Your Perspective No Longer Matches The Reality. That's An Old Version Of Me. You Don't Know Who I Am

Last post of the year (had to be Sevika)

love that I can sing fantastic around these heterosexual hoes and nobody will know 😼

gay test 2.0

Every damn second...

ARCANE S2E06 | “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern”

Oh god, I'm painfully gay.

oh tell me what you're willing to do.

I enjoy this headcanon so much. I just KNOW Cait wouldn't let Vi forget that fact

#arcane #caitvi #AU #headcanon

hc that vi used to be taller than cait and then after vacation cait suddenly grows taller HAHAHAHA

THIS

+ reading someone who KNOW how to use words properly and doubting every project on your drafts

being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

They look just like their mothers

Day 130 cleansing the #caitvi tl

Too much talk about caitvi breaking up for my taste. They will grow old togayther 🥹🥹🥹

(This could be canon or soulmate caitvi tbh)

Kofi

I'm obsessed (like the whole fandom. AS IT SHOULD BE) with Viktor's moles

only you

18+ | afab!reader | vi x reader ft caitlyn

cw: voyeurism

caitlyn knows she should look away and is highly aware of how wrong this is. of what she's doing.

but to look away is so hard.

because currently, vi's got you pressed up against the wall behind the bar. she's knelt between your thighs with them over her shoulders, and she's drawing the most beautiful noises out of you.

you're delirious with pleasure, eyes closed tightly as your back forms a rigid arch. the curve of your body pushes your hips further into vi's mouth, and she whimpers needily as her fingers create dimples in the plush of your thighs. she's grabbing onto you like you'd ever think of running, like she's scared you'd leave her without the sweet taste of you.

caitlyn hazily wonders if this what loves looks like; something so reverent that it makes you want to kneel. something so earthshattering that she thinks she'd never recover from baring witness to it.

she thinks, thighs clenched together as she throbs with arousal, as she watches you shake with a weak shout. watches as you start to convulse with the end in sight. vi's head moves eagerly under your skirt, debauchery hidden from view but making it so much more indecent. because caitlyn has to use her imagination, has to envision that vi looks like with her mouth full and wet of sweet cunt.

"vi," you whine, high, as you dig your nails into her shoulder. "vi, i'm gonna—"

one of vi's hands slips under your skirt, and your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open. vi hums softly, caitlyn seeing her shoulder shift with the movement of her hand and—

"fuck," caitlyn near whimpers, thighs squeezed together so tightly it's painful. she sees you lose it, hears you make a mess as what vi doesn't catch splatters on the floor. "fuck, fuck."

caitlyn rushes out of there before she's noticed, heading straight to the bar's bathroom.

when she comes out, satiated and embarrassed, you and vi are already seated back at the table with your friends. you're both smiling, a little ruffled, and caitlyn tries not to remember why.

"you good, caitlyn?" you ask innocently, smiling softening as you look at her. caitlyn struggles to meet your eyes, willing her cheeks not to turn pink.

it may give her away.

"i'm okay," she says, her smile strained. "just...got a little hot."