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gingerpines · 6 months ago
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teen!caitvi AU drabble based on this art by me!
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warning: i am not a writer! and english isn’t my first language! i hope this still makes sense :) its a bit messy its not very well explained sometimes but i hope i got the point across! enjoy!
Ekko was sent by benzo to deliver things at jayce’s workshop and vi and claggor join because ekko’s quite young to go on his own anyways, vi is like, acting as the bodyguard and shes looking all tough and mysterious making sure ekko is okay constantly
they knock and stand at the door, vi staying behind ekko to look around and jayce is like come in! bc they have quite a lot of things and while vi stands back still cautious, she completely drops her tough demeanor when she sees young cait tinkering with some of jayce’s stuff, goggles on. Vi tries to be discreet but her eyes keep darting back at Cait while ekko and jayce conclude business, claggor catches vi but doesnt say anything, and cait comes towards them, taking the goggles off, a big smile on her face.
"Nice to meet you all!" she goes in her thick british accent and she offers a handshake to Vi who doesnt know what to do with that so she kinda blushes and stares at cait, cait going "I’m Caitlyn!" and, embarrassed and flustered, vi just frowns and doesnt say anything, sorta turning around and caitlyn takes that VERY personally and from that point on she’s got beef with her and Vi kinda regrets how stupid she acted but tries not to think about it too much.
now everytime ekko has business in piltover, vi INSISTS on joining, saying its for safety but really its in the hopes she’ll run into caitlyn again. one time at a fair, benzo has a booth to sell things in piltover and ekko runs it, naturally, vi and the other kids join, Jayce and Caitlyn visit the booth and when cait sees Vi she just turns her head away with a frown, still upset at their last interaction and refusing to look at her, and Vi decides to tease her and ask about what theyre doing here. Cait kinda ignores her at first but ends up yapping about jayce’s and her’s latest experiments and shes talking sooo much and vi listens to all of it and when cait realized shes been talking too much they both kinda laughs and then jayce says they have to go so they leave and they smile at each other
throughout the fair Cait tries to “accidentally” walk in front of ekko’s booth again, and when she does, Vi is gone and she asks Ekko where she went and ekko shrugs, cait keeps walking around until she sees Vi walk around and cait joins her and they just kinda tease each other and argue the whole day but in a cute way but they both try to pretend they dont like the other bc they have such different lives and vi keeps calling cait entitled but she doesnt even mean it. From then on, Vi starts sneaking out to meet Cait outside her gate, but she has no idea how to get her attention, so she kinda sits there in the rain for a while until one of the dog starts barking, waking, thankfully, only Caitlyn up who looks out her bedroom window and goes outside to see little wet puppy vi standing at the gate and trying to make up an excuse as to why shes here like jayce forgot a tool from ekko and it was just easier to get it to her house instead and they end up talking until so late even tho its freezing outside, the gate still separating them, like the wall that socially separates them.
they start meeting up almost every week, like clockwork, outside of Cait’s house to talk, and for Cait to yap about things she likes while Vi listens. one day, Cassandra catches them and forbids Cait to see Vi again. They both cry themselves to sleep and Vander notices Vi’s change in mood after that, and asks her about it. she tells him everything and apologizes for lying and sneaking out but vander isnt upset, he hugs her and tells her theyre going to figure it out.
Vander decides to go talk to Cassandra at the next Piltover-Zaun event, Vi standing shyly behind Vander’s leg, Caitlyn standing straight next to Cassandra, both girls so excited to see each other again even tho its weird and awkward with their parents talking in front of them, Cassandra listens to Vander who’s putting on The Charm™️ and she eventually sighs and allows them to see each other bc she sees Vi isnt a menace
that day they both walk around Piltover, often almost holding hands but theyre too shy so they don’t, but Vi wants to show Cait she likes her but she doesnt know how to because they shouldnt and also because she doesnt know how to show love in a way that Caitlyn would understand. they walk around and its comfortably quiet this time, even tho theyre used to yapping and yapping for hours but this time they just want each other’s presence. at one point they walk through a tiny crowd and theres a small group of Zaunites laughing at them, at the contrast between their clothes and demeanors and they hear one of the boys call Caitlyn and a not-so-nice words like stuck up or worse, Vi isn’t even sure but she immediately knocks him down in one punch and Cait has absolutely no idea what to do or say but she then grabs Vi’s hand and they run away, when theyre safe away from that crowd, Caitlyn gets SOOO mad in her little british accent and Vi just sits, knuckles bloody, listening to Cait lecture her.
Eventually, cait calms down and looks down at Vi’s hands and sighs, starting to unwrap her bandages to check her wound muttering “You are such an idiot, Violet.” and Vi just smiles as Cait cleans her wounds.
bonus:
cait begging her mom to let her bring vi to one of the shooting tournaments and Vi joins and they have so much fun and cait lets vi try out her rifle and shes so bad and they laugh and caitlyn teaches her and theyre having a moment but cait’s parents interrupt and theyre blushing and being silly teenagers with a crush and they dont know how to deal with it. cait is definitely the one to fall first even tho she represses it bc vi is from zaun and thats not how she was raised, but she becomes closer with vi and vi realizes wayyyyy too late that she has a massive crush and also that cait is not being slick about it in the slightest. she talks about it with vander at the last drop she sits at the counter with her head in her hands like ughhhhhh i hate having a crush its so stupid and vander laughs
thank u for reading :))
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arcait · 1 year ago
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Caitvi breakup + reunion?
18+. brief, unsexy smut under the cut. also angst
1050 words
read it on ao3
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A breakup is like the girls’ separation that we see them go through in s1, but it’s worse. Because the thing between them isn’t unspoken now - there’s no denying the pain of it all, the intense longing both Cait and Vi feel. 
Cait tells herself Vi is being stubborn: she’s the one who broke it off, spouting an obvious lie about how she needs to focus on getting Powder back, on figuring out how to help everyone she knows in Zaun. Vi had said it like she was the one who cared about being part of a cause, not Cait. 
Cait knows Vi is headstrong, and won’t be the one to try to win Cait back. Maybe Vi convinced herself of what she told Cait because she felt like she was distracted, or she was embarrassed by constantly being in the presence of snobbish Piltover citizens. Vi’s pride can be annoying, but she’ll get over herself eventually. Once she does, Cait’s anger at the other girl will have passed, and then they can get through this. Just like they have before, sort of.
Cait has to tell herself this, because the alternative is too much. 
The alternative, of course, is that Vi realized how deep in with Cait she had not only allowed herself to become, but done so enthusiastically. If one day she woke up and got psyched out by her feelings, there is nothing Cait can do. She can’t wait out Vi’s fear like she can Vi’s… ego. 
Cait can only lie to herself so much. After a month, she elects to simply stop thinking of Vi. She scribbles out hastily written notes, listens to her parents more. She also makes herself finish again and again each night, even when it’s clear her body doesn’t care to. Cait ignores the sweat on her brow, the rawness of her entrance as she pushes her fingers further in and presses even harder on her clit. 
Cait was hardly a virgin when she met Vi, but the orgasms Vi had given her were unlike anything Cait had ever felt. And Cait is as loving as she is lovely, and she wanted to share everything with Vi, especially in the heat of the moment, and so she had told her that, and Vi had smirked and let her chest puff up with pride as she smirked and said okay cupcake, let’s see how many more you’ve got in you -
So Cait makes herself cum faster and more times than Vi ever had. It’s never as hard, but Cait doesn’t mind. Or she tries not to, at least. 
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Vi tries to numb herself after she does it, and finds it works way too well. 
She felt dirty after the fight with Cait. Guilty, like she had something wrong and was going to get in trouble. And that just pissed Vi off, because there’s no one around to scold her. She doesn’t have parents like Cait does, no one close enough to chastise or talk some sense into her. That’s probably why Vi was able to go through with what she did to Cait.
It makes Vi so, so upset that she always feels like she’s doing everything wrong. It’s such a fucking burden to carry around, and Vi doesn’t even know why she has it.
She wants it to disappear, that and the gaping feeling in her chest left behind by Cait, so she spends her time training. Vi punches the bags until her knuckles bleed through the wraps, and then she keeps going. She thinks it’ll make her tougher, strengthen her skin and condition her body into being more tolerant of the pain. That’s not what happens. Each day, without fail, Vi reaches a block, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t hit as hard as she does in a real fight.
Vi realizes the stakes must not be high enough, and she laughs bitterly. Aren’t the stakes always too high? Isn’t that why she left Caitlyn, alone in her bed wearing nothing but the set Vi had told her she liked? Isn’t that why Vi is so intent on reminding Jinx that she’s actually Powder?
Her hands are so bruised she can’t feel or move them properly. Vi becomes sluggish. Lazy.
After that, Vi tries a few times to go home with women she meets at bars. They all have dark hair, know their way around a weapon. But that numbness Vi thought she wanted so much has fully seeped in, and she can’t feel anything. It doesn’t bother Vi that she doesn’t get wet - it’s better not to, in fact, because the point of this is to remind herself that she has power, and can make someone shake underneath her. But everything is off. Vi can’t bring herself to pay enough attention to all these bodies, so she can’t tell what they like or when they’re close. Each night ends with Vi and the other girl unsatisfied and awkward.
Once or twice, Vi snakes her hand down her own pants. But nothing compares to the sheer intimacy she experienced with Cait, and Vi doesn’t think she deserves to feel that way after how she hurt Cait. Besides, she wants to prove to someone - even if it’s just herself - that she doesn’t need to feel good. Feeling good is a luxury. And luxuries aren’t for Vi. They’re for people like Cait. 
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It takes awhile for them to trust each other when they get back together. It isn’t pretty, it’s messy and imperfect and they fight more often than not. They’re apart five months, not long in the scheme of things, but it feels like they have to re learn everything. 
But they make it. Cait is somehow even more patient, and Vi makes it a mission of hers to be understanding. When Vi shows up in Piltover, Cait makes her swear that she will never leave her again, not a third time, because Cait doesn’t know what will happen to either of them if Vi walks away. 
And when Vi nods, Cait does something that she hasn’t does in five months.
She smiles. Exhausted and relieved, Cait thinks she might be happy. And then, she takes Vi’s hands. They’re more bruised than Cait remembers, but she couldn’t care less.
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yameoto · 6 months ago
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caitvi sandwich
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wives returning from war
tw; dom!caitlyn, dom!vi, f!reader, double penetration, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyfucking, pussyeating, blowjobs, overstimulation, 3some, sex if it was a competitive sport. wc; 1.8k
you are all they can think about. all fucking day. it’s a wonder they could've waited this long, really, to get home and fuck their sweet, sweet darling. by the time the door opens, they’re ready to jump your skin.
“baby,” vi gasps, bulging arms winding tight around your waist and seizing you—lifting you into the air like you weigh nothing more than a china doll. she kisses you, hard. then kisses you again, and again, and again; peppering down your jaw to your neck to your collar. they’re sloppy in their haste, nuzzling into your throat with a hefty amount of neediness.
seriously. you haven’t even put down your tea, yet.
“stop hogging her.” caitlyn complains, as she collapses back onto the couch. she angles her head upwards, and caitlyn kiramman does not pout—but the gleam of her doe-eyes is uncharacteristically sulky.
vi spins you around, much to your disgruntled (though, secretly pleased), “hey!” before she delightedly turns to caitlyn, smirking. “don’t tell me you’re jealous, little ms. dignitary.”
caitlyn scowls.
“you aren't the only person who’s missed her, you know.” she grouses, and vi just grins. “spread your legs, cupcake.”
there’s a beat in which caitlyn wearily glares, like, really? you’re ordering me around? though she concedes, legs unfolding from their elegant cross to fall open, wide and inviting.
vi promptly plops you into caitlyn’s lap.
caitlyn gasps, pupils darkening in an instant as her knees jerk upwards. she grunts, out loud, when your thighs shift—unintentionally—against her bulge. that’s all it takes, before silk is getting torn of your shoulders by pale hands, and vi is tugging the skin of your nape between her teeth, exhaling shakily against your ear. so. they were clearly on edge.
“been thinkin’ bout you all day, princess.”
“understatement.” caitlyn hisses, hips canting upwards to grind shamelessly up against your groin. oh, gods. she’s getting harder by the minute. “i seem to remember your descriptions on the ride home, vividly.”
“what can I say? it got you all hot and bothered.”
“with nowhere to take care of it.”
you swallow, cheeks hot. “do i get a say in this?”
“no. “no.” two voices resound at once, almost unintelligible with the way vi is biting into your shoulder and caitlyn has begun to ravish the expanse of your tits, like they both won’t be pleased until you leave, bruised and marked to oblivion.
hands seize your hips, flipping you easily—back onto the couch. you can’t tell whose. especially when your eyelids squeeze shut the moment a palm cups your quickly slickening cunt, rubbing over your panties.
“hah..”
“fuck. been dreamin’ bout this sweet pussy all day.” vi murmurs, hungrily, nose dragging up the insides of your thighs. she marks her way in furious nips, getting sloppier and sloppier; desperate to tongue her way to the prize.
“ha.” caitlyn’s voice is drill, yet amused. your eyes fly open when your legs are wrenched apart by large, veined hands, and vi grins up at you from between your legs.
your tea, is now unceremoniously spilled all over the floor, porclein in pieces. all in the name of seizing vi’s pink head of hair and smushing her up against your quickly soddening pussy, whining in need. she winks, the asshole, yanking silken underwear down in clumsy movements, and then her rough hands are clamping, spreading you wide open. she’s being beckoned by the heady scent of your cunt; tantalisingly all-consuming. her mouth is watering.
listen. vi wants to work you up—wants to take her time, relish each and every drop that coats your folds in that thickening glisten. it’s just—fuck, princess. d’you have to smell so goddamn good?
“can you not be patient?” caitlyn husks, and annoyance has never sounded so fucking sexy. “i’m trying to enjoy the view.” her legs have slid, to fit over your shoulders, and when your eyes flutter upwards; you’re greeted with the underside of her cock. it arcs above your head, obscuring most of your vision, and it’s enough to draw a needy little whine out of you, hips jerking upwards—right into vi’s waiting mouth.
that’s how it goes. her tongue drags, hot and flat against your swelling, puffy clit, before exhaling into your cunt like a little fucking tease before she dives in.
“who’s fuckin’ pussy is this?” vi growls, mouthing feverishly, one hand pre-occupied with jerking herself, furiously off, whilst the other slides two fingers, stretching you generously open.
“ah-ah—mm—yours.. ow—!
“ours.” caitlyn corrects, twisting your nipple sharply, in reprimand. it’s hard for her to be too mad, when you nose into the wedge of her thighs, apologetically, your hips shaking the couch—like a kitten nuzzling against an outstretched knuckle.
her gaze lowers, black and blue; and your lips part; glossy, plush, and absolutely begging for it. caitlyn can’t resist—her dick sliding its way into your open mouth.
you take her tip like a greedy thing, lips wrapping round and tongue slicking underneath, arching up for more.
“shit, darling.” caitlyn gasps, entire body shuddering, all around you. it takes everything in her not to throat-fuck you right then and there, nails digging into the fabric of the armrest, eyes rolling backwards as you nurse on her cock.
vi laughs, pleased and breathy. each tremor thrums straight to your core. her tongue swirls, panting; hot and heavy, as she pumps her fingers ever deeper, burrowing into your pussy like a woman starved. there are slurping noises, because she’s a messy fucking eater and there’s nothing she loves more than having you smeared all over her chin, her nose, her cheeks—as long as she’s salivating into your pussy. the searing coil in the pits of your stomach winds, tighter and hotter like a spring, overheating.
you can feel vi’s lips curling upwards with every clench of your thighs—hips spasming—bucking heedlessly into tongue. she fucks your head empty. in fact, all you can do is moan into caitlyn’s cock, and that sends shocks of pleasure trembling up caitlyn’s length to her spine; unable to resist pumping herself, deeper, into the warm, wet heat of your throat.
all of sudden, vi thrusts another finger inside, just as her tongue drags upwards and mouth sucks, hard on your clit. she curls, knuckles pulsing against your tight, tight walls. caitlyn seems to approve, because her slow, treacherously-shaky motions begin to stutter into frenetic jerks, breathing harsh. overwhelmed, you let out a mangled croon—back arching off the couch—pinned down two ways, by the cock in your throat and the tongue in your cunt—and promptly cum all over vi’s face.
vi licks it all up. glances upwards from between your legs, smug and pussydrunk, cum dripping from her lips. she makes a show of swiping it with her tongue, though you’re too spoiled by the warm aftershocks of pleasure wracking your body to do too much about it. caitlyn is still fucking you, trying her damndest to remain in control, but her restraint is slipping with every trickle of white that rolls down vi’s throat, and the way you tug her dick deeper into your mouth, like you were made for it.
all you can do, for the moment, is attempt to catch your breath—chest rising and falling in shallow pants as you suck on caitlyn’s cock, suctioning her in, weakly. her hips rock, and in the fuzzy whiteness that’s throbbing your brain you almost don’t realise vi is lifting up off the couch and fisting her own cock in her hands, until your pussy is being splayed open and—ah—fuck!
“hush, baby.” vi coos, almost in awe at the way your pussy gapes, loosened by her fingers and her tongue and wet, wet, wet with her saliva, your pleasure. it yawns open. takes the thick length of her girth so easily. she fucks back into you, smooth and languid, gently tracing fingers up your hips. you’re trembling in overstimulation, sensitive, sore. they always seem to find a way to leave you like that.
“look at you. takin’ me and cait so well.”
look at you, indeed. the outline of vi’s cock pumps in you, along with caitlyn’s own; one raised against your abdomen, the other down your throat. it has the two of them almost dizzy with arousal. vi buries herself inside you—fucking your aching walls in loose, hot drags; biceps tense in fighting the urge to not roughly slam you balls-deep and fuck you into the couch, like some wild animal—lest you choke on caitlyn’s dick. speaking of—
“oh, darling.” caitlyn shudders, as her balls tighten and her thighs clamp down, around you. “i think i’m—ah—“
at the last second, caitlyn jerks herself out from your mouth and aims. her load shoots out—a thick, white arc that splatters against vi’s tits and streams down her torso. there’s a viscous, glossy streak down the line of your body—like a bucket of paint knocked over.
caitlyn pants. vi ceases her motions, momentarily. glancing down at the mess, glistening down the ridges of her abdomen—and then back up at the woman, thighs locked around your head.
she smirks, chest heaving, hips still working. “wow.”
“oh, shut up.” caitlyn slurs, slumping against the armrest of the couch, temporarily satiated. her cock drizzles weakly, as she pumps it lazily in her hand, watching vi fuck you, gentle and slow—hand curling into your hair. her dick twitches.
“next time, you’re swallowing.”
a drop of leftover cum beads, down her length, and splashes on your lip. your tongue drags out, and it’s with a deliberate little arch, you lick it into your mouth. two, twinning inhales; sharp, and shaky. vi’s hips stutter. caitlyn’s eyes meet yours, dark.
oh, you’re not getting a wink of sleep, tonight.
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angelsforthenight · 6 months ago
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arcane women nsfw headcanons
(vi, caitlyn, sevika, ambessa)
cw: 18+, overstimulation, brief mention of bdsm, choking, spit, i talk about both topping and bottoming with each characters.
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vi:
when topping: eats it for her own pleasure: meaning she can have her face buried in between your thighs for hours and hours on end, pushing you back down onto the bed whenever you’d try lift yourself up and get away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure. service top when she’s in a good mood, sure — she’d be obsessed with your sounds, the way your walls would flutter around her. it would be making love rather than sex: sweet and tender. but when she isn’t in a good mood? she’d be selfish and greedy. more focused on her own pleasure than yours. her stroke game would be Crazy… ?!?? fast and rough as fuck. like let us breathe, damn!
when bottoming: a shameless MOANER!!! vocal as fuck obviously. she drools, whining in frustration when she doesn’t get what she wants. loves to arch her back. she’d have sensitive ass nipple piercings that would drive her insane if you touched them, crying out if you’d flick your tongue against them. pants like a bitch and breathlessly begs to cum hehehehe
caitlyn:
when topping: would treat you as if you were a fucking science experiment, meaning she’d explore what would stimulate you the most and push you to extreme lengths to see what would truly break you. murmuring ‘ah…’s and humming to herself in fascination when she clocks your reactions, what would make you squirm and twitch like crazy. she’d be pretty cruel, not giving a fuck if you’d start crying. a little ‘poor baby’ would suffice. a freakaleek…. bdsm would go WILDDDD with her, and you wouldn’t expect it too; the way she carries herself so humbly in public.
when bottoming: heavy breather until you’re, like, three rounds in… that’s when the whining and the drawled moans and whimpers start to come out full throttle. power bottom, would communicate if she wanted you to keep doing what you’re doing. “just like that, don’t stop…” would lace her fingers through your hair if you were eating her out, gripping it tightly if the pleasure was truly messing her uppppp! not only your hair, her hands would find purchase in anything to hold on to if you were fucking her good, good.
sevika:
when topping: ohhh this bitch likes to taunt… i mean, taunt taunt you. she’s so teasing, laughing at the helpless look on your face. she’d force you to look up at her, make eye contact as she’s fucking you senseless. would play coy when she’d stop just as you were on the brink of releasing, “oh? is something wrong?” would gently yet patronisingly shush you if you started to cry. oh my fucking god and the smearing??? she would spit on your already weeping pussy and spread it with her fingers, mixing it with your arousal. shit, she’d make you suck her fingers before smearing it all over your face, especially if your face was already wet with tears. she’d love squishing your face, giving it a playful shake whilst knowing you were on the brink of passing out. PET NAMES!!!! bunny, baby, princess, sweetheart would not fail to leave her lips. good at hiding how pathetic she really is, except when she’s eating the fuck out of your pussy, being so driven by your sounds and the way you taste that she’d cum without even being touched.
when bottoming: professional hip buckler. so fucking stupid. you’d see a completely different side to the sevika she usually presents herself as, being a needy and whining mess instead: eyes rolling to the back of her head. loves being overstimulated, babbling words like ‘yesyesyes’ that slur together. if you’d choke her, you’d be able to visibly see her brain kick down a few gears; the foggy eyes, arched eyebrows and slack jaw combo would be sososo cute :(( would nod along like a bobble-head to anything you’d tell or ask her to do, with her lil puppy eyes too. maybe a little bit of a masochist,,,,, shhhhhh
ambessa:
when topping: oh ambessa would know how to FUCK. it would be so easy for her to find your sweet spots, and she’d be vigilant like a hawk about it. she’d hit your g-spot consistently, her movements precise and efficient. she’d enjoy your shyness, your struggle with looking at her in the eye: finding it adorable. would talk you through your orgasm. sweet voice whispering praises in your ear as you teetered on the edge of a searing climax. your waist would be her favourite thing to hold on to, especially if she’s giving you back-shots. her lips would be rested in a satisfied smile throughout the entire thing.
when bottoming: hmmmmm i feel like bottoming would kind of be an extension to her topping, meaning she wouldn’t be a bottom 😭 ambessa is such a dominant, powerful character that it’s quite hard to imagine her as submissive. so she’d just let you pleasure her once in a while, praising you as you’d lap up her juices like a dog, fuelling you to do more. her moans would come from her throat, face falling a little if it felt a little too good.
a/n: fofmfhskejfnsjwjdnnwjw something small whilst i cook up a long abby fic. (i miss writing long story fics🙁) lmk ur nsfw headcanons ab these characters >3<
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trappolia · 7 months ago
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caitvi with a girlfriend who loves shopping a little too much.
even disregarding vi's upbringing, her personality and priorities don't exactly call for her to fawn over the latest fashion trends. dolls and trinkets and other collectible items are something she can't grasp either. she has her emotional support bunny, what else could she want?
caitlyn may be of a more prestigious upbringing than either of you, but her status as a piltovian scion has also granted her the privilege of realising that not all fineries are exactly comfortable, or even necessary. she has more clothes in her closet that she knows what to do with, some of the styles are which are just a bit too… much for her. she has her own style and preferences, and she very much prefers to stick to them.
you, on the other hand, are completely different from your two lovers. raised in that space between the "best" of the undercity and the "worst" of topside, you were that little girl all bright-eyed and dreaming of wearing princess gowns, satiated only by your parent's promises of "we'll get you those pretty dresses when we have some extra money, my love."
you never did, really— get that extra money, you mean. it was never your family's fault, of course. even when you lived so close to the bridge, you were still considered to be citizens of the undercity, and life was hard. you learned to put your craving for designer clothes on the backburner, learned your way around a needle and a thread to fashion your own image of your wardrobe— and, later when you meet vi, to patch up the tears on her clothes.
vi is a darling girlfriend, who rebuffs your attempts to dress her up with gifts of fabric bought with the coin from her own pockets. she wants to give you more, she truly does, but prices for proper rolls of fabric are steep and hard to come by down in the undercity. it's not until caitlyn comes along, with the extra money to fund an entire wardrobe for you and then some, that your dreams as a child are finally come true, with not just one, but two generous girlfriends to boot.
caitlyn may not know the ins and outs of the fashion district of piltover, but her family has a private tailor that caitlyn commissions much more often when you and vi finally move into the kiramman estate. the two women are often content enough to sit back and watch as you fawn over the designs offered to you, occasionally giving input to the designer; cait sometimes recommends certain fabrics that she thinks will move about your frame much more smoothly, and vi learns to give in her five cents whenever she has something she'd like to see you in.
they even indulge you when you huff and puff about "window shopping being a part of the experience!" the fashion district becomes a common part of your dates together, and the three of you make quite a sight: the leader of house kiramman looking fond as she points out her mother's favourite shop to you, while vi balances an absurd amount of shopping bags in one hand, the other wrapped firmly around your waist.
it's never actually acknowledged, but watching you show off your pretty little outfits becomes the staple of caitlyn and vi's day. whether you've returned from an impromptu shopping trip and want to show them your latest purchases or they've just woken up and you want them to give their five cents on your outfit choices for the day, it brings them so much joy to watch you twirl around like a little princess— just like your dream come true.
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horror-sapphic · 4 months ago
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Can you write a g!p Ambessa too pls🥺
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I don’t write for her but I will this once for you!! :)
Lowkey not my best
Summary; Drabble of g!p Ambessa fucking you while having you in a headlock until you pass out(and not stopping) >•<
Cw; smut, dubcon
Sorry for any errors, this is not edited!
You knew you couldn’t get away with teasing your wife all day without punishment. In fact, you were counting on it.
But you weren’t counting on this.
Her wrapping her bicep around your neck, adding more and more pressure on your throat with every heavy thrust she musters up from behind you.
Slapping her hips against your flushed ass cheeks while she pounds your slick cunt, practically splitting it with the thickness of her cock.
“Mhmm baby I can’t bre- uhfuck” you whimper out, barely able to finish that sentence as her grip tightens even more.
“Quiet” she spits, her voice thick and heavy by your ears. The warmness from the pressure applied on your throat spreads until it reaches the top of your skull, your face going pink as she speeds her thrusting up.
“Fuck mhm yess” she moans with a smile, watching your eyes begin to roll over before you go slump in her arms, your pussy still warm and dripping as she continues to fuck you while you’re unconscious. Your head bobbling aimlessly in her grip from the sheer power behind Ambessa’s relentless drilling, “Still so- fucking wet” she mewls.
“So good for me, letting me have your pussy even though you can’t enjoy it” she teases, letting her grip on you go while she chases her orgasm.
The feeling of her hard cock slipping in and out of you at this hard pace with the fact that you’re laying under her stiff makes her twitch inside of you. She lays on top of you to go even deeper inside of your aching cunt. “Mhm so close” she moans, speeding her pace up.
Getting lost in the sound of how wet you still are for her, ‘fucking slut’ she thinks to herself. “uhh fuck” she whines with one final thrust, filling your pussy up with her load. Rutting her hips against you a few more times to make sure you’re filled to the brim, breeding you.
“Sooo good for me” she breathes out before slowly pulling out of you to spread your ass apart, watching her cum spill out of you.
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shitpostingsapphic · 6 months ago
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I'm imagining a world where it's the alternate AU and Zaun is in a good condition, the two cities are at peace. But Vi didn't die (and assuming the explosion also killed Caitlyn in that AU, Caitlyn is also alive). The council bans Jayce's experiments/practice of hextech and is deemed to be the cause of what happened. Vi and Caitlyn meet due to incurring injuries from the explosion and are sat next to each other in the infirmary. Because Vi was closer to it, she suffers worse injuries and is in for longer, and Caitlyn comes to see her as she recovers. When Vi is well enough to go home, Caitlyn gives her a bouquet of violets and shyly remarks, "They remind me of you." They part ways and are always in each other's minds.
Later, when they're grown, they meet again at the inventor's competition. Jayce may have been banned from practicing hextech, but he still works on inventions, having still met Viktor when he came to investigate the crime scene as he did in the original AU, thus not killing himself due to Viktor's intervention and belief in his intellect. So Jayce is participating in the competition and Caitlyn visits to support him. Vi is also there to support Powder and Ekko and her brothers with their work. They meet eyes from across the room and it's like they're teenagers again. Dancing around each other and secretly wanting more. It doesn't need to be asked if they remember each other. They do.
Vi observes that Caitlyn is now taller than her, her legs going on for miles, and Caitlyn can't stop staring at the scars on her face that she's gained from various boxing matches. As teenagers, their pull to one another was innocent and longing and curious. Now, as adults, they attract each other like magnets, and that attraction is deeper, warmer, less shy and more inquisitive and demanding.
Caitlyn kisses her in the alleyway outside where the competition is taking place. Just like every other universe, they always find a way to each other so they can be together.
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kibbyy · 5 months ago
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what do you think cait thought about jayce disappearing?
do you think she understood when she realized viktor was gone too? do you think she hopes the two just ran away from it all together? or is she too pragmatic and accepts jayce is dead (i’m a “they woke up in an au found a cabin and lived happily ever after” truther to cope)
how long do you think she waited for him to come home? what do you think she told his mother? i feel like cait would have told ximena he died fighting to save them and succeeded but cait deep down would always wonder exactly what happened.
i’ve just really been thinking about jayce and caitlyn and what we missed out seeing about their relationship because arcane wanted to squeeze like 3 seasons worth of content EASY into one season.
i’ve always loved caitlyn even with the flaws she has, she had me by the neck ever since i saw her following jayce back to his apartment right before it blew up. she was too cute i swear. then the brothel scene with her and vi sealed the deal.
at least vi and cait had each other for comfort after losing their siblings? another thing in common? 😭
arcane i need answers i beg
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centaur-dreaming · 1 year ago
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All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it
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khazzman · 7 months ago
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Caitlyn and Vi do not have a big wedding. Who would they invite? Vi has no more family and Caitlyn only has her father, and he has stayed in the countryside ever since the death of his wife. Ekko might come if Vi begged, but he wouldn't stay long, not in Piltover, and not around Caitlyn. Jayce and Viktor are gone. Mel is far away in Noxus and if Ekko knows where Heimerdinger is, he does not say.
And so, one day, when the sun is shining and the sky is as blue as Caitlyn's eye, the two of them dress in their finest and walk to the council building. The clerk, a mousy looking woman with delicate spectacles, marries them in a short ceremony. They sign their names upon the certificate and go home, as Caitlyn and Vi Kiramman.
Only when they get home do they kiss and cry, sharing the gentlest of touches and the sweetest of words. Despite what they might have thought, they don't rush to the bedroom to make love as spouses. They've made love dozens of times before. Instead, now they simply share a quiet evening together. They cook, they eat, they share a glass of wine in front of the fire.
Caitlyn reads aloud from one of her favorite poetry books. Vi mocks the ones she fines pretentious but holds back tears from the ones that hit close to home. And then, for an hour or two they just stare into the crackling fire, talking in quiet voices of things meant only for each other.
As the clock on the mantle piece strikes out midnight, they put the wine away and put out the fire. Only then does Vi whisk her wife up into her arms and carry her up the stairs to their bedroom. The strip each other slowly and tenderly, hands tracing curves, muscles, veins, and scars, admiring all the way.
Then the cuddle under the blankets, Cait's head in the crook of Vi's neck, her muscled arm wrapped about her. And though the next morning will begin with rapturous and passionate lovemaking, that night is one for quiet and reflection. They simply savor each other's presence, the slow breathing, the quiet sighs, the barely felt kisses on skin and hair.
They do not have a big wedding, but both were there. And for them, that is enough.
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mouthsfullofsharpteeth · 7 months ago
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So i have some thoughts on Pit Fighter Vi. We have all seen the reoccurring joke about Vi turning to pit fighting after her and caitlyn’s break up
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But honestly? I dont really agree with the point being made here. To say that she did all that only because of caitlyn is really…well. Caitlyn was the one to get her out of Stillwater. Caitlyn was with her CONSTANTLY as she found out that Powder was now Jinx and to see what had happened to Zaun, to help her cope with Powder being Jinx- they were together 24/7. And they were also falling for each other.
I think its safe to say, that while Vi’s feelings for Caitlyn were of course legitimate, Caitlyn also posed as a exceptional way for Vi to not think about her EXTENSIVE trauma.
To recap all the shit Vi had to deal with, and literally no time to breathe in between: Vanders capture, Vander’s death, Mylo and Claggor’s death, Powder being at fault for their death, Vi’s arrest, SEVEN YEARS OF PRISON THAT LANDED HER IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, seeing Zaun has crumbled to shimmer and Silco has taken over, Powder works for Silco, Powder is Jinx, Jinx kidnaps Caitlyn, Jinx blows up the capital and kills Caitlyn’s mother, Caitlyn crashes out-
And then.
Then Caitlyn leaves Vi. And for the first time in over seven years, Vi has nothing. Nobody. In prison, at least she had a roof over her head. At least she got at least one meal a day, probably. She hasn’t been on her own since she was a young teen, and even that wasn’t on her own at all. And now Vi is a young woman, with absolutely nothing left.
Nothing but time to herself and time to think.
So I think to pin Vi’s fighting, alcoholism, self destructive months on Caitlyn is honestly underplaying everything Vi went through. This is not because of Caitlyn. This is because Vi has literally not had even a second to process what she has been through, and so the moment she finally starts, she immediately turns to an escape the only way she knows how to. The only thing she has is her fighting, and if she can still hit straight while absolutely wasted, then she doesn’t need to think about Powder and Caitlyn and Jinx and Powder and Vander and Powder.
I havent seen this anywhere else, so if someones already voiced something similar then point me in their direction because i would LOVE to read it as well.
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yameoto · 7 months ago
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butch pussy + femme cock = using you
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tw; free-use, somno, cnc, morning sex, butchpussy (vi) femmecock (cait), implied bratty!reader. wc; 1.2k
vi and caitlyn linger at the doorway, to your shared bedroom. patrols are a bitch—and it is not always that they can get home, early. it's never been a problem exactly. except—
“ah..” vi’s mouth waters.
dawn crawls on the horizon. its heralding light seeps in through gossamer curtains, spilling out to bask your sleeping form in an unmitigated glow. your very nude, sleeping form. as if teasing them—you let out the most adorable yawn, in the midst of sleep. your leg curls upwards, covers slipping off.
caitlyn swallows, hard.
the two of them are immediately seized with an irrational jealousy for being so robbed from witnessing you, like this. “since when does she sleep naked?” “suppose it’s hot nowadays.” caitlyn answers airly, as if her nails aren't digging into the heel of her palm and the tent in her trousers' isn't stiffening. urgently. since when did she have the libido of a teenage boy? vi elbows her, voice teasing—if not equally as hoarse. “cupcake. you’re packing.”
"like you're not thinking the same." caitlyn scoffs, and vi can't argue with that. she is thinking the same. if the same, is the idea of hovering over your blissfully relaxed figure, splayed out on the bedspread. tearing off her pants and—
“..perhaps, we could.. indulge.”
“oh, baby. you read my mind.”
you wake, to a burning in your lungs, and your cunt. there's a stuffy headiness enveloping your head, something hot and wet and slippery pressing up against your chin. you open your mouth, only half-consciously, when your tongue meets salt and your eyelids flicker open in sleepy befuddlement. heat, and muscular thighs clamp down on either side of your head. a rough hand twists in your hair.
vi jerks you tongue-first into her cunt. your, whatthefuckisgoingon??? comes out more like; "mmrmgh?”
"poor baby. can't breathe, huh?" vi only shoves you deeper up the wedge of her thighs, your nose burrowed into the curls of her hot-pink bush and mouth at her sopping pussy. "oh, right there, princess."
she hisses, wresting you by the hair and rubbing her slickened folds against your face. your hands are scrambling at the mattress, each and every attempt at speech muffled by the squeezing of vi's legs. she pants in pleasure, as you pant in need, into her pussy—choked out by the sheer force of which vi's thighs are coiled around your head. she eases up, just enough for you to wriggle your mouth to gasp for air, and release a breathy, plaintive whine—eyes sleep-glazed and blinking hard, trying to get your bearings. c'mon, now—get with it; you're being suffocated by your girlfriend's pussy. not four AM on a workday and your chin is coated with slick. vi lets out a petulantly dissatisfied noise when you're gulping air for too long—shoving your head back down with a low growl. "don't—hah—you fuckin' stop."
you're so preoccupied with trying to breathe, head spinning, cogs whirring at a slow, slow pace as it attempts to process the fact you're gasping into your girlfriend's pussy; you almost don't realise the burning in your belly has rescinded to a low simmer. mistake.
"don't tell me you forgot about me, darling." like caitlyn can sense your distraction, there is a blinding jolt of lightning that crackles through your body as she gives you an idle jerk. something twitches, and you realise, belatedly, there is a cock inside of you. you tense up, and your walls clench. caitlyn's moan is dizzying.
"ah—ah.. fuck, sweetheart. you feel almost as good as you did, before."
vi presses up flush against your face, groaning as she rocks, grinding picking up the pace. of course, the tighter she holds, the less you can breathe, and your limbs jerk, fingers fisting into the sheets.
"stop squirming. you're only going to make it worse." caitlyn's pace is leisurely, manicured nails pinching either side of your hips. she rolls her hips forward, teeth biting down at her bottom lip. "it's a shame. you made such a good cocksleeve. all relaxed. pliant." 
it feels wrong to hear words so vulgar rolling off her silken tongue, so casually, so early-in-the-fucking-morning, as if you haven't heard filthier come out of her mouth. the shock of it is wearing, giving way to the blazing warmth that so throbs in your pussy that you can't believe you hadn't noticed. though perhaps, that was the whole point.
"you didn't expect me to wait my turn, did you?" oh, caitlyn is definitely smirking. you can hear the smug undercurrent in her voice; even if you can't see a thing, other than the swollen nub of vi's clit and the hastily-cut bristles of her bush as she gets off, chest rising and falling in shallowing breaths. caitlyn, however, is still only working in idle, languid pumps. like she's savouring your sleep-ridden compliancy; how you are, for once, thoroughly silenced by the clench of vi's pussy and vice of her thighs.
"you—mm—do look pretty when you shut up." vi gasps out, and you can feel her cunt pulsing around you, you want to whine, grumble, protest—anything—but the press of your lips only spurs her on, the hand in your hair yanking you deeper. vi's breaths stutter, tensing. "..shit." vi cums, her weight on your chest shifting, smushing you against the mattress as she squirts, right down your throat. caitlyn barely moves, content to, apparently, continue using you as her personal cocksleeve as vi humps out her orgasm against your face, milky fluid and your own saliva—from having nowhere to go—completely immersed in heat. caitlyn's thrusts are lazy, and vi's grinding vigorous. your chest is tight, thoughts almost nothing in your light-headedness, mindlessly gaping open and simply taking it.
the second vi collapses, thighs finally, finally lifting off your shoulders—caitlyn rams her cock into you. no longer muffled by vi's cunt (though, her cum still dribbling out from your lips), you cry out. you really can't catch a break, can you?
"shh." caitlyn commands, and now, you can see her eyes flicker up at you in annoyance, though beneath the gaze—gleams amusement. she slides herself in, deep, and your own hips rise in instinctive reaction, whimpering, lungs all used up.
you manage to do as caitlyn says, and shut up, chests heaving as you needily gulp in the mercy of fresh air. vi's large hands skim your bare chest, circling your nipples, thumb swiping underneath your breasts. "easy," she husks, voice gravelly, as if you have the energy to go anything but. or perhaps, she's talking to caitlyn. you can't tell, because caitlyn is certainly not going easy—and you are paying the price. in fact, she's begun to jam her hips with vicious force, pace vigorous—pulling out, ever-so-slow, before plunging back in again. there is no longer any restraint; as if she has held herself back, enough, and deserves this. to plow your pussy and drink in each and every broken gasp it elicits.
she thrusts, particularly brutal. you gasp—throat raw—and you unspool all over her cock, body betraying you. caitlyn's pupils dilate, just like that, at the sight of your cum oozing out in thick, creamy bursts around her base, with each slam of her body—has her head falling back, throat baring. her hips falter, before she drives inside you, harsh and hard—one last time—and paints your insides sticky.
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emilywaters · 3 months ago
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"I don't know anything about you anymore. And you know too much about me. Tell me, what do you want me to do? Just give me the book."
"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to say. Just give me the book. Then I'll leave and you can forget everything you know about me and then we'll both be strangers again."
"I don't want to do that."
"I need to pull this knife out; you are killing me too slowly. Please just let me have the peace of leaving!"
"I don't want you to leave."
"Please, just give me the book."
"No, I don't want you to leave."
"You did what you wanted. Why do you think we're here? The least you can do is let me do what I want this once."
"I don't want you to leave."
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Keep the book. Do whatever you want. Go find someone new to screw over. I'm done."
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thereyoflights · 6 months ago
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29 for the caitvi ficlet pls
29. sweat
cw for implied sex
When Caitlyn wakes up, Vi is gone, her side of the bed long gone cold.
Darkness hangs over Piltover past Caitlyn’s window, so she figures it’s the early hours of the morning. Her bare feet meet cold tile as she rises out of bed, and she wraps a robe around herself as she slips into the hall. Her father is never up this time of day, but she’d rather not risk being seen half-naked when he knows she’s been sharing a bed with her girlfriend.
There aren't many places for Vi to disappear to in the Kiramman mansion.
Caitlyn settles on her best guess.
She finds Vi in the doorway of the gym room, using her arms to lift her head over the pull-up bar secured in the frame. She’d broken the header off and fallen on her ass twice before Caitlyn was able to get it installed, much to her dismay, but she can appreciate it now. Especially the view.
Vi is only wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, leaving the majority of her tattoo on display. The defined lines of her arms deepen as she pulls herself up over the bar once, then again and again. Sweat glistens across her skin, beaded in some places and streaking down paths of moisture in others.
Caitlyn’s mouth waters at the sight.
Vi seems to notice her presence then, stormy gray eyes falling to meet hers. Her arms go slack on the bar before she lets go and lands on her feet. “Cait,” she says, “hi.”
“Hi,” Caitlyn greets. “You weren’t in bed.”
“Sorry,” Vi says. “Just had to get my mind off things.”
Caitlyn nods with a hum. She’d figured as much. Vi never leaves bed without her unless she’s tossing and turning, unless she’s thinking too much for her own good. Working her body to its limit was the only thing that seemed to help — well, that and… other equally physically demanding things. The thought tugs at Caitlyn’s gut, desire thrumming deep in her veins.
Caitlyn hides her blush in Vi’s neck. She smells like sweat and leather and chalk, and it’s all so undeniably Vi that she feels intoxicated with it. But Vi’s body feels tense against hers, and it tells Caitlyn everything she needs to know: her mind has been on overdrive.
“Did it help?” she asks, anyway.
Vi shakes her head. “Not really.”
Next best thing, then, Caitlyn decides.
She flicks her tongue out along Vi’s sweat-slicked neck, salt bursting on her tastebuds, and Vi gasps. Vi’s body shudders against hers, then loosens, and Caitlyn smiles against her skin, victorious. “Maybe I can help, then?” she prompts, voice low.
“Yeah,” Vi says, already breathless. “Maybe you can.”
Send me a number
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stinkbuggy · 6 months ago
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maybe toxic CaitVi + Maddie 🤨
I promise this isn't entirely enemy territory, I dislike Maddie's actions just as much as the next person does but I saw a slideshow on TikTok about Maddie being shared between the two like a doll.
Cait is leaned up against the headboard of her large bed, fully clothed still while holding Maddie down by her hips, keeping the Junior Officer in place as Vi fucks out her frustrations of the day. Maddie's head falls back against Cait's shoulder as she whines in pleasure from Vi pressing her into a new position, "You like that huh baby face?" Vi would ask mockingly while Caitlyns hand snakes down to rub Maddie's clit harshly to push her over the edge.
After Maddie was thoroughly fucked the pink and blue pair would leave her in a guest bedroom while they showered and went to bed, not really acknowledging the younger scot until the next time they need her.
AN: might write more of this, Jaybe
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shitpostingsapphic · 6 months ago
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Caitvi headcanons
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I've done a lot of serious arcane character analysis the past few days and now I want to take a break from that and do some cute fun little headcanons for caitvi. Let me know if you like them and if I should do more 🥰🥰
The first section will be SFW, I'll mark the NSFW so if you'd like to avoid that you can ❤️
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Caitlyn always wakes up first. It's a habit she's never outgrown from her time as Commander. Though she no longer suffers from the insomnia she incurred during that time, she still finds herself waking just before sunrise. And it's her favorite time of day, because as the streams of sunlight begin to come in through the window, she gets to watch as they rest on Vi's face and hair, making the pink of her hair glow closer to red. She gets to watch her breath stir the ends of it. Caitlyn also secretly likes the way Vi smells in the morning--a bit musty, a bit like the soap she uses to bathe in before bed. And if she scoots a bit closer to Vi in order to inhale that smell, well, no one is around to watch
Vi, in contrast, is an incredibly heavy and late sleeper. It's nearly lunch when she wakes, now that she's fully settled into her domestic life. And because of this, she's also the last to fall asleep at night. Often, after their *ahem* escapades, Caitlyn is out like a light, and Vi likes to cling to her and look up in her face, almost disbelieving that this beautiful creature is hers, that they are both alive and that she is indeed skin to skin with the woman she loves. So close they almost share a heartbeat.
Caitlyn is stronger than she looks, and she takes great joy in picking Vi up via fireman's carry to tease her. She especially takes pleasure in it because, despite the half hearted protests that Vi emits, she'll always make a remark along the lines of "well at least I have a great view of your ass from here, cait" or "it IS kind of sexy that you're strong enough to pick me up like this".
Vi's picked up cooking now that her life has settled down. It's no Jericho's, in her opinion, but it always brings Caitlyn into the kitchen with a smile, asking what's for dinner this time, as she comes up behind Vi and wraps her arms around her waist, so she figures her cooking can't be too bad.
Caitlyn harbors some insecurity about her worth in regards to Vi for a very long time. She feels as if she won't ever deserve Vi's love after what she's done. This feeling is always magnified on days when the resentment from the Zaunite public makes its way to the Kiramman household via news or telegram or word from the council. Caitlyn withdraws on these days, being short and irritable with Vi. Ever patient, Vi will sit with her, brush her hair away from her face, and kiss her over her eyepatch. "Enough wallowing," she teases. "You're stuck with me, yeah?"
Caitlyn would own a Doberman. No I won't budge on this.
Vi is low-key scared of the Doberman, but the dog doesn't care, and tries to give Vi kisses whenever possible. Vi eventually warms up to said Doberman and calls it her baby.
There is always a vase of violets in their home, at the insistence of Caitlyn.
They both have a shared love language of touch. Oftentimes they communicate through touch. During a fight, Vi will reach out her hand and brush her fingertips against the back of Caitlyn's hand and she'll instantly soften, turning her hand over and entwining their fingers. This makes apologies flow easier.
On that note, Caitlyn loves to brush her fingers through Vi's hair, scratching at the buzzed part on the side of her head. She also brushes Vi's hair often, something Vi has never experienced due to it being so short her whole life. It's a simple pleasure she isn't used to but makes her feel safe and cared for.
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I've seen a lot of headcanons where Vi has some sort of sexual dysfunction or hesitation to touching and/or being touched, and as someone who experiences a level of this, I don't see it. Me personally, I think sex is very freeing and healing to Vi, especially with Caitlyn. After their first time, she really can't get enough of her. Of course, after they've both been given time to heal from their internal and external wounds incurred from the battle of Piltover.
On that note, any opportunity for Caitlyn to develop an insecurity related to her scarred/lost eye is squashed due to Vi never giving her reason to feel undesirable. Vi is adamant about expressing her undying attraction and desire to Caitlyn, and so Caitlyn never feels shy about her eye when they have sex, whether the eyepatch is on or not.
She does ask about it, though, but only once. Vi answers her very seriously at first, by saying "You're alive, that makes you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Followed by a smirk and dumb quip something along the lines of "Plus it'll be great for some pirate roleplay."
Service top vi x power bottom caitlyn is canon, but it's not the only dynamic they indulge in.
They make use of the handcuffs. And the spitting. Really they just roleplay that scenario a lot, switching roles depending on their mood.
The first time Caitlyn asked Vi to spit on her again, Vi couldn't stop herself from laughing incredulously. "Didn't know it turned you on that bad. Really?" "Oh shut up, Violet. I was this close to blowing our cover because of you."
Once the initial shock of it has passed, though, it becomes a bit too fun for Vi to indulge Caitlyn and watch as her eyes go glassy.
The first time Caitlyn strapped Vi, her depth perception due to her lost eye worked against her, and instead of sliding home successfully, she missed entirely and fell on top of Vi, which resulted in the both of them laughing. It's something Vi has yet to let Caitlyn live down.
Sex in general is very silly and indulgent and teasing with them. A stark contrast to the very serious and morose and uncertain environment around them. It's freeing, as I stated before. They're free to feel pure joy with each other and it shows up most while they're having sex.
They never have sex angry. It's a safe space for the both of them, and it's never not done in a good headspace.
Vi certified munch is canon
Cait is also a certified munch. Her favorite way to do so is to have Vi ride her face because from there, Vi takes what she wants, and she finds it very cathartic to do that for Vi, to give her a place to take her pleasure and not feel shame.
Caitlyn didn't know she had a hand kink before Vi but apparently she does, but really, can she help herself when now she knows what it feels like to have three of those large fingers inside her?
Caitlyn leans more dominant in the bedroom, but for some reason it's when Vi is fucking her with those fingers, she gets a bit subby, begs a bit more, accepts gladly when Vi presents those fingers to Caitlyn for her to suck off her own cum.
Let me know if you guys would like to see more! 🥰
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