#commander caitlyn

[insomniacgin]

Art for Caitvi au week Day 1 Canon Divergence:

late nights with Pitfighter Vi and Commander Caitlyn but they love not saying exactly how they feel

[potchi-fics]

tw; amab cait, overstimulation

      being the commander’s wife has its perks; seeing caitlyn’s vulnerable side, for instance—that is probably your favourite amongst your special privileges. that and also the fact that she worships the ground your heel walks on.

you have her wrapped around your finger, she will drop anything she’s doing the moment you utter out her name.

you knock on the door to her office, hearing her muffled voice say ‘come in’ and you do. you open it to see her eyes staring daggers into her paperwork, shoulders clearly tense, and her one hand rubbing the nail of her thumb using her index and middle finger, a habit she’s developed when under stress. you lock the door.

“you haven’t eaten, have you?” you cross your arms, rolling your eyes even, “how many times have i told you to eat on time, cait? up you go, i had them prepare us a meal.”

caitlyn massages the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes, the lights from her office hurting her tired eyes, “darling, i’ve still got a little paperwork left. i will be done in twenty minutes.” you raise an eyebrow. “ten minutes.” you refuse to budge. “okay, let’s eat but first, can you come here, please?”

      how can you refuse when she’s giving you the puppy eyes? you saunter over to her desk, walking around it so that you’re standing right in front of her. her shoulder sags at your close proximity, standing up and letting herself drape over your body.

you love it when she’s like this, all clingy and needy. she wraps her arms around your waist, shoving her face into the side of your neck, inhaling the scent that she adores—vanilla and lavender.

yours circled around her neck, staying completely still for her. her breath fans over your neck, quickly transitioning into soft pecks and kisses, leading to you giving her more access.

“i’ve missed you, darling,” her kisses proceed to the other side, “missed you so much.”

      your eyes shut as she continues to plant kisses on you, turning into open wet-mouthed some time ago, you haven’t noticed. she leaves one last kiss before burying her head into your neck again but you need to kiss her.

you pull away, and the way her eyes fill with sadness immediately makes you pull her back in—your lips colliding harshly, teeth clashing, a low moan leaving you. 

her hands go lower and they settle themselves under your thigh, lifting you and seating you on her desk: work be damned.

with a swipe over your lower lip, you open your mouth slightly to let her tongue in. caitlyn is famished: she’s licking every part of your mouth, sucking your tongue, you almost think she’s shoving her tongue down your throat. she holds your jaw, forcing you to take her violent kisses.

you try to get a word in, “i’ve missed you mor–”

      she is impatient, and so are you.

your fingers fumble with her belt, blindly undoing it and pulling it down enough to slip your hand in. her half-hardening dick is straining against her boxers, making you giggle in the kiss. you palm her and she hisses at the contact.

you swallow her groans as you massage her cock, distracting her from kissing you. you feel her pull away but a grip on her hair stops her from doing so. a whisper of ‘please’ urged you to touch her finally. 

you truly did miss her and her. caitlyn’s hips buckled towards you once you gripped the base of her cock, taking it out and you look down to see her tip already leaking her precum. 

you grin at caitlyn however she avoids your stare, hiding her head on your shoulder, embarrassment coating her face. your thumb swipes the head, and your smile widens at her reaction. who would’ve thought that the commander could swear like a sailor. you tease her by doing that continuously—oh, that is torture for the poor commander; her tip is sensitive. and one noise from you almost made you cum, she whined.

caitlyn kiramman, leader of house kiramman, a decorated officer: a commander. whined. 

your eyes shut, you can’t handle the noises coming from your wife. it turns you on so goddamn much. the neck kisses from earlier were enough to make you wet, but this? her hips buckling to chase your touch after every swipe? her whining on your shoulder to do something, it’s riling you up. 

you push her back, and the back of her knees hits her chair and makes her sit down. the sight before you made you wish you could take a picture right about now: her gaze dazed, panting lightly, her pants and boxers pulled down so that her tip was poking out.

“darling, please.” there she goes again. “i need you.”

      your composure breaks. you struggle to get out of your pants and undergarments but you do, pulling it down to your midthighs and getting off the table to face away from caitlyn. hands on your hips pull you down, gripping them that’ll leave bruises tomorrow morning. she pulls your underwear aside, her tip kissing your clit.

you take matters into your own hands and lead her right into you, your hand disappearing underneath—gasping when that familiar head breaks through. caitlyn growls lowly before pushing down roughly, your back arching at the sudden intrusion.

“g-gentle now,” you feel so good. you feel everything, you feel how she twitches, feel every vein. you feel how she faintly buckles her hips up. you slowly lift yourself,  “good boy.”

she can’t help but harshly pull you back down, your hand shoots up to cover your mouth because she is hitting you just right. “i need you, darling. i need you. i’ve missed you.”

      she stands up, along with you, her needy cock moving inside of you. you brace yourself on her desk, one hand still on your mouth and the other on the table. she uses her grip on your hips as leverage, using it to push and pull you, your cunt greedily welcoming her.

the tip of her cock is hitting your favourite spot, making you mewl in delight at the sensation, muffled moans and whimpers vibrating in the back of your throat, accompanying caitlyn’s own groans.

your cunt clenches around her and her pace wavers. she pushes you down, your breasts on top of her work, and you feel her lean down before continuing on bruising your cunt. 

“shit,” caitlyn whispers on the back of your neck, kissing your nape, “missed you so much. you have no idea, darling.”

      an unexpected pressure on your pussy makes you yelp—she managed to sneak a hand down, rubbing your puffy clit in a slow circle. the contrast of her thrusts and rubs results in you having a sudden orgasm. your eyes close shut, your toes curling in pleasure, ears ringing, and you accidentally, unconsciously, hit the things on her desk, hearing them clatter on the ground.

caitlyn whines at the feeling of you squeezing you, “fuck,” she goes back up, her hands returning to your hips, and resumes her thrusts—this time, aggressively. 

“i just c-came,” your sore throat succeeded in letting out, your hand pushing back against her abdomen. 

      she doesn’t hear you. she’s focused on the ring that’s forming around her dick, thickening as she continues to pound into your pussy. she gets off on this: you two fucking in her office, you bent over on her desk, ruining her progress, she doesn’t care. 

all she cares about is you taking her cock, all she cares about is you turning into a mess; a blabbering mindfucked mess. and you are. you’re letting out the most sinful and ungodly noises, your sensitive cunt, as well. she grits her teeth, she can feel herself about to cum, and the scene of your legs shaking, you trying to slow her down by putting your palm on her abdomen, is enough to make her cum. 

she cums with a whine, it’s too much for her. she leans down to bite at your shoulder, her cock spurting in think squirts. her cum is warm, hot enough to spread throughout your body and that’s enough for you to cum again. 

you’ve lost your voice so all you can do is hide your face in your forearm, trying your best to not scream. 

“darling,” caitlyn gasps out, dumbstruck by you’re squeezing cunt, “you’re m-milking me.”

      she stops cumming after a few seconds. she pulls out slowly, loving the way you cling to her. she falls back to her seat, admiring her work. still panting, you push yourself up with difficulty, the overstimulation still running.

“the food’s gone cold now, honey.”

[aurelion-solar]

the 3 promo posters for Arcane Season 2 can be joined together, with Ekko's trail going across them all, fortiche really are the best!

[xjdkg89q]

[wingedshadowfan]

comparing caitlyn to real life dictators will never not be funny to me because bffr she'd be such a girlflop dictator among them are we kidding??

0 megalomania or grandomania, in fact she never wanted to be in that position of power in the first place and now that she was, she wanted it all to be over expeditiously - she really only wanted to catch jinx and had no beef w/ zaun beyond that??

tired, underslept, stressed, work in the morning (read: mediating shit betw piltover's guilds/houses and dealing w/ the noxians and ambessa doing wtv she wanted behind her back), misunderstood and deeply not in the mood for maddie's advances (read: having one bitch and not even liking her)

a sniper and yet shown exclusively using her net ammunition and specifically saying "months of peacekeeping occupation, sweat and tears" no blood girl?? she was also not shown using the grey again although she easily could've

against the noxians' growing demands for fortification (but mentioning that there would have been enforcer casualties w/out them, so no casualties yet? makes you think the level of violence used might not have been deadly on either side)

holding ambessa accountable for her right hand man rictus instigating violence (being aware of his brutality and fearing leaving vi w/ him during their double-cross) and also telling her, a literal warmonger, "why is violence always the justification for peace?" bold little one alright

openly distrusting ambessa ("the blade cuts both ways"), attacking ambessa from the back during sparring while she was lecturing her on guile (not at all subtle foreshadowing), spying on her/rictus/singed (read: looking for an opportunity to double cross her or spoil her plans before she reunited w/ vi)

calling singed a monster and pulling up on him with a sniper rifle (surprising ambessa who was looking to use him and his knowledge as a weapon) for what he'd done to his test subjects but also to the undercity by creating shimmer, which she'd dismantled

threatening singed w/ rotting in the stillwater solitary confinement prison cell vi was being kept in, the use of which she'd forbidden (and him not giving a fuck lmao) bcuz she deemed it too cruel

[unknown-cold]

Let me be clear and let you all know when I post about Caitlyn, it’s not because I need you to like her or sympathize with her. I don't give a shit about your biased and hypocritical hot takes. The only reason I call this out is to show how unbelievably stupid and self-contradictory the arguments you all make.

You reduce her entire character to “she’s a cop” as if that alone erases every bit of her story, growth, and nuance. That’s not critique, that’s lazy, pseudo-moral posturing so you can feel “ethically superior.” Congrats, you’re not deep you’re just full of shit.

Like let’s be real here if you got robbed or were in serious danger, you’d call the police without a second thought. That’s the hypocrisy and this is exactly your problem guys! and I understand some of you hate the police in real life for personal reasons that’s fair, but does that really mean you have to hate every fictional cop character, even when they’re good ones? And worse, anyone who disagrees with you gets branded with false accusations just because your blind hatred won’t let you separate reality from fiction. Miss me with that fake-ass morality. It's just pathetic it’s not activism, it’s a brainless tantrum.

What’s hilarious is how you bend over backwards to defend genocidal warlords, terrorists, and drug lords, also the characters who control the cops, like Silco people who literally exploited, murdered, and enslaved their own while clutching your pearls at Caitlyn, who is easily one of the least harmful characters in the entire damn show. You don’t sound “woke” you sound delusional.

So no, your bullshit double standards don’t make you morally superior. They just make you look like a clown who can’t separate reality from fiction

[vi-arcanes-left-biceps]

Some Arcane fandom's new year resolution should be to learn how to comprehend storytelling and stop pretending that not knowing how to interpret basic visual cues and not being able to pay attention is "bad writting".

It's not about the microexpressions guys it's about your micro attention span

[girliism]

GIRLIISIM KINKTOBER

october 9th: power imbalance - commander!caitlyn x fem!reader

when caitlyn took you on as her second in command you thought it would be a job consisting of making plans, and setting up meetings, not late hours spent in her bed or early mornings under her desk.

“enter.” her tired voice responded to your knocks. the giant doors creak open, and you step inside, hands holding each other behind your back.

“you called for me?” caitlyn looked up to where you stood dress in your uniform awaiting an order.

“come here.” the demand was smooth. caitlyn leaned back in her chair, and you could see her legs spreading underneath the desk. it was a routine at this point. your commander, stressed from working, would call on you, and you’d kneel between her legs. practiced fingers unbuckling her belt.

“rough morning?” you got her pants down to her ankles, and caitlyn threaded her fingers through your hair.

“very.” she tugged you forward, forcing your face into her cunt. soft noises came from her at the feeling of your tongue peaking out and teasing against her clit. but caitlyn didn’t have time teasing.

with a harsh yank on your scalp, and though gritted teeth she said, “don’t. just get to work like you mean it.” not in any position to deny her, your mouth opens fully, and you lick a fat strip up her pussy, lips locking around her clit. “fuck.” cait slumps in her seat, and let’s you got at it. pink tongue traveling through her wet folds. as you lap at her like a thirsty dog.

you moan at the taste of her on your tongue, sweet and tangy, sending shivers through her. two of your fingers ease into the tight heat of her cunt, and immediately curl up. knowing exactly how and where she liked it.

you play with her clit in your mouth, going from firm licks to harsh sucks, pulling back and dribbling spit down onto her already soaked core before rubbing the mess onto the tiny bud. relishing in the sounds you were pulling from caitlyn. high, needy moans filling the air in her huge office. “is it good, commander?” the use of her official title had cait clenching down on your fingers.

“it would be better if you stopped talking.” she led you back to where she needed you. your mouth on her cunt. only then did she give you the praises you looked for. “that’s it.” a satisfied smile stretched on her face as you pumped your fingers in and out, curling them up and up. “look at you, so good on your knees for me.” her legs spread wider. offering you more.

you continued to messily eat her out, eyes rolling back as if it were you who had two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

“my perfect little stress reliever.”

you hummed, muffled, at her words. tongue replacing your fingers in her dripping hole, pads of your slicked fingers circling around her clit. “more, more!” she order, and you shifted on your knees getting unbelievably closer, nose bumping her clit, licking long, hungry strips from bottom to top.

caitlyn caught sight of your face when you came up for air. eyes blow wide, hair roughed up, nose to chin wet in her arousel and your spit. you looked a mess, like some common whore, not like a solider who’s braved the undercity more than once.

your thumb dragged up and down her lips, stopping to flicked at her clit. “oh fuck! that’s it, that’s it.” caitlyn’s voice got higher and higher, moans getting louder and louder. you wrapped your lips back around the throbbing bundle of nerves and sucked, slipping your finger back in to curl up relentlessly into that sensitive spot living in her spongy walls. caitlyn couldn’t keep her legs from shaking or her breath from picking up. a series of moans and whines wrecked out of her.

she started to roll her hips with the movement of your fingers. legs closing around your head trapping your face in her pussy. your tongue didn’t stop working, flattening right on her clit as you shook your head side to side moaning at the feeling of it on your tongue. your fingers no longer pumped, just curled into the spot that had caitlyn’s head dropping back.

your usually well put together commander fell apart in her leather seat. “shitshitshit.” her back arched, and you didn’t let up. “so close, give it to me, fuck!” you jaw worked hard to bring caitlyn to her release, and you know she’s hit it when her thighs squish the side of your head hard, and harsh, silence, gaspy moans shudder through her. the hold on your hair getting tighter. you free your fingers, but continue to lick all over her pussy. happily collecting the messy leaking out until she’s clean. her body reacting in short twitches.

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