’s just with you.” As she speaks, she pushes two fingers deep inside you.

Saying you moan is an understatement. You tremble, writhe, and become nothing under her touch. You can’t help but grind against her fingers, craving more of that pleasure only she can give.

“Baby… please,” you beg without even knowing why. You don’t know what you want, but you don’t want her to stop.

She soothes you mockingly, the hand that was on your breasts now moving to your back, gently pushing you until the upper part of your body rests on the vanity. You’re face down, ass up. Just the way she likes it. Her fingers pause, pulling away from you to clean them with her mouth without breaking eye contact. The heat in your abdomen intensifies. You need her in a raw, carnal way. You try to say something, move, or complain, but she won’t let you, speaking before you can:

“You don’t know how hard it is to be away from you, my princess.” Her voice is hoarse, needy. You can see she’s trying to keep it together, but it’s tough. “It hurts how much I need you. Do you need me too, love?”

You nod, unable to form coherent words, much less a sentence. Humiliating. Truly humiliating. From the position she’s got you in, to the effect it has on your mind, on your whole being.

“How about we go to the bed where we’re both comfortable?” Her hands caress your ass gently, speaking to you and looking at you as if you were the most fragile, delicate thing in the world. “I know you’ll turn the stuffed animals around like I asked.”

You laugh at her words, really laugh, in a teasing way that annoys her. You might be a horny little thing who wets her panties at the slightest touch, who squeezes her thighs just from the scent of her perfume, but you never lose your arguments. Never.

“I already told you I’m not going to do it.”

And you didn’t.

Caitlyn scolds you for it while her lips wrap around your clit, sucking in a way that makes your eyes roll back. You don’t know if it’s because she’s irritated or because she hasn’t seen you in a while, but the way she eats you out makes you feel so good. She licks your pussy with such passion that you wonder if she’s doing it for you or for herself. Her words get lost in your folds. A perfect mix of praise and reproach. And her fingers, oh her fingers. They pump in and out of you, making you lift your hips, craving more.

Your hands grip her hair, pushing it away from her face and guiding her where you need her. You pull her away when you feel your orgasm coming, not wanting to come on her face, but she growls and dives back between your legs, licking you like she’s starving, desperate.

“Don’t hold back, love, come for me. Don’t worry about me.” Caitlyn coos you, her free hand intertwined with yours. You squeeze it tight as the orgasm washes over your body, your thighs clamping down on her, but Caitlyn doesn’t mind and keeps licking. You hear her moan between your legs and notice how she grinds against the mattress, trying to calm her own arousal.

“Come here,” you call softly, barely audible, but she hears and obeys.

Without hesitation, Caitlyn spreads your legs wider, throwing one over you. She stays like that for a few seconds before letting her weight fall on you, and when she does, you feel like you could die right then and there, and if you did, you’d die happy.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Her movements are slow, deliberate. You just had an orgasm, and no matter how desperate she is, Caitlyn doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. She picks up the pace when she hears the moans escaping your mouth, mixed with sweet words and her name over and over.

You were a mess. Both of you were. The room is filled with obscene sounds, the scent of sex, and the proof of a passion that feels eternal. It didn’t take long for Caitlyn to come, and for you to reach a second orgasm.

She collapses beside you, her breathing ragged, just like yours. Without saying a word, she curls up against your chest, running a hand along your waist and pulling you close. You’re both sweaty, sticky, and you hate sweat. Yours, anyone’s, but not hers. Not when it’s proof of the love you share.

“I missed you,” she whispers, and your hand travels to her neck. “I mean it. I’m not happy when you’re away.”

You smile, snuggling closer, seeking the warmth of her body. “I missed you too. A lot.”

Neither of you says anything else. You just stay wrapped up in the comfort the other provides. You’re sticky, sweaty, and exhausted. So exhausted that neither of you hears your mother’s shrill voice announcing she’s home.

Uh-oh...

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You’ve got it, princess...

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Music floats through the air like a sweet, golden mist, mingling with the clinking of crystal glasses and elegant laughter. The Kiramman mansion was brimming with life: soft carpets, chandeliers that seemed to float on their own, and a crowd dressed to the nines, discussing politics, power, and progress as if they were just casual after-dinner topics. And they were.

You stood near one of the inner balconies, a glass of white wine in your hand, watching the party as if it were a spectacle put on just for your amusement. In part, it was. Your last name alone was enough to draw the room’s attention with every step. Your lineage: an industrial dynasty that controlled a significant portion of Piltover’s technological development. The name you carried was synonymous with excellence, efficiency, and untouchability—something everyone respected and admired.

Everyone… except her.

Caitlyn Kiramman stood on the far side of the room, her back to you, talking to a group of Enforcer officers and the occasional young noble, all of them trying to seem more interesting than they truly were. Her elegant profile stood out even amid the opulence, as if she didn’t truly belong there, as if she bore the Kiramman name out of duty—because she was more than just that.

You knew she hated events like this. And yet, she was always there—whether out of obligation or because she liked watching you from across the room. She looked at you like she desired you, body and soul. Her eyes traced every inch of you with a burning intensity, yearning to undress you without laying a single finger on you, making you feel small under the force of her blue eyes that said nothing, yet never failed to convey the heat they carried. Caitlyn was always there. And she always made sure you were too—though this time, her insistence had been more obvious than ever.

Her first letter arrived on an otherwise ordinary morning, hidden among the bills in the mailbox like a whisper that didn’t want to be found. The paper, scented with lavender and sealed with blue wax, bore her family’s name as an excuse. But you recognized her handwriting instantly. It was her. The letter said that you and your parents were invited to a party at the Kiramman mansion, with all the formality her last name demanded. But as you read it, you knew it wasn’t her family that wanted you there. Her handwriting had the exact shape of her voice when she spoke into your ear: slow, sweet, sure. And that single invitation was enough to make your heart stutter, already starting to dance.

Two days later, no one knocked on the door, your parents didn’t hand it to you—it was just there, on your bed: a large box wrapped in satin paper with a black ribbon, waiting. Inside, carefully folded over soft tissue paper, was a dress. A deep purple dress, as rich as a long-held desire. The fabric flowed like water through your fingers, and the neckline—subtle, but undeniably beautiful—seemed made just for your body. It wasn’t simply a dress for a party. It was an unspoken promise. And the moment you held it up to the mirror, you understood—it was her way of asking you to be hers that night, even if no one else would know.

You thought that would be the last gift, but she had always been braver than you. The next day, just before the party, another box arrived. Smaller, but wrapped with the same care. Inside: a set of black lingerie, so soft and light it seemed woven from secrets. Fine lace, barely visible embroidery. Not vulgar. Not bold. Intimate. A quiet reminder that tonight, while everyone else saw what you wore on the outside, only she would know what was beneath.

And now you’re here, wearing the dress she gave you, watching her from afar, waiting for her to come to you. Your relationship with Caitlyn was… complicated. From a distance, you were old acquaintances. The daughters of two of the most powerful families in the city, raised among gilded halls, private tutors, and promises of greatness. Up close, you were a secret. A secret that smelled of expensive perfume and gunpowder. Of stolen kisses and uncomfortable silences. Of words that never quite said what they meant.

Caitlyn continued to stare at you brazenly, a flash of blue meeting your gaze, and you forced yourself not to smile. That was your game: pretending nothing was happening. That you didn't know what her breath felt like when she moaned against your neck. That she wasn't familiar with the exact sound you made when her mouth was lost between your legs.

But tonight, something in her gaze was different. It wasn’t desire—desire was always there. It was urgency. A flicker of need she couldn’t hide—not tonight. Minutes passed, or maybe hours, as the party carried on. Until you saw her move through the crowd, brushing past you with her fingers ever so slightly, without looking. A touch only you noticed, but enough to make your skin burn.

You followed her.

Through carpeted halls, staircases that creaked softly beneath your heels, and a silence so sacred it seemed to grow the farther you got from the music. Until she stopped in front of a door—the east wing bathroom, the one only family used. She opened it without a word and stepped inside. You followed, closing the door behind you.

The sound of the latch clicking shut was almost like a seal. The white marble of the bathroom felt colder than usual, and the air between you was so thick, it could be cut with a single word. Caitlyn stood with her back to you for a few seconds, her silhouette reflected in the large mirrors covering the wall.

“You look…” she whispered, turning slowly, as if afraid you’d vanish if she moved too fast. “More beautiful than I imagined.”

You didn’t respond. You just looked at her, feeling the weight of her gaze sliding over your neckline, your hips, every curve she had chosen to dress in that dress. She approached slowly, as if crossing a minefield, and when she was close enough for her scent—gunpowder mixed with soft perfume—to surround you, she raised her hand and gently touched your cheek.

“Thank you for coming,” she said in that low, deep voice of hers. “I knew you’d come, but still… I needed to see you.”

“Why?” you asked, unmoving. “For this?” you gestured, referring to the fact that she could only touch you in secret.

“Not just for this,” she replied, letting her thumb slide down to your bottom lip. “To remind you that I think of you every night.”

“And what about every morning, Caitlyn?” you shot back, taking a step away this time. “Do you think of me then too? When you smile at others at those press luncheons? Or when your mother talks about your future political engagements?”

She went silent, swallowing hard. Then, with a sigh that seemed to weigh her down from the chest, she answered:

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know what it’s like—”

“I know exactly what it’s like,” you cut her off. “I’m the one who has to pretend nothing’s happening when I see you in the streets of Piltover. The one who hides when your officers show up. The one wearing the dress you picked while you smile at the world like I don’t exist.”

“It’s not that you don’t exist!” Caitlyn replied, her voice shaking as she took a step toward you. “It’s that the world around me doesn’t let us exist. Not like this.”

“Don’t use it as an excuse for your cowardice,” you spat, your eyes shining. “Don’t ask me to come in secret and leave just as invisible. Don’t look at me like that and then walk away as if you never touched my skin.”

She blinked, wounded. You could see it in how she pressed her lips together, in the way her breathing became unsteady. But she didn’t step back. Not this time.

“I… I love you,” she finally said, in a low voice, as if those words might break her. “Doesn’t that count?”

Your eyes filled with both rage and tenderness.

“Of course it counts. But you know what else counts? The fact that I can’t keep being the part of you that no one sees.”

Caitlyn came closer again, and this time she cupped your face with both hands. Her lips found yours in a kiss that wasn’t soft, but desperate. Loaded with guilt, desire, and everything you’d never dared say out loud. Your fingers clenched the fabric of her dress, gripping it like that could make her stay. And for a moment, it did. She kissed you with a hunger that hurt. There was no shyness. It was a desperate collision, full of craving, of need. A kiss like those that aren’t planned, born from an impulse burning in your chest that turns into body, skin, desire.

Her hands didn’t stay still. One grabbed your waist, pulling you toward her with a fire that burned. Her hand traveled to the back of your hair, tugging gently to tease you—she loves to tease you. The world disappeared. It was just the two of you, breathing into each other, melting into that kiss that asked for no permission, apologized for nothing.

Caitlyn kept kissing you with the passion that defines her, the kind that melts you over and over again, even when you don’t want it. You can’t help but return the kiss, and when she realizes it, her tongue slips into your mouth without asking—she never asks, especially when she knows you want it too. She pushes you until your body crashes against the sink in the tiny bathroom, lifting you gently to settle between your legs.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Caitlyn whispers as her lips trail down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. “I’m sorry, darling, I love you.” She repeats it like a prayer, as if she needs those words as much as you do. You try to hold back the moans threatening to escape when you feel her cold hands slip under your dress and caress your thighs, tempting you.

“We can’t do this… not here,” you whisper, but your body says otherwise, your legs parting to give her more space.

“No one will find us, relax,” Caitlyn says, seizing the chance as her fingers travel to your center, wanting to feel your wetness through that black lingerie set she gave you—but what she finds leaves her speechless: you’re not wearing it. In fact, you’re wearing nothing.

“You’re a fucking threat,” she whispers against your neck, biting you in a way that makes you writhe. “You came like this for me to fuck you? Well, I’ll give you what you want.” Then, without warning or gentleness, two of her fingers plunge into your slick entrance, drawing a sharp moan from you that echoes through the bathroom.

“Caitlyn… fuck,” you writhe as her fingers curl inside you, hitting those spots only she knows, places even you can’t reach. She stays buried in your neck, kissing, licking, whispering sweet nothings that make you forget why you were angry in the first place. She apologizes for not having the courage to love you openly, promising to change—but you don’t care, not when her thumb strokes your clit, making you arch your back for more, or when her fingers move faster, reaching deep inside you like it’s second nature.

The whimpers and moans spilling from your lips grow louder; she feels your walls clench around her fingers. You can’t hold back, not when she cradles you against her body and strokes your hair, offering affection and treating you like the most fragile thing in the world—though the motion of her fingers and her insistence on going deeper say otherwise.

“Come for me, darling. Relax, I’ve got you,” she whispers, the words carrying you over the edge, crying her name with desperate need. “That’s it, you’ve got it, princess. You’re so fucking beautiful, so mine.” She pulls you closer, guiding you down from your high, kissing your forehead and face, watching your exhausted expression.

You say nothing, letting her caress you. In that moment, everything feels frozen: the steam on the mirror, the slight tremble in her fingers, the rhythm of your breathing like a melody learned by heart. The world outside is a distant echo, shapeless and urgent. Only this corner exists, where your bodies, still entwined, recognize each other as solid ground, as refuge.

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