HEAR ME OUT! caitlyn fucking reader dumb then going all soft
⤷ PINNED & CHERISHED⌇smut :: strap on
Her hips slap against yours, steady and merciless, every thrust driving the air right out of your lungs. You’re clinging to her shoulders, nails digging into her back, the sheets a mess beneath you as Caitlyn holds you down with practiced precision.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she orders, voice clipped, that sharp Piltover accent turning your whole body to liquid. You try, you really do, but your head falls back, mouth open on a cry as she grinds deep and fast.
“F–fuck! Cait —“
“Shhh. That’s it. Just take it. So good for me, love. You don’t need to think.” Her hand catches your jaw, guiding you to face her, and the sight of her, flushed, controlled, relentless, tips you right over the edge. You come hard, sobbing into her shoulder, trembling beneath her body as she fucks you through it.
Only when you’re shaking and boneless does she slow. The steel in her gaze softens, the tight grip on your hips turning into a tender caress. She pulls out gently, kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.
“Darling,” she whispers, brushing the hair from your damp face. “You did so well for me. My perfect girl.”
You’re still gasping, mind spinning, but she hushes you with gentle kisses, wrapping you close until all you feel is warmth. The fierce enforcer gone, just Caitlyn, holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.
Synopsis: uhhh gross Cait I've been promising since January, or something. Sorry. Doing my best out here. CAITLYN KIRRAMAN IS TRANS TO ME, SHE HAS A PENIS. She violates you but it's hot I swearrrr.
Content: f! reader, cnc, spitting, lots of spit, brief fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, nutting inside, sex referred to as rape, heavy degradation, praise (because she's dignified like that), hand holding, cnc again, the cnc is very heavy, seriously dead dove do not EAT, she starts off mean and gets nicer when she starts fuckin you, aftercare kinda, the aftercare is pathetic, you shld really get a better wife...its rape the kink is rape don't read it if you don't like that. not proofread
A/n: SORRY I PROMISED THIS AGES AGO AND IT'S ONLY COME OUT NOW I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY. I started writing this back in February and then shit got hectic and I got cheated on and just ohh my god I couldn't. But it's done now I hope it was everything yg dreamed of,,, gross Cait nation ily please don't have died on me :(
Caitlyn has missed you. She’s been out all day, getting work done, getting, frankly, incredibly pissed off. You’re all she can think about as she addresses a meeting full of idiots, as she stomps around and barks orders. Your soft body, the way you smile at her, the way you looked so cute this morning, when she got up and left the house before you woke up. You’re all she’s thinking about as she stuffs her key in the door, pushing it open roughly with her shoulder so she can see you. When she finally does you look up from your book, startled. You weren’t expecting her home quite this early. She doesn't look happy, and you slowly put your tea down on the coffee table, before sitting up against the couch. “Hi, Caitie. How was work?”
“Shut up,” she grunts, stomping her way over to you. Then before you know what's happening she's got her weight on you, and you grunt, feeling yourself pushed back against the couch. Ah. Alright. This is what we're doing.
“Missed you so much,” Cait all but slurs, grabbing at your shirt, long, slender fingers clumsily trying to pull it off. “Gonna rape you, okay? Gonna rape this pretty fuckin pussy.” And then she pauses, slightly, you can feel it; a nod from you, yes, Catie, you can rape me, and she's grabbing at you like it's the last chance she'll ever get. Her mouth latches onto your neck, it's less a kiss and more like she's trying to eat you alive. “Fuckin whore. Missed you so much, fuck, baby– gonna hurt you so bad.” You groan in response, squirming slightly where you've been unceremoniously slammed into the couch. She licks a stripe up your neck, and begins to pull off your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor by the couch. She smells like sweat and the last notes of your perfume, her hands are rough, her breath heavy, her muscles twitching and shaking.
“Stupid fucking– mm,” she's too overwhelmed to insult you, so instead she just grabs your face, kissing you wet, heavy, slow. You're pretty sure you feel her spit in your mouth. One of her hands tangles in your hair, grabs a fistfull of it, and the other moves down your body, grabbing, groping, exploring.
She pulls roughly at your hips, trying to tug you closer to her. “Come here.” She kisses you, again, licking her tongue into your mouth, everything feels vaguely sticky and wet. You pant, trying your best to process everything that's happening. “Fuck, Caitie– slow down,” “What don't you understand about shut up?” she spits, literally, leaning up over you and spitting on your chest. She gathers the saliva with the pad of her thumb and brings it down to your nipple, circling around the sensitive skin and watching as the temperature change makes it perk up. The stimulation sends tingles down your stomach and you bite your lip to suppress a whine. She groans, a sadistic sort of grin on her face, and kisses you again, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses on your face. She can taste the sweat and the makeup on your skin, it makes her dizzy. She is so, unbearably hard, and you look so good under her.
You whine, and she pinches your nipple. “‘S gross, baby,” you're pouting, and right hand on the bible, Cait feels her heart stutter. “You don't like it?” She spits on you again, just so see that pout, saliva landing right under your eye. “Take my fuckin dick out, baby. Stop complainin. I know you like it, fuck– yeah, that's it, good girl, good baby…” The metal of her jean buttons is cool against your fingers, and you can feel warm saliva rolling down your cheekbone, to your hairline, as you pull her trousers off, palming her through her panties. She is indeed, very hard. You can feel the warm wet of her precum leaking through the fabric, and she lets out a long, low moan, pressing her face into your shoulder. And she bites, making you gasp, the sting deep in your muscle.
“Oh you fucking bitch, what a good girl. Hmm? Does that- ohh, fuck, fuck. Let me- shit, baby. C’mere.”
The first thing you register is her cold, harsh hands on your thighs, pressing them apart. You can feel her wedding ring on one finger, the metal digging into your warm skin, and she scoots up to get a good look at your pussy, wet and waiting for her. “Good girl,” she croons, dribbling more spit onto the sensitive skin. She presses a thumb to your clit, harsh, making you gasp and arch your back. She grins. “You gonna take it, sweetheart?” She works her length out of her pants, circling her thumb around your clit as she gets them off, a little awkwardly. You nod, and she begins to work her middle finger into your entrance, jerking off her tip in time, groaning under her breath. Her slender digits stretch you out deliciously, curling into your soft walls and making you mewl, her technique practiced and precise- she knows her girl, knows what gets you off, what makes your eyes go fuzzy and your pussy go nice and loose. She mutters something about fucking slut you don’t quite catch, and then grabs at your thighs to rest them around her hips.
Cait presses her tip against your entrance, azure eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. “Fuck, I missed you,” she mumbles, eyes locked on your love like she’s talking right to your pussy, but her left hand dips down to entwine her fingers with yours. She squeezes, hard. And then with a groan she presses the head of her cock into your pussy, your warmth squeezing her so wonderfully tight, and she can’t help but press her weight further, burying her length in you, eyes closed in complete serenity and bliss.
You on the other hand, are struggling.
“Caitie- Cait,” you whine, trying to reason with her, squeezing her cool hand in your own. Her girth always stretches you out, you’d think after years with the woman it’d get easier. But no, the stretch still stings, and she still goes so deep you can feel it in your tummy, poking at your insides. She responds by rutting into you, forcing you to just take it, you both know you can. “You’re fine,” Caitlyn says almost soothingly, still pressing on your clit, she’s trying really hard not to just fuck you senseless right now. She’ll wait. And eventually you do relax, the pain subsiding to a pleasant full feeling. Immediately she’s taking the opportunity, pulling her hips back and snapping them forward again, cock bullying your newly accustomed walls, earning a lewd squelch. “Tha’s it,” She groans, beginning to fuck you properly, her weight pressing yours into the couch, sticky, hot skin smothering you. The sensation fills your tummy with warmth and you moan loudly, back arching to take her dick better.
Cait growls into your skin, thrusting her hips hard, as if trying to get out all her frustration on you in a single round. Your walls squeeze her so good and she can hardly think straight, her head spinning, the only thoughts in her mind about pounding you, raping you, emptying her load so deep in your pussy a part of her becomes embedded in you forever and she never has to let you go. Hot, overwhelming pleasure fills your body, blooming from between your thighs all the way up to the back of your throat. “Baby- mmf, fuck,” you mewl, squeezing her waist with your thighs, which earns you a harsh slap because it slows her down and she can’t have that. Almost as an apology she shifts to kiss you, licking into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to push into hers so she can suck on it.
The feeling is mind-numbing, and you whimper into her mouth, unable to do anything but take it, take her mouth, her dick, her treatment. She fucks at a relentless pace already, bullying your pussy and giving your clit enough attention to make you cry. The smell of sweat and sex fills the living room, your book layed neglected on a couch cushion, and the only thing you can hear is Cait groaning, muttering into your skin, and the steady plap, plap, plap sound of nasty sex. You can barely get a word in and when you do, she swallows it up greedily like it’s the only thing she's been craving. She fucks you like it’s the last chance she’ll get, like she’s been waiting, waiting to fuck you like this since the first time this morning some idiot made her jaw clench.
“Fuck, baby, such a good whore…love this pussy, sh’takes me so well, huh? Yeah, yeah…” Cait trails off somewhat breathlessly, burying her dick so deep it makes your eyes prick up and all you can do is gasp uselessly against her lips, overwhelmed by sensations and already feeling your tummy start to clench as your orgasm approaches. Your eyes flutter, and she hisses as your left hand finds her back, raking harsh, red lines into her pale skin. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t change pace. Just pants and growls into your ear, hitting that spot so deep inside you over, and over, and over, making that knot so impossibly tight you think you might cry.
Suddenly she changes the way she touches you, going from slow circles around your clit to fast, hard side-to-side motions. “Ah-..!” You squeal, nails digging further into her back, the unforgiving pace of it all making you writhe, making your body feel like it’s on fire. “Fuck, fuck, right there, fuck, Caittttcaitcaitcaitcait!” You babble, thighs shaking and pussy squeezing so tight around her. She groans your name with an almost predatory look in her eyes, moaning loudly when your release does come. She works you through it relentlessly, keeping up her bruising thrusts, working your clit till you stop shaking, till you moans becomes whines and then squeaks. At that point she shifts her weight, leaning over your body and pressing herself completely against you. She ruts into you, chasing her own release, teeth bared and drooling onto your shoulder, her fingers gripping onto your thigh and gripping it so hard it hurts.
“Take it, take it, take it, take it,” she repeats like a mantra, rutting into you every time she says the words. You can feel her dick twitch, pulse against your walls- and then with a heavy groan she cums, shaky hips pressed flush against yours. Even through your hazy mind you’re lucid enough to appreciate the way it fills you up, a warm, gooey feeling you can’t get anywhere else, from anyone else. She stays pressed up against you for a few seconds while you both catch your breath, before pulling out gingerly.
“Good girl,” she hums, pressing kisses up your shoulder to your neck, your cheeks, your mouth. She laps up any drool that wound up on your chin, hands running appreciatively over your twitchy body. “Took me so well. Such a pretty girl, hm?” One more kiss, “Sorry I spat on you.”
Vi singing The Giver by Chappell Roan at friend karaoke, smirking, acting smug and cocky, while Caitlyn sits and watches knowing that in a couple hours, Vi will be taking it like a taker
Tags: Sexual Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Angst, Power Dynamics
Summary:
Struggling with fitting into Caitlyn's new squad, Violet does her best to make friends. Nevertheless, it seems her coworkers see her as too dangerous to get close to. The commander notices something's up, and calls her girlfriend into her office for a pep talk (One of two fics written for #TopCaitlynWeek).
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“Heyyyy! It’s lunch o’clock. Wanna grab some grub?” Violet asked before accidentally sending a few pages of a report fluttering to the floor. Her newest coworker, Elowen, tried not to sigh too loud at the disruption.
“So sorry, but I’ll have to pass today. I told the commander I’d have this in before my shift ended,” the young enforcer half-heartedly apologized. “Maybe one of the others has some time?”
“Oh, sure. No worries. Next time!” She quickly grabbed the paper off the ground and set it crookedly back on the desk before moving on to her second choice. A young man who reminded her of Mylo if he had had the chance to grow up sat talking to someone she didn’t recognize.
Must be from a different department.
“Garrick! Why don’t you introduce me to your friend? Judging by the badge, I’d say you’re a trainee?”
The two looked at her like she was speaking a different language. “Uh, hey, Vi. This is Varren. He just stopped by so we could grab a bite to eat. We were just on our way out. See ya!” He scrambled to his feet and out the door before she even had a chance to invite herself.
“Have fun,” she whispered sarcastically. She’d been living in Piltover for a good six months now, but still couldn’t shake the feeling she’d never be able to truly fit in. When she and Caitlyn were at work, she really tried to keep her distance. Of course, it was no secret to anyone here that they were together. But the last thing either wanted was to be a constant source of office gossip.
Violet knew how hard her girlfriend had been working to atone for the destruction she had caused under Ambessa’s influence. Late at night when they lay in each other’s arms, Caitlyn would still try to apologize for the way she had acted toward her in those dark days. She’d always silence her with a kiss.
Now she had joined the department, Violet tried to occupy her thoughts with ways she could lighten the load for her. More often than not, she was home and in bed before the other woman could even say good night.
“Violet? Could I see you in my office for a moment?”
Her girlfriend's head snapped up at the sound of her voice. It was rare she spoke to her at work outside of meetings. As Violet passed the desk of the coworker who had supposedly been elbow-deep in work, she heard her mutter, “Must be nice when you’re fucking the boss.”
It took every ounce of her willpower not to confront her. One, because she already had plenty of enemies and did not need to cause a scene today, and two, because, well…she was absolutely right.
“Violet? I don’t have all day. Please don’t dawdle,” Caitlyn chastised from the doorway.
“Yeah, yeah. Heard you the first time,” she shot back before entering and closing the door behind her. “What’s up?”
Her girlfriend stood in front of her desk and leaned back, her arms crossed across her chest. “Alright. You’re not going back out there until you tell me what bug has crawled up your ass.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, cupcake. It’s all good. Just a bit of a slow day,” she stated while she toyed with one of the many random artifacts that sat on a table near where she stood. Afraid to meet her eyes lest she see through her with that piercing sapphire gaze, she turned her back to her as she strode over to where she kept an old framed family photo.
The room fell silent for a few moments before the clack of the other woman’s boots drew nearer. Suddenly, she felt Caitlyn’s arms wrap around her waist and her cheek warm against her back.
“I can’t help you if you won’t open up to me, love,” she murmured, her plea muffled by the fabric of Violet’s crisp uniform. “Please.”
Violet placed her calloused hand over her girlfriend’s. “You’ve got more than enough to deal with, commander. I thought we agreed it was for the best to keep these kinds of discussions at home.”
“Some things can’t wait. I can tell something isn’t right. Please…let me help.”
She heaved a sigh. Violet was supposed to be the strong one who let any and all opposition roll off her back. But she also knew keeping this bottled inside would only cause it to become a bigger problem down the road.
“I don’t belong here.”
Caitlyn spun her around with surprising force. “Like hell you don’t. Who told you that? I want a name.”
Violet couldn’t help but crack a smile. She was so cute when she went all protective on her. “Whoa, there. Calm down and I’ll explain. Maybe that’s not quite the vibe I’m getting. It’s more like…everyone seems overly cautious around me. Like if they try and get to know me it’ll cause issues. I heard Elowen make a crack about you and I…”
“Let me guess: That you were getting preferential treatment because we’re dating?”
“Not…quite those words, but yeah, close enough.”
Cupping her cheek, Caitlyn took a deep breath and then spoke to her seriously. “Look, we both knew this would happen. I only thought I’d be the one getting the brunt of it. As a leader, I need to command the respect of those who work under me. But as your boss and girlfriend, I’ve failed to create a balance of treating you as I would any of my employees while also being there for you when you need me the most. I think I could do a much better job of spending time with the other officers and you. Together. They can’t think I’m giving you preferential treatment if I make an effort to…”
Violet loved it when she was like this. When she was laser-focused on finding a solution that ensured no one was left out that she forgot to breathe between sentences. So she’d make her. Her plan of action was interrupted by a searing kiss.
Resting her forehead against hers, Violet responded, “I think that’s a great idea, cupcake. And I’ll continue to do what I can to prove I’m on this elite team not because I slept my way to the top, but because I care about our people. Pilties and Zaunites alike.”
Caitlyn shook her head. “You’re not going to win many friends here if you keep calling them that.”
Clearing her throat, Violet perfectly mimicked her girlfriend’s accent. “Ever so sorry, I meant Piltovans.” The two burst into laughter.
“Well now. Since we have that all figured out…tell me. How many of our team members are still out there?”
Violet cocked an eyebrow out of curiosity. “Garrick left with a buddy, and the rest of the team is all out on patrol. The only one still here is Elowen cuz she’s finishing up a report. Why?”
“Then maybe it’s time I reminded you just how much you do belong here. Perhaps over and over again,” Caitlyn teased as her arms encircled her lover’s neck. Violet pulled her closer by her hips.
“Oh? So, the commander does break the rules sometimes…”
“Sometimes,” she repeated before closing the remaining distance between them. Instantly she felt Violet melt into her, the stress of trying to keep up appearances finally dissipating. Caitlyn gently pushed her up against the wall of her office as her hands trailed to the hem of the other woman’s pants.
“Cait…you sure this is a good idea?” She panted.
“Stop overthinking it and just trust me, love,” she reassured her before shoving her hand into the waistband of her underwear. Violet’s moan was muffled by her girlfriend’s lips as she went in for another kiss, her fingers slipping inside of her at the same time. Mimicking the movements of her tongue in her mouth, Caitlyn swirled the other woman’s arousal around her pussy.
“I’m going to make you come however many times it takes to get you to forget your worries,” she murmured against Violet’s neck as she suckled the tender skin.
“Gods…Cait…”
The commander applied pressure to her clit, swiping in firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her girlfriend’s knees shook as she tried to brace herself for the force of the first orgasm as it washed over her.
Caitlyn didn’t stop. “Come now, you can take another…I know you can,” she encouraged in a breathy groan. Her fingers continued their assault, moving in practiced patterns she had learned over the time they’d been together.
“F-fuck…babe…” Vi closed her eyes, her head lolling back against the wall she struggled to support herself against. Cradling her girlfriend’s head against her chest she could feel the vibration of her laugh as she whispered words of encouragement.
“That’s right, dearest, come for me again…” As if on command, the other woman let out a whimper as she hit her peak a second time. She was starting to worry she might fall to the floor. “What say you to one more? I think you can handle it.”
“I really don’t think that’s a good- ohhhhhhh…”
———————
“Good talk, commander,” Violet announced a little too loudly as she exited Caitlyn’s office and gave a salute. She walked by her desk to collect her bag and then stopped by Elowen’s to offer a “See ya tomorrow, kid.”
A half-hour later, Caitlyn exited the room and locked up for the evening. She knew she had promised Violet she’d work harder to create an atmosphere of camaraderie, but she couldn’t resist. “Good night, Elowen…maybe if you focused more on your work instead of my relationship, you wouldn’t have to work through lunch. And dinner, apparently.”
The girl looked up from her paperwork, eyes wide with embarrassment. “I…oh, gods, commander, I…”
Caitlyn giggled. “I’m only teasing. But please…don’t give Violet any grief. She’s had enough for one lifetime. None of us can help who we fall for. Including you. I’ve seen the way you glance at Garrick,” she said with a wink. “Just tell him already.”
the lights go on, the music dies (i’m not the girl you’re taking home)
Cait x Vi, rated E
minors DNI
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62080483
“What do you want, dude? I’m kinda b—” Her eyes widen, and she clamps her mouth shut when she sees that the person in front of her is very much not a dude, but a very hot, dark-haired woman. The woman is several inches taller than her, so she lifts her head up and is met with a pair of ocean blue eyes that she immediately finds herself drowning in.
“I’m sorry, are you busy?” the woman asks, and Vi detects a very proper British sounding accent, and fuck, it’s somehow both adorable and sexy all at once. On closer inspection, her hair is a dark shade of blue—so dark it gives the appearance of being jet-black depending on how the light reflects off of it—and it’s meticulously pulled back with a few strands intentionally left out to frame her face and compliment her high cheekbones.
One thing is blatantly obvious: she is unquestionably a topsider, and a well-to-do one, at that.
“N-no, not at all. How can I do you?” The woman’s eyebrows raise, a smirk tugs at one of the corners of her mouth, and Vi feels her face flush from a mixture of embarrassment and sudden desire. She’s mortified, because obviously she’d meant to say either ‘what can I do for you’ or ‘how can I help you,’ and somehow they got mashed up to ask something very different. But she’s also inexplicably turned on, her mind flashing to images of what that mouth with a sexy little smirk on it could do to her.
She clears her throat and offers a roguish smile, scraping together as much confidence as she can as she goes to correct herself. “Sorry. I mean, how can I help you, Cupcake?” She figures she needs to be extra self-assured—verging on cocky, even—to make up for her previous lack of cool.
The woman’s eyes sparkle with amusement, but she gives a very run of the mill response instead of the one that must be brewing inside her brain. “Do you take requests?”
“Um, yeah of course. What would you like?” The woman’s smirk spreads into a grin, and she names the song, which Vi only half pays attention to, too distracted by how her stomach feels like a kaleidoscope of butterflies has been let loose inside. Because the woman was beautiful before, but with the way she’s smiling now she’s fucking breathtaking.
Summary: After a long day, Caitlyn and Vi resolve their sexual needs. The best part is that Vi wants it hard and from behind, and Caitlyn serves her just like she deserves (with that hexstrap).
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