Slowly, slowly enough that Vi has time to pull away if she wants to, to stop what now seems to be inevitable–Caitlyn lets her hand drift.
She curls her fingers around Vi’s neck, and tries not to think about the way her hair should be tickling her skin as she presses forward. Their mouths are centimeters apart. Caitlyn should be able to feel the brush of Vi’s rapid, shallow breaths against her lips as she tilts her head down, their noses almost touching now. Vi sways forward, her eyelashes fluttering as a shaky exhale fills the air between them.
read mors immatura on AO3
art commissioned from @peachesartplace
the diner scene from The Resonance of Chaos from @/screepyspi on their socials
Merged some of the scenes together but I'm literally thinking of this fic nonstop (I blame the lastest chapter after I had a whole theory craft about it. 🤣) But go read it and support bc it's already so gas 🤪
SYNOPSIS → caitlyn and vi develop an obsession with you, a famous porn star known as angelette. what's theirs is theirs, and they aren't willing to share.
W.C. -> 680 (i apologize my loves, this is a short one 😔)
WARNINGS → mentions of porn, stalking, obsession, femme implied reader, smut, power play
REMINDERS -> despite writing this, i do not endorse or agree with in any terms any of the events in this fic. if you don't like it, please don't read it. intended lowercase. feel free to give me tips as this is the first smut fic i've written! this may or may not become a series depending on engagement ♡
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you bit your lip and situated yourself on the end of your bed before starting the stream, letting your followers see you once again. pretending not to notice that the camera is on, you adjusted your hair and smoothed a hand down your side. you were wearing a new pink lace set with a big bow nestled in the front and center. you smiled and blew the camera a little kiss. "hello, my loves," you said sweetly, adjusting the delicate pink mask that covered the upper half of your face. "i know it's been a while, but believe me, i missed you all."
you side-eyed the live chat, excited to see what your fans' response to the new set would be. once again, they didn't disappoint.
╰chad : that lace is so pretty. would be prettier if you took it off.
╰anonymous : you're always so sweet for us angelette <3
╰user12356 : pretty bows angel
╰lucie : ur the most gorgeous angel ever ♡
you smiled sweetly and fanned your face with a hand. "you all are always the sweetest. now..."
you took out a thick strap and gave the camera an innocent little smile. you adjusted yourself and the strap so that it appeared as though you were kneeling, giving the tip of the strap a little lick and kiss. your lip gloss left a little shine on the base and you slowly took it in your mouth, peering sweetly up at the camera.
╰user996 : fuck i'm gonna come
╰cumslut : just like that baby god
you smiled around the strap and let out a soft moan, letting your head tip back.
▶ LUCIE donated $15
"ohh, lucie," you moaned. "thank you, babe."
you continued to moan the names of your viewers who donated, feeling your lace panties grow wet. you ground your thighs together and swiped your tongue across the tip of the strap, blinking up at the camera.
▶ CUPCAKE donated $50
╰cupcake : that's a good girl for me.
your eyes widened. no one ever donated that much money. "thank you, cupcake," you said, moaning a bit louder than you meant to. cupcake was one of your most supportive viewers, always donating extravagantly. all that was missing was her -
▶VI4VIOLENCE donated $75
and there she was. cupcake was never complete without her...partner? rival? you could never be quite sure. but whenever they started their games, trying to one-up one another, you felt an undeniable thrill.
╰vi4violence : i wanna hear you, baby
you bit your lip, hard. there was something about the pair that felt different than your usual fans. an intensity, some kind of connection.
in spite of yourself, you followed vi4violence's command and moaned even louder. it was getting obscene, how wet you could feel yourself becoming.
you could see the donations flooding in but all you were focused on were the words of praise from your two favorite followers.
╰cupcake : i want to touch you, darling. i want to feel you.
your eyes widened and you could swear your heart stopped. you pulled away from the strap. cupcake's comment was nothing you hadn't gotten before, but there was something about the tone of it that sent a shiver down your spine.
╰cupcake : we're going to find you, my love, don't you worry.
purely on instinct, you shoved aside the strap and shakily turned off the stream. it wasn't that you didn't want them to find you, it was just... you shook your head in an attempt to clear it. were you going crazy? of course you didn't want them to find you, that would be insane. besides, cupcake had probably only meant it as foreplay or something like that.
you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, but there was a voice in the back of your head, small but undeniable, that whispered maybe you don't want it to be.
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you had just finished putting away your camera when... ping! you had a new email in your inbox.
you scooted over to see it - the sender's name was what caught your attention first.
My favorite headcanons for caitvi are ones where they met as kids/teens, by far
Like it's so fucking cute, the idea that Caitlyn would be immediately drawn to Vi due to her curiosity, and Vi can't help but be smitten by Caitlyn's atypical behaviors and willingness to explore new concepts and experiences and ideas.
Just like when they meet as adults in the original universe, their backgrounds should make them incompatible, but there's that inexplicable draw that brings them together.
Imagine Caitlyn tags along with Jayce to his visits in the undercity without telling her parents and can't stop staring at the pink haired girl she sees there at the shop, just hanging around, and they meet eyes, and BOOM, instant connection. Vi also sneaks glances and realizes she's never seen a Piltie girl her age this close before. She wonders if they're all this pretty.
Imagine Vi is sneaking around topside to catch glimpses of Caitlyn, because she feels like she shouldn't be so drawn to a Piltie, but she is anyway.
Imagine one day Caitlyn actually catches sight of Vi across the street as she tries to remain inconspicuous, but Caitlyn would recognize that pink hair in a heartbeat. Imagine she sneaks away from her mother or whoever she's with in order to go talk to her.
"It's you," she says, shy yet bold.
Vi, of course, tries to play it off. "Dunno what you're talking about, topside." But the blush on her cheeks tells another story.
Caitlyn ignores the very obvious attempts at ignorance. "I've been wanting to come visit the shop again, but it's hard for me to find the chance to get away from my mother. She's kind of overprotective."
Vi decides it's best not to play dumb, but can't completely be honest about wanting to see her as well. "You're sure you wanna share about your life with me? Maybe your mom's got a point, shouldn't associate with undercity trash and all."
Caitlyn frowns. "I don't think you're trash. That's silly. Why would you call yourself that?"
Vi is caught a bit off guard. "Isn't that what all you Pilties think of us?"
"I certainly don't." Caitlyn cocks her head as this leaves Vi without a response. "Why are you here, anyway?"
Vi stumbles around in her head for an answer. Shoves her hands in her pockets. Kicks a rock aside. Shrugs. "W-why are YOU talking to me?"
This makes Caitlyn smirk. "I DID say I've been meaning to come back to the shop. What do you think?"
"Dunno. Could want a number of things there." Vi has been staring at the ground but peers up at Caitlyn here. "Give me a hint?" The barest of upturned lips.
This makes Caitlyn break out into a genuine smile that steals Vi's breath a bit. "You're kind of adorable, you know that?"
Vi sputters. "Am NOT."
"Are so." Caitlyn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Can't help but think the girl's freckles compliment her blush well.
Vi rolls her eyes, trying to pretend her brain isn't setting off fireworks. "I don't even know your name."
"Would you like to know it?" Caitlyn says, tilting her head.
"Since you insist on teasing me, I think it's fair."
"But you make it so easy," Caitlyn giggles. "Alright. I'm Caitlyn."
"Caitlyn," Vi breathes. Shakes her head. Clears her throat. Thrusts her hand out, scuffed up palms and knuckles and all. "I'm Vi."
"Vi. Pleasure to meet you." Caitlyn takes her hand without hesitation, notices how rough they feel compared to hers, incredibly intrigued.
"Caitlyn!" A voice calls. The girls both turn. It's her mother.
"Shit." Caitlyn breathes.
This makes Vi laugh, surprised. "Didn't know princesses could use words like that."
"Oh, hush." Caitlyn looks back at her, panicked. "I have to go. I'm sorry." Her eyes shift so they're alight with mischief. She jerks her head towards her mom. "You've got a talent for sneaking around, I assume?"
"And if I do?"
"Wait until we're out of sight. Maybe if you're good enough, you can stay under her radar." Caitlyn smirks. "Maybe you could teach me how to sneak about myself. Could come in handy."
Without giving Vi a chance to respond, she turns away, skirt swishing about.
And if Vi does exactly what Caitlyn says, following her home out of sight, and later taps at the same glass doors of the balcony she sees the girl disappear into after a while of spying, no one is the wiser. She figures she doesn't need to tell Vander what she's been up to just yet.
It has been hundreds of years since a deadly red star last visited the beautiful world called Pern, but now, an ancient threat that has plagued the planet for millennia once again looms on the horizon. Vi’s premonitions set her apart from the skeptical populace of Zaun. When she is selected by dragonriders to leave her home and join their ranks, it looks like she might have a real opportunity to protect her family from the danger that no one believes is coming. But nothing is what she expects when she arrives at Piltover Weyr, especially not the blue-eyed Weyrleader’s daughter.
Caitlyn is ready to abandon the privilege of her position when a tragic accident removes any hope she had of seeing the world, and she finds herself telepathically bonded to the golden dragon queen and shouldering more responsibility than she had ever imagined. Isolated by her position and destined to pair with a person not of her choosing, she forges a friendship with the pink-haired recruit from Zaun who defies expectation at every turn.
Together, they will meet the threat on dragonback, writing their own story among the clouds.
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A Dragonriders of Pern AU
“Don’t let me go,” she breathed, fingers curling over Vi’s wrist beside the cuff. Caitlyn saw it for what it was now – the physical manifestation of something intrinsic, something they never could have seen with their own eyes. An invisible path that had led Caitlyn straight into Vi’s life, everything that had happened between then and now. The many messy, bloody ties that bound them. “Whatever happens.”
Commissioned artwork by the incredibly talented cvntiny (@cvntiny) for From Inside the Trees.
please please please would you please do something for alpha!caitvi x omega!reader, where reader and caitvi have been together for awhile, but this is the first time caitvi have been in a rut since they got together with reader 👀🤞
pressed between two ──── caitvi x fem!reader
warnings 𓇕 814 words, smut, ABO!au, female alpha!caitvi (g!p), omega!reader, double penetration in v, oral/fingering/p in v (r receiving), top/soft dom !vi, top/dom!caitlyn, bottom/sub!reader, cum kink, unprotected rough sex, hair pulling
You knew this day would eventually arrive. The day they lost their mind like how you did in heat.
The scent coils around your spine like silk and smoke, growing denser with each step. It sticks to the walls, clings to the banister beneath your trembling fingers, saturates the very air until it’s almost drinkable. Every inhale drags it deeper into your lungs, head spinning with the sheer intensity.
Your palm presses against the polished wood of the doorframe as you reach the landing. The door ahead is slightly ajar, a sliver of amber light spilling out into the dim hallway. The scent is strongest here. Lush and heady, blooming like something alive.
You press forward, fingers curling around the cool brass handle, giving into the alluring pull like a month to a flame. They've told you themselves that they weren't themselves, overtaken by desire. No conscious thoughts, their fears of hurting you. Each one you shut down, soothing them.
Now here you are. The door eases open with a soft groan, and the scent crashes over you in full—no longer a whisper, but a wave. It hits your senses like a drug, dizzying and warm, fogging up the edges of your thoughts. You barely register stepping inside. The room sways around you, not with movement, but with them. That unmistakable blend of strength and softness—Vi’s sun-warmed spice, Caitlyn’s cool florals edged in something deeper, headier.
It’s everywhere. In your nose, on your tongue, under your skin. Drugging you.
You’re not even sure when the door shuts behind you. When Caitlyn moved from the window. When Vi rose from the bed.
But the next thing you’re aware of you’re pressed between them.
Chest pressed Caitlyn's, your thighs spread over hers. Whines and gasps escaping you each time Vi's tongue presses from your entrance to your clit. Caitlyn's hand coaxes you away, cupping your cheek and bringing you to face her. Her lips meeting yours, muffling your sounds.
The heat's suffocating, filling your lungs, making each rise and fall of your chest ache. You come down from your high with a high sigh, body shuddering. Head falling down onto Caitlyn's chest. A small laugh escapes her, she brushes your hair back. Gentle, kind. Before it's rough, a sharp grip. Forcing you to arch your back.
You're used to it. The dark, faraway look in their eyes. The way Caitlyn's looking at you now is predatory, dazed alike you in a different category.
"Going to be good for us like you were bred to be?" she comments, tugging your hair back tighter to watch how your eyebrows furrow more. To watch you attempt to nod.
Vi's hands are grabbing, nails digging into your ass as she drags your hips back, up towards her. Her length dragging between your inner thighs, brushing against your sensitive clit. The tip brushing against your slick entrance, already clenching around nothing. Caitlyn's eyes dart from your lidded ones to Vi's, where she nodded.
You can't recall how often you take them, but each time they push in it feels as if its the first time you've taken them. The stretch a delish burn, a deep gasp falling from your swollen lips when her tip presses against your cervix. A mix of pleasure and pain swirling in your mind.
Caitlyn reaches a hand down, circling your clit. Her lips beside your ear, whispering, "think you can take me as well?"
Your eyes widen, shocked words cut off when Vi sets a pace. You grip the sheets below you, on either side of Caitlyn's body. It's a slip of the mind, forgotten, assumed to be hallucinated. That was until Caitlyn pushes a finger besides Vi's dick, her thumb still working around your clit.
You choke on a moan, dizzy, "Cait-!"
She shushes you, "just relax. We know you can take it. You've always been so good for us."
It's so much and not enough at the same time. Peak insanity, almost. Caitlyn's fingers, now three, are stretching you further than you've gone ever in your life. Her lips slide down your neck, whispering her intoxicated praises.
Next you're conscious again, limbs like liquid, you feel the tip of Caitlyn's length pressing in beside Vi's. Your nails dig into the mattress, ripping it. A sort of higher pitched sound escapes you, falling hotly onto Caitlyn's collarbone. Vi's hands are rubbing softly around your hips, drawing shapes. Trying to soothe you.
Then Vi moves again, and you swear you visibly see a spark behind your eyelids. The sounds escape you, no shame. No control. Moans, choked gasps, whines. Vi reaches her finger to rub once again at your swollen clit and you come embarrassingly quick.
The clenching, pulsing around the both of them. They're not far behind you, filling you completely. A mixture of their cum and your slick dripping onto the mattress below you.
