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I have so many half finished drafts right now (＞﹏＜)

like 30 of them

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⃠ CYBER SEX. (SEVIKA + VI + READER ) ⃠

➤┆pairing: sevika + vi + fem reader

↻┆word count: 3k

⚠︎┆warnings: dom! sevika + switch vi + sub! reader, sevika guides you and vi through phone sex, degrading names (whore, slut) and nicknames (angel, good girl, Sevika is called 'Vika once), teasing, fingering + clit stim + strap-on sex (r! receiving), slight pain kink, mentions of vi receiving from sevika, threats of punishment from sevika, mentions of sexism from sevika's male coworkers (she's in construction).

Description: Sevika is the main breadwinner in you, her, and Vi's. She makes a lot of money, but is also often busier than the both of you. The week-long business trips are something she doesn't look forward to-being away from her girls for days to weeks at a time. You and Vi decide to make matters worse for her when you get feel neglected on a call that was supposed to relax your exhausted girlfriend.

You'd think after countless business trips away from home that Sevika would be used to the separation, but no. She misses you and Vi more than anything. She finds a stupid grin forming on her face when she imagines the both of you on the couch, probably watching something she would make fun of and eating junk food. She keeps telling herself she only has two days left to go. Then, it's the four hour road trip until she can finally give her girlfriends some attention.

Sevika's longing is loving. It's soft and sweet, though anyone else would find that to be rare from her. You and Vi just bring out that ooey-gooey part of her heart out. With that lead to sweeter-than-chocolate kisses and late nights that she knows she shouldn't be awake for, having to wake up at 5 in the morning, but ends up between the two of you anyway.

Her current mood is anything but horny. She is tired after a long day of construction work and being around dickhead coworkers, and she could use a shower to wash off the sweat from her body. Sex isn't exactly the priority in her mind.

Still, she imagines that it'll be like to return home. You and Vi must be so needy. You always are after a week without Sevika. The routine is all the same—walk through the door, take a quick shower, and fuck the brains out of you two.

You're a bottom through and through. You couldn't top even if someone was pointing a gun to your head. Vi, on the contrary, has no reason to. She could if she was in the particular mood for it, but why would she? Sevika takes care of both of you best. She knows that you love being held down and fucked, how you like Vi's thumb on your clit adding onto the pleasure. Sevika knows that Vi likes it more complicated. Vi likes to pretend like she isn't as flustered as she truly is when Sevika has her legs open and her pussy on display, but the girl can get even wetter than you can at times. Everything is in routine, and that is just how Sevika likes it.

Sitting in her hotel room, Sevika waits impatiently for the call. Earlier, Vi sent a dry text requesting a facetime. That didn't raise any suspicions in her head. Almost every time Sevika leaves for a trip, either you or Vi send something asking when she is available. It makes her heart jump to think of her girls being without her. She wonders how Vi fares without someone to tell her not to punch a hole in the wall, and instead use the punching bag Sevika spent a ridiculous amount of money on. She wonders how you fare without the constant reassurance. You're on the overthinking side, and Sevika has probably said enough to put into a book. She doesn't mind it one bit, though.

This time, Sevika feels extra excited to talk. She just wants to kick her boots off, see you and Vi's faces, and forget about having two more days of hard labor.

She wants a distraction.

You and Vi have been dying without Sevika.

Usually, the days go by fast. You're both able to wait for Sevika's touch. You don't have to think too much about the way her fingers would feel in you, and Vi doesn't have to fuck herself on the dildo attached to Sevika's strap to manage. Today, however, both of you seemed to break.

It started with Vi.

(EARLIER..)

"She wouldn't know if we did it. How would she?" Vi inquires, leaning in. Her hand that has been teasingly rubbing your thigh for the past 30 minutes is creeping upward. Her voice is quiet, as if Sevika is able to hear her from countless miles away.

"C'mon, Vi.." You shoo her away, moving her hand back down to safe territory. "We can wait two days. Plus, I think it's only you that's all horny. I've been doing fine."

Vi snorts at that. "Are you fucking kidding me? Babe, you've been all over me all day."

"Okay!? What does that have to do with being pent-up?" You scoff at her, punishing her by breaking eye contact. Your gaze falls back onto the tv in front of you.

Vi doesn't scooch away to her personal space. Instead, she leans in. Her breath tickles your ear, making you swallow back your guilt because fuck, just her proximity is making you wet.

"What do you mean, 'what does that have to do with being pent-up'? You're basically begging to be fucked. All the hugs and kisses..the way you've guided my hands to your waist each morning when we wake up.." Vi tests you by inching her hand back up, just enough to make your breath hitch.

You turn to face her, and that is when Vi knows she has you. You're like a fish she can just reel in. Your bait runs cheap, too. "But, Vi..I don't wanna keep anything from Sevika. We would be fucked if she found out." And no, not in a good way..

The smile that spreads across Vi's face scares you. She has something going on in her head—it's that same face she makes before she goes Christmas shopping, the same glint in her eyes that sparkles on April Fool's day.

She cups your face to hold eye contact, and then she leans in until your lips are nearly touching. Your most pathetic but natural instinct is to squeeze your thighs together.

"Then let's make sure she knows what we're going to do tonight."

When Sevika answers the call, she is greeted with the familiar sight of you and Vi on your shared bed.

She can immediately tell that Vi is using her laptop to call because the quality is slightly better, and she can see both of your bodies instead of just faces. Vi usually never uses the laptop for calls unless it's for a specific reason, but she doesn't question it tonight. She just wants to see her girls.

You're seated comfortably in Vi's lap, where it isn't exactly rare for you to sit. Still, something feels different about the view. You don't have the same excited expression. You look nervous, as if you have something to hide from Sevika. Perhaps if Sevika wasn't so exhausted from the job today, she'd notice the scheming written all over Vi's face.

"Hi, baby. Hi, Vi." She greets you both, her voice thick with a fatigued rasp.

"Hi, 'Vika!" You smile at her, making her heart melt slightly. All feels right when she can talk to the both of you.

"Any sexist comments today?" Vi asks her.

Sevika scoffs. "Wouldn't be a normal day without one."

Conversation is normal and comforting for Sevika. It always is.

You tend to remind Sevika how much you miss her when you talk. You ask her if she misses you, if she's tried the cookies you baked for her trip, if she has been thinking about you. Vi asks the work related questions. The sexism question is always a go-to.

"Of course. What was it this time, something about how your coworker's wife just stays in the kitchen and you should, too?"

Sevika shakes her head. "Nah, not today. That was last month's. It was this guy, really short and ginger. Overheard him talking shit about women with muscles on them. I guess he didn't want me to hear, 'cause he looked all pale and skittish. Super fuckin' quiet. I could hear the dumbass, though."

Sevika goes on about her day to Vi, and Vi visibly nods along. She doesn't seem to pay too much attention to it at first, but as she complains about her coworker Ricky not knowing how to read a blueprint, she sees Vi's hand almost fully between your legs. In those pajama shorts you're wearing, it leaves nothing to the imagination. She can see the way Vi's hand almost slips inside them from the bottom, rubbing teasing circles on the inside of your thigh.

"You're pretty handsy, don't you think?" Sevika snorts, not thinking much of it.

Vi's answer catches her surprised, "well, this thing has been begging for it all week."

Sevika's eyes narrow and her face heats up, but you seem caught off-guard by Vi's words as well. You don't comment on them, though. You don't make a move to pull away from her embrace. In fact, Sevika can now point out the way you almost instinctively move to shut your legs around vi's hand. Vi will tap your leg and you quickly open back up to Sevika's view.

Sevika sighs, brushing it off. "Anyways, just wanted to say I missed you both. It's been a long fuckin' week. I was planning on going to bed soon, but-"

You let out a short, but noticeable moan when Vi's fingers circle your clit through your shorts.

"Alright, what the fuck is going on with you two?" Sevika demands, annoyance clear in her voice. But behind it, you can hear some ounce of arousal.

"I told you. This slut's been all over me, Sev." Vi simply states, not giving away any future plans. She doesn't stop with her ministrations, and Sevika has to helplessly watch as you needily writhe under Vi's touch. Three hands firmly rub your clothed pussy, and all you can do is whine and whisper in Vi's ear for more, too scared to speak up loud enough for Sevika to hear and have a reason to bend you over her knee when she gets home. Sevika notices, though.

"Are you seriously about to fuck her on camera? I'm not messing around, Vi. Cut the shit, or I'll make you regret it the moment I step through the door." Sevika growls.

"What's wrong with me taking care of her? She needs me, Sevika. Look at her. I gotta give her what she wants before she's your problem on Friday." Vi abruptly peels your pajama pants off of your body. Even in the slightly grainy video, Sevika can see the wet patch on your panties. You already know you'll still be Sevika's problem when she gets back home, but you don't care. You want to get fucked now, and Vi's touch leaves you a bit forgetful when it comes to the potential consequences of this.

Now, Sevika is pissed. She is both pissed off that she has to deal with you and Vi's bullshit, but she is also turned on. That makes matters worse. She wants to say fuck it and just let herself enjoy the show, but if she does, she'll have bigger problems to worry about.

Since you, Vi, and Sevika have established the sexual dynamic of your relationship, Sevika has had a reasonable amount of control over you and Vi. She has dished out her fair share of consequences when either of you acted up, and eventually, there was a clear dynamic. You've always been Sevika's angel: listening to everything she says, laying down and taking it like a good girl, not complaining when you don't get fucked or when Sevika is in the mood to tease.

Vi has always been on the brattier side. She likes to complain. She enjoys testing how much is too much, but even this situation is shocking to Sevika. She'll have to spend hours putting the two of you back into place when she comes home instead of fucking you and falling asleep with you in her arms and Vi on her side. But maybe that is exactly what the both of you need.

"Go right ahead and fuck her, Vi." Sevika says, finally causing a stop in Vi's movements. You whine in protest, but neither Sevika or Vi pay any mind to it.

"Seriously? You're okay with it?"

Sevika shrugs, adjusting on the bed. "Just know that there will be consequences. I'm too tired to threaten you now, Vi."

That should scare Vi. She knows that Sevika is tired, and that is where the sudden leniency comes from. If anything, Vi should take that as a sign to just call it a night.

Instead, she chooses wrong.

"That feel good, baby?" Vi coos, two fingers pumping in your wetness. There's a strap-on adjusted around her hips that wasn't there earlier, and Sevika is mostly silent as she takes in the view. You let out a whorish sound, and Vi laughs down at you. "Yeah, I know. It's exactly what your needy little cunt needs."

"No more teasing, please." You try to clutch Vis' wrist and pull her hand away from your dripping cunt, but her playfully smacks your hand away. "Just fuck me!" You whine.

"Jesus christ," comes an exasperated sigh from Sevika. Watching the scene in front of her, she pretends like it doesn't make her just as wet as your leaking pussy. She has to keep some level of control.

"Are you hearing this, Sevika?" Vi refers to the embarrassingly loud squelching noise coming from between your legs. Vi's fingers don't let up, though. She likes listening to the wetness and feeling your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

"I think the neighbors can hear it."

You moan at the sound of Sevika's voice. It sends a lightning bolt to Sevika's poor cunt, but she won't give you the benefit of the doubt of masturbating to the scene in front of her. No, she'll wait until after the call to get herself off in the hotel shower..

"You heard her, Vi. Fuck her." Sevika orders. Vi rolls her eyes, but relents in her teasing torture.

Vi's fingers slide out of you, and she pulls your now naked body down onto the bed to lay on your back. The mushroom head of Vi's (Sevika's) strap teases your glistening folds and you try your best to move your hips up enough to slip it inside of you, but one of Vi's hands pins you down on the bed.

"Beg Sevika." Vi demands, grinning above you.

Your face turns towards the laptop on the edge of the bed, and you can't help but moan when you feel the silicone tap your swollen clit.

"Please, Sevika. Please tell Vi to put it in me." You beg.

"Will you be a good girl for her?" Sevika asks you, and it takes everything in her not to rush out of the hotel and into her car to fuck you herself.

"Yes! Fuck, I promise, Sevika. I'll be a good girl for you, too."

I'll be a good girl for you, too.

The sentence echoes in her head. You don't see this as only a you and Vi thing. The thought of you wanting to please Sevika too has her hot and weak.

"Fuck my good girl, Vi."

The toy slides in you with ease, no lube necessary. Vi groans above you as she pushes her hips forward, slowly sinking further into your pussy. She feels like a starved woman after not fucking a girl for so long. Sevika takes great care of her needs, but she can't deny that this situation has been a fantasy for her for a long time.

"Fuck, you take this cock so well. Your pussy needed me. Needed to be fucked like a whore." Vi grits through her teeth, beginning to fuck you at a steady pace. Her hips snap forward and pull back, only to slam back into your greedy hole.

You only answer her in a series of broken moans. Sevika watches the way your tits jiggle with each thrust, and she imagines her own hands groping them or her tongue swirling over your nipples while Vi fucks you.

"Give her tits a small smack. She likes that."

Before you can process the instruction, Vi's hand lands a slap on one of your tits. You gasp, peeking down at the now reddened skin. She doesn't do it again until Sevika encourages. "There you go. Do it again, the slut likes it when you give her some pain."

Vi alternates between your tits, shooting delicious bolts of paint throughout your breasts as she fucks you. Her thrusts grow more erratic and deep. Her hips meet the back of your thighs each time they move forward, and you can feel the curve of the toy brush against your g-spot while the tip kisses your cervix. This is what you were neglected of.

"She looks like she's about to cum, Vi. Give it to her nice and deep. She likes it that way, that's how I always get her to cum hard." Sevika says, and Vi fixes up her pace, nearly slamming into you each thrust until your bodies become flush when they meet.

"Vi!! Oh my fucking god-" you moan, your orgasm washing over you. Vi fucks you through it, and Sevika stays quiet as she admires the show. You writhe underneath Vi, pawing at her back and mindlessly begging for more cunt-numbing treatment. She gives it to you until the overstimulation kicks in and you beg otherwise.

Vi, now a breathless, crazy-haired mess, collapses onto you. She buries her face into your warm neck and hugs you tight, particularly clingy after sex. You feel calmed down (and satiated) now that you just feel the sweet Vi that you know and love. Her chest presses against you, but the intimacy that comes from it is more soft and gentle than anything sexual.

"You okay?" Sevika asks the both of you. Vi gives a weak thumbs-up, and you nod. When Sevika is assured that both of you are okay, she lets out a slightly scary laugh. At least, you think it's a laugh.

"Both of you are so fucked when I come home."

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OOOO can I request a request for caitlyn x vi x reader in a poly relationship

Reader is the really cutesty one and she's baking cookies for vi and cait bc why not, and then she burns herself on the tray or something and her two strong girlfriends come to save the day 🥺🥺🥺

♡♥︎ Sweet Like You ♥︎♡

Warnings: Fluff, established poly relationship, overprotective Caitlyn and Vi, reader being a cutie, minor injury (burn), soft domestic vibes, lots of affection.

The kitchen smelled like sugar and warmth. You hummed to yourself as you worked, the soft melody filling the cozy space of your shared home. The counter was already a mess—flour dusted across the surface, a few stray chocolate chips rolling around, and a smudge of butter on your cheek that you didn’t notice. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that you were making something special for Vi and Caitlyn, and that made your heart swell.

Your girlfriends had been working so hard lately. Between Caitlyn’s responsibilities in Piltover’s Enforcers and Vi’s relentless need to keep the Undercity safe in her own way, they barely had time to slow down. So, you decided to make something sweet—just a little surprise to remind them they were loved.

You carefully pulled the tray of cookies out of the oven, the scent of vanilla and melted chocolate filling the air. A pleased little smile tugged at your lips. They looked perfect—golden edges, soft centers. Vi would inhale them within seconds, and Caitlyn would take small, delicate bites, savoring each one. The thought made you giddy.

But then, disaster struck.

You miscalculated the angle as you reached for the tray, and—

“Ah—!”

Pain seared across your fingers as the hot metal pressed against your skin. The tray clattered onto the counter with a loud bang as you stumbled back, cradling your hand against your chest. Tears pricked at your eyes from the sharp sting, and a pathetic little whimper slipped past your lips.

You barely had time to process before you heard hurried footsteps—then, strong hands were on you.

“What happened?” Vi’s voice was sharp, panicked, her hands gripping your shoulders as she scanned you from head to toe.

“Are you hurt?” Caitlyn’s voice followed right after, softer but no less urgent.

You blinked up at them, wide-eyed, caught between the warmth in your chest at their concern and the lingering pain in your fingers. “I just— I burned myself,” you admitted, your voice small.

Vi swore under her breath, already tugging you toward the sink. “Lemme see,” she demanded, but there was no real anger in her voice, just worry.

Caitlyn was at your other side in an instant, her fingers ghosting over your wrist as she guided your hand under the cool stream of water. The relief was immediate, but you still pouted, your lower lip wobbling just a little.

Vi noticed. Of course, she did.

“Aww, babe,” she murmured, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head to look at you properly. “That bad, huh?”

You sniffled—not because you were actually crying, but because, well… it did hurt, but you also liked being babied a little. “It stings.”

Caitlyn sighed, shaking her head, though her lips twitched like she was holding back a fond smile. “That’s what happens when you don’t wear mitts, love.”

“I was wearing mitts,” you whined. “I just— I grabbed it weird.”

Vi chuckled, wrapping her arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. “Only you would find a way to get hurt while baking cookies.”

Caitlyn shot her a look. “Vi.”

“What?” Vi grinned, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I’m just saying, it’s impressive.”

Caitlyn ignored her, instead reaching for a towel and gently patting your hand dry. “We should put some ointment on this,” she murmured, her fingers tracing delicately over your reddened skin. Her touch was so careful, so precise, like she was handling something fragile.

Vi, on the other hand, was less refined in her affections. She spun you around in her arms, nuzzling into your cheek. “Guess that means we gotta take extra good care of you now, huh?”

You huffed, your pout deepening. “You should take care of me anyway.”

Caitlyn chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, don’t worry, darling. We do.”

Vi tightened her grip around you, swaying you side to side playfully. “I dunno, Cait, I think our girl just wants attention.”

“I do not,” you protested, but the warmth spreading across your cheeks betrayed you.

Caitlyn smirked, exchanging a knowing look with Vi. “Is that so?”

Before you could respond, Vi scooped you up—literally lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, making you squeak in surprise. “Guess we’ll just have to smother you with love until you feel better,” she said with a grin, carrying you over to the couch.

You wriggled in her hold, half laughing, half indignant. “Vi! Put me down!”

“Nah,” she teased, plopping down with you in her lap. “You’re our patient now. Gotta make sure you recover properly.”

Caitlyn, ever the composed one, simply rolled her eyes fondly before kneeling beside you with a small first aid kit. “Hold still, love.”

She carefully applied a cooling salve to your fingers, her hands steady and precise. You pouted up at her, fluttering your lashes dramatically. “Does this mean I get special treatment?”

Vi snorted. “Babe, you always get special treatment.”

Caitlyn sighed in faux exasperation, but she still pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles once she was done. “There,” she murmured. “All better.”

You beamed at her. “My hero.”

Vi gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “Excuse me? What about me?”

You giggled, leaning back against her. “You’re my hero, too.”

She huffed. “Damn right.”

For a moment, the three of you just sat there—Caitlyn’s hand resting on your knee, Vi’s arms wrapped snugly around your waist. The warmth of their love surrounded you, even more comforting than any blanket or fire.

Then, Caitlyn’s eyes flicked toward the kitchen, where the tray of cookies still sat on the counter, perfectly baked despite your minor accident.

“Did you actually finish them before you tried to burn yourself alive?” she asked dryly.

Vi gasped again. “Caitlyn Kiramman, was that a joke?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but there was amusement dancing in them. “I do have a sense of humor, you know.”

Vi grinned. “Damn. I love you.”

Caitlyn sighed. “I know.”

You giggled, feeling lighter than ever, your heart full. “C’mon,” you said, nudging Caitlyn’s knee with your foot. “Let’s eat them before Vi devours the entire batch.”

Vi smirked. “No promises.”

And with that, the three of you spent the rest of the evening tangled in each other, laughter and cookie crumbs filling the space between you. Because no matter what—burns, flour explosions, or stolen sweets—one thing was always certain.

You were theirs, and they were yours.

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Again & Again

academic rival!Caitlyn x reader

cw: 2.4K words | college AU, academic rivals, arguing with some fluff, they hate each other, but they also love each other, free them from this rivalry

Caitlyn Kiramman would fit your type perfectly…if she didn’t absolutely infuriate you.

Very tall, dark hair, icy eyes that look like they could kill, a body that does kill: she would have been your ultimate fantasy. That is, in an alternate universe in which she isn’t your mortal enemy academic rival. 

Caitlyn always thinks that she’s the smartest in the room, focused on one-upping everyone else and unable to stand when someone outscores her in absolutely anything. Her pride is even higher than her perfect scores. And, for these reasons, you can’t stand her.

You know that Caitlyn, in turn, hates you just as much. Glares at you when you enter a classroom, seethes in anger when she catches sight of your own perfect scores — especially on the occasions where they top her own. 

It’s another day of sitting next to Caitlyn in your history lecture, as you both take the best seats: the two middle of the front row. Helps you pay more attention to the lecture, or whatever. Admittedly, seeing her furiously scribble down notes with a blue-ink pen just fuels your motivation to take even better notes than she does — if just to see her fume in resentment. 

“Alright,” the professor calls, a stack of papers in his hands. “I’ve finished grading your most recent essays. I’ll distribute them now, but don’t leave. I’m assigning another project before class is over.”

The announcement causes collective groans to rise out of your classmates from behind you, but you’re quiet, focused on the paper the professor places upside-down on your desk. You quickly flip it over, eyes flying to the top-right corner where a proud 96 resides. Your muscles relax in relief, and you lean back in your chair with a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

Caitlyn also seems relaxed as she flips her own paper over to see a 92. That is, until she glances over at your score. Her eyes darken, jaw clenching into a scowl. You always seem to outdo her in essays; it’s just not fair. 

“What’s wrong, Caitlyn?” Your voice is sweet as you furrow your eyebrows, a picture of false innocence. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Caitlyn grits her teeth, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. You have to bite back a laugh. She really has no filter today.

“Alright,” the professor draws everyone’s attention as he returns to the front of the lecture hall. “I'm assigning a partner project due next Friday. You'll be doing a research project contrasting any aspect of Piltover's government or foreign relations between two time periods. Five pages minimum. Come to my office hours if you need any help."

With that, the professor waves his hands as if to motion that class is over. Murmurs rise throughout the hall as classmates check their partners online, trying to decide on a topic. Though, you're sure you don't even need to check. You're more than certain that you're paired with Caitlyn, and you have to physically restrain yourself from huffing out a frustrated sigh when you open your laptop and confirm your suspicions. Your professor seems to find some kind of sick pleasure in watching the two of you compete.

"So," Caitlyn interrupts your thoughts, standing from her desk and grabbing her bag, icy eyes seeming to pierce through your soul. "We're partners. Let's get this done and over with."

"Okay," you mirror her actions, grabbing your bag and running a hand through your hair. "When are you free to meet?"

"Can you start today at one?" Caitlyn's all formalities in that posh accent of hers, but her expressions reflect a hint of her previous scowl. 

"Fine. Library?"

"Second floor." Caitlyn basically tosses the words over her shoulder, already on her way to the door. You just roll your eyes at her retreating form. This is going to suck.

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You plop down in the seat beside Caitlyn: second floor of the library at 1:00, as promised. Sliding out your laptop from your backpack, you cast a glance at the girl beside you. "So, any bright ideas?"

"Of course," Caitlyn scoffs with a roll of her eyes. As if you're the problem here. "But I'm not doing all the work here. You actually have to help, you know."

"I always help," you stare at her in disbelief at her passive-aggressive accusation. "Can't trust you with my grades, anyways."

"Please, my grades are perfect."

"What'd you get on our last essay, again?" your eyes narrow at her, challenging. 

Caitlyn opens her mouth to make a retort, then snaps her jaw shut when she realizes she has no excuse as to why you outscored her. "Do you have any ideas for the project?"

Avoiding the topic. Of course. But the less time you spend on this project with Caitlyn, the better, so you open up your notebook. "Yeah, actually. I was thinking we could do history of Piltover and Noxus' relationship. Like, contrasting when we used to be at peace versus now when we aren't."

Caitlyn blinks slowly, her expression neutral, unreadable. "That's...not bad, actually."

You strongly dislike the very tiny, hidden part of you that's pleased with her agreement. With Caitlyn, an agreement is basically high praise. "Yeah, trading relationships, influence, spread of culture, views on the other," you tick off possible elements of the topic on your fingers. "The usual stuff."

"Okay," Caitlyn agrees, looking through her own notebook, and again you have to squash down your surprised relief. "I'll take the current state of enemies, you can take the past state of peace."

"Fine with me," you raise your eyebrows at her, doubtful. "Just don't make it all about the Enforcers, yeah?"

"Wha-?" Caitlyn splutters, eyes widening in shock. "Why would I do that?"

"It's not really a secret that you love them," you continue sorting through your notes, too unbothered to even look up. 

"Love them? I want to be one," Caitlyn glowers, hands clenching into fists on top of the table. "It's not my fault you have such low aspirations!"

"How would you know anything about my aspirations?" Your tone holds no hint of care and Caitlyn loathes it. She hates that you can get to her so easily and she can't get you worked up in return.

"You're infuriating," she snaps, shutting her laptop with a bit more force than necessary. "Just- just research your part, yeah?"

You're already standing up to leave. "You too. No praising Piltover's war tactics for no reason."

"I would not-!"

"Bye," you call over your shoulder, your voice almost singsong. Oh, how you love getting the last word. More so, it does a number on Caitlyn's pride, and that's what you really love.

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You find yourself in the library again a few days later, making your way through the tables of students studying with their friends. It's always crowded in the afternoon, but it's the only time that worked today for both you and Caitlyn to go over your research and plan the next steps for your paper.

You find her at the same table as you did a few days ago: second floor, near the stairs, against the wall. "You did your research, I trust?" Caitlyn's voice is more of a question as you set your bag down beside hers.

"More thoroughly than you, I bet," you sigh, sliding into your seat. 

"Impossible," Caitlyn scoffs, though she doesn't waste time as she pulls open a document on her laptop, tilting the screen so you can see. "This is what I got. Look over mine quickly and I'll look over yours?"

"Yeah, whatever," you push your own laptop towards her and pull hers towards you. 

Caitlyn just rolls her eyes at your dismissive response, a habit she's picked up around you. Before she can check your notes, her gaze flicks to your laptop case. Cute, she can't help but think as she absentmindedly traces a finger over a sticker of a cute drawing of a cat. Catching herself after a few moments, she shakes her head as if to clear her own mind, bringing her focus back to your research. 

It's quiet for a few minutes: both of you scanning over the other's notes. After scrolling to the bottom of yours, Caitlyn clears her throat. "It looks okay," she comments, all formalities. Actually, it's great: your work is always on point. She just can't bring herself to compliment your skills when she's constantly competing with them.

"Yours too," you tap your fingernails on the table, equally as reluctant to give your acknowledgement. "So, how do we want to split up the rest?"

"We can just write out what we researched," Caitlyn suggests. "Then meet for a final time to put it all together for the paper."

"Okay," you agree, closing your laptop. "Are we done here then?"

Caitlyn nods, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. Though, her eyes linger on you as you put your laptop back in your bag. "Actually, uh, could I ask a favor?"

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes darting up to meet hers. Caitlyn Kiramman is asking you for a favor? "What is it?"

"Could I possibly send you my writing to look over when I'm done with it?" 

There's a moment's silence before you blink.  Because there's no way– "Are you asking for my help?"

"I suppose," a pink hue coats Caitlyn's cheeks. Her gaze drops to the ground and she crosses her arms stubbornly, as if she hates her own admission. "You're just good at writing, and I want a good grade." 

"That's, um-" your own surprise makes you hesitate, still sitting in the chair beside her. "That's the first nice thing you've said to me."

It is. It's the first and only compliment that Caitlyn has ever given you. Yet, as you stand to leave, her gaze comes back up to follow you. It may be the first nice thing she's said, but it most certainly isn't the first nice thing she's thought. 

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You see Caitlyn again the night before the project is due, meeting at your usual spot in the library. The idea that you have a usual spot with Caitlyn now weirds you out if you think about it too much, so you just push away the thought and remind yourself of the assignment. That's why you're here, after all. It's late, and there's barely anyone else in here, so you should be able to focus. 

Caitlyn's already there, to no one's surprise, and she looks up from where she has her writing open on her laptop. "Hey-" she starts, but the words die in her throat, her jaw going slack.

"Hey," you're oblivious to her stumble, dropping into the chair beside her once again. "Can we make this quick? I have to be somewhere in half an hour."

"Yeah-" Caitlyn exhales. "Is that why you're, um, dressed up?"

Oh.

You had almost forgotten about your outfit. You're dressed in a short, black dress that just ends just above your mid-thighs, complete with hair and light makeup to match. The straps are thin, almost flimsy, and the thought briefly flashes through Caitlyn's mind of her fingers brushing them off your shoulders and-

"Yeah, sorry to look so formal," you dismiss it with a wave of your hand. 

"Where are you going?" Caitlyn can't help the question that slips out. She wasn't really intending to voice it, but oh well.

"Oh," you tilt your head, almost surprised that she's asking. "I'm just going to my friend's house. She's having a girls’ night with a few other people because this semester has been so long, and honestly we all kind of need a break and-" you cut yourself off, realizing that you're talking about your plans for tonight with your rival. Your cheeks can't help tinge pink at the realization. "Uh, sorry, I'll shut up now."

But Caitlyn just shakes her head. "No, no," her blue eyes flicker between your own eyes and your dress. "It's okay."

A quiet moment passes.

"Right," you clear your throat, attempting to steer this conversation back on track. "Anyways, let's put this paper together before I'm late."

"Right, yeah," Caitlyn murmurs, suddenly having a very hard time tearing her eyes from your thighs to focus on your assignment.

Putting the paper together is somewhat easy after doing all the writing, and by the time twenty minutes have passed, you're jumping up from your chair to dash off to your friend's place. "Okay cool, it's submitted, but I gotta go so-"

You're almost at the library staircase when Caitlyn finds her voice. "Wait," she calls out before she even fully knows what she's doing. Whoops.

You turn, somewhat confused, to see her standing and her eyes locked on you. You don't respond, waiting for her to speak. Why is she still talking to you? Your assignment's done, so you and Caitlyn can go right back to hating each other. 

"Ah-" Caitlyn pauses, her voice faltering. It never falters: she always chooses her words carefully with that poised accent of hers that makes everything sound so put-together. "Uh, your dress was just caught in the back," she says lamely, her excuse falling flat. 

You don't seem to notice it. "Oh, shit," your eyebrows furrow, as you move to smooth out the short skirt of your dress. "Better?" you ask, turning side to side to give her a full view.

"Yeah," Caitlyn breathes, and her tone is achingly soft. Have you ever heard Caitlyn speak softly to you? "You– you look really pretty."

Your breath catches at this, though you aren’t quite sure why. This is just your rival, after all. But your cheeks can't help but flush further, your body betraying your mind. You just stare at her, and gods you have to look so dumb standing there with your evident blush and lack of response. 

"I'll see you in class tomorrow," Caitlyn aids, and you're silently thankful she's ending this conversation so you can rush off to your friend's house. You sure don't know how to end it. 

"Yeah, I'll see you." This time, your words are softer than intended. You flash her a tentative smile before you're almost bolting down the stairs and out of the library at lightning speed, heading in the direction of your friend's apartment.

If you're five minutes late, it's no one's business to ask why.

And if you and Caitlyn smile at each other a little too long when you get your paper back with the highest score in the class, that's also no one's business.

A/N: Hi lovelies! I've been super MIA because midterms are killing me :( so I might be weirdly on and off this week buttt I do have lots more writing planned! So please be patient with me as I fight for my life in uni. Sadly I do not have an academic rival like Cait to motivate me <3

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

Oh to be crushed between those thighs 🤌🤌

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Diary entry in progress…

Awww they got each other matching necklaces for Valentines! How sweet<3

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Sorry I moaned when you unbuckled your belt, It will happen again.

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I’d give her anything she wanted

some brief thoughts abt sugarbaby!vi...

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sugarbaby!vi who definitely isn't traditional in the way she spends your money, she's not into the flashy luxury brand purses or fur

sugarbaby!vi who makes you pay for her vintage car collection, a 1958 cadillac coup, a 1959 corvette v8, a 1967 mustang convertible... all cherry red, of course

sugarbaby!vi who just can't forget about letting you pay for her bikes too, especially her baby, a red kawasaki ninja zx-10r

sugarbaby!vi who gets all touchy and flirty when she wants something, buttering you up for the hefty price tag she's about to drop on you

sugarbaby!vi who isn't scared of pda, hanging on you in public, sitting on your lap in those vip bars you like to take her to

sugarbaby!vi who pouts when she doesn't get her way, sulking, huffing and puffing until you relent

sugarbaby!vi who denies being a sugar baby, she's merely your girlfriend who happens to reap the benefits of your wealth and generosity, or so she claims

sugarbaby!vi who'll do anything to get that new bike mod she's been wanting. want her to eat you out under your desk? sure, why not. want to bend her over the meeting table after everyone leaves? go for it. want to mark her up and have her not cover the hickeys? not like she does anyways.

sugarbaby!vi who convinced you to get a home gym so you could watch her train

sugarbaby!vi who's gotten so comfortable she just sticks her hand out whenever it's time to pay, waiting for the familiar plastic of your card to be put in her palm

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idk gyus i kinda like this concept.....

btw this ISNT the fic for the poll i'll be writing that tmrw

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

Cuties

💗 The real hex gem 💎💗

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thinkin’ about vi riding your strap…

my god she’s sooo loud and she barely cares. you tell her how your neighbors can probably hear, even stopping her hips to get her to focus and she’s whining while she cockwarms you.

“fuck, ‘msorry, really i am but i- mmf!” you can feel her clench around you. you don’t have to swear on it, you do. you’re so deep inside her, your big, strong girl, reduced to such a desperate puppy. she’s so good she doesn’t even try to roll her hips, she just shivers and waits for you to give her permission. vi’s chest heaves, sweat trickling down her abs into her pink bush swallowing your cock. you can still see her clit though, pearled and at attention. just gorgeous. “please keep going…”

and you know you’ll get a noise complaint, the fourth one in probably a month? but your hand travels on its own, fingers rubbing furiously at her clit while you buck up into her and she gets right back to it. neighbors be damned, you’ve gotta make your girl happy.

(men + minors dni!)

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

Just thinking about how Jinx never told Isha to stay back and always let her tag along despite the danger because she never wanted to do the same thing Vi did to her and make Isha feel left out/useless. But now she probably understands in the worst way why Vi did what she did.

I’m totally fine.

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚,

𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎!𝑽𝒊

𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 @lolitalovess , 𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒙 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐 <𝟑

꩜bottom!Vi who loves when you bite her arms and tell her it’s a compliment for how cute she is.

꩜bottom!Vi who’s your little doll, wrapped in lace and ribbon lingerie, marks on display, all pretty for mommy.

꩜bottom!Vi who always starts off riding your strap, but always gets too weak in the knees.

꩜bottom!Vi who you force to wear a vibrator in public and “accidentally” pressing up against it as you sit in a restaurant booth.

꩜bottom!Vi who tries her hardest not to cum in public, whining in your ear, face flushed, legs like jelly as you walk around.

꩜bottom!Vi whose ‘scary dog privilege’ is dampened by how hard she is clinging to you.

꩜bottom!Vi who whispers about how much she needs you, face pressed into your neck to hide her blush.

꩜bottom!Vi who is not allowed to cum until you say so, despite the direct stimulation to her clit.

꩜bottom!Vi who loves when you threaten her with punishment if she does not hold it.

꩜bottom!vi cuffed to the bed pussy stuffed with a vibrator, overstimulating her for hours, while she watches you cum.

꩜bottom!vi who’s whines for mommy are muffled through her gag as she cries about not being able taste your squirt.

꩜bottom!vi who loves when you pull her hair so hard she’ll feel it the next day.

꩜bottom!Vi who acts out for mommy’s attention; crying and protesting all the way through each punishment , despite how hard she’s pushing back into your hand as you spank her.

꩜bottom!Vi who sits under your desk, plugged and cuffed, head buried between you thighs to eat you out for hours while you work.

꩜bottom!Vi who screams when you finally let her squirt, her whole body convulsing as she cries out ‘mommy’.

꩜bottom!Vi who loves nothing more when you grip her post-orgasmic, drooling face, to spit harshly in her mouth.

𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒆

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

I NEED TO MARK HER UP RIGHT FUCKING NOW

holy FUCKK oh my god i need that. i cannot even put it into words i need vi so bad i can't get over that she isn't real i need to wife her up. i need to walk behind her and kiss her shoulder and feel her biceps oh my fuck she has risen my standards beyond heaven.

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

genuinely best news i had in a moment. fukurodani getting their highlight, "final" removed from the title meaning we'll likely have another future project as a proper adaptation of the timeskip. i'm in tears.

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

I have nothing appropriate to say…

that tat is such a nice touch..

art: @nikkotari

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piltover this is who you call your sheriff??

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Puppy!Vi stays falling in my lap

rambling about loser!puppyvi who adores eating pussy. what else is new?

a/n: just a lil something from my drafts to hold the masses over. i swear i'm not ignoring any requests, i see them all and plan on getting to them. but assuming we're all college-aged and older yall can probably understand that classes have been beating. my. ass. 😭 but i'm getting back on track so don't fret

could be seen as a part ll to this

if you were to look up the definition of "pussydrunk", chances are you'd find vi's face there. she's always been weak for some cunt, her self-control levels close to 0 and her appreciation for women always up to 100, but this was just....another level.

it's gotten to a point where her face felt foreign if it wasn't coated in copious amounts of your cum, to a point where she would find her middle and ring fingers curling unconsciously, imagining them snuggled deep inside of you. every waking thought was clouded by the prize between your legs.

with literally anything else, vi's usually quite the smart cookie. quick on her feet, adaptable, showing a level of emotional awareness and understanding that's very uncommon for a girl her age. but as soon as you enter the picture, she's morphing into your dumb little puppy, ready at your beck and call to make you leak in any every way possible.

this was a position she held with nothing but immense pride, truly.

whether she was on her neatly on her knees in front of you, your legs dangling over her shoulders, or hovering on top of her face before she slams you onto her mouth and forces you to break her neck, she's made it her mission to always be tongue-deep inside of you. she worshiped your pussy like it was her god (and the church has always scared her), and she was your most devoted priest. reverent, devoted, completely braindead.

and you just let her, hand gently curled around her leash as she feasts upon you. you're still in control, you always are, but it's easy to get swept up in her eagerness, easy to give in when she'll beg for a taste of you. there's a certain edge to her pleading, a method to her madness. she knows exactly what makes you tick, knows all the right buttons to press to get what she wants. so she'll ham it up as much as possible. she'll crawl, she'll cry, hell, she'll bark. and sooner or later, you'll cave. allll according to schedule.

and when she goes in, she goes in. sucks on your clit until it's stiff and raw, licks at you until you're dehydrated with the amount of slick that's pouring out of you. in these sweet, sweet moments, you're just as stupid as her. so out of it, so lost in that sweet little head of yours.

and vi will have.... thoughts. thoughts about subtly pulling away from your heat, creeping up your body to kiss gently on your neck. you wouldn't even be able to see it coming, her sliding into you. she would turn you out, balls deep, her thrusts so thorough and urgent that your knees would buckle for the next 2 weeks.

but if that were to happen, then she knows they'll be hell to pay. you would keep your legs glued shut for ages, depriving her of everything she's worked so hard to get. so for now, she'll keep her fantasies to herself, not wanting to possibly rock the boat.

besides, what's a puppy without her favorite toy?