KARMA !

NSFW CAITVI FANART

warning: 18+ only twitter/tumblr links below. if any of these links are stolen art lmk and i’ll link the original creator! enjoy<3

͙͘͡★ prison scene w/ caitlyn topless

͙͘͡★ vi covered in caitlyn’s hickies

͙͘͡★ janitor caitlyn!! (who is naked) and janitor vi

͙͘͡★ caitlyn tying vi up

͙͘͡★ just vi naked in water

͙͘͡★ caitlyn’s christmas present to vi

͙͘͡★ with the hex-strap?

͙͘͡★ don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

͙͘͡★ dictator cait and pitfighter vi reunion

͙͘͡★ caitlyn making vi squirt

͙͘͡★ this isn’t sexual but their underwear

͙͘͡★ caitlyn’s daydreams

͙͘͡★ vi knuckle-deep in caitlyn

͙͘͡★ getting each other off

͙͘͡★ caitlyn knuckle-deep in vi

͙͘͡★ vi fucking caitlyn against a wall

͙͘͡★ not that sexual, but vampire cait feeding on vi

͙͘͡★ IS THAT THE SIMS LMAO

͙͘͡★ vi is obsessed with caitlyn’s tits

͙͘͡★ they missed each other

͙͘͡★ vi loves her strap & cait loves sucking it off

͙͘͡★ vi drawing caitlyn half-naked

͙͘͡★ making love in bed

͙͘͡★ isn’t officially caitvi but it looks like them

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

gojo and shoko who get a little too drunk together accidentally and find themself inside a bar bathroom dry humping each other

gojo is grabbing her ass, making her grind against the thigh he shoved between her legs. he hasn’t been drunk since he was in high school, and he forgot how much it amplifies the feeling of touch. he’s not drunk enough where he doesn’t know what’s happening, but he has a buzz in his head… and other places, lowering his inhibitions

“shoko…” he breathlessly moans between thrusts when she grips the outline of his cock through his pants. he has to bite his lip to suppress a whine when she finds the head and squeezes it through his pants.

“so hard from just a little kissing, gojo?” she teases, biting his bottom lip and making him groan.

“you’re being so sexy, it’s not fair.” he practically whines the words, pouting when she starts stroking the length of his cock. the pressure of her small hand feels so fucking good, even through the fabric, he’s unable to stop himself from thrusting into her hand.

“mmm, i like you like this.” her legs shake when she rubs her clothed pussy perfectly against his rough pants. her dress rode up over her ass, and the only thing between them is her thin panties and his pants.

“like what?” gojo asks, grunting when she squeezes his cock before turning around and pressing her ass against his cock. gojo keeps his thigh between hers, wrapping her arm against the soft of her stomach before his greedy hands slide up to find her tits.

“i like these… so big.” gojo rests his forehead against her shoulder and begins dry fucking her ass. shoko moans, pushing herself back against him thrust for thrust.

“like that, you’re not irritating me when you’re drunk. you should do it more often.” she moans. gojo grunts in return, wrapping a hand around her throat as he kisses the side of it, using his hand to keep her in place. his other hand slides inside her shirt to slip under her bra and find her bare tit.

she stifles a whine between her teeth when he pinches and rolls shokos nipple. “they’re so soft. god i knew they would be soft. i think about these a lot.” he whisperers into her neck. the heat of his breath tickles her skin, makes her legs shake with the sensitivity.

he’s so hard against her plush ass, rutting desperately with panted moans and low grunts. his cock is sliding between her ass perfectly, warming him even from inside his pants. pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock, wetting the inside of his boxers.

“jesus satoru, you’re so big.” shoko moans, her toes curling in her shoes when he shoves his knee further between her legs to stimulate her clit, she humps against him greedily, squeezing her thighs around his.

gojo giggles, “are you talking about my dick? i thought you said it was smallll” shokos head tips back against his shoulder, baring her throat to him more as he peppers kisses and bites along her pale skin.

“kinda hard to think that when i feel you like a snake between my ass.” she jokes between moans, feeling that familiar warmth coil in her stomach.

“you know what else is kinda hard?” gojo whispers in his best seductive voice.

shoko shakes her head and reaches behind her to grab his ass, digging her nails into him. he grunts, hips stuttering while he dry humps her with such vigor the mirror on the wall is starting to shake. she’s practically being fucked against the sink at this point.

“stop” pant “fucking talking, and- make me cum, gojo.”

his hand tightens around her next and shokos mouth opens wider when the lack of oxygen makes her orgasm rush in faster. “shoko… shoko, fuck shoko.” gojo breaths into her neck between kisses. she gasps when he starts bouncing his thigh, adding more pressure to her clit. “cum for me shoko, pretend i’m inside you and cum all over my big cock.”

his words were so corny, but shoko was unable to fight her orgasm as it wracked through her body. gojo wraps both arms around her stomach, burring his head deeper into her neck when his balls release his seed into his boxers. he’s fucking her hard through stuttered thrusts, pretending he’s pushing his cock deep inside her pussy and filling her with his cum.

“fuck.” she gasps. gripping his arms with shaky hands as they fall against the sink together in a pile of messy, sticky, sweaty limbs.

“fuck is right, my boxers are soaked.” gojo breaths heavily.

“god… i mean it by the way. you really should get drunk more often.” she breaths, slowly regaining the feeling in her legs. if he was able to make her cum this hard from a little dry humping, she wondered what he could do with his cock inside her.

“you know we can have sex when im sober.” gojo retorted, looking at her though the mirror while continuing to massage her tits. his other hand joined the party and started treating them like stress toys.

she shook her head. “no, i need you to be at least tipsy before you fuck me. you’re cute like this.”

gojo pouts. “you just want to take advantage of me.”

shoko scoffs and grips his wrist. “you’re the one with your hands on my tits fucking my ass. besides, you had one shot, you big lightweight.”

gojo squinted his eyes at her like he was going to respond, before his forehead dropped onto her shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling her neck as he continued to massage her boobs. “couldn’t think of a clap back. alcohol makes me dumb.”

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

hearing ‘i missed you’ mid makeout could make me cum on the spot

Yeah I’ll drink to that

The amount of joy human alastor and his mother gives me should be illegal

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Forgetting Date Night: Reno Ichikawa

Tw: Forgotten date, stood up, upset reader, begging for forgiveness, angst to fluff, etc….

He never meant to upset you and the fact that he’d failed to read any of the texts you’d sent him was what broke his heart even more. For a little over two hours you’d waited for him at the café he’d been dying to try and he ignored all your messages to train in the gym instead of being there for you. By the time he’d read your texts it was too late, he raced to his room with the intent of changing to go to you only to find a bag and a lukewarm cup of hot chocolate sitting in front of his door. ‘I guess you were busy. Maybe we can go again next time. -(Y/n)’ “Fuck.”, Reno sighed, falling to a low squat with his hands plastered against his face in shame. Not only had he forgotten date night but you still brought him something anyways! He loved how caring you were but it made him feel so much worse.

He quickly called you, hoping you’d answer, fresh tears threatening to spill from the waterline in his eyes. “Hey.”, your voice sounded tired and weak. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry, I was training and failed to realize the time. I-If you’re still up for it we could do something else, anything you want.”, Reno suggested softly.

There was silence for a bit, than a small sniffle, he’d made you cry! “I-It’s okay Reno. We’re Defense Force Soldiers…this…this is expected and training is important. Don’t worry about it, I’m going to sleep.”, you struggled to speak between the choked sobs. Reno scratched at the back of his neck, “O-Okay…I lov-“, the call had cut off before he could finish talking and it made him feel even worse than before. You were looking forward to this date so much and he could tell training and missions were really starting to get to you, you needed this time with him and he failed you. “I’ll make it up to her. I will.”, Reno promised himself, he took the treats you’d bought him into his room and fell asleep planning on how he could make things right.

The next morning during physical training he noticed you from afar, you looked so defeated and your smile was forced. Violet eyes constantly found you during the training session, picking up on your lack of energy, and your obvious sadness. It was like that for about two hours until the Vice Captain called for a break. Reno was tired sure but he really wanted to talk to you, he slowly made his way over to you, with something special in his pocket for you that he hoped would help improve your mood.

“(Y/n).”, he called out softly to you. Kikoru glared at him as soon as she heard his voice which made him flinch back, “It’s fine Kiko. Go on ahead without me.”, you sighed.

You refused to look at him, pulling your knees to your chest while he took a seat next to you on the ground. Kikoru left you two alone and glared at Reno as if telling him to fix his mistake. Now alone Reno seemed nervous to speak but he couldn’t bare to see you so upset. He wasn’t sure where to start but he knew what he wanted to say, “First of all, thank you for my snacks they are very tasty. We’ll definitely go back together one day.” You let out a quiet grunt at his statement, it made him flinch, he knew that’s not what you wanted to hear so he continued, “About yesterday…I’m sorry I forgot. I didn’t mean to upset you like that, it was unfair and humiliating I know. I’m so sorry (Y/n).”, he apologized.

“We’re soldiers now, it’s gonna happen.”, you sighed still avoiding his gaze.

“Even if that’s true, it shouldn’t happen often.”, he retorted, he pulled something out from his pocket and placed it between you two, “Here, I wanted to give this to you last night.”

You finally turned your head to look at him, your eyes were swollen from crying last night and it made his heart sink even more. You gazed down at the little purple box and slowly reached for it opening it up to find a pair of bracelets. They were a bit heavy, definitely not the most stylish looking piece of jewelry you’d own but the meaning behind it would definitely be enough to better your mood. Reno scooted closer to you, leaning his head atop yours to explain the gift to you. “I asked Haruichi to make us something for our anniversary, I know it’s a few months out but I couldn’t keep waiting after hurting you like that last night.”, he sighed pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “The bracelets bond as a pair and the pulse of your partner flashes along the screen so you know the other is okay. You can also press the charm on the bottom to make the other bracelet glow, that way when we’re apart I can let you know I’m thinking about you and you can let me know in return.”

Reno gently took your left hand and placed your bracelet on your wrist, kissing the pulse point on your wrist tenderly before putting his bracelet on. Curiously you pressed the charm and sure enough Reno’s bracelet gently glowed violet just like his eyes. “Goddamnit why are so fucking cute.”, you groaned falling onto your back with your hands over your face, “I can’t even be mad at you for a whole twenty-four hours without you making my heart skip a beat again.”

Reno smiled at your reaction, his eyes looked down at his bracelet to show your elevated heart rate and it made him laugh. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”, he asked, laying down next to you. You finally looked at him, your face completely flushed red in color, and glared at him.

“I guess it does. Thank you for the gift Reno, it means alot to me.”, you smiled. Reno smiled back at you, he rolled over just a bit so he could steal a kiss from your pretty lips before anyone else could see. After all he hadn’t been able to kiss you goodnight or good morning since yesterday’s mistake.

“I love you.”, he whispered softly against your lips. “I love you more Reno. Now get off before Vice Captain makes us run extra laps for pda.”, you warned playfully. Reno let out a sweet laugh and scooted away just a bit, his hand still holding onto yours, even if he did get in trouble if it meant getting to love you it was worth it.

Caitlyn: My sister in law killed my mom and I'm in my lesbian dictator era

Vi: My girlfriend broke up with me right after we kissed

Jinx: I got reversed adopted by a random kid

Ambessa: *manipulating Caitlyn*

Sevika: *gambling with her new arm*

Viktor: *is Yaoi Jesus*

Jayce, Ekko and Heimerdinger: What the fuck is going on

Mel's subplot:

husband!simon riley who backs his wife's rights and wrongs cw: murder

you fucked up. majorly, as you stared at the bloody body on your living room floor, red seaping into the grooves of the floorboards. you were frozen, perhaps it was shock as you watched the carnage seep into your nice rug that simon had bought you.

you ran your hands through your hair, only spreading the blood across your soft skin and threads of hair. how would you explain this to your husband? how would you hide this from your husband? how would you explain to him the rug, that you begged for, was suddenly not to your liking, because it had a massive splotch of someone's else's blood? no mistaking that for a period stain.

you were royally fucked, pacing back and forth, avoiding splatters of blood as you thought millions of plans in your head.

what if you dumped the body in the dumpster? no, the body would decompose far too quickly, and not to mention the smell. it's the middle of the fucking summer and hot as balls outside! okay, well, what if you stuffed the body in a suitcase and buried it? no, no, it was too big to fit in even your largest. oh, what if you cut him up? back up, that's even more blood that you'd have to deal with. plus, digging was never your thing.

all this time panicking left time wasted, and soon enough, your lovely, unsuspecting husband had pulled into the driveway. you shrieked to yourself as you peaked out the blinds, scrambling back to the body, but yet again, what the fuck could you do?

the front door opened and closed quickly after, the sounds of boots being kicked off and disposed as panic rose in your body. fuck, this was it. you were definitely going to jail, your husband will never trust you again, wouldn't even pay a visit. you could hear his voice calling, increasingly becoming more concerned without a response.

footsteps followed, and he appeared around the corner. his eyes landed on you, then the body, and then you, and then the body, and then—you get it. his eyes scanned your smooth skin for injury, narrowing at the blood before confirming it wasn't yours.

"wot hav'i told ya abo't makin' messes near yer precious rug, swee'eart?" he grunted, shrugging off his coat and tossing it to the couch, pulling you in by your hips, pressed against his front as a thumb swiped away a blood splat on your cheek, "y'okay?"

you looked at him dumbfounded, lips parted in shock as you stuttered, "y...yeah," you swallowed thickly, immediately moving to explain yourself, "but simon, i-"

"shhhh, don't say'a word, pre'ty thin', I'v got't." he coos lowly, petting your hair, rubbing the strands between the pads of his gloved fingers as he eyed the blood, "go take'a shower 'n look all pre'ty f'me, yeah? can'ya do'tha?"

your eyes darted around, but a firm grasp on your chin kept your attention to him. you swallowed thickly, meeting his eyes for the first time since he walked in, and nodded again. detaching from his side, you skidded down the hall to rid yourself of the dead man's blood.

after you disappeared into the bathroom, simon let out a deep sigh, "who the fuck is this?" he muttered gruffly to himself, shaking his head as he crouched near the body, tilting his head multiple ways as he examined further before shrugging it off, "wot'vr the missus wants."

yeah, he wouldn't question you. you wanted someone dead? had to be for a good reason, and he'll buy you a new rug after tossing that one. but he wouldn't tell you when the police dropped by about the disappearance of the man. don't wanna stress out the missus.

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