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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝

[dailycaitvi]

[unwri-ten]

[sparklicious516]

Hot take but I think in an Arcane medieval AU Caitlyn would be the knight, not a princess.

Also Vi might be a criminal who ends up in the dungeons

[silkangelkisses]

[dailycaitvi]

[dailycaitvi]

[arcane-incorrect-quotes]

The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword Vi: Rude. Caitlyn: Not again. Jinx: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

[sparklicious516]

they kill you when you turn 18 btw

[sparklicious516]

Vi x f!reader

wc: 775

cw: masturbation, phone sex, sub!vi

You sat at your vanity, music playing in the background and your phone propped up by the mirror. Vi watched intently through the screen as you rambled absentmindedly about your day. Things like who pissed you off, a cute dress you saw while window shopping, etc. Probably. It’s not like Vi could summarize anything you had said to her. Not when she was focused solely on the sound of your voice, or the way your fingers looked wrapped around the makeup brush you delicately painted your face with. Every movement had her mesmerized. “…So I don’t know what the hell he was thinking,” you said. You paused for feedback that never came. “Are you listening, Vi?” You heard her bedsheets rustle as she startled back to attention. “Yeah, of course,” she lied. You rolled your eyes dismissively. “Whatever. Anyway, I obviously had to say something…” you started, your words falling on deaf ears. Vi watched you intensively, noticing the way your head subconsciously moved with music and how your fingers fumbled with the mascara wand. Her own fingers toyed around her boxers, slipping under the waistband as you laughed softly. She zoned out to the sound of your voice, shifting her camera angle so that you couldn’t see anything below her face. You said her name in passing and she dipped a finger into herself, biting her lip to suppress a sigh. You hadn’t noticed anything, still concentrated on getting your makeup done. “...but I guess I don’t even care,” you continued; who knows about what. You cursed under your breath when you dropped something on your floor, but what stole your attention was a soft gasp from Vi. Her expression was tense, you noticed, her eyebrows furrowed and her gaze unfocused. “You alright?” You questioned, cocking your head to look at her. She moved her camera again so now only half her face showed.

“Hm? I’m fine,” she said, her words rushed like she knew if she left her mouth open for too long something else might slip out. You leaned forward to get a closer look and her gaze trailed down. “Violet?” You beckoned.

“Mhm..?”

“Are you masturbating?”

A second of silence sat heavy in the air. “No,” she said, but she looked away from you. “Yes, you totally are,” you taunted, giggling playfully. “That’s disgusting.”

She let out a shaky sigh, only barely audible across the phone. “Yeah?” She muttered. She should have been embarrassed. She should have been ashamed of being caught and she could've hung up. Instead, she inserted another finger.

None of this went unnoticed by you. "What, you like that?" you mocked. You leaned onto your vanity, the task of applying your makeup completely abandoned.

A soft chuckle slipped between her breathless moans. "Well, you sure seem to." Her fingered faltered under your scrutiny, unlike her gaze which never once left you.

You hummed decidedly. "Turn the camera around."

Her breath hitched. "What?" Vi's cheeks reddened, her lashes fluttering pathetically.

"Do it or I'll hang up."

She paused, her thumb hovering over the button to switch cameras. She could still preserve her dignity. But she doesn't, instead complying with your perverted demand.

Her video shakes for a second while she adjusts her grip. When she steadies, you gain a clear view of her slender fingers playing with herself. Thick, pink pubes trail all the way up her lower stomach and her fingertips are coated in slick.

"There she is," you whisper mockingly, and Vi's hips buck. You can't help the way your thighs clench, resisting the temptation to join her. You reached to where your phone was propped and turned up the volume. Instantly her hushed moans fill the air.

Her fingers plunge unashamedly in and out of her wet hole. Vi murmurs your name under her breath, her eyes presumably still locked on your face. Your hand comes to cover your mouth, concealing a depraved grin at her disheveled state.

A sigh leaves her as she visibly shudders. "I'm gonna cum," she says, more so as a request for permission than a warning.

You wait a beat before responding, dragging out her impending orgasm.

"Hm," you hum approvingly. "Go ahead." And she does, rather dramatically.

She moans, a whimper catching in her throat. Her fingers stiffened but her pace didn't falter. "So fuckin' pretty," you whisper, almost undetectable, and she whines like a bitch in heat. After what feels like an eternity, her orgasm subsides.

Left wet and disarranged, she suddenly felt embarrassed under your watch. She moved her camera so that her mess was out of frame.

"Where you going?" You teased. "I'm not done with you yet."

Sorry it's so short, this has been sitting in my drafts since like January and I just wanted to get it out there. Hope you enjoy

[sparklicious516]

I don't like summer because there are more bugs in my house and they can sense that I am wrong like they are

[sparklicious516]

Why are we beating around the bush when I could be beating around YOUR bush

[dailycaitvi]

courtesy of fortiche

[sparklicious516]

They’re talking about the holocaust and I can’t stop thinking about caitvi strap boobjob. Somewhere in hell there is a seat with my name on it

[peridotite]

i love arcane

[aicodraws]

happy Pride!

[sparklicious516]

"You're a mess"

wc: 1.3k cw: vi x reader, college au, switch!vi, cunnilingus, fingering, drinking

You hadn't spoken to Vi at all since early afternoon. Not to ask for her opinion on your outfit, or that night through the deafening silence on the drive to the party. You had both agreed the day before that you would go; tonight you were each too stubborn to call it off. Vi hadn't even begged for forgiveness like she usually did. Of course, she did attempt to communicate: she sent a picture in the evening which you promptly ignored. It was stupid, really, the reason for the quiet. A petty miscommunication at most.

A box of pencils clattered to the ground as you searched impatiently through your desk. Frustrated, your hands fell to your side. "Vi, have you seen my notebook? The white one- I swear I left it here," You asked, talking more to yourself than you were to her. Her head rose from where she sat languidly on the bed. "Yeah, you didn't leave it there," she said. "It was on the floor so I moved it." She turned back to her phone. "It's in the living room by your laptop." Your eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. She watched you looking for half an hour and didn't say anything? "I thought I told you not to move my stuff without asking," you groaned. "I'm sorry," she started, not without a hint of annoyance. "But you always leave your stuff everywhere. I'm just tryna minimize the mess." You turned around in the doorway. "The mess?" you echoed. "You make me sound like a slob." You waited for a retort, or maybe an apology. She said nothing. You scoffed at her impertinence, leaving to retrieve the notebook. When you returned you plopped down next to her, purposefully shaking the bed and her with it. She grimaced as her arm bumped into the headboard. "What's got you all pissy?" She groaned. "You called me a mess," you replied, not turning to look at her. Returning the favor, she snarled without meeting your eyes. "That is not what I said," she argued. "All I'm saying is that you're completely disorganized." You wanted to respond, but she wasn't entirely wrong. Your floor was basically invisible. There were clothes and trinkets everywhere, including the aforementioned pencils you didn't bother to pick up. "I don't wanna hear what you have to say about my lifestyle," you muttered unceremoniously. "Especially not when half the mess is your boxers and hoodies." She scoffed. "You don't wanna hear what I have to say?" She asked rhetorically. "Fine, I won't say anything." "Oh please, you can't go five minutes without saying something," you mocked. When she said nothing, you rolled your eyes.

You spent the whole evening getting ready side by side in silence, and as soon as you got to the party you went separate ways. Vi almost instantly found her friends and you gravitated toward the kitchen. There were fewer people in there than in the living room, which meant fewer people to further piss you off. Standing there alone with only an unpleasantly warm beer in your hand began to feel awkward, so you pulled out your phone. Initially you had planned to check the weather app to look busy but then you remembered that Vi had texted you earlier. Just a picture on Snapchat, nothing notable. In a petty way, you figured opening it and not responding might annoy her more than ignoring it all together. You clicked on the notification, and when the image loaded you immediately clutched your phone and turned the brightness down. In your hands sat a mirror selfie of Vi in a sports bra, her shorts pulled down enough to reveal her dark pink happy trail. She had clearly just finished working out; sweat from her abs dripped down onto her bush. "Well, fuck," you muttered under your breath. Not that anyone could hear you over the earsplitting music. "If that's not an apology I don't know what is." You were about save the picture when the screen turned black and your reddened reflection stared back at you. You groaned when you remembered why you hadn't charged your phone before leaving; Vi had been sitting by the only working charger and you didn't want to ask her to move.

Left alone with your lifeless phone, you decided to forgive Vi. After all, you did kind of start the fight. You left the kitchen unnoticed, your shoes sticking to the moist frat floor. You made your way through sweaty bodies, ignoring whoever you bumped into and offended. Vi wasn't difficult to find. When she got drunk, she got loud. Her intoxicated shouting contrasted with that of her male friends'. When you finally reached her, you found her playing beer pong with some girl. Fine, whatever, everyone knows Vi kills at beer pong. But this girl was hot. Her hair, her trampy outfit, her mannerisms. She looked almost like a sluttier version of you. And Vi was losing to her, presumably on purpose. She grinned at the idiots egging her on, not dropping her expression as her eyes met yours. You weaved through frat boys, doing your best to ignore their perverted comments. "Change your mind about me?" Vi teased. You interrupted her by snatching her wrist. You said nothing, dragging her through clumps of drunk people. When the line for the "good" bathroom was too long you opted to cut through the shorter line for the shittier bathroom. You slammed the door behind you, drowning out the voice of whoever you just cut in line. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You berated, shoving her back against the door. She was wasted enough to let you push her, but strong enough to keep her balance. "What?" She retorted. "Thought you wanted nothing to do with me." Her nose scrunched as the smell of puke and grime finally hit her. "So, what? You go off and find some replacement whore?" You rebuked. Your hands obliged your subconscious mind, finding their way to the button on her jeans. Your fingers struggled, nails, carabiners and keychains getting in the way. Your eyes never left hers. "Don't be like that," she coaxed. "You know you're my only whore." Your gaze hardened, to which she gave you an idiotic smirk.

You stared at each other, unwilling to break eye contact. Still fumbling with her pants, she took your face and sloppily kissed you. She pushed your hips toward the sink, which was notably disgusting. Vi "kissed" (gnawed) incessantly at your jaw and finally you got her pants undone. You pulled them down abruptly, lowering yourself to the ground with them. Your face was perched close enough that your nose brushed against her coarse bush. You breathed in her scent, sweet against that of the fetid bathroom. She moved to turn around and switch places but you held her hips in place. "No," you snarled. "Look in the mirror while I do this." She chuckled at your attempt at dominance, complying anyhow. You placed your hands at her sides, pettily digging your nails into her skin. You licked a gentle stripe through her folds, earning soft sighs seldom heard over the unrelenting music. "Fuck," you mumbled against her. You increased your pace, flattening your tongue to get as much of her on you as possible. She moaned dramatically as you pushed a finger into her dripping hole. Your sloppy pace eventually evened itself out but your voracious greed persisted. Her legs stuttered against you, her hand finding purchase in your hair in search of balance. A broken whine left her swollen lips. "Right there, yeah," she choked, grasping at dignity and dominance. You curled your fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench tightly around you. You flicked your tongue softly against her clit and she gasped. "I'm close," she muttered almost soundlessly. Unfortunately for Vi, you heard it anyway and pulled away from her. You sat in front of her, catching your breath and wiping your chin. A scowl painted her disheveled face. "What the hell?" she panted. You snickered against her thigh. "Who's a mess now?" She whined pathetically, accepting defeat. "Whatever," She mumbled. "I'll show you when we get home."

This is my first time writing in like a year so plz excuse mistakes. If you guys like this tho I have something else sitting in my drafts

Also happy pride months!! Let's go lesbians!!

[sparklicious516]

bath and bodyworks? uh, yeah, i sure wish it would