your beloved girlfriend recently turned you into a vampire at your request, but there's one thing she forgot to warn you about — just how much your growing fangs would hurt
content: vampire!caitlyn, vampire!reader, biting, teething, sfw, intended lowercase, second person pov, made up vampire lore don't fact check me, they have blood in this, and tears, fluff, mentions of 'blood servants', reader is very obsessed, first time but not in the way you think, praise.... word count: 0.9k note: take a shot everytime i say neck (please don't)
"how did you cope?" you whine, eyes wet with unshed tears. there's an icepack pressed to the side of your mouth, but it's only enough to slightly dull the pain, not stop it completely.
caitlyn doesn't need to ask what you're talking about, since you've been complaining of a toothache for the past week now, a side effect of developing fangs. she puts the book she was reading down, sympathy marring her face as she turns to you. the whole point of turning you into a vampire like her was so that you would be safe — or at least safer — from harm, and yet here you are, hiding your face in your hands in a feeble attempt to block out the pain.
"i was born a vampire," caitlyn gently reminds you, "so everything happened when i was a baby. i don't remember it much, except my mother told me i absolutely devoured all my chew toys when i was younger. didn't i buy you some, too?"
when you look up at her, it's a pitiful sight. salty tears stain your face, while your eyes are all swollen and red. "you did, but they're not—" you can't explain it, but the chewing tools she gave you to help aren't satisfying you. you need— you need flesh, as weird as it sounds.
"i know, i know, but you're not ready to feed from humans yet."
in this state, the second you bite into a blood servant, you'll lose all sense of self control and end up completely draining them, so, like all new vampires, you have to drink blood from a cup via straw. it's quite frankly insulting. "i can't take this, cait."
"you could bite down on me?" she offers after a moment of contemplation. most vampires prefer to bite humans instead of their own species, since the taste is much sweeter. caitlyn herself has never had much of a preference, and she suspects you don't care about trivial things such as blood flavours in your desperate state.
and fuck, her suggestion sounds good right about now. you can imagine it so clearly, your teeth sinking down into her tender flesh while your lips suck at her soft skin, tongue lapping over the puncture points to soothe the ache. it wouldn't be like a blood servant, there's a certain intimacy that they just can't provide. but your girlfriend can.
"are you sure?" as much as you both like it rough, you don't want to hurt her, and who's to say you'll be able to control yourself once you get a taste?
caitlyn doesn't seem to share your concern, however. "your fangs are—" she hesitates, not wanting to offend you, "dull. they will not harm me.'
"right, i have to wait to have big and sharp fangs like you do," you complain. it's not like you thought being a vampire would be easy, but you did expect to be stronger. aren't vampires supposed to be stone cold and have pain tolerances of steel instead of being taken down by toothaches? or have you just been reading too much vampire fiction? caitlyn would definitely argue the latter.
"don't fret over it, darling. in time, i'm sure your fangs will grow even sharper than mine," caitlyn soothes, motioning for you to sit on her lap. whatever book she was reading beforehand is long discarded, all of her attention on making you feel better.
"i doubt that," you mutter under your breath, but make your way to her straddle her lap regardless.
in response, she loosens her robe and pulls her blue hair to one side, baring her neck to you. almost immediately, you reach out to touch the smooth skin, dragging a nail down the side of it. she's so soft under your fingertips, you're practically drooling at the thought of sinking your teeth in, the thought of watching the black blood trickle down her pale neck before lapping it up in one quick motion, unable to resist.
she places a hand at the back of your neck, guiding your head to where she wants you. both your hands grip her tightly, one on her arm and the other on the side of her neck, nails digging into her flesh. it takes a few tries before your teeth manage to puncture her skin — standard for a new vampire but embarrassing nonetheless — but succeeding makes it all worth it.
all the pain you've been feeling since you turned fades away, the only room left in your body reserved for the sheer pleasure of her blood hitting your tongue for the first time. it tastes a little bitter at first, a shift from the sickeningly sweet human blood you've been getting used to up until now, but you find yourself preferring it, and feeding from the source is far better than all the straw bullshit you've had to put up with.
"you're doing so well," caitlyn praises, a little breathless. she can't remember the last time somebody drank from her, but even then she knows it never felt as good as this.
if there were no consequences, you could go on draining her forever, but you can tell, even in your blood-drunk state, that if you're feeling lightheaded, she almost certainly is. summoning up all the strength you have, you pull away, looking up at her for reassurance that she enjoyed it as much as you did. "was that good?"
"very," she affirms. her neck still glistens with your saliva and she finds herself hesitant to wipe it off. since your teeth aren't that strong yet, the wound won't scar, though admittedly she wishes it would.
"thank you for letting me feed from you, i feel miles better."
caitlyn can't help herself, pressing a tender kiss your lips, "and thank you, for letting me be your first time."
synopsis: Just some period comfort hcs with Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Ekko, Mel and Jinx!
Warning: Cursing. 18+ FOR JINX, no smut but somewhat spicy. Rest of the characters are fluff.
Please enjoy! So sorry it took me so long!
Viktor
He’s very educated on menstrual cycles to begin with! (Biology nerd)
Definitely has a calendar and keeps track of all your cycles.
The day before you’re supposed to get your period he comes home from shopping and restocks on food and pads, tampons, ibuprofen etc.
Would definitely give you a massage to help with cramps.
“Beloved?” Viktor knocked from behind the door before proceeding to enter your shared room. "I got what you needed," he said, setting down the grocery bag containing both the tampons and pads. “And these," he added, revealing a variety of your favorite chocolates, salty chips, and even a bottle of your preferred tea.
You blinked at him, your expression shifting from surprise to gratitude. "You didn't have to-"
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” He quickly shushed you. His free hand reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I wanted to. Now, do me a favor and relax." Before you could protest or question any further, he knelt down by your side, his clever hands carefully lifting the edge of the blanket. "Turn over, Darling” he coaxed, and when you complied, he placed his hands on your lower back, his touch warm and deliberate.
"I read this helps," Viktor murmured as his fingers began to work small, soothing circles into your tense muscles. You feel your muscles loosen and quickly melt into Viktor’s touch.
His hands run a little on the colder side, yet they still work their magic and alleviate the pain in your abdomen.
"You're too good to me," you murmured, your voice muffled as you rested your head against your arm.
"Nonsense," Viktor replied, his voice low and unwavering. "You endure so much… this is the least I can do." He says leaving a small gentle kiss on your cheek.
Jayce
He’s the biggest softy for you on your period oh boy oh boy oh boy. He is completely at your beck and call.
He’s also super carful about your emotional during this time. He tries his hardest to leave work on time and come home!
He understands mood swings can happen and he’s very patient! He accidentally messed up and ticked you off? He’ll nod along as you lecture him and act like a kicked puppy. Then afterwards will ask if you’re okay and if you need space. Will 100% make up and apologize by getting you a sweet treat :3
Jayce finally made his way back home, shoulders heavy and tense. his tie askew and his hair slightly mussed, looking like he'd run the entire way home. You stand up from your place on the couch and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Welcome home” you smile at home before your eyes lower to see an empty handed Jayce. "You forgot?" you said quietly, your voice heavy with disappointment.
Jayce froze, guilt washing over his face. "Forgot what?"
"The heating pad," you replied, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. "You said you'd grab it on your way home. I've been in pain all day, Jayce."
His heart sank. "Oh no," he whispered moving to run a hand down his hair. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't know how I missed it…”. He thinks for a moment before he says, “That’s on me, and I'll fix it right now!" He turned to leave, planning to head straight back to the lab.
"No... that's alright Jayce, just please remember next time." You grab hold of his sleeve. He let out a soft sigh and turned around to face you.
"I'm so sorry about that sweetheart... Honestly I was just excited to get back home to you is all." He mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug.
"No no it's fine really, it's not too big of a deal" The warmth of his body slowly encapsulating itself protectively over you.
“No you should be upset it’s okay! I’ll be more responsible next time.” His puppy eyes glowing as if he almost wanted you to be mad at him. It was incredibly difficult to deny Jayce whenever he would behave like this…
“I uh…. O-okay?…. Please do better next time.” Your eyes are looking at anything else but at him.
"... you need to be mad at me until I figure out how to make it up to you." His strong arm coming up from behind to softly pat your side. "How does that sound?"
You laugh off the pervious nerves “I think that sounds perfect" You tilt your head up to face him and press a warm soft kiss to his cheek.
Vi
Okay I feel like for Vi for some reason you two would always be synced
She’s all tough and prepared on day one until day two hits and… that’s a different story
You always end up completely staying home together on the second day of your periods
You groaned as another cramp hit, curling further into yourself under the layers of warmth. Next to you, Vi let out a sharp exhale through her nose, gripping the heat pack on her stomach.
"This is some sick joke," Vi muttered, her voice heavy with irritation. She shifts on the bed, but the movement only made her wince. "I could take a punch to the gut, no problem, but this? This is worse than any fight I've been in."
You scoot closer towards Vi drapes an arm over you, pulling you snug against her chest. Her hand found your hair, fingers threading through it lazily.
"We're a mess," you mumbled into her tank top.
"Yeah," she admitted, pressing her cheek against the top of your head. "But at least we're a mess together."
Vi is totally one to do a complete 180 on the next day.
While you’re still dying of pain she manages to get out of bed early and heads to the store to pick up some stuff
Vi's heavy boots thudded softly against the floor, the sound bringing a flicker of relief. "Alright, babe," her familiar rasp broke the silence, “I got a couple of things for you”
“Don’t you mean us?” You sit up straight and tilt your head a little confused.
“Oh no, I’m doing fine sweetheart don’t you worry. But… I know you probably still feel like a sack of shit so I picked up some goodies for you.” she pulled out an assortment of snacks like chips, gummy candy, soda, juice..(if it had sugar she’s go it!…)
“If these cramps won’t kill me… the amount of sugar here will…” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mess of snacks in front of you.
“Oh pip down will you? Haven’t even gotten to the best part.” What she pulled out next made your breath hitch. It was a small, ridiculously cute plushie. A chubby fox with big shiny eyes and a fluffy tail. Vi plopped it onto your lap as she smirked from your reaction. “Cute huh?” She sits down next to you. “I picked it out cuz it reminded me of you”
Your face flushed instantly, a mix of embarrassment and warmth flooding through you. You picked up the fox, turning it over in your hands. Its fluffy tail was so soft it almost felt unreal, and the wide, shiny eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. "Reminded you of me?" you asked, glancing at Vi with a raised brow.
“Yeah well… it’s cute and small.. so it reminds me of you.” She leaned back against the headboard, “And it’s a little spunky. Just like you.”
You roll your eyes and softly punch her shoulder. "It does cheer me up," you admitted softly, clutching the plush fox closer. "Thank you, Vi."
She wraps an arm around you shoulder and pulls you in “No problem Cupcake, anything for you.”
Ekko
HES PANICKING
but in the outside he’s cool as a cucumber
The inside? oh god. He’s stressing out about making sure all your needs are met.
You are not allowed to go on missions during this time at all. He doesn’t exactly forbid it per say but he does shoot a glare whenever you flinch due to the pain of your cramps. He’s always behind you making sure you’re okay
He’s like a little momma bird
You were currently getting ready for a mission, bag laying across the table as you carefully prepare stuffing it full of food, medical supplies, bombs and your trusty lock pick. Ekko leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that ever so perceptive gaze of his.
"You good?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, fine," you replied, wincing as another cramp twisted in your stomach. You shake your head cursing at your own reaction.
He was by your side in seconds, gently taking the pack from your hands. "You're lying."
“Ekko please…” you straightened your back. "I'm fine," you insisted, reaching for the pack again, but Ekko held it out of reach.
reach.
"You think I don't notice you wincing every five seconds?" His voice softened, though his eyes stayed firm. "You can't go out like this.”
“I’m not some baby. Believe me I’ll be just fine.”you protested, though even you could hear how unconvincing you
“Look… you sound way too unconvincing and because you’re way too stubborn…” He paused looking at you and finally smiling. “How about I skip out on this mission too? And you know.. take care of my girl?.” A proud and playful smile adorns his lips while he waits for your response.
You’re a little surprised, not because he doesn’t put you first but because he’s allowing himself to relax in a way as well. “Are you sure about that?" you ask, your voice softer than you intended. "I mean... this mission sounds important. I don't want you to–“
"Stop." He cuts you off gently, stepping closer. The distance between you shrinks, and you feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder, steady and warm. "I've been out there long enough to know the world ain't gonna fall apart if I sit one out." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I know I push myself too hard sometimes. And yeah, protecting our people is important and all, but so is being here. With you. What's the point of fighting if I can't take a moment to enjoy what I'm fighting for?"
“Ekko…” His words hit you harder than you expected, the vulnerability in them catching you off guard.
"Yeah firefly?…” He tilts his head, watching you carefully. His hands fidgeting together like a nervous child.
You let out a small sigh, your resolve crumbling. "Just... don't make a habit of this, okay? The Firelights need you."
"They'll manage," he says with a wink. "I'll make it up to 'em. Promise." He finally makes his way over to you placing a small kiss on your neck before continuing. “But let me make it up to you first okay?”
Jinx
18+
Okay jinx is an absolute horndog when you’re on your period
You got cramps? Uhhhh…. Solution????… her mouth and fingers.
“Love bug come onnnnnn! You know making you cum will help with cramps! What’s the big deal?” She sighed dramatically flopping over the table in front of her.
“Love bug?…” You questioned. “And the deal is I’m on my period!…. I don’t want to make a big mess for you to deal with okay.” You huffed out embarrassed at her playful yet lewd antics.
“Yeah! Love bug cuz you love me and you’re always buzzing around me! Like a bug!” Jinx proudly exclaimed her bright idea of a nickname, perhaps a bit too proudly… “And besides! Me?… care about a mess? You’re kidding right?” she looks almost offended but the fact you assumed she wouldn't do this for you.
“Jinx… I just feel gross okay… I don’t really feel super desirable right now.” You sighed placing your face into your hands.
She bangs her fists on the table and jumps up from her seat. “You’re fucking joking right? You’re smoking babe. SMOKING. Like SMOKING HOT! Her arms waved around as she talked to draw out more emphasis to her claim. She lets out a playful scoff “It’s taking every fiber of my being to not pounce on you right now!”
“Jinx… knock it off…” you bit your lip embarrassed and turned away. “I know that isn’t true at all… quit being too nice.”
“Doll…. You’re way too into your own head! I’m saying I wanna bang and you think I’m lyin?” She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “No no no we can’t be having that! Doll come here.”
Your expression as you looked at her told Jinx you in fact did not know who to believe. You’re corrupt emotions or your loving girlfriend? Either way you walked to her and stopped till you were in front of her. She quickly cupped your face and pulled you into a deep inviting kiss. Her hands roam softly along your body, gently holding and squeezing every part she loved.
She breaks away from the kiss and looks at you, her voice more serious than you’d like it to be. “Y/N you’re always going to be perfect to me, there’s no way in hell l’d ever be grossed out by you.” She leans in closer and softly leaves kisses along your collar “Besides I wanna love you. I wanna make you feel so crazy good you won’t even remember all your dumb troubles.”
Mel
MEL MEL MEL MEL MEL 😻 fancy rich lady who spoils you
While I do think she’ll still be super busy with work, she’ll most definitely make sure your body is been taken care of.
She lets the chef know your nutritional needs, taking notes you need more iron in your diet.
And when she does come home it’s all kisses, cuddles and praise getting sent your way!
Since she could remember, Mel could take care of just about anything. It didn’t matter if it was a delicate political negotiation or ensuring you felt cared for on your worst days, she had an effortless way of making you feel like the center of her world
The moment she left for the council meeting that morning, you heard her speaking quietly with the private chef, listing off ingredients and dietary adjustments with her usual precision. "She needs more iron," you overheard her say, her voice warm yet firm. "Spinach, lentils, maybe some lean meat. And add something sweet but not too high in sugar content. She deserves to enjoy herself, but make sure it stay healthy for my sake.
Hours later, as you lay curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over you, the scent of something savory wafted through the air. The chef had outdone himself, delivering a meal tailored exactly to what your body needed, paired with a small plate of indulgent chocolate covered fruits. It brought a soft smile to your lips. Mel always thought of everything, she always thought of you.
the front door finally opened, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor announced her arrival. You craned your neck to look at her, and the moment her golden eyes landed on you, her expression softened.
"There's my love," she murmured, setting her things aside and making a beeline for you.
"Hello darling, long day?" you asked, your voice soft.
"Not anymore," she replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before settling beside you on the couch. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "How are you feeling? Did you eat?"
You nodded. "The food was perfect. Thank you for taking care of it."
“Oh? So you heard me did you?”She hummed in satisfaction, pulling you gently into her. Her arms wrapped around you snugly, her fingers trailing softly along your back in soothing patterns. "You've been so strong," she whispered. "But you don't have to be right now. Let me take care of you”
You melted into her embrace, feeling the tension in your body ease as she held you. "You deserve the world," she murmured, her voice full of affection. "And I intend to give it to you, one kiss or gentle word at a time. You will be shown my love”
ERM SO A LINE FROM JAYCE’S PART IS FROM XAVIER’S NEW CARD FROM LOVE AND DEEPSPACE! I recently pulled it and oh my god…. It’s been stuck in my mind…. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED
I might be the only one that doesn't find overused petnames attractive anymore. Instead it lowkey sounds like a provocation now. Like sorry not sorry, "princess" is a total ick. You see that EVERYWHERE and it turn character in a fanfic ooc. Like be fr they will NOT say that. If anyone ever call me that, best believe they're cringe and it's an instant turn off.
Darling is a 50/50. Unless it's country "darlin'" or british "dAHling" others can stfu. Anything that comes with "little", I'm calling the psych ward. Police can't do shit.
"Honey" and "sweetheart" is OKAY. 10/10. Sweet, soft. That's it. Don't change that. "Babe" is also okay. "Baby" doesn't sound as provocative as princess so it's still tolerable because that petname have stayed longer.
Honourable mention would be food related (cupcake, pumpkin, sugar etc). For me it can be as exotic as it wants. Be my guest. However animal related is a no-go, (birdy, lamb, kitten, puppy etc) and I refuse to elaborate. It's just doesn't sit right to me. Unless it's a kink thing ofc. Old timer is my personal favourite; "toots" "snookum", "doll(face)"
I L♥️ved your yandere Caitlyn fic! (Guilty pleasure, yep) And I was writing to ask if you would write one where the reader has a chronic illness, cardiac syncope, asthma, deaf/mute, depression, or wheelchair user? I don't see a lot of fics with disabled readers or reader with chronic illness.
PERSPICACIOUS
YANDERE!CAITLYN KIRAMMAN X DISABLED!READER — ONESHOT
ABSTRACT: As a highly-intelligent scientist working on Hextech alongside Viktor and Jayce, you are an asset to Piltover. However, where your mind succeeds, your body falls short with your physical ailments. However, with Caitlyn keeping a keen eye over your work, she is more than willing to assist you by any means necessary. Maybe, she has eyes for more than just your discoveries.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It makes me very happy to see people want disabled reader fics. As a disabled person, I am more than happy to oblige. Also I took the liberty to make this a Caitlyn fic since that's the one you liked. You didn't state which character so I hope this is right. Also, to anyone reading this feel free to submit disabled reader requests and if you have a specific disability you want reader to have let me know.
CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere behavior, mentions of political corruption, manipulation, ableism, unintentional infantizing from Caitlyn (she corrects herself don't worry)
TAGS: gender neutral reader, reader has a slew of disabilities (cardiac syncope, hard of hearing, asthma, and gait instability (trouble walking and balancing)), reader experiences ableism, Caitlyn is overprotective of reader, no use of y/n for reader, no physical descriptors for reader besides disability.
(N)SFW?: SFW
WORD COUNT: 1.3k+
CAITLYN’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: manipulative, overprotective
A sniper's gaze never leaves its target.
Caitlyn always had her eyes on you. Even when you thought she didn't. Ever since she met you at one of the Piltover counselor meetings, she watched you carefully as if to mentally digest every facet of your being. The way you leaned into your cane when you stood for too long, how you secretly took your medications when you thought everyone was too hooked into debate to notice you in the shadows of Jayce, when you would leave the room discreetly when you felt the aura of a syncope coming.
She saw you, she always saw you.
You were quiet enough to hide in shadows without much notice, sometimes the only sound being the clicking of your cane or when your soft breathing up-ticked in speed before you took a puff of your inhaler.
A majority of the counselors paid you no mind, some didn't even bat an eye at your direction as if you were lesser than them. Yet, you didn't mind. Sadly, it had been something you had grown accustomed to.
However, Caitlyn wasn't.
She knew you were fine with the little appreciation you got for working on Hextech; but, she wasn't.
One late night, you were slaving away at your desk long after Jayce and even Viktor went to bed. You were hunched over the blueprints, shaky hands dusting over the intricate white depictions of the Hexcore. The lantern light flickered and made the shadows on your face ebb and flow. You reached for your coffee, the brew long since gone cold as you brought it to your lips and let the fluid slip between them.
You were close, you knew you were.
"Ahem," A voice clearing their throat caught your attention, making you nearly choke on your coffee. Your gaze slipped back to see Kiramman standing there, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorway of the lab.
"Kiramman? Shouldn't you be sleeping by now?" You asked, placing your mug back down on the desk. Her footfalls clicked against the tiled flooring as she approached.
"I should be asking you the same question, it's nearly daybreak," She began, looking out the windows of the lab to the overview of Piltover's cityscape. "I just got here; but, I presume that is not the same for you." She remarked, gesturing to the cold coffee and the wide spread of blueprints and scrabbled notes sprawled across the desk.
"Ah, it's already morning?" You questioned, reached into your bag beside your chair, retrieving your container of medications for the day.
"Yes, 4:57 A.M. to be exact, which means you should have gone to bed hours ago." She muttered as she watched you pour the medications into your palm before putting them in your mouth, washing them down with cold coffee.
"Mm, sorry, sometimes I get carried away with work." You muttered into the mug before placing it back down.
As you went to hunch back over the blueprints again, you felt her hand pull you back against your chair. Her grip was tight but not painful, like she was trying to hold back. Her eyes bore into yours, her gaze icy but held some concern in it.
"You are pushing yourself. Again. This is not okay." She declared, her grip on your shoulder tightening just a smidge
"I can handle myself just fine, Kiramman-"
"Don't give me that, you and I both know I'm right here." She snapped, running her free hand's fingers through her sapphirine strands. "How many nights have you done this?"
"It doesn't matter-"
"Yes, it does. With all your conditions, you're going to push yourself to an early grave! Now, tell me, how many nights have you stayed up until dawn and you didn't say a word?" She demanded, her nails boring into your shoulder as her frown deepened.
"... I've lost count-"
"Lost count?! Seriously, you can't keep doing this! What if all that caffeine makes your heart worse?"
"Why do you care so much anyways? My research is none of your business. You get all the numbers and details from Jayce anyways."
"You don't get it, you're my business. I care about you! You can't keep pushing yourself to the brink and end up hospitalized or even worse!" She pleaded, a desperate gleam in her eyes before they darkened into a stormy sky. "Who's making you do all this extra work? Are they extorting you?" She pried, pushing you firmer against the chair.
"What are you on about? No one is making me do this! I choose to do this."
"Why then? Why do you push yourself so hard when you know your body has these limitations? What can I do to stop you from doing this to yourself?"
"You don't have to do anything, I never asked for your help-"
"Well, it's obvious you need it. Look at what you are doing to yourself! Open your eyes!"
"I don't need your pity just because you think I can't carry myself."
"I am not pitying you! I care for you!" She begged as you felt that familiar dryness in your throat as your chest got tight.
You began to cough and scramble for your bag but her hand kept you pinned. She reached into your bag as you began to wheeze and squirm.
"Open your mouth." She demanded as she fished out your inhaler. You instinctively open your mouth as you wheezed and whimpered while she popped off the cap over the mouth piece. She smirked softly down at you like she was enjoying this moment of control and placed the mouthpiece between your lips and pressed down. "Breathe deeply for me, okay?" She prompted, watching you inhale and deflate from the tension.
Slowly, she pulled the mouthpiece from your mouth, looking down at you with intense eyes.
"Good job," She cooed, putting the inhaler back in your bag.
"The... The hell was that for?" You questioned, still catching your breathe from your attack.
"Because you need me, as I need you. You are my business and I intend to keep it that way," She declared, her eye contact eerily unwavering. "You are going to go to your chambers and rest, even if I have to drag you there myself, understand?" She continued before finally letting go of your shoulder.
"But, we have that meeting today, I can not miss that-"
"Yes you can, as Commander, I dismiss you from the meeting today. Now, would you rather walk up there with your cane or should I get your wheelchair?" Caitlyn demanded, standing up straighter to cross her arms.
"I told you, I'll be fine."
"Wheelchair it is."
"Kiramman! Enough!" You declared, rising from your chair after grabbing your desk to stabilize yourself. "I will rest after the meeting and I will not let you boss me around like this!"
Silence stretched between you two for much longer than you were comfortable with, but Kiramman's gaze never wavered.
"You're right. I'm sorry," Caitlyn resigned, taking a step back. "This is not about you being disabled, this is about you needing rest."
"Kiramman-"
"You need rest, come on." She pleaded, gesturing to your wheelchair she pulled over from the side of your desk.
You looked down at the wheelchair, feeling your legs tremble ever so slightly.
"Fine," You relented, walking over and taking a seat onto the lightly-padded seat. In silence, Caitlyn began to wheel you down the halls past Piltover hierarchs and onlookers whispering, a sight you were used to. However, once you two were alone, she pushed the wheelchair right past your room. You went to stop her but she grabbed your shoulder once more and kept walking.
"You will be staying in my chambers for the day, just so I can keep an eye on you." She muttered, walking briskly. "Also, call me Caitlyn."
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sfw (semi-suggestive??); sevika..... do not look at me
being the only mechanic good enough to fix sevika's arm every time she fucks it up for one of silco's jobs -- rolling your eyes when you see her in your doorway away, and her huffing, slumping into the seat across from you to sling her arm onto the wide work desk with a soft grunt. you open your mouth to berate her but she cuts you off --
"i know, i know -- i oughtta be more careful --" she waves her other hand; a wire snaps and sparks in her mechanical arm as you shoot her a rueful glare, "but the boss wants what he wants."
there's an age-old exhaustion to her voice that tugs at your heartstrings. she lights up a pipe and for once, you don't tell her to put it out, clearing your throat against the purple-sheened smoke wreathing from her nose.
"silco should know better -- you should know better."
"trust me, princess, i do." she drags her tongue over the word, smirking as your cheeks burnish red beneath her gaze, "i know that i've got you to fix me up, don't i?"
the chuckle that rumbles out of her is dark, oozing with tar, grating through her chest like a rusted out lock. you bite back the shiver as it snakes down your spine before lowering your goggles to assess the damage.
it's not as bad as you thought, though you do need to re-solder the nerves to her fourth finger and those are never pretty. you grimace as you reach for your tools. sevika tips back in the seat, staring at your ceiling, her arm stationary as you start your delicate work.
"who was it this time?" you ask without looking up. sevika scoffs.
"some grunt workin' for smeech... poor sop didn't know what hit 'em -- ha." she snorts, a ring of smoke puffing from her nostrils. you roll your eyes and reach for a soldering iron.
"looks like they put up one hell of a fight though," you murmur, frowning at a particularly tricky connection. sevika huffs out another breath, rougher this time, if that were even possible.
"tch -- this ain't nothing. they caught me off guard is all."
you pause then, eyes flicking up towards her only to find her scowling, eyes narrowed, glaring off in a different direction. you let out a long breath and go back to your work, dexterous fingers tugging apart metallic fibers thin as spider-silk.
"let me guess -- you were distracted, is that it?" you ask, and its nearly impossible to keep the note of derision out of your voice, the tell-tale taste of jealousy. you know that there are few things that would draw sevika's attention (or to keep it), and all of them have to do with an ample handful of either ass or tits.
at this, sevika leans forward, tipping your head up with her finger, her eyebrows cocked.
"you're cute when you're jealous."
you jerk your face away from her grasp, cheeks burning. you contemplate pushing out of your chair and telling her to leave. surely there are others technically talented enough to fix her arm, and with silco bankrolling it... there are few who would refuse.
but --
"-- thought it was you."
you blink, jerking up to stare at her. a second later, she frowns hard and hacks up a cough, puffing at her pipe with a renewed vengeance as she leans over to spit into your nearly overflowing trash. you make a disgusted face before bending back over her arm.
"there was a second --" she says, her voice rough as sandpaper, but softer than you'd heard it in ages, "when i thought... i heard your voice. fuckin'... distracted me and the asshole caught me off guard."
you allow yourself a tiny laugh. sevika grunts.
"there. y'happy? ow -- fuck --"
you drop the smoldering iron and lean back, shimmying your goggles from your face with a satisfied grin.
"there. try it --"
sevika gives her mechanical fingers a quick flex, the pair of you watching as each knuckle folds and stretches.
"damn. that was quick." sevika reaches down to snap the small metal cap back over her forearm, rolling her shoulder in it's metal socket. you sigh, leaning back in your chair.
"well, i am --"
"-- the best --- yeah, yeah," sevika finishes for you, a lopsided smirk twisting her lips as she digs around in her back pocket for payment. you shake your head, running a hand through your hair.
"don't worry about it. just... promise me you'll be more careful next time, yeah?"
sevika pauses, squinting down at you with an unreadable expression. then, she jerks her head towards the door.
"c'mon. 'least lemme buy you a drink then."
you stare. she rolls her eyes.
"get your ass up, princess. 'm not gonna say it twice."
you push to your feet, eyeing her as if uncertain of her true motives. sevika makes an impatient noise, nearly pulling your door off it's hinges as she tugs it open.
"no bar fights," you say, folding your arms.
sevika smirks, "sure, sure -- long as you promise not t'look at anyone else t'night." her non-mechanic hand comes to rest at the small of your back, ushering you through the door. you fight back a shiver, but she doesn't make to pull away.
"and if i do?" you ask, twisting to shoot her a cheeky grin.
sevika lets out a sharp bark of laughter, her eyes dark as the pair of you emerge onto the bustling street below. you shoot her another furtive glance, but her fingers dig into the bend of your waist as she tugs you roughly into her side.
"tch. then you'd really have to patch me up after."
CW: kinktober | mommy kink. praise kink. fingering. cannibalism and pomegranates as a metaphor for love type of shit
Your hands cradle her face, fingers trembling with a reverence that borders on worship as Vi's eyes flit across your features, her expression soft yet full of hunger. Her lips, slightly parted, are a breath away from yours, her warm exhale teasing your skin, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. The small sighs she lets out are a quiet symphony, intoxicating you with their softness.
Your thumb hesitates over the mark on her cheek, tracing the delicate contours of the "Vi" etched there with slow, deliberate care. For a moment, your gaze lingers on it—an intimate acknowledgment of everything she is—before locking eyes with her again. Her gaze is molten, filled with need and desire as your fingers glide down her jawline, savoring the texture of her skin. You follow the curve of her lips, your touch feather-light, until they part slightly in response, inviting you in.
You hover, just close enough to feel the heat of her breath against your thumb, the sensation pulling you deeper into the moment. Finally, you close the distance, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens into something more raw, more primal. Your saliva mingles, the taste of her sending a spark straight through your core.
Your thighs press against hers, anchoring you to her lap as her hands wander beneath your shirt, fingertips brushing over your skin with a desperation that matches your own. She grips you as if afraid you might slip away, her nails digging into your back, the sensation sharp but grounding. Her touch becomes more urgent, tracing patterns over your lower back, down your thighs, as if memorizing the feel of you.
Your hips grind into her, the motion slow but deliberate, each movement perfectly in sync with the rhythm of your tongues, swirling together in an unspoken dance. Your hands slide to the back of her neck, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, needing her closer. The kiss turns frantic, messy, full of passion and heat, the wet sounds filling the space between you.
Vi's mouth opens wider, a moan escaping her as she struggles to form words between kisses, her need palpable. There's something desperate in the way she holds you, something almost pleading in her touch. She clings to you, her breath ragged, her body tense with how much she craves you. She needs to feel every part of you, to taste you, to keep you as close as she possibly can. If she could devour you, she would—just to keep you with her.
It doesn’t take long before Vi’s mind dissolves into a haze, her thoughts slipping away, her body yielding entirely to the overwhelming need to have you. She’s desperate—aching to feel you, to be consumed by you, to become one with you. The hunger between you is raw, feral, and all she can muster is a soft, pleading "Please..." But before she can say more, your lips crash into hers, silencing her with a kiss full of fervor. You don’t need her words; the only sounds you want are those sweet, helpless moans that escape her lips, delicate and needy, meant for you alone.
Her voice trembles as she repeats, “Please,” her breath catching in her throat, and it’s enough to make you pull back, abandoning her lips to explore lower, letting your desire lead the way. Your hands slide down her neck, tracing her chest, feeling the heat of her skin as your fingers squeeze the soft, bare flesh beneath them. You savor the vulnerability she offers so freely, every touch claiming her in ways that words never could.
Your teeth graze her neck, nipping at her skin, the sharpness of your bite sending shivers through both of you. She arches into it, her body offering itself with every tremor, and the soft gasp that escapes her lips drives you further. You relish in the slight sting that blooms where your mouth lingers, her skin slowly turning shades of red beneath your touch. You’re painting her in your colors—red, violet, green—the hues of her pleasure and pain blending in perfect harmony. It's as if each bite, each mark, is a testament to how deeply you crave her, how much you need to claim every inch of her.
Your fingers trail down her stomach, nails dragging lightly over her skin, leaving faint, tantalizing scratches in their wake. Her body responds eagerly, her stomach rising to meet your touch, aching for more—more pain, more pleasure, more of you. Every breath she takes is shallow, trembling, as you push her further into the realm of sensation, your lips never straying far from her neck, leaving a trail of kisses, licks, and bites that burn in the most exquisite way. You mark her shoulders, her collarbone, branding her with your love, until all that's left is the red of her skin, each spot a declaration of your hunger for her.
Your hands dig into her sides, pressing into her with an intensity that borders on possessiveness. You pull her closer, your nails raking down her back, feeling the heat radiate from her body as she melts beneath your touch. The soft cries that spill from her lips—those quiet, trembling sounds of pain and pleasure—are the sweetest music to your ears. Each plea for more, each whispered “Please,” only fuels your desire, pushing you to touch her deeper, to bite harder, to leave no part of her untouched by your love.
The need to rip her apart, to tear her open and devour her, courses through you like wildfire. It’s all-consuming, and she feels it too, her body surrendering to the same madness, the same longing. Vi’s hands find their way to you, pulling at your clothes, stripping you bare, leaving you just as exposed, just as vulnerable as she is. She’s frantic, desperate to touch you, to feel you under her hands, her nails mimicking yours as they dig into your back, dragging up your spine, grazing the nape of your neck.
Together, you lose yourselves in the heat of it all—biting, touching, loving each other with a fierceness that words can never capture. It’s a storm of pleasure and pain, an endless cycle of need that neither of you can escape, as if no matter how much you take from each other, it’s never enough. You both savor the way you hurt, the way you love, lost in the beautiful chaos of it all.
“Gonna be good?” you murmur softly, your lips hovering in the valley between her breasts, each word a brush of heat against her skin as you move lower. Your eyes flick up to meet hers, watching the way her breath catches in her throat, the delicate knot of tension that forms between her brows, pulling them into a soft frown. The way her nose scrunches slightly adds to the tenderness of it all—this woman, so big, so strong, so fierce, and yet here with you, she’s something else entirely. Vulnerable, open, beautiful in her quiet surrender.
“Yes…” she breathes, her voice steady and sure despite the overwhelming emotions building between you. There’s a confidence in the way she nods, a promise. She’ll always be good for you, always what you need—gentle if that’s what you desire, or rough if that’s what you crave. For you, she’ll be anything. She’s yours, every part of her, waiting for you to decide.
You give her a slow nod in return, a silent acknowledgment, before your fingers leave the soft curve of her stomach, traveling lower, tracing the powerful lines of muscle that define her thighs. The way her body responds to your touch—her thighs parting instinctively, inviting you in—is intoxicating. Your fingers move gently, caressing her with soft, lingering strokes, each one full of reverence for the woman beneath you.
Your lips follow, pressing warm kisses against the firm flesh of her stomach, retracing the path of red and purple marks that bloom under your mouth. Every kiss, every touch, is a brand of love, desire, and something deeper. You paint her skin with your affection, each press of your lips a reminder that she is yours, that this moment belongs to both of you.
You move yourself up again, intertwining your legs with hers and pressing- aligning your bodies as your arm comes in between fo be the little and only separation. "Breathe, be good for mommy" your voice hits the delicate of her face, and she obbeys with a nod. The breath that was about to hit your skin suddenly cut by your fingers in between the wet of her thighs. Small circles rubbed against her clit that turn her into a mess, desperate and hungry and turning her brain into nothing but you.
The little gasp that leaves her lips is the prettiest sound that could ever exist. And they just keep on longing and coming out more and more and more each time the pads of your fingers follow a new pattern, a new speed. Each time you press harder on her, each time her hand grasps deep into the flesh of your lower back to keep you closer. Each time she feels the need in your own body, simply pressed over her- it's not enough. "Violet..."she needs you. "Please...." Her pretty lips are parted open, hitting the skin of your neck directly, those eyes that shine with a hungry adoration now looking up at you, unless the pleasure blinds her and commands her to close them. She wants to look at you, to remember if you're ever gone.
"My pretty girl" your fingers scissor her folds, playing with the slick of them, the wet that you've created with little nothing. Her moans cut, bucking her hips up as it that'll give her any more friction. It doesn't.
You can sense the pain of it, the craving. Your free hand comes to brush the pretty red strands of hair aside, pressing a kiss on her forehead to cup at her cheek briefly, leading her closed eyed face to kiss you once again. But she can't, she needs to breathe and grasp for air in between those small cries. "Mommy..." it was meant to be another quiet plead, but her mind felt overwhelmed and it became a gasp, a loud desperate plead.
You finally slid your fingers, curling them with ease. "So wet for me, mhm?" her hips moved at an instant, following your rhythm. It was too much, how your fingers were curling so deliciously inside her. The wetness and obscene sounds filling the space between both along those pretty whines you adored. Her stomach clenched at the pure sound of your voice, your quiet praises and guidance. Her fingers gripped tightly at the fat of your hips, letting the pleasure invade both your bodies.
"Cum for me babe" you asked her, grabbing her pretty face once again. Your hand coming dampened after each thrust into her pussy, ridiculously wet. "Can't- Can't, fuck-"
Warning: Gn reader, penetration, pretty short, english isn't my first language
A/n: So I sat with this for quite some time I first wanted to add more onto this but I just lost motivation for this so it's pretty short now sorry
“Fuck. I want to bite you so bad it’s fucking painful.”
The words are a low, desperate growl against your ear, his breath hot and uneven. His hips still against yours, his cock buried deep inside you, both of you trembling.
What?
It’s all you can think. His confession hangs in the air, thick and heavy. A rough, frustrated sound tears from his throat. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. Ignore that. Fuck, just… forget it.” He tries to move again, to restart the pace, but you clutch his shoulders, holding him still.
“Wait.”
His body tenses, every muscle coiled. He won’t look at you.
“Kayn. Look at me.”
He does, finally, and his dark eyes are flooded with a wild, hungry shame. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not” you breathe, the pieces clicking into place. The way his mouth always lingered on your skin, the press of his teeth when he came, the almost desperate focus on your neck and shoulders. It wasn’t just passion. It was a craving he’d been denying himself. “You’ve been thinking about this.”
He lets out a shaky laugh. “Thinking about it? It’s all I fucking think about when I’m inside you. I want to sink my teeth into that perfect skin and mark you up. I want to feel you between my teeth. I want to taste you.” He looks away again, jaw tight. “But it’s… a lot. I didn’t know how to ask for something that… intense.”
An hour earlier, you never would have guessed this was the reason for the tension your could always feel under his skin.
But now he was here, inside you, confessing his desire with a vulnerability that nobody would expect from him.
You brought your hand up, cupping his jaw, forcing his gaze back to yours. “So ask.”
He swallows hard. “Can I… can I bite you?”
“Where?” you whisper, your own pulse racing, excitement building low in your belly.
His eyes darken, the shame evaporating, replaced by pure, unadulterated want. “Your shoulder. That smooth, sweet spot right where your neck meets your shoulder. I’ve dreamed about it.”
“Do it.”
The permission unlocks something in him. A low, possessive snarl rumbles in his chest and his body goes taut above you. He drops his head, his mouth scorching a path to the exact spot he described. His tongue flicks out, a wet, hot stripe across your skin and you gasp. His teeth graze your skin, a subtle, testing pressure that makes your back arch.
And then he bites down.
It’s not a gentle love bite. It’s a deep, claiming, perfect pressure that floods your system with a shocking wave of pure pleasure. The sharp, bright pain melts instantly into a deep, throbbing heat that radiates straight to your sex. You cry out, a raw, ragged sound, and your inner muscles clench around his cock.
“Fuck” he moans against your skin, the vibration intensifying everything. “You fucking just gripped me like you’re trying to milk my cock dry. You like that? You like my teeth on you?”
He doesn’t let up, the pressure deepening for a breathtaking second before he soothes the spot with a long, lazy lick. The mix of sharpness and tenderness is overwhelming.
“Yes! God, Kayn, yes!”
“I knew it” he pants, his hips starting to move again, each thrust punctuated by the throbbing in your shoulder. “I fucking knew you’d take it so good. I’m gonna mark this whole perfect body. Gonna make sure everyone knows who makes you feel this good.” His pace turns punishing, brutal, each drive of his hips slamming into your deepest spots. “You feel how hard this makes me? My cock is fucking aching for you. All because I finally got to taste you properly.”
His words are filthy, you’re hurtling toward your peak, every sensation amplified a thousand times. The stretch of him inside you, the dull, sweet ache in your shoulder, the crude but beautiful things he’s growling in your ear.
“I’m gonna come” you warn him, your voice cracking.
“No” he rasps, his breath hot on your damp skin. “Not yet.” He stills his hips again, holding himself deep, and lowers his head back to your other shoulder. “You don’t get to come until I’ve bitten this side, too. Until I’m sure you’re marked everywhere.”
His teeth find a new spot, and he bites down just as hard.
