Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader
Words: 3042
Synopsis: Some painful truths are revealed
Warnings: Financial distress, sex work, homophobia, use of slurs, heavy religious themes, historic religious abuse, violence, discussions of illness (cancer)
The sun was high and hot over Piltover’s Central Green, casting a warm glow over the trimmed hedges, rose beds, and pale stone fountains. It was a perfect day, with just enough breeze to keep the heat from sticking and becoming oppressive.
You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree on your lunch break, waiting for Cait and Vi. They’d offered to picnic with you in the gorgeous weather, so you’d taken a longer break with your annoying boss’ reluctant permission.
You glanced up from your phone, looking around. Your face broke into a wide smile when you spotted them. Cait wore a pale blue crisp button-down dress, elegant and composed; Vi in relaxed pants and white shirt; both already grinning when they saw you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Cait greeted softly as you stood from the bench, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
Vi pulled you in close and stole a kiss too. “Missed you.”
“We saw each other this morning,” you laughed.
“Doesn’t count,” Vi said. “Mornings aren’t real time.”
“Especially when Vi’s still half-asleep,” Cait added dryly.
You all leisurely walked down a path through the centre of the park. Cait held your hand in hers; Vi wrapped her arm around your waist, a small cooler in her other hand.
“How was your morning?” Cait asked.
You groaned, launching into a rant about how miserable your work was making you. Your boss was constantly so demanding; nothing was ever good enough; there was always too much to get done… They both listened to your complaints with smiles on their faces; if you were annoying them, they weren’t showing it.
Your shoulders relaxed as you walked down the path. You leaned your head on Vi’s shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment as the breeze lifted the smell of roses nearby. You’d never felt so held, so safe…
A voice stabbed through the quiet like a rusty knife.
“Unbelievable.”
Everything inside you froze, your steps stumbling to a stop.
No.
No, no, no…
Cait and Vi both stopped and turned to look behind you, but you already knew the voice. It crawled up your spine in a way you’d thought you’d forgotten.
Christopher.
Your eldest brother stood a few yards away from you all, his hands on his hips, expression carved from stone. He was older, rougher, with more grey on his temples than you last remembered him. But the same eyes. The same judgment. The same hate.
“Well,” he said loudly, “If it isn’t the family disgrace.”
You went rigid. Cait immediately stood straighter, drawing herself to her full height. Vi shifted, subtly moving closer to you, body tensing.
Christopher scanned Cait and Vi dismissively. “Huh. So, it is true. You really are whoring yourself out to not one, but two women.” His lip curled. “And rich ones, at that. Figures.”
“Excuse me?” Cait’s tone was lethal.
Your voice came out tiny. “Christopher, please-”
He ignored you completely. “I mean, I always knew you were desperate, but this?” He laughed meanly. “An online whore? Sleeping with whoever throws money at you? Mom and Dad were thrilled when they saw that profile of yours, by the way.”
You choked on air. “They saw..?”
You realised then: you’d forgotten to take down your profile since becoming exclusive with Cait and Vi.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Christopher stepped closer. “One of my old buddies found you online, recognised you immediately. He sent it to us, asking if it was really you, offering yourself up on the internet to anyone with a spare buck. The whole family’s seen it. Every aunt and uncle, every cousin. Gramma May almost had a fucking heart attack! Pastor Lionel gave a lecture that week on the sin of lust, too. The whole town knows what a whore you are now.”
Your stomach plummeted. You felt sick. Cait’s expression sharpened to a terrifying, restrained fury. Vi’s jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped.
Christopher laughed again, a cruel, triumphant sound. “What, you didn’t think your little tits-for-tips deal would get around? You think you can be online doing that filth and not have people recognise you? You think God doesn’t see it either? That He doesn’t know what you’re doing?”
“That’s enough.” Cait’s voice cracked like a whip. “You will not speak to her that way.”
But he only barked out a laugh. “Oh, the rich bitch speaks. And the thug,” he sneered at Vi. He jabbed a finger at her. “What are you, huh? The bodyguard? The pimp?”
Vi took a step forward, her fists clenching.
You grabbed her wrist. “Vi, please-”
Christopher wasn’t done. Oh, he was just starting.
“You always were a whore though, weren’t you? Your disgusting faggy ways. That’s why God punished you with the cancer – His way of trying to stop you. You should have come home and repented!”
That broke something in you.
“I called Mom!” you cried. “I called her about the cancer; I told her I was sick! I told her I could die, and she said she hoped I would die, and then she hung up! She forsook me, Christopher! Her own child!”
Cait asked you quietly, “Cancer?”
You just shook your head, shaking, unable to speak as tears poured down your face. “You all kicked me out on my 18th birthday; you left me homeless! Like the good ‘people of faith’ you are! And I still reached out to Mom when I got sick, I tried to talk to her-!”
“Not to make amends, though? Not to apologise and repent for your sins, for being the dyke you are! And now look at you,” he spat. “Hanging off these two cunts like a parasite. Letting them touch you, rub their filthy sin all over you. Parading yourself around for them like some depraved little whore-”
Vi stepped forward again. “That’s it. You’re done.”
Christopher smirked, getting in Vi’s space, leaning into her face. “Or what? You gonna hit me, street rat?”
Vi snapped.
She punched him clean across the face. Something broke with a sickening crack, his head and body flying back. Gasps exploded from the crowd that had gathered as Christopher hit the ground hard, skidding on the pavement.
You cried out in shock, jumping in Cait’s arms as she held you.
She immediately pulled you back, shielding you with her body. “It’s alright, darling. Look at me. Not at him.”
But you couldn’t stop shaking. Your breath wouldn’t come. You felt cornered, small, humiliated.
Vi stood over Christopher, fists clenched at her sides. “Get up,” she growled. “C’mon. Get up. Say one more thing about her. Do it.”
Christopher groaned as he spat blood on the concrete. “You’re fucking sick!”
Cait snapped, “Leave. Now.”
“You’ll regret this,” he hissed. “All of you.”
“Call a lawyer; you’ll need one.”
He staggered to his feet and limped away, clutching his nose.
Vi turned immediately, stroking your arms. “Baby,” she whispered, reaching for your face with trembling hands. “Sweetheart, look at me. You okay?”
Your throat closed, tears spilling faster than you could wipe them away. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to find out like that.”
Cait lightly squeezed you, her voice gentle but firm. “Let’s go home. Come on, sweetheart. You can’t go back to work like this. Let us take you home.”
The elevator ride up to the penthouse was silent.
Not cold, not angry. Just… Careful.
Vi held you close, your head tucked up under her chin. Cait’s arms were wrapped around both of you, her height letting her rest her chin on Vi’s head.
The penthouse doors opened into silence.
Cait moved first, gently pulling away. “Come on, darling. Let’s head inside.”
Vi slipped your heels off for you, then guided you to the sofa while Cait disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of a kettle filling, clicking on. Familiar. Domestic. Safe.
Vi knelt in front of you, her hands resting on your knees. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching up to brush her knuckles across your cheek. “Look at me.”
Your eyes were red. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Vi’s brow furrowed immediately. “For what?”
“For… All of it. Him. The scene. You two didn’t sign up for that.”
Vi exhaled sharply through her nose. “We signed up for you. That includes any mess.”
Your mouth trembled, crossing your legs under you.
Cait returned a few quiet minutes later, with your favourite pastel pink blanket, draping it around your shoulders, before pressing a warm mug into your hands.
“Peppermint,” she murmured. “You always breathe easier with peppermint.”
You hadn’t even realized you were struggling to breathe.
Cait knelt on the floor next to Vi, her hand resting on your knee closest to her.
For a moment, none of you spoke.
Then Cait said quietly, “Start wherever you want.”
You stare down into your tea, watching the steam curl upward. “I don’t know how to make it sound less… Pathetic.”
Vi’s jaw tightened. “It’s not pathetic.”
You swallowed. “My family was always very religious,” you began. “Like, church three times a week. Youth groups. Purity rings. Bible verses taped to the fridge. Which was a huge problem, because I always knew I liked girls. I didn’t have a word for it yet. I just knew I felt wrong. They told me being gay was a temptation, a test. Something Satan whispers to evil girls. So, I prayed a lot; I sang the hymns; I cried in the shower so no one would hear.”
Your voice wavered. “I thought if I tried hard enough I’d wake up normal.
“When I was sixteen, my mom found messages on my phone. I was talking to a girl from school.” You laughed weakly. “We hadn’t even kissed yet.”
Vi’s jaw tightened, but she stayed silent.
“They took my door off the hinges, said privacy was a privilege for obedient daughters who weren’t full of sin. I wasn’t allowed out except for school and church. They made me meet with our pastor twice a week for ‘counselling.’”
Cait’s nails dug into the fabric of the sofa.
“He told me that if I tempted other girls, their damnation would be on my hands too, and that we’d all go to Hell for my sins.”
V’s voice was low, precise. “What was his name?”
You glanced at her.
Cait spoke softly. “Never mind.”
You exhaled. “Before I turned eighteen, they gave me a choice: repent – publicly, in front of the whole church, and start dating a boy they picked from the congregation – or leave. I knew I couldn’t stay; there was no way I could date a boy, especially one from the church.
“So, before my birthday, I packed my things. I gradually took them all to Mel’s house – her mother had already told me I could stay with them. I wanted to leave before my birthday, but they wouldn’t let me. They said until my birthday, I was still legally ‘theirs’. The day before my birthday, after I got back from school, they made me sit at the kitchen table. They wouldn’t let me up. They wouldn’t let me drink, or eat, or go the bathroom. I had to sit there, with them all preaching at me – literally preaching the Bible – until midnight. Yelling, screaming, making me recite verses, the whole nine yards.”
“How long?” Cait asked, her fury rising within her.
You shrugged, sniffling. “Like, eight hours.”
They’d tortured you for eight hours.
Vi’s hand slid from your knee up to your thigh, grounding you.
“Then midnight finally came. I just got up and left. They didn’t try to stop me. They knew they couldn’t; Mel’s mother told them she’d call the police for kidnapping if she didn’t watch me walk out the front door at exactly midnight.” You wiped away some tears with the back of your hand. “My mom said she’d pray for my return when I was ready to be her daughter again. Dad said not to bother, I was dead to the family, and slammed the door shut after me.”
The tea in your hands trembled. “I thought once I left, it would get easier.”
Cait brushed her thumb over your knee. “Did it?”
You shrugged, sipping your tea. “College was… Better. I was completely broke; I wouldn’t let Mel or her mom pay for things. But it was good to just be away from it all. I met people like me; I didn’t have to hide. I knew I wasn’t broken, or sinful.”
You swallowed. “Then I got sick in Junior year.”
The room went very still.
“I was tired all the time; losing weight; I could barely keep any food down; my stomach hurt, all the time. I thought it was stress.” You laughed hollowly, shaking your head. “Stomach cancer, stage 2.”
Vi inhaled sharply. Cait bent her head down, resting her forehead against your knee as she breathed deeply.
“I called home,” you confessed. “I hadn’t spoken to any of them in almost three years. I thought… Maybe this would fix it. Maybe if I was sick enough, they’d love me.”
Vi closed her eyes.
You shook your head. “Mom just said the cancer was God’s punishment for my sins, and it was up to Him whether I lived or died. And if I did die, then I’d go to Hell, and she wouldn’t have to think about me again. Then she hung up. I called back a few days later, trying to get through to my dad, but the call wouldn’t connect. I don’t know if they changed their number, or blocked mine. But I hadn’t spoken to any of them since.”
The silence after that was thick.
“So, I started treatment. I had pills, did chemo on weekends. I tried to stay enrolled, tried to keep going to class. But I couldn’t.” Your voice cracked. “Some days I couldn’t even get out of bed, I’d be throwing up twenty-thirty times a day. After a few months of the pills and chemo, I had surgery to take the tumour out. I had to drop out, and I lost my scholarship.”
“Were you on your own for all this?” Cait asked, her heart breaking at the prospect.
You laughed lowly, taking another sip. “I had a girlfriend at the time. We’d been together about a year when I got diagnosed.”
“What was her name?” Vi asked softly.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter; she left me when I got back from the surgery.”
Their eyes widened.
“Mel brought me home – to the apartment we were living in – and there she was; bags already packed and gone, she was just waiting for us to get back so she could leave her key. She said she was sorry, but ‘she was only 21’, and ‘she hadn’t signed up to be a carer’, and ‘this wasn’t how she pictured her 20s going’.”
“Well, I’m sure it wasn’t for you, either!” Cait snarked.
“She also illegally took herself off the joint-lease to our apartment, so I got stuck with that. With no job, because I was too sick to work, and my disability barely covered groceries, let alone rent, bills, and my meds.”
“That fucking bitch,” Vi grumbled.
You nodded. “Mel’s mom wanted to take her to court, properly sue her over it, but I said no. I couldn’t handle going to court when I was literally fighting for my life. By now the statute of limitations has passed.”
“So she’s gotten away with it,” Cait said unhappily.
“I stopped thinking about her a long time ago. I moved into my crappy, tiny apartment alone; I finished treatment alone; I rang the remission bell alone. Obviously Mel was there through it all. Then when I was better, I got my job. Basic position at a marketing firm, it was the first job I could get that paid okay. But the medical bills…” you let out a broken laugh. “I was drowning. Every paycheque was just swallowed up. No savings, no treats, nothing fun. It was getting to the point where I knew I’d never be able to pay them off, I’d be in debt forever. And if the cancer comes back…”
“That’s when you asked Mel about becoming a Baby?” Cait asked softly.
You nodded. “She’s been doing it for years, and she’s basically rich off it. She always seems to have fun with it, too. Yeah, she’s trudged through the mud to get to where she is now, but she’s so… Free.”
Vi’s jaw clenched, but she stayed quiet.
“I just needed to work off my debts. Maybe get some money saved up. Move out of that shithole, get somewhere I actually like. Be able to pay for insurance that will actually cover the cancer if it comes back. Can you believe the insurance company before refused to cover my bills because I was ‘too young and healthy to get cancer’?” You shook your head angrily as you drank more tea.
“How much do you owe?” Cait asked, squeezing your knee.
You shook your head. “A lot.”
“Five-figures? Six?”
“I don’t want to talk about the money,” you said firmly.
They both nodded respectfully. It was one of the only times you’d ever told them ‘no’.
“And now my family’s seen it…” you groaned sadly, resting your head on your hand.
“Hey. They don’t get to shame you,” Vi said fiercely. “Not after everything they’ve done.”
Your shoulders started shaking in earnest. “I’m so tired,” you whispered. “I’ve been fighting my whole life. Fighting God; fighting my family; fighting my stupid fucking body that tried to kill me; fighting the endless bills.” You pulled you sleeve over your hand, dabbing your eyes. “I’m just so fucking tired.”
Cait shushed you softly, cupping your face. “You don’t have to fight here.”
Vi picked up your hand not holding your tea, squeezing gently. “You’re not sinful,” she reassured. “You’re not wrong, or broken, or a disappointment.”
Cait’s voice was steady, unwavering as she brushed your hair away from your face. “You are brave, and resilient, and strong… And so easy to love.”
Your head snapped to her, your eyes widened.
She took a deep breath, her jaw trembling just a little, before she spoke. “We love you, Y/N.”
♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎
♥︎ word count: 2k ♥︎
Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.
Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.
“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”
“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”
Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.
You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.
As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.
There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.
You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.
Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”
Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.
You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.
“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”
She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”
Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”
“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”
Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”
Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.
You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”
She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.
“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”
This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.
Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.
Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.
“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.
You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”
“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.
“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.
“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”
She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.
“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.
Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.
She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.
“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”
You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.
If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.
“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”
And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.
Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”
You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”
“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.
“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”
You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.
“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”
You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.
a lot of people use their Champion release dates as their birthday dates, so here is a list with all the characters birthdays!
JANUARY:
Cait was born on the 4th
FEBRUARY:
Warwick (and Vander) was born on the 21st
APRIL:
Singed/Corin Reveck was born on the 18th
MAY:
Ekko was born on the 29th
JUNE:
Orianna was born on the 1st
JULY:
Jayce was born on the 7th
OCTOBER:
Heimerdinger AND Jinx were born on the 10th
NOVEMBER:
Ambessa was born on the 6th
DECEMBER:
Vi was born on the 19th
Viktor was born on the 29th
UKNOWN:
Mel will be released as a Champion in League early 2025, possibly on the 7th day of January. I will update this when she gets released!
Sevika, Silco etc. are not planned to be champions, but we do have this zodiac by the official arcane twitter. I don't think this meant to be taken as canon, it's more sorting the characters to their zodiacs based on their personalities? I have no knowledge about this topic, sorry. But I wanted to include it on this post regardless:
