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tall n' sweet 💋

He's everywhere.

why tf does my drawing look so crooked 💀💀💀

(just re-creating an old drawing from 2020)

Love, Sweat, and Queers

gym!Caitlyn x pilates princess!reader

cw: 2.6K words | gym AU, meant to be s2 act 2 Caitlyn, hints of sun x moon dynamic, reader is a cute pilates princess, she also works there, Caitlyn does NOT want to be there, then she meets you and it's allll better, Caitlyn/Jayce sibling dynamic, mutual pining, confessions, title is like blood/sweat/tears but WLW VER.

"You can't be serious, Jayce." Caitlyn scoffs at him.

She strides into the gym as if she's annoyed to be in the presence of sweaty strangers and loud machines. Which she is. She has no issue with public gyms, but she just can't understand why she would go to one when she has all the exercise equipment she could ever ask for at the Kiramman manor.

"Oh, relax," Jayce rolls his eyes in response. "I didn't want to go alone. Besides, you need to get out of that house every so often."

"What?" Caitlyn huffs, her posh accent prominent in her indignation. "I get out quite enough, thank you."

Jayce has a point, though, and she knows it. She's been locked up in her office ever since her mother's death — ever since Ambessa had come into the picture. She needs to get out of her office, even if it's to a gym that she has no reason to go to. Now, having broken up with Maddie a few weeks ago, she also needs to be surrounded by people other than the Noxian warlord on her shoulder.

"Cait," Jayce sighs, swinging the main door open and gesturing for her to walk through first. "Just trust me, okay?" And with that, he enters behind her and makes his way up to the front desk.

The front desk where you are sitting.

"Hi," you smile, all bright eyes and cheerful tone. "Go ahead and swipe your membership card on the scanner in front of you."

Jayce swipes his card, returning your smile. "I have a guest with me, today."

"Okay," you nod, typing something into the computer that sits on the desk in front of you. "How many?"

"Just one."

"Perfect," you hum, grabbing the receipt as it prints out and sliding it across the desk along with a pen. "We do have a small fee for each member that brings a guest, so if you'll just sign here. Is she a first time guest?"

Jayce taps Caitlyn's shoulder, motioning her forward from where she had been looking around the building. "Yes, she is."

"Oh, hi," you beam another smile as her eyes lock onto yours for the first time. "I'll just need you to fill out a form so we can make sure we have your information."

"Ah—" Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat. The way you're beaming up at her, so sweetly that it's almost innocent, steals the words from her lips. You're really cute, she notices. "Okay, sure."

You reach under the desk to grab a form before handing it to her over the desk. "Just fill this out and then you're all good to use the gym."

Caitlyn merely nods, forcing herself to not glance back up at you as she answers the questions on the paper. She's done in a minute or two, sliding the form back to you, earning yet another smile. "Perfect, you're all set," you tuck the form into one of the drawers in a cabinet under the desk.

"Thank you—" Caitlyn trails off, lacking your name.

"Of course!" You glance between her and Jayce. "Let me know if you have any questions."

"Yeah," Caitlyn responds, almost dazed as she follow Jayce away from the desk and fully into the gym. The moment Jayce heads off for the leg extension curl up machine, she's right beside him. "Who is that?" she whisper-shouts: enough to be audible in the loud building without being overheard.

"Her?" Jayce sets his water bottle down, stating your name like it's obvious. "She works at the front desk a few nights a week. Don't think she lifts much, but I've seen her doing pilates sometimes."

"Is that so?" Caitlyn murmurs to herself, casting a sidelong glance back at you. She doesn't notice Jayce as he begins to work out, too preoccupied with thoughts of meeting you again. Preferably when you're not checking her into a gym she doesn't want to be at.

Well. She didn't want to be at. That's quickly changing — whether she wants to admit it or not.

|------» ~~~ «------|

Caitlyn's back at gym the next day.

This time, she's here alone. She strolls in through the main doors with an almost aloof expression: her face betraying none of her nerves. She's all dressed in her expensive navy leggings with a loose, white tank top clinging to her tall stature. She heads straight for the front desk, her eyes locked on you.

You glance up from your phone as she approaches. "Oh, hi! Are you here with Jayce again?"

"Actually, I'm here alone," Caitlyn's icy-blue stare doesn't waver. "I was hoping to get a membership?"

"Oh!" Your smile feels like beams of warmth, like if the sun itself decided to smile upon Caitlyn. "Sure, I can help you with that! Do you know which plan you'd like? They have different perks, but they also cost differently, and—"

Caitlyn doesn't really hear what you say, too focused on the slight movement of your hair and the change in your expression as you talk. She blinks back into reality when you tilt your head questioningly, as if expecting an answer. "Um," she mumbles. "I'll do the top one."

"Okay," you type something into her computer, and Caitlyn tracks the movement of your fingers tapping across the keys. As the Kiramman heir, she's beyond rich, but she's also classy with it. She wasn't going to spend her money on something she'd never use.

A membership at the gym her now-crush works at, though? She can make an exception.

"Okay, now just a few questions," you click something, then shift your gaze back to her.

When Caitlyn nods, you resume. "Well, I would ask your name, but—" you cut yourself off, cheeks tinging a rosy pink.

"Oh," Caitlyn blinks, suddenly remembering that everyone in Piltover knows her name. Especially now, with her being a commander: earning the legacy passed on to her by the recently deceased Cassandra Kiramman. She takes in your blush with a hint of hope, though she remains her usual composed self. "Yes. Are there any others?"

You rattle off a few more of the usual questions before you motion for her to swipe her card. She does without a second thought, and you can't help but briefly wonder what someone of her status is doing at a public gym in the middle of Piltover. Surely someone of a commander status — especially with her wealth — has more than enough for their own private training areas. Why is she here?

"Thanks," Caitlyn flashes you a smile of her own, and you're a little embarrassed to register how it makes your heart flip. She must give it to all the Piltover citizens, you remind yourself. It's practiced for the public.

"Of course," you maintain your cheerful demeanor. That marks the end of this conversation, or so you think.

Instead, Caitlyn lingers, taking more time in front of the desk than she needs. "So, what do you like to do here?

You look up at her again, surprised that she hasn't disappeared into the depths of the gym yet. "How do I...work out?"

"Um, yeah," she mumbles, scratching at the tiled floor with the tip of her shoe. "It's only my second time here, so I'm looking for recommendations, you know?"

"Right," you consider. "I usually stick to pilates. I know it's a little cliché since it's super popular, but I really like it."

"I don't think it's cliché," Caitlyn's quick to reassure you. Gods, the last thing she needs is you thinking you can't share your hobbies with her. "Maybe I'll try it sometime."

You think for a moment, as if mentally going through your schedule in your head. "I usually do it on Mondays and Thursdays, so I don't know about the other days, but there's usually not as many people wanting to do it those evenings."

Aha.

You just explained what Caityn had wanted to know since she stepped foot in the gym and saw you. Monday and Thursday evenings. Not as specific as she'd have liked, but still far more information than she ever expected to get. She would just have to be sure she caught you at the right time.

|------» ~~~ «------|

For the next week, you catch sight of Caitlyn coming into the gym nearly every day you're working. She's always dressed in expensive workout clothes with what you're sure is the finest quality fabric, casually gracing your presence at the front desk before heading off to work out. Her tops always exposed her toned arms, and they occasionally lifted from her stomach to showcase her abs, and gods, is the universe trying to kill you by giving you the hottest women to ogle at while you're supposed to be working?

It doesn't take long, though, for you to run into her in a far more casual setting.

You're in one of the gym's studios — off of work today. You lay back on the mats, stretching out your right leg for one of your stretches to cool down from your pilates workout. You roll over to do your next exercise, pushing yourself off the mat, facing the mirror in a side plank. Your gaze is downcast in concentration, so don't notice the hint of navy hair that flashes in the doorway before a familiar face appears.

Caitlyn watches you exercise from just outside the studio door. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of your legs and backside in your leggings. You're wearing a cute, blush pink workout set that hugs all your curves in just the right ways, much to her appreciation. You're a cute little pilates princess, and she loves it.

And oh, how she'd love to run her hands over your body and—

After a minute passes, you lower yourself back onto the mat, happening to glance up at the mirror and catch sight of Caitlyn's reflection. "Hey, Caitlyn," you smile at her in the mirror. "Did you want to use the studio?"

"Oh, no," Caitlyn rushes her words, stepping into the space before letting the door close. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was—" she fumbles for a moment before regaining her usual composure. "Would you mind teaching me some stretches? I feel like I need more before I work out."

"Sure," you blink, a little surprised that the Caitlyn Kiramman is not only regularly visiting the gym you work at, but now also asking you for help. "I was just finishing up, anyways."

You sit up straight, crossing your legs on the mat in front of you and turning your back to the side as far as your flexibility will allow you. Caitlyn sets her bag down and joins you on the mat, mirroring your actions. "I like this one for stretching my back, but I also like to do lunges for my legs," you continue to explain.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, continues to hyper fixate on how kind you are to help her with whatever she needs — even when you're not working. She notices how your eyes narrow when you're focused, how you carefully position yourself for the next exercise, how pretty your cheeks look when they're a little flushed.

The next few minutes go by with Caitlyn quickly picking up every stretch you teach her. It's not surprising: she's toned and athletic both from her years of sharpshooting and the training she does now as a commander. She completes the stretches with ease, her body moving languidly like a cat's. And, in return, you can't help but notice how good she looks like this, too.

When you call it, standing to clean the mat with a wipe and roll it back up, Caitlyn stands right along with you. Her dark eyebrows furrow, trying to figure out how she can make this moment with you last even longer. As you bend to pick up your bag and water bottle, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn, eyes widened, to see Caitlyn shifting on her feet. "Hey," she murmurs. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? If you haven't already eaten, that is."

"You—" You freeze, unsure if this is some kind of joke or misunderstanding. "You want to have dinner with me?"

"Yes, with you," Caitlyn smiles down at you. She's much warmer under that professional, stoic demeanor she always puts up. "I've grown quite fond of you."

"Thank you," you mumble, your eyes darting between hers and your shoes as an act of sudden shyness. "Yeah, dinner sounds nice."

"Take it as my way of asking you out," Caitlyn's long fingers brush yours. You wish she'd hurry up already and just hold your hand, but she's taking her time — that much is clear. Respectful: yet another thing you like about her.

You fluster even more at her comment, almost disbelieving. "Asking me out?"

"Yes," Caitlyn tilts her head, icy eyes imploring yours in curiosity. "You haven't figured that out? I feared I was being too obvious about my infatuation."

This draws a quiet laugh from you, amusement spilling from your lips. Only Caitlyn Kiramman could manage to sound so properly formal and also be so endearingly unsure at the same time. "Well, I was probably too worried about my feelings to notice yours."

Caitlyn blinks once. Then twice. "You like me too?"

There's a moment of quiet after that, both of you just staring at each other in realization. Then, another giggle spills from your lips at the absurdity of it all, and Caitlyn's joining you in her own laughter within moments. "We might be a little dense," you smile, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Caitlyn's gaze traces the movement of your lip between your teeth, wishing she could remove your bite and replace it with hers instead. "Ah, well," she returns your sheepish smile, a hand coming up to tuck strands of navy hair behind her ear. "If being dense got me here, I'll gladly admit to it."

"Me too." You're the one that reaches out this time, taking her hand to lace her fingers with yours. "So, dinner?"

"And maybe dessert," Caitlyn mumbles under her breath as she lets you tug her out of the studio hand-in-hand. She just can't help her intrusive thoughts, sometimes.

But if her intrusive thoughts had landed her a date with you, she'd gladly admit to that, too.

|------» ~~~ «------|

A week later, when you're spawled out in her silk sheets with pink cheeks and heavy breaths, Caitlyn curls up beside you. Your legs tangle together, and it's a moment of pure bliss after your previously heated moments.

You're just about to drift off into a deep sleep when Caitlyn buries her face in your hair. "So, now that I won you over," she mumbles. "Can you cancel my gym membership?"

"Wha—?" You reel from the sudden request, incredulous how she could talk about such casual things when she had just given you the time of your life. "Your membership?"

"Yes," Caitlyn huffs, and you can feel the puff of breath against your scalp. "I know it's not a big deal, but I hate spending money on things I'll never use, and I only bought it so I could come back and see you, and—"

You lean your head up, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle kiss. When she's sighing against your lips, you pull back to tuck your head back under her chin. "Yes. Now shut up. You're ruining the moment."

The corners of her mouth tug up into a smile. "You just can't admit that you went from a pilates princess to my princess."

"Caitlyn—"

"Right," Caitlyn allows her lips to press against your forehead before her eyes slip shut. "Goodnight, my princess."

Spent ten minutes trying to come up with a title before my women-loving instincts took over. Blood, sweat, and tears MORE LIKE LOVE, SWEAT, AND QUEERS >:)

...im just proud of it okay? :(

ANYWAYS! Just posted my masterlist! This request got me out of writer's block SO hope you lovelies enjoyed!

~Cherry 🍒

here's a second version of calvin klein ad sevika 🫶🏻 I hope the prosthetic looks good enough, finding a reference for this exact angle is a bit difficult

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

Shower Spell for Curse Removal - {Chilling Adventures of Sabrina}

The spell used in CAOS

A spell to remove a curse from yourself. 

Optional: soap with purifying correspondences. A recipe to make your own soap using herbs of your choice can be found here 

To be repeated during a shower:

“If I am truly cursed today

Let water wash the hex away.”

Visualize the curse, the negative energy associated with it, running off of you and down the drain with the water. 

All my spells inspired by CAOS Sabrina can be found tagged #caos-magic on my tumblr, @sassandspells

masquerade 🎭💀

horror sub-genres: gothic

and suddenly i’ve grown a bit predictable.

(art cr: artisunleash)

save a horse ride a butch😝

here's cowboy!Sevika, added a version with no big lights or shades so you can see the details better (cough cough happy trail cough cough)

Fuck it, new year new art signature. I had the old one for years anyway.

Anyway final inks for Caitlyn Kiramman's part of the Cait and Vi medieval fantasy au art. Tried some new techniques, took my sweet ass time in inking, had some good references to work from. I hope I was able to combine enough of my style with Arcane's style. Tomorrow I'm starting knight Vi.

𓎤𓍯𓂃 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑾𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 !

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

cw nsfw (at end) cursing sevika is intimidati reader is clumsy oral(reader rec) riding strap(reader) dirty talk reader described to have kinky curls

cowboy!sevika ✗ bartender!reader

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has on all the proper - and cliche cowboy western clothes. . . her blue denim jeans hugging her tight, muscular thighs (and ass) those big chunky belts with a lasso hanging on the side of it . . scruffy cowboy boots and, of course, her signature brown cowboy hat sitting on her head - but her best look had to be when she's working on the field on her farm, a thin tank top on her muscular build, sweat dripping down her skin as the hot sun beamed down on her - she could feel the burning eyes of the women who walked by. . . sevika, being the flirt she is, would turn to them with a cocky like smirk on her face saying, "y' like what you see darlin' ?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a deep southern accent - her already husky , deep voice coming off as 10x charming when she spoke - hearing a thick southern drawl.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who's absolutely great with animals - owns about 4 horses that she cares deeply for, cleaning there stable every week , making sure they have fresh hay . . . her main horse is named Big Dice (which correlates to her love of gambling) she got the horse when she was only 17 years old, and the now mare horse had been her best pal ever since.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is also the intimidating sheriff in her town, inheriting the big role after her father retired about 9 years ago. . . intimidating not only due to her hard demeanor but the amount of crimes and bandits she caught around the area for the past years. You thinking about stealing from the farm market? to bad sevika already as you in cuffs . . thinking about stealing from the old little southern lady who sells eggs every tuesday? too late, sevika already has you behind bars.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who isn't only well known for her family name and being the sherif . . .but also by being a huge flirt with the women - she was well known for having a way with the lady's and some men in town couldn't help but be envious at that fact how sevika barely tried anything and had women falling at her boots.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who says she just aint ready to be tied down just yet, she liked the way her life was already - or she was just used to it. . . there was no woman that had that much power to turn her head and get her to start thinking about marriage and babies.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ -who is the bull riding champion in her town - with her good flexibility , coordination, and quick reflexes , no one can stand a chance against her. . . even though bull riding was dangerous, she liked the adrenaline rush of it, the cheers of her name, and showing how much courage she has , not everyone would willingly ride a bull.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who gives free horse riding lessons to the kids around town.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a back tattoo that says "born to ride" with designs that go down her arms, got it without her parents knowing when she was just 18 years old.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is an absolute gentleman (or gentlewoman) , so amazingly patient, great listener , and if she's at a bar with a woman she's the one who offers to pay (not even offering just immediately throwing money down or saying "naw - you aint gotta pay honey - put it on my tab sugar" ) no matter how intimidating she may look she's actually a kind, selfless , considerate the list goes on and on - (to women atleast) she truly is the picture perfect partner . .

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who likes to wear those slutty shirts that aren't to cropped but just the right length to show off her v line , showing off her nice figure and small waist.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who goes to the bar in her town every friday night - where she has free time , sipping on a jug of beer while playing a game of cards with her close pals.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who can actually bake very well, has a book filled with her old family recipes that go years back - like pecan pies , peach cobbler, different types of cakes, and breads. . . and she has a major sweet tooth.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a scar on the right side of her cheek due to falling off her horse roughly while chasing a herd of coyotes away. Slightly insecure because of it , any time a woman would ask about it , or even reach to touch it out of pure curiosity her mood immediately decreased - getting uncomfortable with the sudden attention on her scarred cheek.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is the definition of a 'sweet talker' . . this woman knows all the right things to say, all the right moves to do that would make a anyone shudder under one simple touch. . .or her simple gaze.

"what's a pretty little lady like you doin' all alone here?" the sudden deep, velvet smooth southern voice entered the woman's ears - she was sitting at the bar alone while swirling a plastic straw in her sweet non alcoholic drink, boredom shown on her body as she sat there quietly.

but the sudden voice entering her ears made her startled , wipping her head around her eyes were meant by the sight of the town sheriff - sevika.

her cheeks couldn't help but grow pink at the sight of the well beloved woman of the town, here with her signature brown, scruff cowboy hat, piercing silver eyes staring at her with an intense gaze as her lips held a lit blunt between them - - the most recognizable figure in the town . . . her commanding strong presence seen from miles away.

"cat got ya' tongue sugar?" sevika voice heard once more - this time with a shit - eating grin on her lips.

the woman blinked for a moment and slowly shook her head. "n-no . . just surprised, is all"

"my i ask why that is?" sevika gruff voice asked as she took a seat next to the woman at the bar, blunt hanging loosly from her lips as she blew out smoke, creating a cloud of smoke in front of her.

"to be talkin' to you, that's all - never talked to the sheriff before" the woman responds with a soft laugh, sevika couldn't help but laugh at her sentence and tone "I'm waitin' on someone.." the woman responded sheepishly.

"husband?" the tall muscular sheriff questioned,"left you at a crowded bar? all alone . . . .well, that's just no good... no good at all. . ."

"h- he's not my husband jus' someone I've been. . . foolin' round with, " the woman responded before downing the rest of her drink as if it was a shot - sevika couldn't help but chuckle at her actions.

after a moment of a small silence, the woman hopped up out of her stool, clearing her throat and swallowing thickly when she heard sevika's voice once more.

"gon' go and leave me like this doll? i was just about to buy you a drink. . ." sevika's sentence coming out as smooth as silk satin sheets, like she's said this same sentence plenty of times in her life.

"i- i no!- you can buy me a drink , i don't mind none. ." the woman stuttered out with pink cheeks.

"i see you don't drink, no alcohol? the non-alcoalic options here aren't that good doll. . . i have better at my own home. ."

next thing that woman knew she was in sevika's dark red sheets, doing unholy acts she never thought in her lifetime she'd do - especially with a woman but she didn't mind. . . her mind not once thinking of the man named Billy, who walked in the bar with his big brown eyes looking around for her.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is an absolute green thumb, if she ain't cleaning or taking care of her beloved animals on her farm, she's growing plants - usually containing different varieties of vegetables.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - has a red / slightly dirty due to constantly being in the field and dirt pickup truck truck.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is currently playing cards with her pals, on a late friday night , and of course, she's the one winning like always . . . to lost in the game, not noticing the tumbling figure coming near her.

one moment her pants were dry , and the next they were soaking wet - and no, not in that way. . . the silence in the bar was quite evident as the only sound being heard was a tray and a few glasses dropping the floor.

sevika's blue denim jeans were now soaked in beer, the smell making it ways in her nose as she let out a seething sigh - her good mood ruined in an instant, she doesn't look at the server who happen to drop the tray as she slowly stood up, dropping her cards on the table. . . her friends looking up at her wide eyes filled with nervousness, knowing sevika has a short temper..

sevika turned her gaze to spilled beer on the wooden floor. She could hear the whispers coming from people nearby at other tables, finally her gaze meeting the person who caused this. . . and suddenly, her gaze, which was once intense and piercing suddenly softened - ever so slightly. . . with a slight wave of curiosity.

her eyes staring at the young woman who also fell with the tray in her hands. . . .you.

her gaze now so sharp and penestrating, burning holes through your figure almost trying to find out who you were or even examine - you didn't look like you've ever stepped foot in texas and yet . . here you are.

you, on the other hand, looked up at the tall , buff women with stunned wide eyes. . . the intensity of her stare made you feel both mesmerized and to be completely intimidated, but she was genuinely one of the most beautiful people who've ever seen in your whole lifetime. . .her tight, slightly short shirt showing off her v line, the brown cowboy hat sitting up on her head as her hair was tied back, and her tight denim jeans that wrapped around her thighs like they were made for her - oh....oh! there wet?? why are they..

"Oh! oh no!" you exclaimed, slowly realizing the situation."It looks like you peed your pants!" Your sentence slipping its way through your lips before your brain could process it.

murmurs from people around you caught your attention, slightly glancing around. You could feel the embarrassment slowly sinking in your body - but you weren't the only one, sevika silently gritting her teeth at your sentence as she averted her stare, feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. . . by now. . . usually she'd snap, telling someone off but. . . she'd never speak to a woman like that. . .especially one that looked as gorgeous as you.

"i-im sorry! i didn't mean to say that - i mean, i did, but in my head, y'know? I'm sorry, i really am! i told my parents to not let me serve- i can't believe this. ." you rambled as you quickly stood up from the floor, but nervous gaze still staring at the wooden floor covered in beer, fidgeting with your fingers due to nervousness, unnoticeably to you the tall woman was already out the door.

"and! uhhh. . . i can get you new pants if you'd like. . . just. . . my size probably won't fit you, you seem really tall-" your sentence came to halt as you grew the confidence to look up at the buff woman only to be meant with, absolutely nobody.."oh..? uh?"

your head twist around in all directions "did she- leave?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who wakes up with a soft knock on her front door, going to answer it, her straight face mourning to a short shocked one for a split moment , what were you doing at her door?

sevika stared at you, observing you intently . . . your pretty kinky curls in a high bun, she liked how the strands fell framing your face. . the pretty yellow sun dress hugging your figure and in your hands was a box filled with 8 jars of milk.

"hello, would you like fresh milk from the - uh cows." Your eyes stared at the floor as your sentence came out dramatically and drained.

"i have my own cows. ." sevika answered with slight amusement. . you looked up in curiosity and immediately your eyes go wide "you!. ." You exclaim, holding a pointer finger, only letting out a tiny squeel as the box of milk nearly fell from your hands.

"You were the one that disappeared last night!"

sevika silently stared at you, she couldn't help the slight smirk tugging on her face. . .she couldn't help but think you're absolutely and pretty as a peach - genuinely a real looker, and the simple fact she now realized you has no accent - you sounded that maybe you were from . . the city. . New York?

"can you - buy my milk please?" Your question coming out more desperately than you expected.

"Your. . . milk?" sevika questioned your wording with small smirk... "Why would i do that after the incident you caused last night?"

you gulped thickly at her, not just at her sentence but voice in general. . . .the deep southern drawl in her husky gruff voice nearly made your knees falter.

"-please? I've been walking for 20 minutes, and no one wants milk.."

sevika scoffed "20 minutes? darlin' . . .the original milk seller walks these streets for hours, and you - little sweet thing is done after 20 minutes?"

you couldn't help but suck your teeth at her words, looking to the side for a bit with a small pout on your plump lips.

"it's too hot! the sun is beaming and my throat is dry- oh! do you have some iced tea? since you won't buy my milk you can atleast offer me a drink."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who declines at first, but finally let's you in her home for a glass of lemon iced tea after your dramatic begging - she has never meant anyone as dramatic and almost theatrical as you.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who watches as you happily sip on the iced teas through a plastic straw, sitting in a wooden stool in her kitchen and my god you just wouldn't stop talking - were you genuinely this curious?

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who's interest perks up when you ask if she has horses. .

"Hey, wait - you're a cowgirl, right? do you have a horse?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - sevika who's intense gaze stared at you as you pet her horse with excitement - her eyes hiding an unspoken and unfamiliar emotion. . . she had never had another woman interested in her animals on the farm , most women in the town were far to "prissy" to want to ride horses and anything of the sort. . . so it came to a supirse when you - who had told her you were from the city , petting her horse with such excitement.

"wow! she's gorgeous, her colors and spots are so unique! I've never seen a horse in real life. This is so awesome. .I've always wanted to learn how to ride. ."

sevika's eyebrow perked up at your words "you wanna ride?"

you swiftly turn to her and nod with a smile, hands still in the horses hair.

sevika nodded, her next words coming out husky and deep almost as if it had a double meaning. ."i can teach you how to ride. . .darlin' "

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who spends her next few weeks with you, propping you carefully and safely on one of her horses with a saddle. . . .teaching you how to ride. The process started slow at first, it was hard for you since you genuinely had no experience with anything like this - but you always had so much fun especially with sevika who's flirty words never failed to make you all warm and squirmy.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who slowly learned more and more about you as the weeks go by, and you learning more about her. . you couldn't imagine the shock you felt when she revealed she was actually the sheriff of the town, immediately thinking to the night you spilled beer on her pants you couldn't help but apologize to her once more.

"sheriff! you!?. . . i spilled a beer all over a sheriff? I'm so sorry!"

"it ain't nothin' to worry about sugar. .i forgive you, " her voice came out in a teasing manner.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is now confused about how her chest gets warm whenever she'd see you laugh, how she'd automatically smile whenever she saw you smile, the sudden feeling hitting her like a ton of bricks when she realized that she wanted to spend more time with you - that didn't just consist of just teaching you how to ride her horse, but . . . . more.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who doesn't even realize how she is automatically turning down any woman that would came up to her.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is sitting on a comfty leather couch with a glass of whiskey in her hand, the high picked up music in her ears as the sound of people shoes moved around the wooden floor - it was the town annual rodeo a lively time for the people in town, singing, dancing, good grilled foods. . . the annual bull riding contest had just ended, and now everyone was together in the biggest bar in town - sevika ofcourse winning and celebrating her victory with alcohol and a game of cards.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who feels her heart skip a beat when her eyes catches your figure across the room - huge smile on your face as you chatted it up with some other ladies - she felt as if she was being drawn to you, like a magnet . . . your whole existence suddenly making her life more warm, and softer...

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who feels her feet moving in their own, striding across the floor, moving around the dancing people - she felt like it took centuries to finally reach you. . . you suddenly stopping mid conversation with the sweet woman beside you, your eyes lighting up immediately at the sight of the towns sheriff.

"sevika! i was tryna find you everywhere - i saw you riding on that bull that was so cool. . something I've never seen before in my whole lifetime - ohh?.." your sentence coming to a halt when you feel a soft thump on top of your head.

suddenly, cheers could be heard all around you people wooping and hollering, even the women around you squealing in excitement.

sevika had just put her cowboy hat on your head, in a swift motion - her larger hand now holding out to you waiting foe you to take it. . . your wide eyes staring at her in shock - before you came to the south you've heard of things like this . . .the gesture that seemed small meant so much more , her putting her hat on you was meant or considered a flirty gesture or signifying that she had intrest in you- or in other words. . .

she was "claiming" you by letting you wear something so personal to her.

"claiming" you for the night..

and no matter how many women sevika has been with , not one has been given the honor to wear her hat. . . . all except you.

"can i get a dance sugar?"

slowly, you nod as you bring your hand in hers, her hand gently wrapping around yours with ease.

"atta girl. ."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - is so fucking experience when it comes to sex, she knows all the right ways to touch you , all of your sensitive spots , and knows just what to do to get you off. . .when you ask her how shes so good at this. . she just answers with "cowgirls fuck better"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - her favorite position is either between your legs, or you moving up and down on her strap - riding her to get or self off without sevikas help. . . . she eats your pussy as if it's her last meal on earth, as if you'd disappear from her at any moment. . and she's so fucking messy with it, her gray eyes droopy as she keeps eye contact and head moving side to side as her pink muscles lays flat on your wet cunt.

"a-ah! p-please. . ." Your hips shake under sevika's movement, you taking everything in yourself to not break eye contact with her - she says if you do, she'd immediately stop.

"hmmmm so sweet mama. ." sevika hummed against your cunt, her half lidded eyes staring up at you with a glint in them - as if she was waiting for you to break. . . her pink muscle flicking your clit in a fast pace, the sudden action making you head tilt back.

"so- so good! ahhh. ." You whine out with your hips rolling up for more friction - you let out a cry as you felt a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, the feeling on your cunt going away as you shudder feeling the cold wind hit your wet sensitive cunt - she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. . .please. ."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - She loves spanking, especially when you're reverse cowgirl, watching as you bounce on her thick, veiny strap while a blunt hands loosley from her lips, her large hand constantly slapping your ass causing you to whine everytime at the harsh contact.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - loves dirty talk , when she has you in doggy style she'd lean down to you ear whispering how good your taking her from behind - and how much of a mess youre making on her sheets. . all while calling you those little sweet pet names that you swoon over "darlin' " "sugar" "sweet thing"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who loves worshipping your body - she knows how to appreciate such gorgeous and beautiful things. . . kissing you, you down your body, saying how gorgeous and pretty you are, and how she can't wait to have you moaning her name.

cowboy!sevikadrabble +18

Sketch is done ✨

modern au melvika

💙Caitlyn💙

"You're the only one I have left..."

Caitlyn sketchy painting

Could use some more work, but this is it for now

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Artist - @cutegirlsart

note — vampire!cait has me with a current state of brainrot, so here it is, my take in my formal gf count fagula, this contains smut so minors dni, dead dove do not eat, blood kink, pet names, cait-handling (it's a thing). english is not my first language, any mistake is none intended // my requests are open.

vampire!cait being the type of vampire that hates the intimate act of feeding from someone, avoiding it a much as she can until she can no longer resist the blood thirst and has no other choice but to surrender to her nature.

vampire!caitlyn who cannot resist you — that basic human who's fresh out of collage and is taking the job nobody wants to do. appearing in her chambers with a small notepad and a recording device to interview her since the passing of her mother cassandra.

she made you her bloodbag in no time. that very same night in which you appeared into her vision and became aware of your existence. her eyes follow you around the room and you're suddenly calling her count kiramman, too intimidated to even began to interview her.

vampire!cait who's family is rumored to be inmortal but no-one dares to say a word about it, not even you when she pressed her cold lips against the skin of your shoulder, her nose inhaling the sweet scent of the living, the sound of your heart beating, the sweat on your skin as you got nervous about the lack of space. her dark blue hair almost glows with the dim glow of the candles and you remember it so vividly it becomes a usual thought.

she's a kiramman, an you think she's used to have the things the way she wants. she has money, power, and a fucking aura that's so compelling you don't dare to ever deny her, tilting your head to the side like an offer to her only.

vampire!cait who always makes the bite so nice to receive. stealing demanding kisses that are as sharp as her long coat. makes the shadows in the room grow larger as the light leaves the space and she's surrounding you, her hands growing curious as they go past your shirt, her thick accent burning against your ear as she's preparing you, taking advantage cause hell- you were a pretty journalist so eager to know more about her, to listen, to do whatever the fuck she wants.

when she bites you, she's sure you're wet. her cool hands almost soothing the high temperatures of your body before sinking her teeth in that vein she can feel pulsating from before, filling her bucal cavity with the warm feeling of your blood, of the vitality sliding again in her cold body as she pushes you flush against her demanding mouth. it's not like the blood flow that passes through the good-sized vein in your inner tight, but it's good, so good every single time.

count!caitlyn who says you burn like the sun, taking off your shirt swiftly as the blood drips down to your chest, staining the fabric of your bra. she wastes no time in sucking on the wound, teeth-deep. her tongue swirls around the holes in your skin, and the pain is welcomed, a reminder you're alive as your fingers sink on the strands of her long hair, pulling them to ground yourself.

the vampire keeps your head to the side, fingers shoved inside your mouth as she eats — "stay still and let me have my fill. can't have you making sounds, squirming around. behave."

you're drooling as her index finger hits the back of your throat, and when it seems she had enough of your shoulder, she licks the drops that went to your chest without wasting blood, pulling down on your bra, happy even to clean up the dried rest that stained your chest.

"that's it, behave. you can take the pain" she cooes with almost an echo to her words. "you take it all so well, you're such a good pet. just let me have a bit more, i'm still hungry."

she's nothing but polite, so she waits for you to agree before actually bite you again, tearing apart the tissue of her upper chest as she holds you still cause shit — she knows you're going to move like a whiny bitch.

the count don't care about you staining her sheets, not even when her own clothes get dirty with your blood on it, making you lightheaded when she's comfortable between your legs, soothing the pain with caresses and kisses that left blood behind.

count!cait who used to pride on her self control until she needs to feed from you over and over again, making up excuses to have you there in her bed week after week. you've become a treat, and she's sure to keep you satisfied, praising on your behavior and even when you're lucky, playing with her too.

"you don't have to go to that stupid office," caitlyn says with that know-it-all smile on her face, once again hating up your work in the newspaper "you should help me. keep me full of you, close to me."

the count gets so needy she just has to have you in the middle of the night, climbing the tower of your room and sliding in while you're sleeping. her cold hands wake you up in the most gentle way to slide in your warm bed, your sleepy embrace as your fingers trace invisible patters over the skin of her stomach half asleep. you wake up moments later cause suddenly, you're also craving to be good for your count, giving her what she needs.

so you find a comfortable position to drown your face in between her tights and her dripping cunt, and it's all it takes to have the vampire arching her back, rubbing herself against your lips, vocally open about her pulsating need to release, how good you are following her orders around.

count!caitlyn who ends up fucking you without even feeding from you, who cannot help but crave the blood-tasting-kisses in the middle of the night just because she bite your lip so hard she forgot about the human fragility in you. the count that praises, in a rough voice, how good your fingers felt every time she let you have her way with her.

who wouldn't offer their blood too? after all, it's royalty what you're talking about.

check out my previous work pit!fighter vi.

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Day 11 of cleansing the #caitvi tl

Wanted to draw them grown up again but I wanted to continue the soulmates AU so…. Here.

Had to rush it to make it before midnight sjjsjsj

Kofi

fighting for dominance with basketballer!sevika (g!p) MDNI 18+

“don’t get your panties twisted in a knot bun” she winks, seeing you walk up to her in short strides on the podium. “never sevi..you’re the one that’s gonna be ripping them off f me” keeping a serious front when the both of you played against each other was soo hard.

she looked so good with sweat dripping down her back and staining her jersey and all you wanted was to rip her clothes off right here right now where everyone can see. fighting for dominance was a normal part between the two of you, it starts with her pinning you against the door of her dorm and you ending up on top.

hand grasping and clutching all over her heavy biceps, back hitting the dorm's door with a loud thud. eye widening at the impact before her mouth is slamming against yours as you try to lead, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as she tries to use her heavy body to her advantage, caging yours.

your arm feeling all over her stomach and the thick happy trail, making her shudder against you lips moving to sending light smooches against your neck and collarbone, the air getting heavy as she kisses your weak point over and over.

she might think she has you in her mercy but..you slide your hand over her groin, layers of clothes making this even the more agonizing for her as you flip the both of you over and pin her against the wall. your hold tightening against her as her panting gets louder.

"you might've won the match out there sevi..but i win this one"

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Caitlyn Kiramman as Elizabeth Swan

Commission work

I NEED CAITS WAIST

Caitlyn's little bit of swagger here is really charming, but I think I have a slightly different take on it than some.

See how it takes a second to kick in? For just a second she even looks a little self conscious - but then she reacts to Vi's reaction

She's not like "Yeah, I have a bangin' body, obviously" - she's pumped at how much Vi likes her body.

TAKE A BITE OUT OF ME

❦ vampire!caitlyn x reader .𓏲 cw: cannibalism, smut, blood, oral(r!receiving), pain kink, orgasm denial, caitlyn is a little crazy... tis is some nasty i am not gonna lie. this was proofred at 3 am so if there’s any errors pardon any and all. wc: 0.8k. viewers discretion is advised.

note: testing the waters…. masterlist | caitlyn masterlist

𖥻 ───── dim lit room, shadows of the moon over your bare torso. fresh darkened blood leaking from wounds of fangs, as lips slips away, in silence it hangs. her tongue drags over your pussy, eating you like a starved beast.

one arm warped around your hip, the other traveling up your shivered thigh, over the hip, to your stomach. her bloodied palm leaving a print that may stain.

caitlyn's lips, cold, sucked your clit, bruising. it felt good, the pain of sweet torment. her nails digging into the skin over your left rib cage; drawing silver. caitlyn's palm is moving down your body again, hooking her arm around you other hip.

blood leaping from the cavity of your chest, the feeling of pain traveling down your veins, sending more shivers over your body, a body aching in misery. her touch hurt, it's pain is agonizing on your skin. it claws at your insides, twisting like a serpent, tightening with every breath.

a tight knot in the very pit of your abdomen, on the verge of release. the feeling of that knot untying getting oh so close, and it all stops. the knot disappearing, perishing into thin air. chin of slick moving up your body, kissing every inch in sight.

the freshly created wound by her hand, blood still flowing out. caitlyn's lips latch onto it, smothering blood over her lower face. your blood was like cruel kiss on her tongue, iron heavy, spilling into the soul and coating every thought with it's unholy sweetness.

"mhhaa-" you feel her sharpened fangs dig into the already torn skin of your chest. punctuating the holes she made with her nails even deeper. and she's giggling. psychopathic laughter, caitlyn is enjoying the fact that you're in pain. that her pleasure is your pain.

she completely pussy whipped, high off you. the saccharine flavour of your blood and juices mixing, swirling around in her mouth. your fists are clenching the bed sheets, your knuckles are white.

the abused vessel you call a body, attempting to withstand pain is a form of torture. pain you endure because it makes her feel good. the more blood she take from you the more empty you feel. the tension slowly leaving your limbs and your lids feel heavy.

tears pick up in your eyes, salty droplets of water seeping down the sides of your face. it hurts so much, but it feels too good to stop. caitlyn wasn’t some evil monster, if you didn't want this she’d stop. but you've never wanted the pain to stop. you favoured it. you wanted— needed, longed, for more of it.

"b-biahhhte...bite. me...." you yelped, as a new wave of pain filled your body.

your words hung in the thick clouds in that dark filled room. bite me... caitlyn has done it many times, but she knew what you meant, what you really wanted. you wanted her to take a bite out of you. to eat you.

you wanted her to taste your skin. the muscle that layed over your bones. the meat around you, to devote yourself to her, tell her that you loved her.

so, her teeth pierce, let your flesh give way, for in the taking, you believed love would stay. a devotion carved in blood, in pain, in skin, a vow that began where fangs sunk in.

to be consumed was to belong,— belong her, to feel her cold touch was to be strong. if surrender was love, then you'd bare your soul, your body the offering to make you whole.

your skin rips, the stretch of it as she rips, rips and rips. the small flesh she's taking is forever to be hers. her small piece of you that she would remember forevermore, a scar you'd carry till always.

caitlyn lifts up from you, straddling your exposed hips. she's smiling, happy. blood falling from her lips, and the cluck of skin she just swallowed filled her up like a feast.

chopper, laced with poison, your poison, you feed it to her. bloodied limbs, you're too weak to move, to say 'thank you', you stare at her satisfied expressions. caitlyn is joyed, in bliss.

swiping over her lip, blood filled lips, shoving her bloodied finger into your mouth. making you taste the silver poison. caitlyn is pressing her chest against yours, her lips find yours and she kisses you.

the burning pain of her bite forced more tears from your eyes. blood gushing out from your chest, excessive amounts of blood. you try to grasp onto thoughts but it's too much, then your hand reaches to cover your wound, as you feel the sensation of your fingers on the hole, you go limp.

closed eyes, with one final thought you grasped onto: will i wake up? or will she eat me?

you wished to see the light tomorrow, to wake and find her by your side. but deeper still was the quiet yearning — to be taken, loved, and lost to her hands, a tender end you couldn't deny.

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