#caitlyn arcane

[kingprincesscait]

[mynnvx]

the party ended 5 months ago and i’m still here

[oxi2cin]

part 2 with caitvi hugging/kissing each other instead of their plushies this time

lowkey obsessed with drawing them smiling and happy, my pookies :(

part 1

[rinthecap]

I'm sick *cough cough*

[batstronaut]

soulmates 💜

[lithiumlocket]

People on my insta Caitvi gif were commenting Catlyn so I felt inspired to make this

Happy endings for everyone!!!!! 🫶💛

[kirammansbow]

[avyc02]

Blue thing red thing. (This meme has grown a bit predictable…)

[sylairaa]

color study but make it caitvi wedding !!

[kingprincesscait]

[cilegaten]

giggles after sex.

[oxi2cin]

part 1 / part 2

[cherry-coffees]

cat hybrid!Caitlyn x bunny hybrid!reader hcs ♡

hybrid!Caitlyn has the cutest cat ears. When she's stressed after coming home from a long council meeting, you sit beside her on the couch and immediately reach up to scratch behind her ears. She goes limp, her whole body relaxing as her eyes slip shut. Her ears and tail are sensitive; thus, she only allows you to touch them.

hybrid!Caitlyn whose senses are enhanced like a cat's. She pulls you into her arms after you get out of the shower, burying her nose into your hair to inhale the scent of your shampoo. Anytime you get up in the middle of the night, detangling yourself from her arms so that you can go to the bathroom, her ears twitch faintly. It's like, even when she's asleep, her senses are attuned to your every movement.

hybrid!Caitlyn who is possessive. She's a cat, after all – they're naturally possessive creatures. She's always been a little possessive, especially growing up as an only child from a prestigious family. She's used to getting what she wants, and you are no exception. When she's able to get free days off of work, the two of you go out into Piltover for cute dates. Make no mistake: her touches are subtle, but they're claiming. She settles a hand on your waist as you walk, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you browse through the aisles of a shop. She'll praise you when you try on a new outfit, turning you this way and that to fully appreciate you. Hugs you from behind – just in case anyone in the dressing room has any questions as to who you belong to. She's just being safe.

hybrid!Caitlyn whose tail has a mind of its own. She curls it around you waist when you're standing beside her, and she doesn't even notice when you sit beside her and her tail wraps around your thigh instinctually. It constantly betrays her emotions, too, swishing behind her when she's annoyed. Her ears pin down to her head and her tail tenses when she's on edge, occasionally pulling giggles from you because gods she's just so cute.

hybrid!Caitlyn who has the same nature of a cat. She doesn't trust easily, but she's extremely loyal towards the few people that have earned her affections. Namely, you. Caitlyn Kiramman is not a clingy person, but she's can't help herself when she's around you. She calls you into her office when she's working from home just so she can pull you into her lap and kiss your shoulder. "Just wanted to hold you," she murmurs, and as she continues to shuffle through papers, you swear that you hear the faintest purr rumbling in her chest.

hybrid!Caitlyn who used to be embarrassed of her purring. She only purrs when she's content and blissful, but she claims it ruins her properly composed image that she presents to the entirety of Piltover. The first time she purrs in front of you, it's the first time you fall asleep together. You're both tangled in the silky sheets of her king-sized bed, exhausted from the intimate activities that had just taken place. When your head lands against her chest, she can't help the purr that rumbles in her chest, though she immediately clamps her hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to muffle it. But when you sigh in contentment, murmuring something about how you like when she purrs, her embarrassment seems to melt away. From then on, she purrs loudly whenever the two of you are alone and she has you in her arms. She just can't help it.

hybrid!Caitlyn who loves that you're a bunny hybrid. Your floppy ears are the cutest, and her touch is achingly gentle when she traces a single finger over the soft fur. She loves to leave soft kisses behind them – if only to see you squirm. Sometimes, you'll tie soft ribbons around your ears, and Caitlyn can't help but tug on them affectionately throughout the day.

hybrid!Caitlyn who understands that, being a bunny hybrid, you're easily anxious. You just feel things a little more deeply, and it's something that she adores about you. Though, she knows that it's not always fun for you. When you come back home with furrowed eyebrows, shifting on your feet anxiously, Caitlyn easily scoops you up and cradles you in her arms. She doesn't speak at first, gently purring as you lay your head against her chest, letting you feel the soft rumble that always seems to soothe you. "Are you okay, darling?" she murmurs, tracing a hand up and down your back. "Why don't I make you some tea, and then we can talk about your day when you're ready."

hybrid!Caitlyn who cares a lot if you have other scents on you. Since bunnies are prey animals, scents tend to rub off more easily on you, meaning that you often come home smelling like wherever you've been. Occasionally, if you've been hanging out with one of your friends, their personal scent rubs off on you. Caitlyn can smell if you've been hugging your friends, and she doesn't like it. She likes your friends, make no mistake. It's just that, in her mind, you're hers. Her bunny, her mate. So, when you come home smelling like someone that isn't her, she's gently rubbing her face, ears, and tail against your skin. She trails open-mouthed kisses down your throat, leaving a reddening mark that will show anyone and everyone exactly who your mate is.

hybrid!Caitlyn loves showing you off to her friends. Her inner cat preens when you politely introduce yourself, and she stands behind you so she can rest her hands on your shoulders. As if to say: "look, this is my bunny. Isn't she cute?"

hybrid!Caitlyn swears that, one day, you'll have your own little kittens and bunnies around. Gods, would she love to see you with her little ones. She's not picky, though. As long as you're hers for the rest of eternity, she'll be a happy kitty.

Needed a week to recover from Head Over Heels being so long T-T but we're back with some hcs!! I want to write kpop idol!Caitlyn next but I'm a bit worried that no one will read it sooo lmk if anyone is interested!

~Cherry 🍒

[ahhgaypanic]

Came across this art yesterday… and… well, this happened.

Venom & Honey

18+ MDNI-

no warnings really, other than sesbian lex.

The skin behind Caitlyn’s ears tingled. Her jaw set on edge as the thought occurred to her that she knew what those hip bones felt like under the slow, teasing scrape of her teeth. Followed by the healing brush of her lips.

Like they craved that feeling now in its absence. The feeling of her teeth dragging over velvet wrapped bone, fidgeting fingers sliding into her hair, shaky breaths sucked sharply through clinched teeth.

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The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, the soft glow illuminating the room as Caitlyn stretched below the sheets. She reveled in the sweet warm pull of her muscles, her long legs bare against the soft material, her eyes slowly blinking open.

Saturday.

She inhaled a deep yawn, that came out as a sigh of relief.

No plans. No itineraries. no obligations.

She reached for her phone on the night stand and tapped the screen.

7:43am.

She ignored the endless scroll of notifications and instead turned her phone face down back onto the wooden table.

Life had seemingly been nonstop lately. Work, meetings, conferences. But today there was nothing— the first day in what felt like months that they had agreed to just ignore everything else.

She felt the faint brush of warmth against her back and she turned to look over her shoulder.

Vi’s still sleeping form was sprawled behind her, little puffs of breath escaping through her slightly parted lips, wild pink hair fanning the pillow.

The usual crease of tension between her brows wasn’t there, and in the soft glow of the morning light, she looked so… soft.

Caitlyn’s eyes followed the soft curve of her cheeks, down the gentle slope of her neck to her collar bones that disappeared beneath the thin material of her tank top.

Caitlyn rolled to face her, her movements careful. Though she knew it would take more than a gentle shift on the mattress to disturb her.

There were deep sleepers— and then there was Vi.

Vi slept like the dead.

Her eyelids fluttered as she dreamed, long eyelashes brushing her cheeks, and Caitlyn reached up and ghosted her fingertips along her jaw. To no surprise, her skin was just as soft as it looked. Caitlyn pushed a few strands of pink off her forehead, letting her touch trail down the long tendons of her neck, feeling the heat radiating from just under the skin.

She would never be able to put into words the pull that this woman had on her. Even now, in her blissfully unaware state, Caitlyn had to fight the urge to pepper kisses across the smattering of freckles that dotted her cheeks. She knew, from countless mornings of having done just that, that Vi would simply stir, her heavily lidded eyes fluttering open lazily for a moment before locking on hers and then wrapping a strong arm around Caitlyns waist and pulling her into her awaiting warmth.

And god, how she wanted that— but not yet.

She let her fingers trace across the broad plane of her chest and shoulders, the tension and strength that normally resided there was soft and dormant in the way that only comes from the peace of sleep.

As she lie there beside her, her hands gently mapping out every curve, every muscle and vein and tendon, she felt an all too familiar ache flair in her chest. She’d felt it so many times before as she lay awake and watched Vi sleep. Her mind had worked it over endlessly until she’d finally come to realize that it was the deep, dull ache of reverence. Wanting to pull her own heart out of her chest and lay it bare for the woman in front of her. Wanting to lay herself open in hopes that the receiver would pick her apart and take the things from her that she most desperately needed, just to ensure her happiness.

Take her eyes, in hopes that she could see herself through them.

Take her heart, because it had always belonged to her anyway.

Caitlyn dipped her head and pressed a soft kiss into the skin of Vi’s shoulder. She felt her fingers twitch under the sheets, and she traced her fingers down the inside of Vi’s forearm, down to her wrist. She could feel the soft blue veins that webbed and pulsed with each beat of her heart. She carefully entwined their fingers. Vi’s long, calloused ones sliding effortlessly and lax between hers. She slowly brought their hands up and pressed her lips to Vi’s knuckles. She could feel the textured skin of her scars as she smoothed her lips over them. Willed them to fade and to erase themselves from existence.

She would give her own hands if it meant Vi would never have to use hers in defense ever again.

She felt sleepy fingers twitch and flex against hers again.

Eyelashes fluttered as a quiet mumble melted into a sigh, the grip of sleep keeping its hold. Caitlyn felt the corner of her lips tug into a soft smile, her lips still pressed against battered skin.

She’d watched these hands beat and pummel and bruise and bleed. But they were also the most gentle hands she’d ever known. Holding and touching her with a care she’d never thought possible. Like she was merely pieces of a whole held together with the threat of crumbling at the slightest fumble. The glide of them over her skin sending static to every minuscule nerve ending that threaded through her extremities. The pins and needles that engulfed her as if her soul itself had been numb and starved of circulation until Vi had touched her.

The tender feathering of fingertips against her cheeks.

Long slender fingers gripping her hips, holding their bodies so close together they threatened to meld into a cingular existence.

Threading into her hair and pulling her head back to bare her throat to hungry lips and teeth and tongue.

Caitlyn felt the shudder run up her spine as heat bloomed in her chest at the thought.

Her eyes instinctively fell on Vi’s lips. The scar that cut through her top lip contrasted by the morning glow that crept through the window— seeping into the darkness that still inhabited the corners of the room.

She ached to feel them against hers, that full bottom lip that was now pursed in something close to a pout, eyebrows pinched together as her body was tugged between slumber and consciousness— sleep still the stronger of the two.

Lips that could seemingly produce venom and honey both— depending on the intended target.

Caitlyn always found herself in the crosshairs of the latter. Whispered words against the shell of her ear before teeth teased at her ear lobe. Feeling hands that were not her own snaking and exploring and gripping and teasing.

Another shudder.

She unlaced their fingers, carefully placing Vi’s hands back under the edge of the covers, into the warmth and safety of their cocoon.

She caught a glimpse of bare skin, a small hip bone exposed where Vi’s tank-top had ridden up in the night, the arch of it dipping down and disappearing beneath the elastic waistband of her underwear.

The skin behind Caitlyn’s ears tingled. Her jaw set on edge as the thought occurred to her that she knew what those hip bones felt like under the slow, teasing scrape of her teeth. Followed by the healing brush of her lips.

Like they craved that feeling now in its absence. The feeling of her teeth dragging over velvet wrapped bone, fidgeting fingers sliding into her hair, shaky breaths sucked sharply through clinched teeth.

Looking up through her lashes and locking onto and into those half lidded blue eyes. So light they shone a stormy silver grey, pupils blown wide with want. Hunger.

The same hunger that began to toy at the edges of Caitlyn’s thoughts now.

She wasn’t sure when she’d started tracing her fingers along the exposed skin, the action apparently subconscious. The pads of her fingertips trailing over the smooth plane of skin between the swell of hips on either side— dipping just below the elastic band, but only for a second. For a breath.

Caitlyn felt the heat in her chest spread and settle lower as the muscles under her fingers twitched involuntarily. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, working it as her fingers made another pass.

Vi shifted slightly beside her. Just a fraction and Caitlyn fought against the thought of waking her up with her lips taking the place of where her fingers explored now.

Her fingers slowly traced back along their original path, dipping once again just under the elastic.

Again, the faint flutter of muscles just under the skin.

A low, throaty sound rumbled up from Vi’s chest as she shifted beside her, her hips and back arching up as she eased into a stretch beneath the blankets, long and lean limbs tensing through the burn of that first good stretch after sleep.

Her eyes took her in, reveling in the way her skin shifted and moved of its own accord. The deep lines and contours of her muscles rippling over her frame.

Caitlyn suddenly found her mouth dry. She swallowed.

When Vi’s arm settled again, it did so on the other side of Caitlyn, her hand finding its place in the dip of her lower back.

She felt sleepy fingers work her own tank top up, searching for the bare skin beneath it.

She looked up to the silver-blue irises that peeked out from under heavy eyelids, blinking away the intrusive light of the early morning. To the slow, easy smile that graced her scarred lips when they focused on her.

Another rumble.

“Mmm… mornin’ cupcake.” Her voice was low and gravelly, half whisper, as if her voice was still trapped in her throat.

Caitlyn smiled down at her, her fingers making another pass across the soft skin of her hips. The matching caress across the skin her lower back.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Vi’s lips— still warm and pliant and lazy from sleep.

A satisfied hum vibrated up from Vi’s chest and that familiar static thrummed to life, warm sparks skittering down the back of Caitlyn’s neck.

She felt Vi’s other hand come up from where it had rested warmly under the blankets, her palm cupping Caitlyn’s cheek before drifting back into the hair at the nape of her neck.

The kiss was slow and soft, their lips melting together lazily, Vi’s arm still heavy as Caitlyn felt her fingers trail out of her hair and down the side of her neck.

Caitlyn pulled away a fraction, her lips brushing Vi’s as she spoke.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you sleep.” She whispered into the space between them. And Vi answered with another soft smile and a small shake of her head, pulling Caitlyn back for another quick kiss.

“What time is it?” She asked, casting a quick glance towards the window, then back to where her on phone rested on her side table. She had the quick thought of grabbing it, but then decided she didn’t care enough to remove herself from Caitlyn’s warmth.

“Close to eight by now. Still early.” Caitlyn said softly, her fingers resuming in their path from one of Vi’s hips to the other. She allowed them to dip a bit lower on the second pass, her pinky slipping down under Vi’s waistband once again, before continuing slowly onto where her hip disappeared beneath the same material.

She fought with the attempt to keep it innocent— she really did. But then she watched as Vi’s head lulled to the side, and those stormy grey eyes locked onto hers. A twitch of one of Vi’s eyebrows, so small that it could’ve probably been played off as her her imagination, and Caitlyn found her eyes dropping back down to Vi’s lips.

She felt the twitch of Vi’s fingers on her back, as one side of her mouth toyed up in a half smirk.

“Don’t do that…” Caitlyn said, her fingers trailing across and dipping again, ever so slightly lower, until she curved them around Vi’s hip and squeezed. It was soft pressure, meant as a warning, though it came across as just as much of a plea.

“Do what?” Vi’s eyes were a shade darker now, though both of her eyebrows were raised in mock innocence.

“Look at me with those eyes.” Caitlyn said, voice dropping just a fraction lower as her fingers made another pass.

Vi’s lips quirked up again, and Caitlyn watched as her eyes dropped to Caitlyn’s mouth.

“Well, they’re the only ones I got.” And she smiled just enough that Caitlyn could see the small glint of white teeth peeking out from under that damn scar.

She had been so preoccupied with the skin beneath her fingers— feeling the muscles contract there as Vi angled upwards— that she didn’t notice the hand sliding further up her back.

She didn’t notice it until it tangled into her hair and their lips crashed together.

Caitlyn felt the air rush out of her lungs as their lips parted and crashed again, the push and pull of their mouths making her head spin.

Vi was on her side now, her free arm snaking around and under Caitlyn’s shirt, needy fingers splaying and pulling their bodies flush against each other.

Caitlyn responded by running her tongue along Vi’s bottom lip, her hand coming up to to drape over her shoulder, threading her fingers through her hair, nails dragging along her scalp.

She felt the shudder that Vi tried her best to suppress and it only fanned the fire that now burned rampantly in her gut.

When Vi’s tongue came out to meet hers, she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat, and she felt the hand that had held steady against her back slide down, over the swell of her ass, to the back of her thigh.

Vi pulled, drawing Caitlyn’s leg up to hitch over her hip, as their tongues swirled and tasted and teased.

A mischievous smile played on Caitlyn’s lips as she pulled away, relishing in how Vi’s lips blindly followed hers before falling into a pout, her eyes flashing open, searching her face for an explanation.

The look of confusion that played across her face only had a chance to exist for a quick moment before Caitlyn used her leg’s placement to her advantage— pushing against Vi’s shoulder, simultaneously rolling her onto her back and at the same time, pulling herself up and over her to straddle her hips.

When Caitlyn settled her weight against her, the pouting gaze in Vi’s eyes was replaced with something else entirely.

Her breath caught in her throat the moment the realization crossed Vi’s face that she could feel the burning heat between Caitlyn’s thighs pressed right above her own, separated only by two thin layers of cotton.

Strong fingers gripped her thighs, and she felt Vi’s hips roll up ever so slightly against her.

She leaned forward slowly, bracing herself with a hand on either side of Vi’s head, before ghosting her lips across hers teasingly. Vi lifted her head to try meet them fully, but Caitlyn pulled back, watching Vi’s lips chase hers again. Her stomach fluttered as the fingers on her thighs tightened, and she watched the muscles in Vi’s jaw flex.

She grinned slyly down at her and could see the hungry eyes searching her face. They burned into hers before flicking down to her lips again.

When Caitlyn leaned in again, she avoided Vi’s mouth completely, placing a soft kiss to the side of her jaw, and leaving a trail of them down the side of her face.

It was only when she teased the side of her neck with her teeth, that she felt the shaky breath she sucked in through her teeth. Vi’s grip faltering slightly before increasing in pressure and pulling Caitlyn’s heat against her again. Her hips rolled up against her, yearning for friction. For anything.

Caitlyn smiled, rolling down against her in return as she dragged her lips back along Vi’s jaw, ghosting them over her mouth once more as she sat up straight.

The rise and fall of Vi’s chest with each shaky breath didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the flush of her cheeks, and Caitlyn fought to suppress the satisfied smirk at knowing that the growing heat— the fire that threatened to burn her alive from the inside out— was not one sided.

She grabbed the loose hem of her tank top and pulled it slowly up, exposing her hips and waist first, then the long lean expanse of her toned torso, and finally her breast. Vi’s eyes had followed her hands, watching them shed the shirt and toss it away before letting them take in the sight above her.

Her gaze drank her in, and Caitlyn could damn near feel everywhere that Vi’s eyes touched. Her grip had loosened on her thighs, having been completely disarmed and she slowly rose off the pillow to sit upright beneath her. The fingers of her left hand now trailed lightly up Caitlyn’s side, following the path her eyes took, her thumbs stroking the sides of her stomach as they moved slowly, like they were mapping out every curve, every dip.

She pressed her lips to Caitlyn’s sternum, kissing a trail across as Caitlyn’s hands slid into her hair, tugging slightly as Vi teased one of her nipples between her lips, teasing her with the tip of her tongue. It was Caitlyn’s turn to suck in a sharp breath, her hips grinding down against Vi. She arched into her, craving more contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” She felt Vi whisper between kisses, her lips back against her sternum, moving up to her collarbones.

Caitlyn used the hand that was wrapped in her hair to pull and tilt her head back, dragging her mouth back to hers, her tongue dipping immediately into her mouth as she rocked her hips again. Vi’s tongue met hers hungrily and the hot slick feeling of it against hers made her feel like she was about to come apart right then and there.

The dull ache between her legs had grown into a throbbing heat, and Caitlyn’s thighs bracketing hers left her spread open and exposed. So when she felt Vi’s fingers brush against her through her underwear, she moaned into her mouth.

Vi’s fingers stroked against her slowly, teasingly, no doubt being able to feel how wet she was, even through the thin material. It was Caitlyn’s turn to grit her teeth.

But when Vi slipped one finger around the barrier, and dragged it through Caitlyn’s wet folds, their moans mingled in the space between their lips, breaths panting against the others.

Vi dipped teasingly into her entrance, then slid up to circle her clit with the pad of her finger. Once. Twice. Her finger dipped again, slipping just barely into Caitlyn’s slick before circling her clit again and again.

“—fffuck.” Caitlyn breathed into the side of her neck, rolling her hips in time with Vi’s fingers. She felt her insides contract around nothing, and just as if Vi herself could feel it too, she slid that same finger up into Caitlyn, this time to the knuckle. Caitlyn’s hips bucked against her palm, and she shuddered as Vi worked her finger in and out of her. Then she added another and curled them, hitting the spot that made Caitlyn see stars behind her closed eyelids.

She could feel her climax building rapidly, as Vi continued to work her with her fingers and she fought against it.

She wasn’t letting herself get there, not yet.

Her nails dug into the muscles that rippled down Vi’s back with every movement of her arm, trying to find purchase.

She craved to feel her, to hear her come apart. To make her feel the things that she was making her feel.

She slid her hand up under Vi’s jaw, her fingers finding themselves on either side of her throat, as she lifted her lips to hers once again.

Vi’s pulse pounded beneath her thumb, as she devoured her mouth, her other hand sliding down between them. She felt Vi’s gasp in her mouth as her fingers dipped under the elastic of her underwear, her fingers finding how utterly wrecked she was.

This time it was Caitlyn that smiled against Vi’s lips, her fingers sliding down into her wetness and pressing into her with two slender fingers.

Caitlyn pulled away and looked down at the woman below her— her kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, flushed chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut, brow creased as she felt Caitlyn slide her fingers out and begin to circle her clit in slow circles.

She was fucking beautiful.

Her heart lept into her throat as Vi’s eyes opened and locked with hers, and the sight alone was almost enough to push Caitlyn over the edge.

She felt the telling tremble in Vi’s free hand as it came up to cup her face, and when their lips met again, the kiss was deep and slow. Their tongues dipping into each other’s mouths, sliding against the others in a way that heightened their senses, setting every nerve alight.

They were a tangle of trembling limbs and exploring tongues and shared moans as they both crept closer to the point of no return.

Vi’s fingers curled into Caitlyn again, and Caitlyn responded in kind. She felt Vi flutter around her fingers, pulling her deeper and she finally stopped fighting her own climax, knowing that Vi would be falling apart with her.

Vi moaned into her mouth as her hips jerked up against her, and curled her fingers into Caitlyn two more times before Caitlyn was falling apart above her. Joining her as the waves of their orgasms washed over them, leaving them trembling and panting, still tangled in each other.

Vi collapsed back against the pillows, her hair clinging to the tiny beads of sweat across her forehead. Caitlyn followed her, pressing her lips to her shoulder and tasting the salt on her lips, before pressing a soft kiss on Vi’s bottom lip.

She felt the satisfied hum rumble up from Vi’s throat as she pushed Caitlyn’s hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering and trailing down her jaw before placing another soft kiss to her lips.

As Caitlyn rolled to lay against her side, Vi’s strong arm coming around trace lazy circles on her now bare back, she made a mental note to clear their schedules more often.

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Thanks for reading ❤️

#ineedagf

By cutegirlsart on X

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x05 - "Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy" ↳ Unbelievable. I didn't break you out of jail to eat… slop."