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Wanna start a fight club?

Some 2XKO Vi sketches

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my daily ellie pic (GIRL - she’s so foine) 🫢

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in which cait's nose is pretty fuckin' perfect for face-sitting. and boy does she love to eat. (mdni - filthy smut)

as intimidating as caitlyn can be - leader of house kiramman, head enforcer, face of piltover's military - she's quite adorably, painfully obvious when there's something that she wants. perhaps a structure of being born with a silver-studded spoon in her mouth, but more so a lack of control around you.

that night, she hovers above you on the couch, your hands undoing her ponytail, heated make-out session in play as kpop demon hunters on the screen fades into background noise.

you decide then, on a whim, somewhere between caitlyn's greedy hands going under your shirt and her lips on your neck, that you're going to do something about it.

"caitlyn." you say, sternly. your girlfriend draws back, hands retreating, catching your gaze for only a moment. "what'd i do?" she mumbles, pressing kisses on the side of your mouth, a good effort at distraction.

"you think i haven't felt your eyes on my ass all day?" you continue, and finally caitlyn stops. you know you don't imagine the way the tips of her ears turn red. but of course her lapse in judgment is momentary, as the kiramman ego is far too large for anyone's good.

"i have my needs," she says after a while, smirking back at you with that damned princely arrogance. her hands sneak down to the waistband of your jeans, palming at the curve of your ass. "and you have the means."

you let out a breathy moan beyond your volition, as caitlyn grabs fistfuls of your ass like its her property. maybe it was. even still, you look through hooded eyes at the way she licks her lips, squeezing and groping at your bottom, her nose crinkling with a certain want-- and you finally get it.

"you wanna eat my ass?" you ask, too casually, laying back.

caitlyn lifts her gaze with a sort of wondrous awe at you, soon turning predatory with a dark, glittering smile.

"thought you'd never ask."

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you've always like the curvature of caitlyn's nose. not straight, but with a ridge along the middle, strengthening the definition of the line that makes her face so aesthetically pleasing to look at. coupled with the sharpened edge of her cheekbones, caitlyn's face simply had depth and volume, making it an excellent surface to stimulate---

"your pussy," caitlyn moans, muffled as she's buried between your thighs, sounding half-drunk, lapping directly from the source like it was an oasis in a never-ending desert. "it's so fucking amazing."

her wiry hands dig into the plush of your ass, greedy mouth enveloping your hole. you're fully sitting on your girlfriend's face, legs spread obscenely as her tongue works wonders inside your cunt.

while your moans ricochet around the confines of your shared bedroom, her growls and groans send pleasurable vibrations all up your cunt.

"cait," you cry out as she presses your ass down on her nose, firm, and it nudges within your pussy. you rock your hips involuntarily, chasing the jolt of pleasure that runs through your bloodstream.

the only sounds of response you receive are the filthy, obscene sounds of caitlyn slurping from your pussy like its her last supper. your breathing gets harder, interjected with high-pitched cries and low moans, filling up enough sound for the both of you.

you feel her damp lips rubbing over your labia, her tongue sliding along your inner wall briefly, her nose hitting your clit at just the right angle.

it's entirely self-indulgent then, as you press caitlyn down with your thighs, burying her in linen sheets, likely blocking off her air supply, as you ride your girlfriend's face for your pleasure, using her nose as a stimulator for your needy clit.

ever-domineering, caitlyn draws a hand back without you realising, then claps it down onto your left cheek so hard you almost topple over. the sound rings around the room. you cry out, tears building in your eyes, but she pinches your thigh as a sign to keep going.

you shudder as the stinging pain turns into coiling pleasure, nearing the edge at a dangerous pace. caitlyn massages the spot she slapped, sure to bruise beautifully. her grip turns greedy, then, as always, spreading your cheeks apart.

you don't have time to feel embarrassed before a long finger pushes against your puckered hole from behind. that's all it takes before you meet a world-shattering orgasm with a shrill scream of your girlfriend's name.

a tidal wave of pleasure drowns you, as caitlyn laps at your pussy for all its worth, catching every drop your sweet essence on her tongue. your thighs clamp down on her head, body overwhelmed in shock.

hardly a minute goes by before caitlyn impatiently manhandles you around, reverse-cowgirl style but with your ass on her face. her face is dangerously, dangerously, close to your asshole, and your overstimulated self goes pliant in her hands.

"my turn to be selfish, pretty girl," caitlyn says, as if she hasn't done so the whole night. but oh, who were you to deny her?

all too quick, and caitlyn's eating your ass for supper, mouth still damp and sticky from the main course.

"oh, fuck," you moan, as you watch the two of you in the opposing bedroom mirror. her tongue pushes into the tight hole of your ass, ravenous.

pleasure washes over you in wave after wave, caitlyn gasping for air as she explores the unknown depths of your ass, claiming every piece of you as hers, hers, hers.

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I WANNA BE PREGNANT

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Loser! Vi with a praise kink? 🤭

⌇ SLUT FOR PRAISES ノ—DRABBLE

Strap , restraining , mild pet play implied , mommy kink , spitting

Vi loved it when you praised her for the little things that she did whether it was bringing you anything like a spatula or salt while you cooked or if it was bringing your belt for her spanking with her mouth. She had the cutest set of puppy dog eyes too. The way she'd stare up at you, silently begging for mercy or pity was pathetic in all the right ways and somehow hot. You couldn't help patting her head and calling her your good girl.

If she had a tail, it'd be wagging. Vi beamed at you whenever you praised her, her shoulders dropping as she rubbed her head against you. Her pussy was glistening and dripping with her juices whenever you praised her.

She really was a slut for praises.

“Mommy, I'll behave.” Vi pleaded as you tied her wrists together.

“Should've thought of that when you touched yourself without permission.” You tsked and let go of her bound wrists, pushing her on her stomach on the bed.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered her apology, her eyes widening when she felt you grabbing her hips in a tight grip.

“It's too late.” You aimed your strap against her slit, a strap that was far bigger than any that you'd let your girlfriend have so far. “A brat must be tamed.”

“But mommy—”

A scream ripped from her thought as you pushed the strap inside without warning, bottoming out and dragging it right out all the way before slamming it back inside. Her pussy squelched obscenely.

“Who's my good little fucktoy?” you slammed the strap deeper, pulling her back by the back of her collar.

“I am, I-I am,” Vi gasped, choking on the front of the leather collar as her hands reached to grab onto the headboard of the bed.

Her ass jiggled every time your hips pistoned forward and slammed the strap deeper into her pussy. You smacked her ass, “My good little thing, yeah?” You squeezed the flesh before smacking it again and thrusting harder.

Vi drooled, “Y-yes, mommy, I'm your good girl, I'll always be, please…”

You smirked, spitting on her, watching your spit running down her back, mixing with Vi’s sweat, as her hole fluttered to accommodate the huge strap ramming continuously in her. Vi arched her back, “I'm gonna cum, oh fuck!”

You chuckled and pulled the strap out, letting it slap against her inner thigh. “Wh-why?” She mumbled with a broken voice, her hole clenching around the emptiness as it gaped for more. She wanted more, needed more. But she couldn't ask for more.

“This is supposed to be a punishment, no?”

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im thinking about participating in kinktober

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Beauties 💐🩷✨💐🩷✨

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being ambessas maid (essentially fucktoy) who gets to like sit on her lap through meetings and drip all over her thighs I dunno

or like you were her maid but then she thought you were too pretty to do any work so you just get to lie on couches/her bed all day

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

WORD COUNT: 1.8k words . . .

SMUT TAGS: thigh humping, fingering

When the Noxian warlord conquered the lands of your hometown, you thought it was over. You had no other choice but to apply to do housework in the Medarda Estate. The economy was terrible. There was no other option available right now for you other than breaking your back wiping floors and walls all day long. Every corner was laced with gold in the Estate when you entered and all you could do was gawk at the wealth that you'd never have.

The head cleaner of the Estate took one look at you and asked, “Are you sure you want to apply for the position?”

You were decently pretty for a girl your age and status. You nodded dryly. “Gotta do what you gotta do to keep food on the table.”

“Ah, I see, I understand. There's an apron in the back, you should wear it, you wouldn't wanna stain your, uhh,—” she gestured at the clothes that you had on.

No matter where you went you always dressed up and dolled up well, you knew how pretty privilege could benefit girls like you and you took full advantage of it. I mean, why wouldn't you? You had nothing to lose.

You smiled brightly, “I take it that means I have the job?”

“Yeah, we're kinda short staffed here so of course, the more the merrier.” The girl laughed somewhat nervously before she walked away. You could see why she was nervous now. The General seemed to be in a really bad mood.

You didn't look at her quite, and just kept your head down as you dusted about the Estate. The artefacts that you dusted were almost all pure gold and it made you feel a twinge of jealousy but you stuffed it down and ignored it.

You reached the bed chambers a while later, knocking, “Cleaning.” You announced.

A deep voice answered “Come inside.” And you felt your panties dampen instantly. You opened the ceiling high doors and stepped inside gingerly. Ambessa Medarda. None other than the General herself. She was seated at the corner where there was a desk stacked with a pile of papers.

“Clean up, and be quick.” Ambessa said, not bothering to look up from the clipboard which was reading from.

“Yes, ma'am,” you mumbled under your breath and quickly moved about the room, dusting and cleaning.

You tried to be as fast as you could while also being efficient, as you bent down however the neck of your dress practically gave away and flashed your cleavage. You quickly grabbed at it and straightened. Ambessa raised a brow, turning to face you once she saw you move at her peripheral vision.

“You look a bit too well-dressed to be just a maid.” Ambessa said, extending an arm and featuring you to come closer.

You obliged, stepping closer. You nervously twirled a hair between your fingers— a habit you developed a while ago. Ambessa held the side of your waist, her big hand almost engulfing your waist in it as she guided you closer and closer to her until you were easily perched on one of her thick, meaty thighs.

“Oh,” you flushed bright red.

“There we go, pretty little thing,” Ambessa used her other hand to tuck back a strand of your hair as she made sure you were comfortably seated on her lap.

Your heart pounded against your ribs so hard it was almost difficult to breathe. You were so close to the Noxian warlord you could see every fine line of her face, her breath smelled faintly of wine and something a little more musky but very subtle. You loved it. You loved being on this woman's lap.

“You're too precious to be part of the cleaning staff.” Ambessa's hand squeezed your hip and your thighs pressed together instantly.

“Is that so?” You tried to respond but your brain was lagging so badly.

“Yes, dollface, I expect you to come straight to my bedchambers everyday that you're reporting for work, understood?” Ambessa held you so easily in her hands, as if you were just a doll to play with.

“Understood, General.” You breathed.

“Please, call me Ambessa,” she said before smirking, “Although, I enjoy hearing that title on your lips too.”

You giggled, a little more free this time as your shoulders relaxed. You felt Ambessa's hand slip down from your waist to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as if testing out how you'd react if she did so.

“Do you treat all the pretty maids this way?” You asked.

“If I said yes, would you be jealous?” Ambessa leaned back, pulling you closer.

“Maybe.”

Ambessa didn't just give you luxury. She gave you power, the kind that didn’t need gold or a name, but came with every glance she threw your way and every inch of skin she claimed. She gave you silk sheets and crimson wine. She gave you a room of your own, closer to hers than any of the other servants would ever dare step. She gave you a place at her side during quiet dinners, where war generals would glance at you in confusion, some even in resentment, wondering who you were to be granted such proximity to a woman who crushed nations with her bare hands.

But above all else, Ambessa gave you attention.

Not just fleeting or indulgent, but sharp, possessive attention. She watched your every move like you were something rare, like you were hers. And you liked it. You were hers. Each morning, you’d still dress up, paint your lips, slipping into the apron that had long become a mockery. Because no one in that Estate saw you as a maid anymore. You were something else— Ambessa’s something.

While Ambessa worked, she had you on her lap, wearing her ring— the Medarda emblem— grinding down against her thighs as she kept you dressed in the finest silk of Noxus. You were a whimpering mess as you humped her thigh and leg out the filthiest little sounds right there against her ear as she worked. Her pen didn't even stutter as it glided about the page and she noted down her war strategies. She wasn't paying attention to you.

“You're so desperate.” Ambessa finally uttered after a while but she still didn't spare you even just a glance, her eyes were hyper fixated on her work and it didn't seem like your sexual frustration would distract her anytime soon.

“Please, ‘Bessa, baby,” you pouted your glossy lips out, hair slowly dishevelled and face flushed from effort as your clit grinded down, bare, against the rough material of Ambessa's pants. You needed her so badly.

Ambessa ignored you for a while and didn't bother looking up or acknowledging your pathetic attempts at getting off. She was far too drowned in her work. She didn't care. Your ass squished against her knee as you continued your rubbing, your pussy was starting to leave a damp, wet patch on her thigh and she seemed to not give a shit about it. Ambessa only moved once she’d finished signing a particularly long sheet of military logistics. Her pen clicked, echoing in the silent room, and you froze because that sound always meant one thing.

Her fingers tapped the desk once, a signal.

“Get off and bend over the desk,” she said coolly, still not looking at you.

You scrambled to obey, legs a little shaky as you stepped off her lap and stood. Your cunt throbbed with each heartbeat, lips slick and swollen. You knew what she liked, how she liked you to present yourself and so you leaned over the smooth, dark wood of her desk, pushing your hips back slightly, back arched, dress bunched up to your waist, ass bare.

A slow silence passed.

Then her chair creaked. And a moment later, Ambessa’s fingers trailed up the back of your thigh, slow and teasing, rough pads of her fingertips dragging over your skin. She dipped in between your legs and you sucked in a breath, your body jerking with anticipation.

“Soaking the desk already,” she murmured. “Haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You whimpered. “Please…”

Ambessa finally stood fully behind you, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding through your folds. She was cruel in the way she made it last, long strokes that never quite circled your clit, fingers that dipped just inside and then pulled back out again.

“Worked yourself up just grinding on me,” she mocked gently. “What a spoiled little wife I’ve made.”

You clenched around nothing at that, toes curling in your boots.

Her fingers finally sank in, two of them, thick and unyielding. She pushed in slowly, then crooked them hard, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees buckle slightly.

“Ambessa—”

“Quiet.”

You shut up instantly, forehead resting on the cool desk. Her hand twisted and pumped, wrist moving with fluid confidence. Her thumb pressed just above your clit but didn’t rub. It was like she was teasing you just by existing in that spot. You wanted more friction. You needed more friction.

But Ambessa wasn’t going to make it that easy.

“You want to come?” she asked, voice low, calm, condescending.

You nodded desperately. “Yes, yes please—”

“Then you’ll have to earn it.”

The fingers stopped moving entirely. You groaned in frustration, hips shifting.

She leaned down close to your ear. “Sit on the edge of the desk.”

You followed, hopping up clumsily, legs trembling as you sat on the thick edge of the wood. Ambessa stepped between your thighs, her large frame towering over you. Her hands slid under your knees and pushed them apart until you were completely exposed to her. Her fingers returned, but this time she didn’t waste time teasing. She shoved them in deep, curling them ruthlessly. The heel of her palm hit your clit again and again with each pump of her hand. Your body jolted, breaths coming in hard, whiny pants as your slick dripped over her knuckles.

“You going to come all over my hand like a good little trophy?” she growled against your mouth, not kissing you yet, just letting her words vibrate through your lips.

“Yes, yes— Ambessa, I’m— !”

Your climax hit hard. Your legs shook, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your walls pulsed around her fingers, juices coating her palm and dripping onto the desk beneath you. She didn’t slow down until you were practically twitching in her grasp, sobbing from the overstimulation. Ambessa finally pulled her fingers free and wiped them on your inner thigh, smearing your cum across your skin like paint. Her other hand lifted your chin and forced you to look at her.

“Clean yourself up and be presentable,” she said, stepping back. “You’ll be dining with me tonight.”

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piltover’s finest jungler in every universe

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SHOWER

wc: 321ishh

a/n: filler so yk what that means. IT'S RUSHED 💔. anyways i need to lock in fr ITS BEEN CRAZY. not proofread as per usual, so I apologize in advance for mistakes cw: literally no plot btw it's just straight to it, g!p cait, shower sex, dom cait as per usual, fem reader

She'd start off by standing behind you and running her fingers through your hair, brushing the shampoo through it and watching as the suds enveloped your hair. She'd grab the showerhead and wash your hair out, all while watching the soap and water drag down your body in a tantalising way.

She could feel a familiar throb in her cock, watching it harden before her. She'd inhale shakily as she returned the shower head to its designated spot on the latch, before pressing herself up behind you. She'd whisper about how beautiful you were, how she loved everything about you as her lips kissed your neck and her hardened cock rubbed against your ass.

She'd eventually turn you around and connect your lips, the gentle kiss eventually turning into a makeout. Your back was pressed against the shower wall, her body attaching to yours. She'd run her hands over your damp body, one of her hands finding its way around your thigh and tugging it upwards, your thigh wrapping around her waist.

She'd slowly insert herself into you, free hand cupping your chin to make you look up at her as your walls clench around her cock. She'd thrust her hips into you deliciously, guiding your head to her shoulder so she could hear how pretty you sounded for her.

When she knew you were close, she'd press you up against the glass of the steamy shower door, watching as your hands made art on the window. Watching as they dragged down, left handprints, clawed pathetically, searching for an anchor as she thrusted against your g spot. She'd hold you by your boobs, thrusting her cock into your mercilessly till you came.

Once she made sure you were okay, she washed your body lovingly, adding conditioner in your hair before washing herself thoroughly as well. Afterwards she'd help you dry off and cuddle with you till you both fell asleep.

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Sevika needs some rest…

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Margot came to pick up her councillor Sevika from work

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Daily picture of Vi: day 113

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Bringing this off of my Twitter :

Say what you want, but Caitlyn antis are probably one of the most racist ass people within the fandom

“You can’t tell that she’s Asian until you see her dad.” So she’s not Asian enough for you to even consider her to be Asian/part Asian? That’s racist whether you like it or not.

Caitlyn antis can deny that they’re being racist all they want, but the Cait*er and triple K Kirmman “jokes”, the stereotypical Asian drawings of her and grouping Viktor, Jinx, and Vi as poc while calling Caitlyn some rich “white” girl says otherwise.

The racism within the Arcane fandom has gotten so fucking bad since season 2 came out that it’s honestly baffling. They don’t want racism within the fandom, but will resort to using racism against characters they don’t like/hate. They’ll get mad at you for calling out the racism, but will also get mad at you if you don’t. Make it make sense.

That is all for now. Winter out.

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ "I did appreciate your warmth."