#dom vi

[mystellenia]

christmas mirror sex with vi ୨ৎ

summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).

notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 1.2k)

your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed. 

just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts. 

vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes. 

“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.” 

“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap. 

“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves. 

her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips. 

“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please. 

her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.

a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.  

through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection. 

if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make. 

vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed your swollen clit. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts. 

“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt. 

that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.  

“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume. 

“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.” 

you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor. 

your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.  

you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms. 

after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her. 

“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to. 

all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.  

pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.  

she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.  

“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.” 

merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)

[envyangelic]

˚* ˚ ✦STEEL AND SILK * ˚ ✦ ˚

・❥・Violet “Vi” x Reader

・❥・Warnings: smut, minor descriptions of violence

・❥・Summary: Working at a brothel in the heart of Zaun, you find yourself drawn to a new regular who so happens to be a reckless pit fighter seeking solace in your expertise.

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Babette’s brothel is so much more than just a whorehouse- it’s a crossroads full of expensive secrets. In the hallways of the brothel, the most powerful people of Zaun float in between the rooms of different women and men.

There’s always a crowd in the brothel. People let things slip when they feel safe and relaxed. That’s your job. Of course, it’s not the ideal job that you’ve always dreamed of but it pays better than most and you gain leverage over the powerful people of Zaun. It’s not like you have much of an option when all the prices in the Undercity are sky rocketing.

After a while, you’ve become numb to the touch of strangers. The other workers always lookout for one and another and Babette doesn’t stand for violence. It’s one big dysfunctional family. You’ve gotten used to it all and have started to have regulars that respect you. You try your best not to get too close them but a particular new regular has caught your eye.

Her name is Vi. She has this red pinkish hair that she decided to dye black in an impulsive rage. Still her red hair shines through the cheap dye shining a spotlight of who she used to be. A tattoo of her name underneath her eye and piercings scattered on her body. She’s a pit fighter for one of Zauns notorious illegal fighting ring hidden in the dark corners of the undercity. You always prefer the women customers over the men but Vi attracts you in an alluring way.

Your meetings usually happen after her fights. She’s bloody and drunk seeking comfort anyway possible. Sometimes she comes in before fights to scoop details about the other fighters strategies.

Here she is again, stumbling into your dimly lit room on a late Friday night. The faint tang of iron fills the room. Her lip is busted and her nose leaks dark red. She smells like cheap whiskey and looks as if she has been drinking bottle to bottle.

Her knuckles are split open and bruised but she pays no attention to the pain that tightens her body.

“Hell of a night, huh?” You ask as you pat the spot next to you on the love seat. She can’t help it when her eyes trail up and down your body. You’re practically wearing nothing. Like usual, you’re wearing a cropped v neck tank top with an open back and matching shorty shorts. She lets out a deep sigh and shuts her eyes.

She collapses on the soft plush next to you. You lean over the coffee table and pull the medical kit out from the tiny compartment. You started keeping one ever since Vi started her visits.

“I’m taking that you didn’t win tonight.” You state as you open the latch of the medical kit. Her face doesn’t change- not a flicker of pride or shame, just her same old steady stone cold mask.

“In the end, I’m still here aren’t I?” She rasps in a deep voice. You pick out a white bandage and a cloth. You sit against Vi’s clothed thighs and brings your hand to her face. You caress her cheek as you dab away the blood on her lips.

She slightly opens her eyes watching your movements. “Who did you fight?” You ask while you wipe away the remaining blood. “Doesn’t matter, doll.” She leans into your soft touch.

She started calling you that after her first visit there. Always dressed up in prettiest of garments and hair perfect as can be. You look like a doll to her. Perfect and pristine. She wonders how you ever ended up in a place like this. You’re too good for here.

She brings her calloused hand up to your hair. It’s neatly up in a bun with some bobby pins pressed against it to hold the hair. “Why haven’t I ever seen you with your hair down?” She coos in a low voice.

Your lips upturn into a sly smile. “Maybe because you never asked.” You state as you place the bloody cloth on the glass table infront of the loveseat. The warmth of your skin radiates on Vi. You lean back touching your shoulder to hers. Only inches away from her face your eyes meet hers.

“I’m asking now.” She loops her finger into your hair band and unravels it slowly before throwing the hairband somewhere next to you.

Your hair falls down onto your shoulders and cascades around your face. She plucks the bobby pins out and places them on the table. You let out a small laugh.

She takes it all in, her sharp gaze lingering longer than usual. The way your hair falls around your shoulders. You push your hair back with a deep sigh.

“Long day for you too?” She asks while twirling a stray strand of your hair. There’s a rasp in her voice, a splinter of vulnerability shining through her bloody battered state.

“Yeah well.. you know how it is here.” She pushes the stray hair strand behind your ear. “Anyways, I heard some big shot talking about your next fight.” She tenses up while you continue.

“I don’t care. Not tonight.” She says while you start to pull her black jacket off. You peel it away slowly feeling the worn fabric under your grip.

You throw the jacket over the side of the couch. Your fingers trace the black ink on her bruised skin. Her eyes follow them. Then they flicker to your face again.

She can’t help but feel an overwhelming attraction towards you. A gratifying force pulling her to you. She grabs onto your hand freezing you in your place.

She can’t take this anymore. She needs you against her. Her gaze locks with yours. The air between the two of you thickens, charged with an energy you can’t fight.

She lets go of your hand and wraps it into your hair. She crashes onto your lips moving in a hungry rhythm. Your hands wrap against her back. Her hands loop with your tank top. She unravels from your lips to lift the tank top off of you.

It slides off with ease. She takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of her. Your chest rises and falls. She ducks down to your neck pressing chaste kisses.

You let out a soft gasp as she travels further. Her touch hand latches onto your breast and she nips at the sensitive spot of your neck. A rush of euphoria makes your head spin.

You need more, she needs more.

Her breath is hot against your skin sending shivers down your spine. She ignites a fire inside of you. Her finger leaves your chest and travels below your shorts.

She lets out a deep laugh against your skin feeling how soaked you are. Her finger dives deeper. Your lips press against her ear. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be making you feel like this..” you whisper.

“You know it’s so much more fun for the both of us when I do it, doll.” She pulls you back in for a hungry kiss. Her fingers curl inside of you.

You let out a hushed moan. Her hands explore your body like your body is new territory. Time to seems to blur, your heart beats in your ears. Her fingers leave your warmth.

You sigh unable to form words as she pulls off the shorts that already barely cover you. Her hands drag down to your thighs slowly torturing you with the prolonging absence of her touch.

The shorts are thrown with the rest of your forgotten clothes. Her hands stop at your hips and she grabs them. She moves you down the couch and starts to press kisses further and further down.

The warmth in between your legs continues to grow. Flutters of arousal beat inside your chest. She finally makes her way to your heat. She ducks down in between your legs. Your thighs instinctively tighten around her head.

Her hot breath lingers around your center. Her lips press against you. You gasp lightly and your hands travel into her hair. Her tongue swirls around your core carefully. She always knows just what riles you up.

“I know you like it just like that, doll.” She cockily teases you. She can’t help but smirk seeing your flushed face.

Between breathy moans you moan her name quietly as she inches you closer over the edge. She slides her tongue up sending you over but slows down.

“Fuck.. Vi..” You whisper under your pants. She picks up your pace. You grab onto her hair pulling her closer. A burst of an intense sensation paralyzes you.

You press her down further arching your back. She keeps at her pace until your pathetic humps stop and your body twitches. She leans up from her position to catch you in a quick kiss.

You can barely keep up with her rhythm as she crawls on top of you. Her red hair falls infront of her face. She leans away from the kiss and deep down all you want is for her to stay.

She drops her head on your chest taking in the warmth of your body. For a moment the pain of her wounds melt away. She doesn’t think of Caitlyn but only of you. Your breath slows down matching with her.

She tries not to dwell on the fact that this experience is something you always have when working at the brothel. To her you’re not just the hooker from the brothel. You’re just a desperate girl doing whatever it takes.

Just like her.

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I couldn’t find any Pitfighter Vi gifs which is disappointing bc she’s so fine in her emo era

[vampcubus]

sub!vi who can’t look at you when you eat her out, cus the sight of your tongue teasing her clit while your half-lidded eyes burn into hers will make her cum embarrassingly fast… muscular arm strewn over her eyes as she pants hoarsely and lets out these pathetic, staccato whines, hips as restless as her squirming thighs, trembling like a trap about to spring.

“look at me, baby,” you croon against her cunt between licks, fingers delving through her slick, pink happy trail.

“can’t. i’ll cum- fuckkk,” she groans, powder-blue eyes tipping skyward beneath her forearm as your lips close around her clit, warming it in your wicked mouth.

[madewithsilk]

Okay hear me out… dom vi waking up sub reader with head? Maybe reader gives a lil sleepy resistance (they know they’re going to lose and so does vi)

ʜᴏᴡ ᴠɪ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴠɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ!

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ ᴄ��ɴ, ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ-ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴠɪ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

You had been sleeping peacefully, the sound of morning birds should've woken you up but instead took you into an even deeper sleep. Vi had been awake, patiently waiting for far too long while being morning horny. She sat on the couch, rotated over to the bed, then to the kitchen, till she couldn't take it anymore!

Her footsteps were heavy, walking to see you through a crack in the door. You were laying down on your tummy, half of your body under the sheets and the other half exposed. She couldn't help the way she stared, the way your panties stuck to your ass sweetly. Slowly entering further, the door creaked and you slightly stirred but didn't awake. She stood at the edge of the bed, your stuffed animals surrounding you as you slept soundly, unaware of how your sleep would be interrupted. She began to crawl on the bed, fingertip tracing your lacey panties.

She groaned, dipping her fingers between your legs and feeling the dampness on your panties. She couldn’t help herself from flipping you over, watching your stuffie fall out of your embrace. Her hands hooked under your thighs, facing herself to your covered cunt. She could already imagine your taste, your helpless, drowsy whimpers. She listened to the rhythm of your breathing, your chest rising and falling.

She laid her tongue flat on your covered pussy, tasting your slick through the fabric. Her eyes rolled back, fingers clamping under the hem of your panties to tug them off. She groaned, observing your sticky folds and twitching clit. Lazily, she traced circles on your nub with thumb, watching your hand reach your face sleepily. Hurriedly, she dipped her tongue in your arousal, trying her hardest not to rut her hips against the sheets. You whimpered softly, beginning to feel her arms circle your tummy while eating you out gently, not wanting to quickly overstimulate you.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at Vi’s pretty eyes staring at you. The sight went straight to your core, heat pooling at your tummy. You watched the way she teased you by pulling her tongue away from your cunt, a string of your slick connecting her mouth and your cunt. “V—Vi-!” You squealed, a moan leaving your lips as she returned to pumping her tongue in and out of your hole. Your hands hustled to her hair, fisting it and mindlessly trying to push her away. It did nothing to make her budge, still holding you down from squirming with her biceps.

“Sto-stop—“ You whimpered and mumbled, head thrown back as her pace quickend. Your cunt clenched around nothing, needy to be filled while she worked at your clit. “Let me take care of you baby, it’ll feel good,” She whispered against your cunt, the blowed air from her words making you shiver. She entered a digit into your greedy hole, curling them into your g spot. You kept aimlessly arching your back off the mattress and shoving her face with zero force.

Vi didn’t bother to correct your behavior, enjoying how your hips swayed towards and away from her face. Your body was no longer able to resist, tugging at her hair instead with a knot building in your tummy. Vi could tell by the way you wobbled your hips against her tongue, using her face and not complaining anymore. “C’mon baby,” Vi moved her mouth, instead using her fingers to get you off. Your tearful, desperate expression developed further as you spasmed on her hand, legs heavily shaking.

“Vi, Vi, love you—“ She hummed and nodded, cooing praises for being so good. “Feels good right? Know I’d never lie to you,” She whispered, moving her body against yours to gain pressure against her swollen clit.

[firethatblinds]

Inspired by @unhingedmongooses reference idea on bluesky

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

caitvi frat party double team

cw: dom!caitlyn, G!P CAITLYN, switch!vi, top!cait, (r!receiving like everything) pussy eating, penetration (with caits dick), fingering v!receving, no use of y/n, established caitvi relationship, one night stand, porn with a little plot, vi touching herself <3 , frat party sex, r! has silly commentary, not proofred so tell me if this is ass.

reqs are open!!

~

you stood at the keg, cursing under your breath when the machine turned out empty. the friends you had come with had disappeared within approximately 17 seconds of walking in the doors, leaving you alone and quickly losing your social battery.

turning to search the room for something else to drink, you raised an eyebrow at a blue haired girl trailing her eyes over your figure, lingering maybe a bit too long on your tits, but hey, who's complaining?

she took a few steps forward, meeting you at the next best source of alcohol, something far too similar to fireball. you reached a hand out to pour a cup of whatever it was, stopped by the cold fingertips of the girl.

"you don't want to drink that, its vile" she whispered, breath sending shivers down your throat as she was far closer than expected. there was a small hint of humor in her accented voice, sharp blue eyes piercing yours.

"oh.. alright. any suggestions then?" you muttered, head tilted slightly. she grinned softly, shaking her head.

"me and my girlfriend have vodka upstairs, if thats to your interest?" she said, voice a low hum.

well, if the promise of privacy with a girl that was most definitely flirting in some fucked lesbian way, decent liquor, and hopefully another gorgeous girl to look at wasn't enough? this had to be a wet dream waiting to happen.

that was all the convincing it took, finding yourself standing a bit too awkwardly, looking through the door the blue haired girl - who had introduced herself as Caitlyn - opened in front of you.

"mm, Vi, pour her a drink" Caitlyn said, eyes flashing to the incredibly hot reddish-pink haired girl across the room. god fucking dammit why are they both so fuckable?

you sat nervously on the edge of the bed in the room, unsure if it was radioactive or not, but assuming since the room was.. relatively clean, it wouldn't be too bad to lay half an asscheek on.

Vi stood, handing you a plastic cup with straight fucking vodka poured in it - who even does that? in zaun of all places?

well, that certainly never stopped anyone in the past. you quickly downed the cup, setting it down with a quiet gag as it burned the back of your throat. mm, if that didn't turn heads? don't ask which ones, Caitlyn might be covering her cock now, but it certainly wont last long.

Vi's powdery-blue eyes were on you in an instant, biting at her lips.

"hm, Cait, i see what you meant.. she is adorable" the redhead murmured, glancing up at her girlfriend who was most definitely giving bedroom eyes, fuck, if the night went anything like you wanted it too..

"is this just.. couple activities?" you asked, insanely awkward and what else would you say with two girls staring you down, one of them noticeably nudging her crotch while the other took a few steps closer like a fuckin' rabid animal.

"oh, most definitely." Vi tutted, standing only a foot or so away now. You only really got a closer look at her then, her button up only half done and wrinkled. "don't suppose you'd like to entertain us for the night.?"

"please."

Caitlyn snickered across the room, standing aswell as she watched Vi perch on your thigh, baby blue eyes heavy lidded as if she was waiting for more than just fucking grinding on you.

It seemed to happen all at once, though truthfully it was just alcohol from earlier in the night, to be laid back on the bed; a needy masc whimpering as she grinded your thigh, and an incredibly composed and rock hard woman unbuckling her jeans.

"we'll stop when you say the word; you okay with..?" the british girl asked, nudging down to her boxers. god, the neediest whimper left your lips, nodding quickly. Caitlyn simply smirked, taking her jeans off and palming her dick.

Vi somehow took that as a symbol to move, breathing heavily as her hand reached down under her basketball shorts, a soft moan escaping her lips when she started touching herself.

Caitlyn gently pushed the waist of your bottoms down, rubbing her cold thumb over the surface of your skin as she looked over how fucking soaked you were. it was humiliating, somehow in a sexy god-fuck-me-please type of way, but still sexy.

pushing her own jeans down, Caitlyn kissed your clit gently, moving back up and tracing her tongue over your neck. she aligned her cock with your entrance, breath hitched as she eased her way in.

only once her cock was halfway plunged did you get reminded of the redhead beside you, soft moans leaving her lips as she watched Caitlyn fuck into you.

"fuck-" you gasped, Caitlyn bottoming out. your head fell back, eyes shut. this bed could not have been sanitary if this woman was ruining you so quickly, but that most definitely didn't matter anymore.

only half paying attention to anything around you, you noticed Caitlyns hand reaching up Vi's shorts, god this woman could multitask. Vi's whimpers grew louder, the sound making you impossibly more horny as Caitlyns hips thrust.

a blur of gasps and whimpers filled the room, everyone inside of it filled with pleasure. you were sure Cait got distracted, her face falling into your neck and her thrusts getting so hard your legs felt like jelly.

saying you were tight was an understatement. you babbled out whimpers and moans, only realized Caitlyn had focused on you because her girl had already finished, soaking wet and salty fingers being pressed to your lips.

that only made it worse (better, truthfully), the intrusion fucking delightful. Vi's fingers, pushed past your lips, and you couldn't help but squirm at the taste - god, you would do anything for more.

Caitlyn could see you getting disoriented, biting down on your neck and emitting a loud moan from your lips. her tip pushed against your cervix, so deliciously painful, and you were just about done for.

"jus' like that-" Caitlyn muttered, her pretty voice broken as you realized just how tight you were. she came first, fucking filling you with cum but not finishing until you were done for yourself. your back arched up, eyes shutting tighter as a gasp of a moan fell from your lips.

Vi whimpered at the sound, her lips finding your neck as she sucked slightly, busying herself as all she wanted was to lick up everything from you and her girlfriend.

Caitlyn pulled out after a moment, gesturing her girl to go at it. Vi was an incredibly messy eater, nose nudging your clit in the most incredible way, her lips parted as her tongue pushed into you, making you fucking soak into her mouth.

she was working you up impossibly quick, swallowing the mixture of yours and Caitlyns cum, devouring you whole. it was perfect, your walls tightening around the warmth of the girls tongue. she whimpered against you, the vibration sending a louder moan from your lips.

Caitlyn pushed her girlfriend head further, stroking her cock as she watched you fall apart again from Vi's tongue. you panted, finishing in what was probably a record, Vi swallowing it all like a greedy little shit.

well, if that wasn't the night you imagined. Caitlyn was sure to clean both of her girls up, smirking gently as your legs shook.

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written for the lovely @wsgbailey !!

taglist <3 : @scott1shabbyand3rson @s1n1st3r54

@aanvime @skibidivi

side note, this is inspired by another fic. it is not copied nor meant to be an impersonation. please do not repost my work <33

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[niilue]

⎯ "when you finally confess your feelings to vi, a simple "i love you" ignites into hungry kisses and desperate touches, leaving both of you burning with need and craving so much more".⎯

cw: fem!reader, sub!vi, second person pov, fingering, wetness / arousal, detailed foreplay, vi it's so vocal <33

you stand before vi, heart racing and palms sweaty. the air is thick with anticipation, your thoughts a tumultuous storm of desire and doubt. with a deep breath, you finally gather the courage to speak.

"violet," you whisper, "i need to tell you something."

she looks up at you, her eyes wide with curiosity, the light from the setting sun casting a warm glow upon her delicate features. "what is it?" she asks, her voice a soft caress against the evening air. you swallow hard, feeling the weight of the confession pressing against your chest.

"i've been holding this in for so long, and i can't take it anymore. i love you," you blurt out, the words tumbling from your mouth like a dam breaking free.

her eyes widen, and for a moment, she seems to stop breathing. "you do?" she murmurs, a hint of hope coloring her voice.

you nod, feeling the gravity of the moment. "more than anything. and i know it's not the right time or place, but i had to tell you."

vi’s gaze lingers on yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. finding none, she takes a step closer, closing the space between you. "i love you too," she confesses, her voice barely a whisper. your heart soars at her words, and before you know it, your hands are cradling her face, pulling her in for a kiss so intense it feels like it could set the world on fire.

her lips are soft and yielding, a sweet surrender to the passion that's been simmering beneath the surface for so long. the kiss deepens, your tongues dancing together in a dance of unbridled want. you can feel the heat radiating from her body, and the urgency of the moment builds like a crescendo. without breaking the kiss, you trail your hand down her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse against your fingertips. you continue to explore, your hand migrates from her waist, slipping down to the curve of her hip and then over the swell of her buttock. you give it a firm yet gentle squeeze, feeling the taut muscles beneath your palm. she responds with a low moan, pressing herself closer to you, her hips moving in a silent plea for more. the heat of your arousal matches hers as your hand slides over the smooth fabric of her tight pants, finding the damp spot that signals her excitement. violet's breath hitches in her throat, her body trembling with need. you can't resist the temptation; you slip your hand under the waistband, your fingertips grazing the bare skin of her lower abdomen. she gasps, her legs quivering as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her. you continue your exploration, reaching the warm, slick folds of her sex. she's so wet, so ready for you, and the knowledge sends a bolt of desire through your core. you tease her clit lightly, eliciting a gasp that turns into a whimper, her hips jerking forward in response to your touch. her passion is a heady aphrodisiac, urging you to claim her completely.

"oh, yes," vi whispers, her eyes glazed with pleasure as your fingers delve deeper into her wetness. she gasps and her legs buckle slightly, forcing you to hold her tighter to keep her steady.

"you're so wet," you murmur against her ear, your voice thick with lust. she nods, panting, unable to form coherent words. her breaths come in shallow, staccato bursts, punctuated by moans and whimpers as you begin to rub her clit in earnest. her body responds instinctively, hips rocking against your hand.

"don't stop," she begs, her voice barely above a whimper. "please, don't ever stop."

you can feel the tension building in her, her muscles tightening around your fingers as she approaches the brink of ecstasy. you quicken your pace, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she cries out, her body convulsing in your arms as she reaches climax. her nails dig into your shoulder, her legs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. the sound of her moans is like music to your ears, a sweet symphony of desire that sends your own passion soaring. as she rides out her orgasm, you kiss her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, feeling the pulse of her heart against your lips. when she finally stills, panting heavily, you pull back and look into her eyes, seeing the love and lust reflected there, knowing that this is just the beginning of a passionate night that will change everything between you forever. ♥️

[genacity]

DAY FOUR. LOCKJAW

ft. vi — league of legends / arcane

after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. afab! reader, sub! vi, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation, vi uses nicknames for the reader (babe, baby, honey, sweetheart)

an. mommy mama oh god. this one is a little short bcs its like kind of vanilla or whatever but oh my god mother vi i would let her #### me til i ###### ngh. also i know i said i didn’t like the word cunt but I HAD TO USE IT I WAS USING PUSSY TOO MANY TIMES IT HAD TO HAPPEN IM SORRY!!!

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“slow down, y/n, please,” your girlfriend vi whined, hips jolting away from your tongue. “you’re being so rough, baby please.”

today you came home from work a bit tired. so, your beloved decided to surprise you with some chocolate. of course, you couldn’t deny a sweet treat. but a few moments after taking a bite, the world seemed so humid all of a sudden.

after fumbling around hazily for the discarded box, you found out that the chocolate had an aphrodisiac in the strawberry filling. some hormones or something, you don’t remember — not like you could when you were pushing your girlfriend into bed, ready to ravage her like a wild animal.

“sit still.” you instructed, burying your face into her pussy and licking a stripe up to her clit. she flinched and shied away; only to be dragged back down onto your face with your hands digging into her thighs.

vi whimpered, feeling your fingers hold her right in place. “i — baby, i’m sorry, i just wanted to try something out, babe—” she tried to explain, writing and jerking as you ate her out. “don’t apologize,” you murmured. the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her moan quietly. “just sit back and take what i give you, okay?”

she hesitated, but eventually nodded slowly and felt herself lean back into the bed. her thighs clenched around your head as you dove back down, tongue fucking her slowly.

as you kept working at her pussy, your hand made its way over to accompany your tongue. your middle finger was the first to slowly work its way inside of her, causing vi to gasp and writhe against the sheets.

“baby, oh god��” vi gasped, voice weaving weakly in and out of moans. again her hips tried to shy away from you. you pulled her back down with your free hand onto your lips before using the same hand to smack her thigh, causing her to jolt and whine. her voice left you wet, thoughts racing as you clenched your thighs together.

your finger worked in and out of her, pumping hastily as you pulled her down further onto your face. nose buried against her clit, your tongue worked at her core like a dying man’s first taste of water.

you slipped another finger inside of her, ring finger accompanying the middle. using the hand digging into her flesh to further spread her legs, burying your head in between vi’s thighs as she let out a strained gasp.

she let out another breathy moan. “you’re so fucking good at this, oh my god baby, please…” vi mumbled, voice going hoarse as your fingers sped up. you hummed to show her you were listening, and again the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her groan.

the haze of the aphrodisiac left you with more stamina than usual. your jaw and mouth working fast, tongue only working faster as your fingers struggle to keep up. your lips were sloppy against vi’s cunt. every lick and suck at her core was desperate and almost animalistic. her noises left your own pussy soaking in your underwear.

“babe — baby. baby, i’m gonna cum,” vi’s stomach muscles tensed and un-tensed as her hips began to grind down onto your tongue. “i’m gonna cum. please, love, i’m gonna cum.”

again you hummed, nose pressed against her clit as she came around your tongue with a drawn out gasp. but when you didn’t stop, she jerked up and tried to scramble backwards once more.

you brought your hand down onto vi’s thigh again, continuing to fuck her pussy with your tongue as she let out a strained moan. “babe, honey, ‘s too much,” she began to babble, grabbing at your hair as you kept thrusting your fingers and tongue into her. “i — i just came. sweetheart, i just came!”

“you can cum again.” you muttered in between her legs. she whined, thighs closing in around your head once more. “no. no, i can’t. i — i can’t do it, please, i need a break..”

but you didn’t stop. you wouldn’t unless you heard vi say the one word that would truly put all of this to rest. not even once your jaw began to cramp and lock and your wrist became sore from hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

until then, you’d continue to have your share. of your girlfriend, and the rest of that chocolate.

[moshuka]

does anyone know any good dom!reader fics? it’s hard being a sub!cait/jinx/vi/sevika/mel truther in this world

[cece693]

Hi, are you open to requests? If so, can I request an Ethan Landry (Scream VI) story with a dominant male reader?

I wanted something with Ethan feeling hurt because his friends are accusing him when he could end up dying for being their friend and not feeling valued in the group and his boyfriend defending him in that scene where Chad was accusing him. Whether or not Ethan is actually Ghostface, I'll leave it up to you.

He's Not The Killer (Ethan Landry x Dom! Male Reader)

So I have a confession to make...I actually haven't seen any of the newest Scream films, so this fic might not be accurate to the plot, but I tried my best :)

The dorm room buzzed with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. The group was on edge, paranoia creeping in after every attack, every mysterious disappearance. But this time, it wasn’t just suspicion in the air—it was betrayal.

Chad paced back and forth, his gaze fixed on Ethan with a mixture of anger and suspicion. “How do we know you’re not the one behind all of this?” he snapped, the accusation hanging in the air like a death sentence. “You showed up late the night it happened. You were unaccounted for, and every time something goes down, you have an excuse.”

Ethan’s face paled, his lips parting in shock. “Chad, come on,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “You seriously think I’d hurt any of you? I’ve been through all this with you! Why would I—”

“Because it’s always the quiet ones,” Chad interrupted, his voice low and accusing. “It’s the ones nobody suspects until it’s too late. How do we know you’re not playing us? Huh?”

You pushed yourself off the wall, stepping forward to place yourself between Ethan and Chad. “That's enough. You’re just pointing fingers because you’re scared and you don’t know what to do. But throwing accusations around isn’t helping anyone. Ethan isn’t Ghostface.”

Chad took a step closer, glaring at you. "And what guarantees you that? Are you only defending him because you're sleeping with him? Or is it because you’re getting your dick sucked and can't think straight?"

The words hit you like a freight train, your blood boiling in an instant. The rest of the room fell into stunned silence, the air sucked right out of it. Without thinking, your fist flew out, colliding with Chad's jaw in a swift, brutal motion. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the walls, and Chad stumbled back, clutching his face with a pained grunt.

“You son of a bitch!” Chad roared, springing forward and tackling you to the ground. The two of you hit the floor hard, wrestling in a mess of tangled limbs and swinging fists. You felt a fist connect with your ribcage, sending a shock of pain up your spine, but you pushed through it, shoving Chad off you and launching yourself back at him. You landed a solid punch to his cheek, knocking his head to the side, but Chad was quick to retaliate, delivering a blow to your temple that left your vision swimming.

“Look at you, getting violent just because someone questioned your precious boyfriend,” he spat, wiping the blood from his split lip. “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, and you don’t even see it.” The utter hatred found in Chad's voice caused you to deliver another punch to his jaw, when Ethan's voice cut through the haze.

"Stop it!" You felt his hands gripping your shoulders, pulling you back with a force that didn’t seem possible for him. “Enough! Both of you!” There was a tremor in his voice, and when you finally looked at him, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

The fight bled out of you as you stared at Ethan’s face, his expression raw and hurt. He tugged on your arm, guiding you away from Chad, who was cradling his jaw. Ethan pulled you towards the corner of the room, out of earshot from the others, his grip on your wrist surprisingly firm.

Once you were out of sight, he dropped his hand, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. “What the hell was that?” he whispered, his voice strained. “You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to—”

“I wasn’t about to let him talk about you like that,” you cut in, your voice soft but firm. “He crossed a line, Ethan. I don’t care if everyone else is losing their heads and pointing fingers; I’m not going to stand by and let them treat you like you’re the killer.”

Ethan's eyes searched your face, as if trying to find some hint of doubt, some indication that you didn’t really mean what you were saying. “You…you really don’t think I’m Ghostface?” His voice cracked, as if he didn’t even believe it himself.

You reached out, cupping his face gently. “I know you,” you murmured. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me—or any of us. You’re not the killer, Ethan. I’m sure of it.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if savoring the reassurance. But deep inside, a darkness stirred—a quiet, insidious voice that he’d tried to ignore for so long. Because he was Ghostface.

Ethan’s mind raced with the realization that while you stood there defending him, fighting for him, he had already planned his next moves. The upcoming murders were inevitable—painful, brutal, but necessary. Yet, as you looked at him with nothing but trust and concern, the promise formed in his mind with the clarity of a vow: you would be the sole survivor. You would be spared, kept safe from the carnage he was about to unleash. He would make sure of it, no matter the cost.

The guilt briefly pricked at him, but it was drowned out by something darker—something possessive. He needed to keep you safe, even if it meant everyone else had to die for it. Ethan opened his eyes and gave you a small, broken smile. "Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, your fingers threading through his hair as you held him close. “You don’t have to worry about that,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In Ethan's mind, however, the words took on a different meaning. You’re not going anywhere, he repeated silently, the thought cold and final. Not while I'm around. As his arms wrapped around you, his expression softened into something genuine and loving—yet beneath it, the darkness lingered, hidden just out of view, waiting for the right moment to strike.

[mystellenia]

excited to see u write for sevika bb anyways mirror sex with vi

your wish is my command. rub my butt like a genie type shit

[averagearcanewatcher]

HEADCANNONS FOR DATING JINX !!

warnings: smut mentions (clearly stated where), pure fluff, sub!reader, top!jinx, jealous!jinx AFAB reader (no pronouns used but are implied), tit obbsession, fingering(implied), strap-on, use of toys, semi-public sex (implied), mommy kink, use of handcuffs. that’s it i think, tell me if i need to add any.

jinx is an absolute softie when it comes to you

she will literally crumble and give in anytime she intends on saying no to you

she either uses really cringy pet names on you( buzzbomb, killerkat, etc) or extremely sweet pet names. there’s no in between.

any holiday you can name you will get spoiled, whether she’s made it herself or bought it, you’ll always have too much to carry.

she first introduced you to vi and then was confused how the entirety of zaun knew the next day (vi is a gossiper, you can’t tell me otherwise.)

she’s scared of the dark. it’s so obvious. you have to leave a light on every night or else she will get scared and have a breakdown

she’ll sing to you if you ask. yeah, she’ll hesitate, but she downright has the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard.

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

jinx does not take it easy on you.

she has a habit of overstimming you by accident and then feeling guilty because she didn’t know why you were crying

has a hexstrap AND a shimmer strap (obviously)

she so makes her own toys that make you feel just right and she’ll only ever use them on you.

downright obsessed with your tits. she’s always touching and groping them in public and you always get embarrassed

most nights you’ll probably fall asleep with her fingers buried in your pussy

whenever she does let you please her, she’s always bossing you around. it honestly kills you because you just want to be good for her

owns a cupboard of handcuffs. she knows they make you whine and moan like hell because you can’t reach her.

massive mommy kink. might’ve thought she’d be a daddy but you’re literally her baby girl. such a mama’s girl and she loves it.

a/n: this is so short im sorry. i feel like i should do a sub!jinx x top!reader for all my fellow tops out there. opinions?

[wixhing0nastar]

From Hound to Hawkeye: The Evolution of Vi's Protector

I remember when I first saw the interview lines from Amanda Overton post-S2 talking about Vi's character arc this season and feeling a little confused by them at first. Who is Vi when she doesn't have anyone to protect? The type of person to fall in love. Which while beautiful, begged the question in my mind; what about Caitlyn?

But the more I've thought about it in the interim the more obvious the answer has become. Vi doesn't have anyone left to protect because Caitlyn doesn't need Vi to protect her. In fact, over the course of the show Caitlyn undergoes a journey to become Vi's protector. Specifically, Caitlyn steps in and fills the hole, that need for love and protection, that was left behind after Vander's death in Vi's youth.

And once I made that connection it was suddenly really easy to start noticing all of the parallels between Caitlyn and Vander, especially when it comes to their interactions with Vi.

Caitlyn's journey on the path to becoming Vi's protector started in Stillwater, when she first freed her, but this arc doesn't really kick off until after Vi gets stabbed while fighting Sevika at the end of Episode 5 and she's then forced to depend on Caitlyn for safety, on account of the whole being stabbed thing. And that's when the Protector Arc, and the Caitlyn/Vander parallels, begin in earnest.

~Both lecture Vi for her impulsiveness before/while tending to her wounds~

Even this early on Caitlyn already cares for Vi's safety (a trait we quickly learn applies to most people) and we get the very obvious, show makes sure we know it's a parallel to Vander, Caitlyn telling Vi that she has a good heart.

This is quickly followed by her leaving to find Vi some type of medicine which leads to the next big parallel between Vander and Caitlyn.

~Both sacrifice their weapons in a dangerous situation to keep Vi safe~

Vander drops his gauntlets on the bridge in the middle of the fighting (even if it was dying down), sacrificing them in order to pick Vi and Powder up and take her to safety. In the same vein, Caitlyn sells her only firearm in the middle of a dangerous environment while tracking down a terrorist with almost no bureaucratic support to get Vi a cure for being stabbed.

Shortly thereafter we get the whole escape from Silco/finding Jinx sequence which isn't relevant except for how it leads to the next parallel when Vi and Caitlyn get captured by the Firelights.

~Both attempt to sacrifice their freedom for Vi's~

Now, Caitlyn's already captured here but I think it counts. Before the reveal that Vi's on good terms with the Firelights, Caitlyn is seen fighting tooth and nail to get them to release Vi and keep her in Vi's stead. Vander on the other hand willingly turned himself over to the Enforcers in Vi's place to keep her from having to spend who knows how many years in Stillwater.

~Both went to bat for Vi against politically powerful opponents~

Caitlyn immediately goes toe-to-toe with Cassandra when she makes it back topside, demanding assistance and offering reproachful glares whenever someone says something remotely offensive about Vi (honestly everything with Ambessa also fits here but she's later). Vander on the other hand was trying to juggle Silco's schemes (that he didn't even know about), Marcus' impudence, and Sevika's betrayal while trying to keep Vi's life unaffected.

After this there's only one major parallel between Caitlyn and Vander until the end of S2A2, but there's some other fun Protector Things to talk about in S2A1. Specifically, how Caitlyn steps up and becomes Vi's protector in the wrong way during this act.

There's this specific old-timey usage of Protector that's popular in like... period romances(?) I was a lit major but I didn't specialize in period romances lol to refer to an influential individual (typically a man) who bestows financial and social protections on someone (typically a woman) without granting them the legal protections of marriage.

This is, essentially, what's happened with Vi and Caitlyn in the first act of the second season. We know that Vi's not living with Caitlyn but she also doesn't seem to be working, so the logical conclusion is that Caitlyn is handling her accommodations. In terms of social we know Caitlyn went so far as to threaten to pull her family's funds from the city if they didn't, basically, treat Vi as an equal citizen instead of the sister of a terrorist. But they aren't together romantically and they aren't living together with any of the implied legal protections one might have as an actual ward of Caitlyn's house.

Which leads up to the next one:

~Both lash out in their grief at the wrong people~

And more specifically, they lash out at the wrong person who was sort of a tangential cause in the death of a loved one. Vander attacks and blames Silco for Felicia's death and while she's primarily holding herself responsible, Caitlyn is also aware that she would have stopped Jinx without hesitation if she wasn't Vi's sister; if Vi hadn't made her second guess herself and show mercy... well Cassandra might be alive.

There's also a very specific parallel between S2A2 Caitlyn and Post-Bridge Vander. Both allow an outside force (the Enforcers/the Noxians) to have unfettered access to the Undercity in the hopes of preventing escalating violence, only for things to continue to get even worse.

~Vi is able to pull them from the dark/reestablish their humanity~

When Vi reunites with both Vanderwick and Caitlyn in S2 Act 2 they've both completely lost themselves down darker paths. Vander's mind is being destroyed by Shimmer and he barely remembers he's a person and is largely just Warwick at this point while Caitlyn is lost in a sea of guilt-driven revenge and is donning the title "Commander" like a cloak of self-flagellation. And Vi's able to cut through Warwick to Vander and The Commander to Caitlyn because of their deep rooted love and need to protect her.

Then we get Caitlyn betraying Ambessa and the fight at the commune and I'll come back to this with the last parallel but first I wanna talk about the decisive moment where Caitlyn became Vi's protector, for real this time.

~Both choose to sacrifice revenge in order to save Vi~

During the fight at the commune, Vi is horribly, life-threateningly injured. As folks have noted before, Jinx gives Caitlyn a clear shot at her back while she's distracted (while there's enough chaos for it to be realistic for her to get caught by a stray bullet) and Caitlyn completely ignores her in favor of rushing to Vi's side. Plus she continues to put aside her feelings about Jinx in order for them to get Vi topside safely, and eventually allows Vi to free her when she willingly surrenders. Meanwhile, Vander pulled the same sorta deal in Episode 3 when the factory was about the blow up. He had a moment he could have gone, was going to go after Silco but realized the building was collapsing and Vi was still trapped inside after having a beam dropped on her. Naturally Vander rushed to save Vi, which allowed Silco to escape.

For Caitlyn, however, this is the exact moment she basically takes Vi properly under her protection. In fact, going back to the "old-timey romance novel" version of Protector. The way in which Caitlyn allows Vi to free Jinx, in addition to the fact they are living together post-canon, show that Vi now has legal protections and those protections come from her implied position as a Kiramman.

More to the point, the way in which Vi frees Jinx is reminiscent of how Caitlyn herself freed Vi back in Episode 5. With Caitlyn manipulating the pieces behind the scenes since Vi wasn't really aware she'd been granted Kiramman privileges yet. But to summarize:

Both were somewhere they weren't really supposed to be, but there wasn't anyone who'd question them (Caitlyn because she's a Kiramman, Vi because Caitlyn removed all the guards)

Both freed a prisoner unauthorized knowing hoping that someone higher up would have their back (Caitlyn knowing Jayce would have her back and Vi hoping Caitlyn would be willing to let Jinx help)

Both did indeed have someone higher up the food chain keep them from getting in trouble (Jayce covering for Caitlyn to Marcus and Caitlyn coming down to the cells to make sure she found/freed Vi before anyone else)

Another point in the "this is where Caitlyn becomes Vi's protector" agenda, but ever since that very first scene of the series on the bridge, Vi's always worn some sort of wraps right up until she wakes up in S2A3 in Caitlyn's bed.

Aka: she can finally put her weapon's down, because she's found herself placed firmly under Caitlyn's protection, which means she's finally, fully safe.

And then for the final (and this parts' going to be a dozy so buckle in) we can hop back to the battle at the commune and Caitlyn turning on Ambessa. And what I really love here is that Caitlyn, who has spent the last several months being manipulated at literally every turn, finds one single earnest, honest person again and is like

~Both are willing to start a war in order to protect Vi~

This parallel actually goes a little nuts. Because not only are both of them willing to start a war to protect Vi and her family, with Vander refusing to give the kids up to the Enforcers and nearly starting the civil war almost a decade early versus Caitlyn who refuses to give up Vanderwick real full circle moment here to Ambessa and Singed and actually starts a war with Noxus over it. No, they are both nearly killed in the fallout while taking a knife to the gut from someone they used to trust (Silco/Ambessa) after getting betrayed by someone they thought they could (Sevika/Maddie).

And Caitlyn actually does have to start and finish said war in order to protect Vi. Which brings me to my final point, which is actually something I've seen several complaints about but was really important for Vi's character arc.

Caitlyn needed to fight in the war without Vi. With Vi at a considerably safer location, all things told. Because an important part of Vi's arc is that she's just a normal girl who keeps getting caught up in matters far larger than her when really all she wants is to keep her little family safe, only to have it tragically clawed apart again and again.

So there are two parts to this. Firstly, why it was important for Vi to not need to be there. Because time and again Vi's watched as she'd failed to save her loved ones. Been feet away from them as they were brutally killed in front of her. Her being there hasn't ever been enough to save anyone. But with Caitlyn? Who's protecting not just Vi's fragile mortal form, but her battered, bleeding heart? Caitlyn didn't even need Vi there to come back alive (hurt, but alive).

Building from that we then circle back to the fact that, again, Vi's just your average girl from down in the lanes. There's a reason she nearly has a panic attack when she's sitting in on the war council and realizes how bad the situation is. And it's okay. In the end, Caitlyn and her people (well, mostly Mel) are able to handle Ambessa while Vi's allowed to basically focus on a family matter putting Warwick to rest with Jinx. Aka: Vi isn't responsible for dealing with the big major catastrophe and doesn't have to make it her priority. She can trust that Caitlyn's taking care of it and focus on taking care of her family, the thing she's wanted to do the whole time regardless of how it might have turned out.

While they don't really have a ton of screen time once they get together, the two scenes we do get also showcase this change in dynamics. Especially since, given Vi's affinity for fighting, most of the protection Caitlyn is providing at that point is emotional.

I just mentioned how Vi nearly had a panic attack in the war council, but note how it was nearly because Caitlyn immediately picked up on it (like, it took less than five seconds) and reached out for her, in an official, public setting mind you, to hold her hand and reassure her.

The final scene lends even further to this. Caitlyn is clearly hard-tuned in to Vi's emotional state. She's smirking and running off to see her after hearing her hum like, one line, clearly excited to witness some sort of levity out of her. And after Vi explains though Caitlyn offers some fairly non-evasive comfort (resting her head against Vi's shoulder and gently encouraging her to open up if need be) which serves as an invitation for Vi to choose to take more of said comfort, which she does, physically at least.

And it's such a perfect culmination of their respective arcs. Vi's a Lover, who's been forced to don a Fighter's mantle for years until nothing of her was left. While Caitlyn is a Fighter Protector who spent her whole life locked up in a gilded cage, desperate for more but constantly told her only role was to dance and sing for her public.

In the end Vi's allowed to start piecing herself back together, figuring out who the hell Violet is, while Caitlyn finally has a partner she can trust and rely on who does the same for her in turn.

Someone who sees her as an equal and loves her for herself, someone she can safely hand her heart over to.

And that's for both of them.

[luvvlayna]

Close to You

minors dni

switch! brothel worker! vi x switch! silco worker! fem reader

NSFW tags - switch!Vi, switch! fem reader, strap on use!, fingering (vi!receiving), eating out(r!receiving), choking, dirty talk, brothel worker vi! , foreplay, overstimulation, pet names kinda rough..? Nah it’s rough literally wanna bite her

working for Silco was hard work. every single day was life or death, which added upon the stress that built up inside you

after working nonstop for weeks, Silco takes notice in your clenched jaw and annoyed eyes and sends you off for the day early to take a break

before you can walk fully out the door, Sevika stops you and places a hand on your shoulder, “I recommend the brothel sweetheart..” she chuckles humorously with a smirk

you scoff and throw her hand off your shoulder and walk out the room, rushing past Silco’s goons in the hallway

actually taking Sevika’s advice, you head to the Brothel, hoping to release the stress on a pretty girl. you walk in and check in with Madam Babette.

she takes a look at you and knows exactly who to bring you to, her most popular girl, especially for women, Vi. She leads you to the back of the Brothel and to a room with a pink haired girl wearing a cat mask..

“your ready for another customer vi?” Madam Babette says as Vi nods softly..Madam pushes you into the room, closing the gold and magenta curtain behind you

“so..how do you wanna do this cupcake.?” she says seductively as she stands up, taking off her mask, and undoing the tie of her robe

you stare at her in awe as she reveals a lace bracelet and matching underwear. you move closer to her while admiring the scars along her thighs, the muscles that bulk out from her arms

vi decides to take the lead and wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you in for bruising kiss. You eagerly wrap your arms around her waist and bring her closer

while kissing you, vi takes off your biker jacket and soon rips you tank top off of your body, revealing your full breast. Vi pulls away from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva in her wake

“your tits might be the best thing I’ve ever seen, cupcake..” vi whispers as she grabs one in each hand, rubbing your nipples tenderly

you groan softly as she plays with them, feeling your body shudder in pleasure as your core heats up..

she smiles softly as she turns you around and pushes you onto the bed roughly, she leans over you and kisses down your stomach as your body twitches

“so responsive for me..” vi whispers as she reaches you pants. she unbuckles your belt and pulls down you pants down in one full motion, revealing your soaking wet panties.

vi kisses your inner thighs as she rubs your clit through you underwear, feeling the wetness soak through..you whimper out to her and grab her hand, bringing it the rim of your panties

“please vi..touch me please” you whine out desperately.vi smiles towards you and nods. she pulls down your underwear in one go, revealing your soaking cunt

“your so wet princess..you gonna’ be a good girl for me and let me make you cum.?” vi says as she slowly rubs your clit in small circular motions

“f-fuck yes..” you whimper out as she rubs your soaking pussy. You cry out as she leans down and licks you, feeling her hot tongue on you so suddenly made you close your legs

vi moves her hand from your clit and uses her both her hands to open your legs wider, diving deeper into your wet heat..”don’t close your legs on me princess..let me make you feel good hm?”

while hold your leg apart, vi eats you like it’s her last meal. she sucks on your clit and plunges her tongue inside your hold, making you squirm from the pleasure

feeling your stomach clench, you grind your pussy on Vi’s mouth wanting more of her tongue on you. “please vi ‘m gonna cum..I’m- f-fuck”

you cry out loudly as you release on violet’s face. your legs shake violently as you orgasm crashes into you..you grind on her face more, wanting to milk the aftermath of your orgasm , vi complies, moaning against your sore clit

after a few seconds, you whine with overstimulation as you pull vi’s hair, to move her head away from your swollen clit..she give you a few more licks before sitting up and smiling towards you

you sit up and pull her towards you, taking her lips to yours. she wraps her arms around your waist and pull you closer..

part 2?

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

i love giving my reader silly commentary; so with that little preview of a butch reader x caitvi ask im working on <33

[niilue]

not yet, violet

cw: fem reader, sub!vi, dry humping, mention of pussy, whiny and needy vi <3

⎯ the devilish grin spread across your face as you looked up at vi's stunning form, her eyes wide with a mix of desperation and arousal. she had been grinding against your thigh for what felt like an eternity, her body trembling with every roll of her hips, breath coming in shallow pants as she fought against the overwhelming waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her. your hand gripped her hip firmly, guiding her movements, making sure she didn’t miss a beat. you had ordered her to do this, and she obeyed, still denied the sweet release of an orgasm.

her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. the room was thick with the scent of arousal, the air electric with tension as she clung to you, her eyes searching desperately for any sign of mercy you had no intention of giving—not yet. her moans grew louder, more insistent, her body begging for release, but you remained steadfast, savoring the power you held over her—the power to give or withhold pleasure. this was your game, your dominance, and you reveled in it.

“please,” vi gasped, her voice strained and needy. “i can’t take it anymore.”

you leaned in, your breath hot against her ear. “oh, but you can,” you murmured, your voice a dark, wicked promise. “and you will, until i say you can come.”

her eyes, glazed with lust, met yours, silently pleading. “but it’s too much,” she whined, her hips bucking desperately against your thigh.

“you know the rules, vi,” you chuckled, tightening your grip. “you’re so close, aren’t you?”

“y-yes,” she managed, her voice a breathy whimper.

“good girl,” you praised, your voice low and seductive. “now keep going. i want to hear you scream for it.”

her moans grew more frantic, her nails digging into your leg as she tried to push herself over the edge. “i’ll do anything,” she panted, “just let me come.”

you smirked, enjoying her torment. “but what fun would that be?” you teased, urging her movements faster, harder. “not when you look so beautiful like this.”

vi's eyes rolled back, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “please,” she begged, her body arching, her breasts bouncing with the force of her desperation. “i need it.”

you leaned in, your teeth grazing her earlobe. “you’re mine,” you whispered, your voice dark and possessive. “and you’ll come when i say so.”

her movements grew more erratic, her breath catching in her throat. “i’m yours,” she moaned, barely audible. “yours always.”

vi's face was a portrait of erotic agony, her full lips parted and glistening as she struggled to hold back her cries. her eyes squeezed shut, trying to contain the delirium of pleasure that threatened to consume her. sweat trickled down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat, making her skin glisten like a polished gem. her body, a mesmerizing symphony of curves and desperation, moved in a rhythm both sensual and frantic, each roll of her hips and arch of her back a silent plea for relief. her breasts heaved with every breath, the nipples hard and erect, begging to be touched, kissed, devoured.

her naked body writhed against you, her pussy slick and swollen with arousal, glistening as it slid along your thigh. each thrust left a trail of wetness that only intensified the heady excitement between you. her clit, a tiny, pulsing bud, throbbed with need, while the velvety folds of her sex, flushed and slick with desire, pressed harder against your leg. the warmth of her arousal seeped into you, taunting you with the promise of release she was so close to but couldn’t reach. the scent of her excitement filled the air, intoxicating and potent, spurring you to keep her at the edge.

despite the slickness soaking your thigh and the needy, pleading sounds escaping her lips, you held firm. her moans rose in pitch, a desperate symphony that wrapped around you, tempting you to relent. but you leaned in closer, your voice a soft caress in her ear. “not yet, violet,” you murmured. “ride me a little longer.”