charminglilly

[charminglilly]

tumblr decided to fuck with me today and post this while unfinished 2 TIMES. like okay girl I'm working on it jeez ✋🙄 tumblr sub!ellie enjoyer #confirmed.

this was supposed to be a short blurb but as usual i got carried away cus it was too fun to write lol. sub!ellie has been plaguing my mind I'M SICK (ovulating), enjoy. also @hypnagogics thank u tvin for the idea and encouragement

warnings: smutty smut smut, bottom sub!ellie yum, praise, use of sex toy, written at like 1 am excuse any grammar mistakes

MDNI!!!

"What the fuck are those?"

A mysterious black box sits in between your red-headed friend and you, perched on top of the couch you're both currently lounging on. You've been busy these past couple of days, to say the least, after discovering a certain shop on your patrol. The lone mall you came across outside of town was surely filled to the brim with supplies, you thought as you entered, exploring different stores and rooms when something bright colorful and caught your eye.

A neon pink sign reading "Lovehoney" flickered above a shop you've never seen before; it looked half-empty, with just a few lonely mannequins posing in the window, their bodies clad in nothing but mismatched, lacy underwear. Intriguing.

You swore you would only take one, maybe two...fuck it, three. Oh, but the rainbow one is so pretty. Whatever. You honestly did not know how it happened, but that day you carried home at least 5 sex toys. They were all different sizes, shapes, colors, intended for different purposes. Obviously, you picked up a stack of batteries you found behind a counter, hidden away behind some dirty magazines (you took those too), and a harness, just in case. Okay fine, some lingerie as well.

In that box, which your dear friend Ellie was looking at and referring to, were those exact sex toys. You try not to laugh as you look at her confused face, snickering at her question.

"Els, seriously? You don't know what these are?" you ask her, holding up a purple vibrator.

"Yes, seriously. I-I mean, I have a few guesses, but..." Ellie says, pink blush evident on her cheeks, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in curiosity.

"What are they, hm?" you tease her, finding this a little too funny.

"...sex toys of some kind?"

"Bingo! Look how many I managed to snag, and they all work!" You happily say, gesturing at the bundle in front of you. Well, what else were you supposed to do in your free time? Of course you tested out every single one.

"They all...work?" she breathed out.

Shit, did you say that out-loud? You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you look away, putting the toy back into the box. "Yeah... Yeah, they work...pretty well. I mean, don't worry! They're all thoroughly washed." Seriously?

A pause ensues and you think you fucked this up. Great, Ellie's gonna think you're a fucking weirdo now. Seriously, who shows their friend their sex toys? Weirdos probably, that's who.

Just before you were about to spew an array of apologies, your eyes suddenly snap to the girls hand as she slowly picks up a pink vibrator, a big, microphone shaped thing, and examines it, curious eyes flickering over the plastic. Okay, you're good. She doesn't hate you.

"I've never even fucking seen one of these. Jesus, how does— how does it work?" the cute furrow of her brows makes you smile as her hands spin the toy around, tracing the small buttons on the side.

"You're really asking me?"

Ellie scoffs, putting her hands up in defense. "What the fuck do I know? Just...never seen one before, so..."

God, she was cute, and clueless. You've never seen her this flustered, she even refuses to make eye contact.

You scoot closer to her, positioning your hands on her shaky ones as you place her finger on the 'ON' button.

"You press this and," she presses it lightly and the toy starts to buzz, which adorably startles her, "it does that, but here you can change the intensity. See?" You move her finger down, pushing it a couple of times to show her all of the different settings.

Hot, short breaths fan the side of your face and you can see in her gaze that she's intrigued, likely curious to what it would feel like. Before you catch yourself, you blurt out, "You can borrow it, ya know?"

Another pause.

"Sorry, I—"

"No, no, that's—"

Ellie sighs, furrowing her face as she feigns nonchalance, "I was gonna say it's not— you don't have to... I mean, I don't even fucking know how to use the thing, so... Like, the fuck do you even do with it, I don't—" she stops, looking at the pink toy again, "Whatever, just, yeah." She swiftly places it back in the box and scratches her neck, red cheeks and wide eyes.

Oh.

You think for a second.

Well, a friend would explain it to her; the placement, speed and all that. But, a very good friend would offer to show her, right? That's just what good, amazing friends do. Exactly. Definitely not because you've been absolutely dying to fuck her for months now, somehow always missing the chance to make a move. This was your in.

Fuck it.

"Uh, want me to show you?"

Beads of sweat gather at the nape of your neck, while sharp breaths brush against it in quick succession. Red hair tickles your cheek and your shoulder burns hot from the girl in front of you, her weak, warm body slumped on your chest.

"Oh, fu— fuck." Ellie rasps, her moans whiny and a bit shy as she gets used to the foreign feeling on her lower half.

Your hand sneaks its way under her shirt, quick fingers finding her pink, pebbled nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. In the other hand, the pink vibrator buzzes softly against the girls clothed core as you hold it in place, slowly trailing it up and down.

"Feels good?" you whisper into her ear and she nods, more eager than ever.

"Y-yeah, yeah, feels good." she's breathy and fidgety, but most of all, wet.

Wet, wet, wet. Fucking soaked. So much so, that you can hear it, even with the toy pressed up against her damp boxers, the color turning a few shades darker.

So, you press a bit harder, just to see her squirm in your hold, her tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your bare thigh and legs spreading a bit farther apart.

"Holy shit, please—"

"Please what, hm?"

God, were you enjoying this. Seeing the girl who half of fucking Jackson was afraid of, melt like absolute putty in your hands. Hearing her moans and pleas, feeling her warm touch on your skin, it was almost enough to send you over the edge. You would've never guessed she was a beggar, though, that was a nice surprise.

You smile into her hair, kissing her shiny temple. "Please what? Use your words." And she barely returns a coherent moan back. You already got her falling apart and you just started.

Ellie squeezes your thigh once more, bucking up her shaky hips off of the couch, "Can I take them off? Please? Please, please, please." The tip of her nose nuzzles your neck, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine. Her desperation only fuels you more.

You chuckle. Oh, you were gonna ruin her.

"Only good girls get what they want, are you a good girl, hm?"

The toy trails up and down, pausing just where she needs you the most before continuing its path to her aching hole. It pushes and prods until her pretty moans slip past her swollen lips, getting muffled in the skin of your neck. You stop, lifting up the buzzing vibrator, just to drop it down again when you see her writhe beneath you.

"Yes, fuck, I'm being good, I swear!" Ellie mutters out and you can hear the slight hesitation in her trembling voice, this not being her usual role in the bedroom. Only a few have made it to this stage, her usual strong and somewhat quiet demeanour showing a totally different side to her.

But this, this side she doesn't let out often. This was absolutely different than any other hook up she's ever had. Hell, even Ellie herself wouldn't have guessed this is where she would end up tonight — on her friends worn-down couch practically, no, full on begging to get properly fucked.

A soft kiss is placed on your neck, just below your ear, your skin tingling from the sudden contact. She follows it by placing a few more sloppy ones, quivering moans slipping out in between. This was some sort of Ellie's way of bribing you, telling you to just take off her sticky undergarments and let her feel everything, she's been good so far, right? She deserves her reward.

"Please—" Ellie whimpers, so softly, so desperately that you barely catch it. You figure she's had enough.

"You can take 'em off. Slowly." You steadily take the toy off of her, a translucent string of slick sticking to it as you lift it up.

Holy fuck.

She was absolutely killing you.

Ellie nods, inserting her clammy hands into the waistband of her black boxers, slowly and painfully sliding them down her trembling legs. She returns to her position, thighs open so wide she would be embarrassed if she wasn't so fucking turned on. You take this as an invitation to continue and you place the pink vibrator just above her sensitive bud, testing out if she's ready as you massage her skin.

"That's it, good girl. You're being so good for me right now. You ready?" Fuck, you're shaking just as much as her and you're not even the one being touched.

"I'm-I'm ready. Mhm!" Ellie's almost unintelligible, babbling into your neck as she cranes her head to see your hand working its magic as it inches down.

As per her request, you lower the toy on her clit, starting off with small circles as you let her get used to the intense feeling. Ellie groans out, relieved that you finally let her have it. Finally, she feels the full effect of the pink toy that's been teasing her for the past half an hour. She's surprised she even lasted that long.

"Fuuuuu— Feels so good. Don't stop, please! Don't stop, holy shit—"

The sounds that fill the room are obscene, dirty, so fucking filthy. Wet squelches, whiny groans and curses fill up your ears and you swear you can feel everything you're giving her, almost on the edge yourself.

The vibrator continues to buzz deliciously against her swollen clit as you run your hand down her heated body, occasionally stopping to grope at her pretty tits and feel her quiver and babble in your hold. You can sense that she's close, needing that one final push.

"You close, hm? You gonna be good and come for me?"

Ellie, as good as ever, nods at your questions, eager to finally feel her release. As much as she was impatient, she wouldn't have it any other way.

No one else but you.

Her hips rock against your hand as you match up her speed, her pace messy and faltering as she chases her long-awaited high. Her breathing picks up and she moans louder than before, so near her peak it's almost painful — almost like she's waiting for your much needed approval.

"You can come, baby." You nod, voice hushed as you watch her with blown out pupils.

And she does, she comes so hard she could swear she's in another dimension. The orgasm hits Ellie hard and fast, her moans chocked up and high-pitched, plump lips open and brows creased — you could come just from the sight. Her weak hands grip your own, pale knuckles turning a shade lighter from the tight hold she has on you.

You, of course, talk her through it. "Good girl. My good girl. You did so well, you know that?"

After a string of curses and a couple of seconds later, Ellie comes down from her high, instinctively closing her trembling thighs around the vibrator placed between her legs and panting as she wipes the shiny sweat off her forehead.

"Holy fucking shit. That was— Fuck..." She pants, still meekly holding your thigh with one hand as she pushes the toy away from her, her aching pussy still overly sensitive for more. As much as you would love to overstimulate her, you decide to save that for another time, another lesson perhaps.

"Good? Bad? Never again?" You chuckle softly, feeling satisfied with yourself as you caress her auburn hair, weak fingers threading through her damp locks.

Ellie lets out a breathy laugh, "It was amazing, never felt anything like it. Shit."

A few moments of silence pass as you lay in each others arms, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Your sticky limbs tangled and your bodies sweaty as you match your breathing to Ellie's, cheek pressed on the top of her head.

"You know," you whisper in her ear, "you were being such a good girl, I'm up for some more..."

You were in for a long night.

[charminglilly]

Can you write something really fluffy about doing face masks with Abby please? <3

no warnings, just fluff! <333

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“Sit still, Abs. m’almost done.”

She sits in the chair in front of your vanity, thighs spread wide to make room for you to stand between her legs. You’re close enough that she can wrap her arms around your thighs while you happily apply the thick clay mask onto her face.

Abby was hesitant to agree when you suggested face masks as a date night idea – skincare just wasn’t something she was into. But with you leaning over her and pouring all your attention into your work, it’s hard for her to remember why she would’ve ever said no.

With an old makeup brush that you’d sacrificed for the full experience, it’s almost soothing the way you smooth the clay onto Abby’s skin. The brush swipes over her the bridge of her nose and across her relaxed jaw, bristles tickling her skin in a foreign sense of bliss. She didn’t even notice that her eyes had slipped shut until you were pulling away and screwing the lid back on the jar.

When you move out of reach and Abby’s hands drop to her lap, she almost whines from the loss of contact. She cracks her eyes open to see you surveying her with a proud grin.  “All done.”

She turns to the mirror to see for herself, barely able to stifle the groan that builds in her chest. I look ridiculous, she thinks.

“How long’s this supposed to stay on?”

“Mm, twenty minutes or so,” you reply, perching on her knee to wait out the time.

She hums and turns her attention to the tubs of creams and serums on your vanity, tapping her fingers idly on the mosaic of colored lids. “D’you actually use all of these?”

“Mhmm,” you answer affirmatively, leaning forward to rummage through a drawer for a hair tie to pull Abby’s hair back from her face.

“Some are for mornings, some are for nights; A few of ‘em are for acne and one’s just for my lips.”

She crinkles her nose under the thick layer of clay, crackling the semi-dry surface and leaving tiny wrinkles between her brows. “Why do you need all that, though?”

“Gotta look pretty for my girlfriend,” you joke, leaning over her pull her hair into a messy ponytail.

“You’re already pretty, baby.”

Abby rests her hands comfortably around your waist, watching your concentrated face as you comb your fingers through her thick, blonde hair. When you’re done, she leans forward for a kiss and you quickly sit back to avoid her.

“Don’t wanna mess up your face mask, Abs. If you kiss me, it’ll rub off.”

She chases after you with puckered lips, reveling in your laughter when she peppers kisses over your cheeks, leaving little traces of clay mask in her path. “That’s okay, baby. I don’t mind sharing.”

[charminglilly]

cooking cupcakes

[charminglilly]

Can u do a drabble or hcs on cuddling Ellie?

Ur writing is so good I love everything U write :>

WREATHE

warnings: not much, mostly fluff, basically the rq, mdni with my account tho😏

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR I KID YOU NOT LIKE HALF A YEAR IM GENUINELY SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😰 thank you so much for sending the rq even though i took the piss responding, also this is a drabble bc i don’t think i’d be good at doing hcs 😭 i have some shit coming up at uni so i prolly won’t put anything out for a while but i have an idea for a new fic in the drafts !!! very excited…

ramadan has started which means israel’s violence against the Palestinian people will worsen as it does every year, purely for the sake of inflicting even more psychological torture on them. please, now more than ever, pray for them if you’re religious, talk about palestine, boycott, protest, strike, donate if you can, contact the people in charge. don’t let people forget. here’s a link to some details on the situation. everybody stay safe 💗.

10:47 - you return from a strenuous day of patrol and odd jobs around Jackson. You’re slightly tipsy, a drink or two from the Tipsy Bison churning a pool of warmth within your stomach.

The place is stagnant when you push the door open, as if coming home to nobody.

Ellie must’ve gone to bed early today.

You drift to the bathroom despite the fact that the house feels apocalyptic, and sit in the gentle rush of water, scrubbing your skin weakly with aching arms.

When you enter your room, everything is still, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of Ellie’s figure beneath the covers on the bed backed against the wall.

You throw the dampened towel that is slung over your shoulder carelessly and walk over to the bed, gently settling beside her.

For a while, you feel content. Sleep is lulling you in, the room is shadowy, the bed is warm, and the sound of Ellie’s deep-sleep-breaths (totally not snores at all, she swears) are soft like TV static in the back of your mind.

Your eyes are on the verge of fluttering closed for the last time tonight so you turn onto your side and nestle into yourself.

Then, there’s a harsh jolt and the bed shifts. You can feel Ellie’s puzzled gaze raking over you, the realisation that you’re home setting in, and your lips twist into a smile subconsciously. The night rarely ends without the inebriating buzz of affection.

A quiet sigh escapes the enclosure of her blush-pink lips before she reclines into the pillows once more, eyes never leaving the still curvature of your figure. Not a moment passes and her arms encircle your waist, warmth embracing your torso and pressing against your hair like a wreathe of absolute comfort.

A barely audible mumble tickles the helix of your ear,

“Hey, babe,” accompanied by the phantom touch of her lips against your cheeks in her half-asleep state. You scrunch your nose before turning into the love she offers you.

“Hey, Els.”

You begin to mumble butterfly details about the happenings of the day as you feel the surface of her skin raise with goosebumps under the delicate tracing of your fingertips - down her bare thighs, along the round of her hip, along her stomach and under her boobs - easing airy chuckles out of her.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Hm? Nothin’…”

You can already picture the smirk on her dazed face,

“Ya sure there? You want somethin’, babe?”

A playful scoff and she’s looking at you with feigned shock against the weight of tired eyelids,

“Can’t I feel you? I just wanna be close to you,”

“I’d say we’re pretty close, ya know?”

“Never close enough,” you clarify and the rasp of her laugh fades into silence and she presses a kiss onto your head, and then another, straining her neck till she’s face to flushed and grinning face, stringing a blizzard of soft, dewy kisses across it.

“Alright, alright!”

“One more- mwah,” she smacks her lips against your scrunched up mouth aggressively, leaving a gross patch of saliva, and smiles dumbly to herself, tightening the hold of her arms around you to which you groan.

Tight against her gentle sway, she mutters a quiet confirmation,

“Never close enough,” and then runs the rough pads of her fingertips along the expanse of your skin, lingering a moment on your thighs.

It’s like the rustle of a spring breeze and it draws your eyes to a close.

As you drift further from the surface, you feel the soft tingle of Ellie’s foot nudging your ankle and the distant haze of her voice whispering,

“You sure you don’t want anything, baby?” and you’re asleep.

also, absolutely no one asked for this but here are some pictures of my fat ass cat (cutest patootie evah 😆😆):

[charminglilly]

Farm Ellie, where the reader wants move back to the city, but she doesn’t want to come with! Just an idea <3

married life w/ ellie on a farm ⌇ you suggest moving back to the city

farmer!ellie x fem!reader

warnings ⌇ word count 1.5k, established relationship (married), hurt/comfort, arguing, happy ending, fluff

It was one of those quiet evenings you loved, the kind where you and Ellie would sit on the couch, side by side, and simply exist in each other's presence. She had her feet tucked beneath her, a book in hand, while you absentmindedly traced the patterns on the armrest, your mind drifting.

The stillness felt nice, but your thoughts weren’t as peaceful. They kept drifting back to something you’d been quietly wrestling with. It wasn’t that you didn’t love the farm, love this life with Ellie, but the pull of the city—the hum of the streets, the noise, the rush—still clung to your heart. It felt like home in a way the country never would, and the thought of leaving it behind for good was starting to feel suffocating.

Finally, you couldn’t shake it anymore. You turned to Ellie, your voice tentative. “Hey… do you ever miss the city?”

Ellie glanced up at you from her book, a brow arched in curiosity. “The city?” she repeated, looking genuinely puzzled.

“Yeah… I mean like…” You paused, trying to find the right words. “Do you miss it? The busy streets, the noise, everything about it?”

Ellie tilted her head, her lips quirked into a half-smile. “I mean, yeah, sometimes. But… not a whole bunch.” She shrugged, her fingers turning the page of her book. "It’s home, here.”

You let her words sit in the air for a moment before you pressed further, almost nervously. “Yeah, but… what if we went back? I don’t know… like to stay for a while, not just for a trip? Maybe even, you know… live there?"

Ellie blinked at you as if she couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. She slowly lowered the book, setting it on the coffee table, and leaned forward, her face shifting into a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “What are you on about? What’s all these questions for?”

You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of the thought pressing down on you more and more. “I don’t know. It’s just… sometimes, I miss it. I miss the energy. I miss how alive it felt there. And… I don’t know… I guess I’m just wondering if we could go back. You know, maybe it’s something we could do.”

Ellie’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she sat back, processing what you said. Her voice dropped to a low, incredulous tone. “You want to leave here? Leave this? This farm?” Her hands motioned around the living room, the space that had become home to both of you. “Everything my family built, everything I’ve worked for, and just go back to the city? After all this?”

You felt a rush of guilt, a lump forming in your throat. “Ellie, I—"

"All of this," she interrupted, her voice rising slightly now, her hands spread wide as if emphasizing the life you’d both chosen. "The farm, the animals, the house—this is my life, this is everything I’ve ever known. And you want to leave it all behind because you miss the city?"

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to make her feel like her life was less than what you wanted. But you needed to be honest. "I didn’t say I wanted to leave you, Ellie. I love you, I love this place… but I just miss the city. The rush, the freedom. The noise. It’s like a part of me is still there. I don’t know how else to explain it."

Ellie’s face hardened, her tone now full of disbelief. "You miss it? After everything we’ve done here? Everything I’ve worked for, all the effort we’ve put into this farm, you want to leave it because of some city? You’re telling me you’d just throw that all away?"

Your chest tightened. "No, I don’t want to throw it away, I just—"

"Just what?" Ellie snapped, her eyes flashing with frustration. "You want to walk away from everything we’ve built, everything we have here? For the city?"

You could feel your own temper starting to flare, but before you could respond, you blurted out, "Damn! Fine, I get it! Whatever! I don’t know! I just—" You stood up abruptly, cutting her off mid-rant. "I don’t know what I’m saying!"

You turned sharply and stormed down the hallway, slamming the bedroom door behind you, the sound echoing through the house like a cold reminder of the argument. You didn’t know if you were mad at her or just frustrated with yourself, but the weight of the conversation left you breathless.

The night dragged on, and you stayed in the bedroom, tossing and turning in bed. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Ellie’s face—confusion, hurt, anger—and it gnawed at you. You regretted what you’d said, and part of you hated that you had pushed her so hard. You knew that life on the farm was everything she’d ever wanted. And to her, the city might’ve seemed like a faraway fantasy, something she could never go back to.

But still, you couldn’t stop missing it.

Hours later, the house was quiet. You slipped out of the room, your feet cold against the wooden floor, and made your way into the living room. The soft light of the lamp beside the couch illuminated Ellie, who was sitting there, reading her book. She looked up when you entered, her expression unreadable, but there was no anger now—just exhaustion.

You hesitated before sitting down beside her, close enough that your legs brushed against each other. The space between you felt heavy, but neither of you spoke for a long time.

Finally, Ellie put down her book, turning to face you. Her voice was soft, but there was an understanding in it that hadn’t been there earlier. “I get it,” she said quietly. “I understand why you miss the city. I get that it’s part of who you are. But… I can’t just leave this behind, you know? This farm. This is everything I’ve ever known. It’s my family’s history, it’s all I’ve worked for. I don’t want to throw that away.”

You felt your heart sink, but you nodded, feeling the guilt weigh heavily on you. “I’m sorry for even suggesting you’d leave it all behind. I shouldn’t have said that. I was just… I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking.”

Ellie squeezed your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I understand why you miss the city. It’s where you feel like yourself. I just… I can’t imagine leaving here. But I want to find a way to make this work. Maybe we don’t have to choose. Maybe we can just visit the city. Together.”

You looked at her, a small smile tugging at your lips as you squeezed her hand back. “Yeah. Maybe we can. I love it here… I love you. But I think I need both.”

Ellie leaned in, resting her head on your shoulder. “We’ll figure it out."

married life w/ ellie on the farm

taglist // @kaykeryyy

[charminglilly]

Ice Cold

masterlist!

synopsis: your chronically cold, good thing your girlfriend's body runs as hot as a furnace (lowkey nsfw but really sfw because i can't write smut)

pairings: vi x reader

Pulling your (Vi’s) hoodie around yourself tighter, you quietly made your way into the kitchen of your shared apartment, shivering despite the layers of clothing you had buried yourself underneath. You weren’t built for the cold, your hands turning into icicles at the smallest hint of even a chill in the air, but Vi loved to keep the apartment uncomfortably cool (in your opinion) because she ran as hot as a furnace. 

But you had the perfect solution to all of your problems. 

As you entered the kitchen, Vi was humming to herself as she stirred a pot over the stove, her longer red hair spilling messily over her shoulders as her tank top hung loosely on her muscular body.  Scanning over her upper body quickly, you smiled. 

Her back was to you, broad and relaxed as she focused on whatever delicious concoction she was preparing. You crept closer, your smile widening as your plan formed fully in your mind. She didn’t notice you yet, too lost in her cooking and humming softly to herself. 

“Hey, popsicle,” she teased, her voice warm and amused without even looking your way. She always seemed to know when you were there, her awareness of you bordering on uncanny. 

“Hey,” you replied, your tone sweet as you sidled up behind her. The warmth radiating off her back was like a magnet, drawing you in. You placed your forehead lightly between her shoulder blades, letting the heat seep into your frozen skin. 

“Still cold?” she asked, her tone teasing but affectionate. 

“Always,” you replied, a slight pout in your voice as your icy fingers hovered just above her waist. “But I’ve got a plan.”

Before she could respond, you slipped your hands up under the hem of her muscle tank, pressing your frosty fingers against the bare skin on her toned stomach, your fingers trailing lightly up the lines of her abs before resting comfortably on her braless chest. 

Vi’s entire body jerked at the shock of your cold finger against her warm skin, her reflexive yelp echoing through the kitchen. “What the–!”

You giggled, wiggling your fingers as your hands cupped her breasts. “They’re like my own personal hand warmers,” you grinned, giving her a light squeeze. “So warm, so squishy~”

Vi froze for a moment, her muscles tensing under your touch as her mind caught up with your antics. Then, her low chuckle rumbled through her chest, vibrating against your forehead still pressed to her back. “You’re playing a dangerous game, popsicle,” she warned, her voice husky, but there was teasing lilt to it.

You grinned wider, unrepentant. “Dangerous? Or wildly deliberate?”

She turned off the stove with a deliberate click, spun around suddenly, and trapped you between her and the counter. Her calloused hands found your hips, fingers pressing firmly into your layers of clothing as her smirk sent a spark down your spine. “You want warm? I’ll give you warm,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. 

Before you could respond, Vi ducked her head and kissed you, her mouth firm and demanding against yours. The heat of her lips was a stark contrast to your chilled skin, and you melted into her immediately, your hands moving to her shoulders to anchor yourself. 

Her fingers slipped under the edge of your hoodie, tugging it up just enough to let her palms against the small of your back. Her touch was searing, sending shivers down your spine for a whole different reason now. She deepened the kiss, her lips parting yours as her tongue teased its way inside, coaxing a soft sigh from you. 

“Still cold?” she murmured against your lips, her voice dripping with playful arrogance. 

You tugged at her tank top, your fingers curling into the fabric as you pulled her impossibly closer. “Getting there,” you breathed, your words catching slightly as her teeth grazed your lower lip. 

Vi chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. Her hands slipped under the light fabric of your tank top, running up your sides and over your back, the rough pads of her fingers igniting sparks against your skin. Her mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“Kitchen’s getting a little warm, don’t you think?” she teased, her breath hot against your neck as her lips continued their slow exploration of familiar territory. 

You couldn’t form a coherent response, your brain fogging with the mix of her heat and the intoxicating scent of her cherry shampoo. “Maybe…we should…” you tried, your voice faltering as her lips pressed a kiss to your collarbone. 

Her grin widened against your skin as she kissed the lower edge of your jaw, trailing back up to catch your mouth in a kiss once more. “Finish cooking? Or something else, pretty girl?” 

“Something else,” you murmured, pulling her back into a heated kiss as the forgotten pot on the stove filled the room with its delicious aroma, the two of you far too engrossed in each other to care. 

an ode to me having raynauds and a flat chest

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Vi Sleep Headcanons

Word Count: 545

Content/Warnings: sfw, gn reader (no pronouns used), a little bit of angst just bc poor Vi has never caught a break in her life

A/N: so while i finish up the dancer!vi x dancer! reader smut... i wrote this up super quick last night in bed while my girlfriend was genuinely sprawled on top of me pushing me off of it but awwww my shayla ANYWAY, here is a short headcanon about what I think it's like to share a bed with Vi! enjoy!

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

୨ৎ Vi, who feels the safest when she's as small as she can get while she sleeps

୨ৎ Before you two began sleeping in the same bed, she'd try to go to sleep with her limbs outstretched- be it on her side, her back, or her stomach- but every morning, without fail, she'd wake up with her knees tucked into her chest and her arms wrapped around her own waist

୨ৎ After the two of you began sharing a bed, she'd start out curled into herself, cradled in your arms, and wake up starfished across the entire fucking bed

୨ৎ Vi, who I fully and wholeheartedly believe sucks at being the big spoon

୨ৎ As much as she'd like to feign that she's all big and tough- that she's supposed to be the one holding you- she sleeps the best tucked against your back, covers pulled up to her nose

୨ৎ (When she does try to big spoon, she burrows her head so far into your back that you end up turning around to hold her anyway)

୨ৎ Vi, who-despite pulling it right up to her nose before she falls asleep- always manages to kick the damn comforter off the bed in the middle of the night

୨ৎ She runs so hot at night that it doesn't matter; anything more than the top sheet and you'd sweat through your pajamas

୨ৎ Vi, who sleeps naked apart from her underwear (plain cotton hipsters; there's no way boxers are fitting underneath the tight ass jeans she wears like i’m sorry)

୨ৎ Vi, who hates waking up alone; in fact, she's terrified of it

୨ৎ You learned your lesson about leaving bed unannounced when one morning, you woke up before she did and decided to sneak off to the kitchen to make her a surprise breakfast

୨ৎ You're busy scrambling eggs when you hear her call your name from the hallway leading to your bedroom 

୨ৎ She rounds the corner to the kitchen, eyes wide and wild until they land on you, and she finally exhales

୨ৎ “Hey baby! I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast in bed; you like your eggs scrambled, right?”

୨ৎ “Yeah,” she'd breathe out. She still looked like she'd seen a ghost. 

୨ৎ You'd furrow your brow, worry creeping up on you. “You okay?” 

୨ৎ “Y-yeah, sorry. I’m good,” she'd reply, unconvincingly.

୨ৎ Your eyes wouldn't leave her as you moved the eggs off of the heat and made your way to where she stood with a hand on the wall to support herself

୨ৎ “Baby,” you'd coax, reaching out to tame a stray tendril of fuchsia; and she'd envelop you in her arms, holding on like you'd disappear if she let go

୨ৎ “Please don't leave without waking me first, okay?” She’d plead, her voice breaking.

୨ৎ And your heart would shatter as you realized just how terrified she was of losing someone else

୨ৎ From that point on, you'd never leave bed without a gentle shake to her shoulder and a quick kiss on her forehead as you alerted her that you were leaving, but that you'd be back

୨ৎ Vi, who still has a hard time comprehending that she has a soft bed to sleep in at night, a fluffy comforter to abandon when she gets too hot, full nights of sleep without nightmares, and most of all, you to share it with

End ୨ৎ

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#MakeEllieSubAgain2025! this year im only posting sub!ellie😁😁

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hear me out- mostly not in the freaky way uhhh-

she'd be really doting and caring gf, she'd be a little [a lot] overprotective of you, but the fics of her being rude or unnecessarily bitchy to her gf is like- she'd try so hard to make sure you're happy. def rough in bed though--

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Abby Anderson || Model Viewer

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taking care of vi while she’s on her period😇

a/n: i'm a girl with the most terrible cramps and i'm currently on my period so this request is like a bit of my own comfort writing. this is gonna be sfw<3

Vi didn't want to admit it, but you could see it in her body language. Her frame was hunched over on the couch, slightly curled inward. It was a view that squeezed at your heart. You hated seeing her in any amount of pain, especially a kind that is sometimes inevitable.

You carefully sat down next to her body, stretching a hand out to rub her back. "You okay, Vi?" You asked, not caring to hide the worry in your voice. You knew it was bad when your once-a-pitfighter girl is trembling on a couch, hand on her stomach.

Vi liked to play it off and tell you she was fine, but maybe the way you sounded an angel, your touch crawling up her back and down the firm muscles, not too firm because you simply understand what she needs..she suddenly pictured getting babied by you, and she broke.

"Can we go cuddle in bed?" She mumbled, not wanting to take the energy to say much more. You didn't need her to. Without another word, you offered her a hand up and lead her into the bedroom. She was able to walk of course, but you could tell it was hard.

She plopped down onto the bed, and you pulled a blanket over her and kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back, okay baby? I'm just gonna get you a heating pad and some ibuprofen."

Vi only nodded, even though all she wanted was to drag you on top of her and hold you close. Anything to distract her from the sharp pains pulsing in her stomach. It was like another level of hell. Vi had a pretty high pain tolerance, but she was weak when it came to period cramps of all things. She wanted to laugh at the irony of it all, but that would hurt to even do.

Just when she felt as if she couldn't bear anymore, you came back with a heating pad, a glass of water, and two ibuprofen. She struggled to even sit up to swallow the pills down, but when she did, she was immediately curled up onto her side of the bed, nearly shedding a whole tear over the pain. You moved behind her, laying onto your side and wrapping your arms around her. You put the heating pad on her lower stomach, holding it in place.

Vi felt herself grow a little hazy with the relief of your care. The ibuprofen wasn't automatically going to kick in, but you soothed her with soft words, kissing the back of her shoulder as you kept the heating pad on her stomach. She relaxed until finally she felt the pain dull enough to where she could drift off in your arms, her hand over yours.

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Nobody talks about her backpack fidgeting and her heyya's. 🥹

Everyone talks about how aggressive she is and I totally get it. Abby does what she has to do. It's the goddamn zombie apocalypse. But also... this girl smiles so sweetly at nearly everyone she talks to and she gets all sad when they don't have pine soap. Come on.

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vi curling up when she sleeps might just be the death of me. don’t tell me she wouldn’t nuzzle her nose right into the crook of your neck, smudge her lips all over your skin. touch starved and restless, as if even in her sweet slumber she’d still need you. during the night her top would eventually make it’s way over her head as a result from all of her tossing and turning, but it just gives her another excuse to have her bare skin touch yours. so yes, she is a skin to skin person AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL !!!

even when you’re both fully clothed she’ll find a way to unclasp your bra, not a single lustful thought grazing her mind. she simply…just wants to feel you. it’s not too much to ask, is it? she’ll easily dip her hand beneath your shirt and spread her hands over yours stomach and chest, whispering small words n sentences into your ear as her eyelids begin to close, relishing the warmth of your body for all eternity. maybe she just wishes for a volcano to erupt so you can both be preserved like this, her hands on your boobs. i mean… after all she’s just a girl…

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Pls pls pls pt 3🙏 this is so good

NEIGHBOURS: 2 - VI ARCANE.

Characters: Vi x Reader.

Summary: AU. You've settled into your new apartment and life with your new neighbour, Vi. It's domestic bliss until you notice that something is clearly going on with Vi.

Word Count: 2k+.

A/N: This is formatted and written really weirdly so, I'm sorry if it's hard to read. Anyways, I enjoyed writing the first one so, I decided to do a second part. Honestly, in my head, this is taking place in the 2000’s.

PART ONE.

Excluding the difficulties that came with the first day and a half in your new apartment, transitioning into life in your new home had come with a surprisingly, comfortable ease after that.

A huge part of that was thanks to Vi. 

During your first week of moving in, Vi found herself and her tools at your place more than her own as you settled in and discovered new faults and problems that she was more than happy to fix.

In return, you fed her and after that, the two of you found yourself falling into something of a domestic routine. 

Including (but not limited to) -

Collecting each other’s mail from the mailroom:

(Angel Face: Attachment: 1 Image. 1 new message. Did you know that despite marketing their packaging as discreet, sex shops still print their website in tiny print on the label? 

Bob the Builder: fckn kill me.

Angel Face: You have to show me what you got when you get home. Please and thank you!)

Carpooling where you could:

(Your keys jingle in the lock and you twist the door handle for good measure, making sure it’s locked when a low whistle comes from the end of the hallway. 

Vi emerges from behind her own door, gym bag in hand. 

“Cute leggings,” Vi comments with a grin, closing and locking her door behind her. 

The compliment has your cheeks heating up but, you cover it with something silly.

“Thank you,” you beam and begin hitting a few poorly executed bodybuilding poses for her. “I’m glad you noticed. They’re new.”

Vi watches, amused, as you continue to muck around with the poses when her mouth suddenly goes dry when you pull your too-big-T up and over your ass and hit another pose. 

She swallows thickly, eyes wide and focused on the curve of your plump backside

When you spin around, she quickly averts her gaze with a cough as you toss her your car keys.  

“They’re nice,” Vi catches the keys, ducking her head to hide her coloured cheeks before mumbling. “You should definitely buy more.”

“Hm?”

“Uh- nothing-” Vi fiddles with the strap of her gym bag. “Ready to go?”) 

Grocery runs together + shopping in each other’s pantries: 

(“This is a lot of eggs,” Vi comments, eyeing the crate of twenty-four. 

You breathe a half-laugh, “do you need eggs, Vi?” 

There’s a long pause and it prompts you to turn around from your position on the couch to where a contemplative Violet stands in front of your open fridge. 

“... Maybe.” 

You laugh, proper, this time and it sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies through Vi; she's committed the sound to memory but still she wishes she could bottle the sound and wear it around her neck. 

Vi steals a glance at you and you smile fondly at her with your head propped on the back of your couch, “take as many as you need.”)

Movie and weekly TV nights:

(“Finally! Hurry, hurry,” you usher Vi inside your apartment. 

“Live rewind only goes back 30 minutes and the show started 28 ago.” 

“Fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I was that late,” Vi apologises, quickly kicking her shoes off and dropping her keys in the bowl. 

The two of you settle into your usual positions on your couch, you in the corner of your L-shaped couch and Vi at the other end with her feet propped up on the ottoman. 

You cast one last look between the TV and Vi, ready to hit play but you don’t because the way she sits slumped in her seat, feet on the floor, shoulders sagging and eyes glazed over doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Hey,” you call softly. “You okay?”

 “Hm?” Vi blinks, taking a second to register your voice. 

“Yeah, yeah, let's watch,” she waves off your concern with a hand in the air. 

“Vi… you know we don’t always have to do these movie nights? Right? If you don’t want to… you can just tell me. I won’t be offended,” you offer her what you hoped was a comforting smile. “and I mean if something’s happened, you can talk to me… if you want .” 

Vi feels her throat clog because there’s genuine concern in your eyes and how is she meant to tell you that she just got into a huge fight because she wanted, chose, to be here with you tonight. 

She can't so she says-

“Just got into a disagreement with a-uh friend. It’s nothing, promise. Now hit play otherwise it’ll be you who makes us miss the first few minutes,” she finishes with a teasing grin and hoping you didn’t notice the way she stumbled over the word friend.

You did. But, you don’t say anything and, soon you forget about it all together because Tyler Lockwood just triggered his werewolf curse!!)

Taking turns to cook and having dinner together most nights - turns out neither of you knew how to cook for one person so, it was easier to just cook for both.

It’s how the two of you end up in Vi’s kitchen on a Wednesday night. 

Topic of conversation: family, parents, childhood and everything in between. 

You were both still learning about each other.

You learned Vi’s parents had passed away in the Zaun Revolution.

She and her sister, Powder, were adopted by her dad, Vander, who was an old friend of her parents.

They also had two brothers- Mylo & Claggor.

Vander raised them all with the help of another old friend of her parents, Silco. 

You recognised both of their names.

“Wait- how do you know who they are?” Vi looks at you with curious eyes. 

“Because, I’m from here? And I think I would know my cities leaders,” you say, laughing, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait- so you are from here?”

“Yes… have we not had this conversation before?”

"Nope," and Vi is pleased to learn that she was right about you, after all.

You were from Zaun, you just didn’t grow up in Zaun which is why she had never met you before.

Your parents were Zaunite scientists who initially worked for Former Councillor Heimerdinger at The University of Piltover but, following his retirement, they now worked for Councillor Talis and his partner, Viktor, so you had spent the majority of your life in Piltover.

Vi’s mood shifts at the mention of Jayce Talis.

“For Jayce Talis, huh?” Vi questions, casting a sideways glance at you. “He’s uh- he’s pretty close to the Kiramman’s… your family, are they um- like, close to any of them?” 

Vi doesn’t know why she asks that. (She does).

But there was no taking it back now.

She shakes her head at herself and peeks at you from the corner of her eye, hoping you don’t notice the odd question or the way her hand slows on dicing the last of the vegetables.

You don’t.

Not missing a beat, you fire up her stove, place a pan on top of it and answer her question.

“With Jayce? I mean, yeah? Sort of? My parents work for him so they’ve spent a lot of their time over the years with him in the lab but, they’re way closer to Viktor. Grew up down the road from each other and all that so, he’s practically family and well… Jayce is his family. They’re kind of a package deal, so Jayce is around a lot much to the initial annoyance of my parents but they’ve learned to indulge him.”

Finishing up with the vegetables, Vi turns to face you, leaning against the counter with her arms folded across her chest. 

Your eyes can’t help but stray for a brief moment to look at the swell of muscles in her arms that flex from the movement.

“Learned to indulge him?” 

“Yeah… I mean- he means well and he’s really nice but he’s still… unlearning some of his prejudicial misconceptions about Zaun and her people but... he's getting there,” you breathe a short, wry laugh. “Slowly but surely.” 

Your words hit a little too close to home for Vi and she clears her throat uncomfortably, pushing off the counter to start cleaning the bench so she can distract herself while you stand over the stove and cook. 

“And as for the Kiramann’s, I mean I went to school with Councillor Cassandra’s daughter, Caitlyn but-”

Vi drops the dish in her hand and it lands in the sink with a loud clang!

The sound makes you jump and you ask her if everything’s okay-

“Yeah, yeah, all good,” Vi wipes a sweaty hand across the back of her trackies with a nervous chuckle. “Just a slip of the hand- sorry, why are we talking about Caitlyn Kiramann?” 

Vi tries not to sound defensive, tries her best to sound casual but it comes out as anything but, her voice short and clipped.

You pause for a moment - was she... annoyed with you? - then breathe a sigh of disbelief, confused by the sudden whiplash- 

“Vi… you asked me about the Kiramann’s,” you remind her. “I was just answering your question.”

“I did?” 

“Yeah, you did-” you retort, feeling a little exasperated and desperate for answers because there had been a steady build up of- this.

Whatever the hell this was. 

After that night when she showed up late to your place, you noticed that something was off.

She seemed to be eating less, drinking more on the weekends and sleeping even less. 

Then there were the bruises and scuffs that were making more frequent appearances across her face and all over her body.

You were pretty certain those weren’t coming from the sparring matches she participated in, in the gym as she so claimed.

Despite all of that however, the routine the two of you had fallen into hadn’t changed- Vi was still showing up for you.

But... even you could see that it was becoming  exhaustive for her, light snores more frequently leaving her lips from where she’d laid her head on your lap only minutes into whatever tv show or movie the two of you had started but, every time you offered to cancel, she’d flat out refuse.

“Me? Cancel?” she’d scoff.  “And miss my favourite part of the day? Yeah, right, angel face. Not getting rid of me that easily” 

You had made it a point not to comment because you weren’t sure how’d she react if you began to more forcefully pry into her life considering she had already shut down your several attempts to check in with her before.

But, this time you don’t give her a pass.

 “Vi, are you sure everything’s okay? I just feel like you’ve been really off lately and you keep saying you’re fine but, you’re clearly not. You can talk to m-” 

 “I said I’m fine!” Vi snaps and you freeze.

The tension is palpable and hangs suffocatingly between the two of you.

Neither of you move.

Neither of you say anything.

Save for the water dripping from the kitchen faucet and the food sizzling on the stove, there is nothing but silence.

Vi stares at you wide-eyed and caught off guard by her own outburst and you blink back at her in surprise. 

You’re the first one to make a move- releasing a slow, controlled breath.

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” you utter, removing the kitchen towel from your shoulder.

Your words breathe life back into Vi and colours her face with a molotov cocktail of emotions before she settles on a regretful grimace. 

 “Shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I think you’ve had a long week, Violet,” you interrupt her apology and turn the stove off. “In fact, I think you’ve had a long couple of weeks and if you’re not going to let me in on your problems then maybe you should just leave me out of it.” 

With that, you leave without sparing her a backward glance. 

-

Everything would make sense the following Monday however, after a weekend spent at your parents in Piltover.

You would learn exactly what the problem had been or, who the problem had been, you should say.

You and Vi had never really discussed each other’s love lives but you figured she was clearly fucking someone/s (the sex shop order was a strap harness) and it led you to make assumptions about her. 

Assumptions that were inclusive of:

1. Vi didn’t have one (a love life) - not in a monogamous type way at least - because she never mentioned a girlfriend (why would she omit that, right?) and never brought anyone over.

2. Vi was a player, a serial sleep-arounder, ladykiller, skirt chaser, philanderer- whatever the hell people called it nowadays.

The point was, you found it hard to believe that someone as hot and kind and charming and smart and funny as Vi wasn’t getting laid and frequently - if she wasn't in a relationship then she had to be pulling an insane amount of pussy.  

But, as it turned out, both your assumptions about Vi had been very wrong. 

No, she had a third, more terrible thing going on…

An on-again, off-again girlfriend.

-

“Why are we talking about Caitlyn Kiramann, huh?” you cock your head at Vi with a raised brow from the bottom of the steps.

-

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