#her and vi are matching now

[arcanefanpage]

They’re matching

[odysseydex]

THEY JUST CASUALLY DROPPED VI’S WHOLE BACK TATTOO??? HELLO????

[mettywiththenotes]

Vi and Caitlyn were stabbed in the same spot

[sunshades]

Okay actually since we're here my full official prediction: heathcliff gets the cathy id (as kris said first. Their mind.) Like of course he should. The vibe of the mirror world is if she hadn't existed and he would've been actually taken in possibly with the intention to be Hindley's right hand man, so the id is A Gentleman Of Wuthering Heights or something. And technically it is her but in practice it's the end of the book situation where he's alone without her, but also HER situation in the 3 years of time skip, where she's left alone and decides to marry as her one way out. For the id the theme definitely won't be marriage but probably the classic Big Violence, possibly with him having the goal of taking over the grange (which cathy did do) and I think it would be fun for him to get some lines about considering joining the syndicates as he then actually did WHICH would be beautifully specular as their stories should be. PM listen to me. Listen t

[shapeshyft]

@danversiism Carol, she's in your house playing w/ your cat.

[pertinaxism]

Do you think Viserra and Rhaenyra match outfits???

[yameoto]

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you

tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k

they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.

tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.

"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."

"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."

this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.

"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.

"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."

vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"

caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.

then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.

oh, god. this is better than porn.

"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.

caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.

plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.

"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."

what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.

"is this your first time?”

"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”

oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.

“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.

"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.

caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.

"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).

"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.

caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.

vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.

"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.

you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.

"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"

you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.

you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“careful with her, baby.”

“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.

you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.

"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.

"you want to try?"

"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.

"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."

and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.

“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.

“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.

“god, please.”

[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

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[vampiefemme]

so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

[princesssmars]

it's getting sticky!

a little vi x reader

wc : 1.166

inspired by this tweet. don't look at me. sequel and threequel here :3

contains : boxer!vi ib this, fem!reader, scissoring, vi's a horndog wbk.

a/n: can't wait for act 4 to drop next week don't worry they just took a week's break guys. pitfighter vi changed my life i had to keep pausing the episodes to scream into my hands baby girl come home.

ever since vi had met you, she had been discovering quite a few new things about herself.

she is apparently an active sleeptalker, has a habit of biting her lips when thinking, and once she gets you in bed she needs to keep going until she passes out.

she’d always known she had a soft spot for pretty girls, constantly flirting with and taking home the girls who showed up to her matches with her face plastered on their shirts and phone cases. but eventually, she started to grow a bit bored with the routine of a night of rough sex with a stranger before parting ways, never to meet again. well, hopefully. unfortunately, some of the girls could get a bit obsessed. one of the cons of being too good with a strap.

but like a deity above heard her secret prayers she spots you in the crowd at one of her shows, oh-so-pretty face stuck staring down at your phone as a girl she assumes is your friend looks on to the match with glee. as cliche as it was, she was instantly intrigued.

she had no choice but to come up to you after the show, black leather jacket slung over her shoulders as she greets you with a flirty smile and one of her most trusty pick up lines to make you laugh.

you aren't impressed. you do call her cute, which is a win in her book. luckily your friend is a huge fan, and manages to persuade you into giving her your number for an autograph. she swears she hears the girl call her hot when your friend drags you away, and she doesn’t hear you disagree.

you make it very clear at the start of the relationship that you know about her reputation with other women, and that you don't want to have sex until you are sure she is committed to you. and while she obviously respects your boundaries, taking the care to make she never goes too far whenever things do start to get a little more intimate, she has to admit it’s a bit of a struggle to keep it in her pants. she swears after a few weeks you start teasing her, hugging her from behind when you're in a towel fresh out of the shower and wearing tops with lower and lower necklines.

and once you finally do tell her you're ready to go all the way? the girl is stuck on you from sunset to sundown, wringing countless orgasms from you until you have to use the last of your energy to tap out.

she adores how you can keep up with her, especially after she successfully wins a match. the adrenaline from the fight is still pumping through her veins, sweat and bruises dotted over her skin as she rushes over to you once she’s cleared of injuries and lifts you up in her arms, twirling you around until she starts to get dizzy. the sound of your squeals and giggles as she bites and kisses at your neck one of her favorite sounds in the world.

it can only be paralleled by the noises you’re making now, desperate and pitched-up whines and gasps as you sit across from her, eyes drooping and head falling back as you grind your hips into hers. she had been so desperate to get her hands on you that she couldn’t be bothered to pull down either of your underwear, the friction from her boxers and your panties making her eyes roll into the back of her head. she’s sure the grip her hand has on your leg propped up next to her is too tight and sure to leave a slight bruise, but you only subtly push it closer to her grip, biting your lip when her nails dig into your skin.

“come on, come on pretty girl, keep giving it to me.”

her hoarse voice pants, tilting her hips just the slightest to the side so that her clit rubs even harder on the wet fabric below, brushing against yours the slightest bit to make you let out a needy moan. normally her dirty words are enough to send you into overdrive but she can tell that tonight the euphoria is getting to you, too deep in the experience to register what she’s saying. her other hand that's not gripping onto you for dear life reaches over, her breath hitching when her cunt presses even harder into yours, and gently but firmly grabs you by the back of the head so your head is upright again.

“vi, ‘h my god-” your moan is cut off by her plush lips harshly pressing into yours and sticking her tongue in your mouth, muscles massaging each other before she pulls away and watches the string of spit that connects you to each other. a dopey grin grows on her face before she ever so slightly tilts your head down, laughing at the strained gasp that leaves your throat.

even with fabric there you’re obviously both soaked, dark and light materials stained by yourselves and each other and only growing more intense by the second. it creates a perfect blend of embarrassment but arousal in you that forces you to grind yourself into her harder, chasing that high for the both of you as you hear the audible noises of your bodies meeting.

as you both get closer you start to get clingier, your trembling hands resting on vi’s shoulders as a subtle hint that she picks up on immediately. she helps you to wrap your arms around her shoulders as hers moves to your back, squeezing your sides and rubbing over the skin when your teary exhausted voice calls her name over and over as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“vi, vi, ‘m so close, please, oh shit harder-”

“i know, i know, baby. just a little more, fuck you feel so good, prettiest girl, god prettiest pus-”

she smiles and bites into your shoulder when your orgasm finally hits you, the desperate grinding of your hips paired with the breathy whining from your throat right next to her ear sending her to nirvana right after you, broad hands pulling your overstimulated into hers so she can keep using your pliant body to carry her through her orgasm.

you sit in each other's arms for a minute, hands softly brushing through each other's hands and pressing kisses to each other shoulders. she loves these little moments with you where she can just bask in the fuzzy post-sex bliss with you. she loves it even more when she delicately rubs herself into you to test the waters, always met by your lovesick giggle as you hold onto her tighter and return the movement, ready to go as soon as she gives you a sign.

im pregnant and pifighter vi is the father

[evieelyzabethh]

"lacy"

⭒"i see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear"⭒ Arcane characters when jealous {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw ☞ slight angst but they all have a happy ending, kissing, and the usual stuff (slightly pervy Jayce)

♞Vi♞

♞Making Vi jealous is a terrible game. She is about that action and absolutely loves to fight, nothing beats that flow of adrenaline as she chases someone down to bash their face in. I feel like she would also get a bit mean. Jealousy is a nasty thing, it bites, and she bites back harder. The pit it creates in her stomach tries to swallow her whole and sometimes she wants to bring you down with her

♞She doesn't understand why you would want or need the attention of anyone else when you have her. Chiefly at the beginning of your relationship, it would cause a rift, intention or not. Vi doesn't have a proper education, she’s constantly guilt ridden about her childhood and her sister, she's broke, and an absolute hot mess. She's already constantly questioning why you're with her in the first place and the last thing she needs is some random coming up and flirting with you and you even bothering to dignify their presence with a response.

♞She would go dead silent, brushing you off for what feels like weeks, stewing in her increasingly negative thoughts. She doesn't even think you're cheating, but she feels like it's only a moment of time before you realize there's something better out there. Always the one to make the wrong decision, she pushes you away for a bit. She's very short with you, brushing off your attempts to make peace, playing a mean game to see if you're gonna give up on her so she can use it against you. This is definitely her biggest red flag.

It's dark and rainy out, rain pelting at the ground, seeping and sliding into its cracks to rehydrate the already soft foundation. It was supposed to be a calm night out at the Last Drop involving a few drinks to get Vi out of her current terrible mood, bookended by an unstable walk home as you both barely support each other under your weight and constant fit of giggles. Instead, Vi was a few paces ahead of you, hands shoved into her pockets, her head down rather than putting her hood up to keep her head dry from the rain. Every time you approach her, she slightly leans away. At first you thought it was an accident, maybe she was trying to avoid stepping on a rock or into a puddle, but after the umpteenth time it happens, the message becomes clear. She's avoiding you. As argumentative as she is, you may even be worse. "What the fuck is your, problem?", you bark, the alcohol in your veins curving the embarrassment of passersby clearly tuning into the argument they think is about to break out. "You've said some choice things and have been awfully rude these past few days, and I really don't appreciate it, Violet." But she doesn't have it in her to make a big scene. It's definitely the alcohol, because she's genuinely scared that if she starts a screaming match with you right now, she'll cry. She turns to you swiftly, hair dripping wet, stray dye rolling down her cheeks and down the slope of her nose. You had just dyed it together a few days ago, back before she decided to be mad at you for who knows what reason. "Look at me", she grabs your chin before you even get the chance to break eye contact with her. Petty, pissed, and unable to jerk your face out of her grip without giving yourself whiplash, you close your eyes. This pisses her off even more. "What, you don't have any more charity work left in you? You can giggle with what-his-face for hours, but you can't even look at your girlfriend?" That gets you to open your eyes, at first confused as to what the hell she was talking about then glittering with amusement that causes her to immediately let go and continue her fast paced walk back home. She isn't far enough to escape your light voice, cheery with the realization that you finally broke her down and occupied with what you think is the silliest thing in the world. "Oh, my gods, you're jealous about that guy from last night! Vi, you're so ridiculous, I don't even remember his name." And she is still teeming with anger, but that anger will dissipate soon after that last admission. Once you sober up, you don't find it as funny, but she's at your every beck and call trying to convince you it won't happen again.

♞After a little while together, she feels more stable in the relationship. Trust, she still gets jealous, but it usually looks like a smirk on her face before she pulls you into a heated kiss in front of whoever is bothering her. She makes a real show of it too, prying open your mouth to slip her tongue inside, her hands squeezing your sides and hiking up your dress, knee pressed firmly in between your legs. She continues long after the person leaves, before shrugging and sarcastically wondering where they possibly could've gone off to. You often scold her for this. You've never been to jail, and you'd hate to go for a public indecency charge.

★Ekko★

★Ekko doesn't really get jealous, like out of everyone I think he would get the least jealous so most of this section would be about his complete lack of jealousy. He doesn't believe in getting into relationships without trust first and it's because of this confident trust that he wouldn't get jealous. If anything, he wouldn't be jealous as in feeling like your relationship was in danger but jealous when it comes to your time. Like he would get slightly pouty if he felt like you were spending too much time with your friends, and it was significantly cutting out of your time together. Even then, he wouldn't really act on it.

★Ekko would be a "I don't care what my girlfriend wears, I can fight" kinda guy. Especially because he likes picking out your outfits, he does it with the intention of showing off the goods. He likes looking at you, he knows the world likes looking at you, he sees it as doing a favor to society. He is the first to tell you your tits look scrumptious in that top.

★Same concept with you being approached or flirted with. If they have the gall to do it in his direct presence, he has a great many words to say about it, but if he's watching it go down, he likes to watch it happen. He'll get involved as soon as he gets the feeling you are uncomfortable, but for the most part he sits amused a few feet away laughing at the glances you give him as the conversation goes on.

★I feel like if anyone was to get jealous, it would be you. Ekko spends a lot of time with a lot of different people which leaves space for certain people to not know that he's spoken for. I think he would be less aware of this than you. You are always at the forefront of his mind; he cannot fathom giving his attention to other people. Especially because he talks about you so often, he makes it quite clear that he is not single and when people choose to ignore that fact, he doesn't notice.

Warm light flitters into your shared room through half open blinds that reveal the orange and yellow that the blue sky had faded into. Ekko had just gotten home eager to strip down into some old, tattered tee shirt and some boxer shirts. Instead, he was met with a slightly agitated girlfriend, and he notices this immediately. He gives you space at first, greeting you at the door and asking you how you were and listening to your expectedly short answer. He only lasts a few minutes of this passive aggression before sliding beside you on the couch, sliding his arm around you and pulling you in close. You reluctantly lean in, trying to ignore how inviting he smells and how warm he feels. "Baby," he draws out, scooping you completely into his arms to straddling your thighs over his waist, his large palms remaining on your upper thigh. He's trying to whittle down your resolve and it is working. "Don't you wanna tell me what's wrong?" You rolled your eyes. "I've already told you what's wrong." He thinks it's cute that you're jealous. He likes the way your arms cross over your puffed chest, and you furrow your brow to try and appear serious but all you look like to him is a rabbit about to thump its foot. "And I have already told you, I am completely yours." It's cheesy and he knows it and he amps it up by scattering kiss all over your face, even as you try to evade his touch. "I don't doubt that, it's just..." He derails your sentences as his kisses move lower and his hands get more adventurous, exploring your upper thigh and the curve of your ass and the small of your back from underneath your shirt. "Hey!", you snap, "I'm being serious, Ekko." He pauses, withdrawing his hands to the fat of your hips and, reluctantly, his lips from your neck. "I'm listening, baby." "I've told you I don't know how many times that I do not like that girl. She is all over you." His mouth opens to try and protest, but you cut him off. "I can literally smell her perfume on you." He gets slightly defensive at this. "You don't think I'm cheating on you, do you?" A look of hurt flashes across his eyes. "Of course, I don't, Ekko. I'm not questioning you; I'm questioning her. I know she knows we're together and she just doesn't care, and you don't shut it down. Why else do you think she kept you out this late? What were you two doing?" Nothing. A whole lot of nothing, actually. The girl you were referring to, Thalara, had been a topic of conversation before. She was new to the commune, which landed her the benefit of the doubt with you, but it's been months now and she still hasn't laid off. Ekko, ever trusting of his people, never assumed malintent, but you saw right through her. You cup his head in between your hands, looking him in his eyes to make sure that the message is clear. "I love you, and I'm not mad at you, but she's pissing me off. You need to make it very clear that she needs to leave you alone or I will send the message for you." And you meant that. He makes it very clear to her the next day that he has absolutely no interest and comes back to you the next day beaming in accomplishment.

★Jealous you turns him on so incredibly much. Whatever you say goes, he is not one to turn you down when you're in a jealous mood.

❂Jayce❂

❂I feel like you would both get jealous, but he would get far more jealous than you do. While he is far from someone who would tell you to change what you're wearing, he does try and tag along with you when you're wearing something low cut. Like babe, what do you mean you don't want him to join girls night? Are you sure you're not cold?? You must be cold; your ass is hanging out, why won't you take his jacket?? Please take his jacket!!! Because of this he walks behind you, making it much harder for those undeserving to stare at you like he does.

❂While he loves showing you off at fancy events, ain't shit funny if you look too good. If you're lucky enough to make it out the house on time (he insists on helping you zip up but then gets confused which way zippers go), being there is a struggle. He likes staring at you and did not have the forethought to think other people would enjoy staring at you too. Let someone make a comment too, he is glued to your hip for the rest of the night.

He waits anxiously for the stupid gala to be over. Had he been more of a drinker, he would've been content to have a few glasses of the fancy champagne they brought around, but he hates the ethanol aftertaste it leaves behind and that is the last thing he needed after already feeling nauseous. He was trying so hard for you, he knew he had to give you your space, and he knew you were excited to go out to his Hextech showcase to show your support. He's being bitter and he hates it, he hates biting his tongue while watching you giggle with a councilman and the fact that he feels like a petulant child watching some other kid play with his toy He's been getting better with his jealousy, honest! That's why he's self-aware enough to know that his urge to go after you, sling you over his shoulder, and carry you home himself is childsh and silly and that you would chastise him over it as he looked at you like a kicked puppy. Gods, this was stupid. But he puts a smile on his face anyway, making his way over to you from the balcony he was just standing on, and sliding his hand on your shoulder. You look over at him, startled for a second, but relax when you see his amber eyes and slightly gapped smile. And then you say the magic words. "Oh, I was just about to go looking for you. Are you ready to go?" He cannot say yes fast enough. After he has you all to himself, he is insatiable, kissing you deeply as soon as you step foot in the carriage taking you home, losing balance and nearly sending you both toppling onto the floor of the moving vehicle. The seats are awkward and not long enough to properly lay you down, but he's too desperate to care about the discomfort, his hand cradling the back of your neck to make sure you are as comfortable as you can be. He's ruthless, the force of his kisses knocking the breath out of you and you can never catch up. You're almost dizzy, his desperate whispers nearly going through one ear and out the other. "You love me, right? Me and only me? You don't need anyone else.", and he's trying to find your zipper again, but his hands are clumsy and cold, and it only serves to arch your back further into him, not that he's complaining. When you do come to your senses, you giggle, running your nails through his hair as he looks up at you with wide eyes. "How long have you been holding that in." He looks at you sheepishly, fighting the urge to hide his embarrassment in the crook of your neck. "All night." You shake your head at his ridiculousness, pulling him in for a slower kiss, properly savoring the moment, before pulled away to peck his nose. "You are the only one for me, handsome, I don't know how many times I have to say it." He shrugs his broad shoulders. "A few more times wouldn't hurt." You roll your eyes and ask if he wants a collar, and he does not look as adverse as you expected.

❂He is so incredibly unhinged when it comes to jealousy. He doesn't act on it, but his mind goes to wild places. In a modern AU, if you dare not reply to a text in ten minutes he's asking, "What position he got you in?" Even worse, he knows he's being senseless, it's his way of asking for reassurance in a joking way. It's so absurd, you don't take him seriously which slightly frustrates him because he wants you to reaffirm him on what he already knows.

❂He gets really pouty when jealous too. He'll usually try and thrust himself into his work to occupy his mind and get it back to a rational place. Viktor calls you immediately because he ends up talking to him about it and he thinks the entire ordeal is unreasonable and doesn't have time to be asked at the ass crack of dawn "I know she loves me, but what if (insert insane scenario here)." He is a chronic overthinker and sometimes you just have to shut his brain off.

☽Viktor☾

☽Viktor is another one who doesn't get super jealous, but when he does, it usually stems from insecurities surrounding his leg. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes, especially as his condition gets worse, he gets frustrated that he can't do the things as easy as he used to be able to. However, he is entirely too proud to admit it or act on it. You probably wouldn't even notice, to be honest, and he wouldn't want you to.

☽I think he would absolutely throw himself into work when jealous. He's already at the lab damn near day and night, but unlike usual when he'll try for conversation here and there and be more lively, he's throwing himself into it out of necessity. It is one of his pride and joys, when his ego takes a hit, work is his refuge. This, of course, hardly ever works because he does not get good work done when it's being forced. He'll usually end up staring at the photo he keeps of you at your desk and feel lonely.

☽He'll invite you around to his lab more, though he is uncharacteristically stiff and rigid. He's trying too hard to focus but he just can't. His leg is tapping furiously beneath the table, he's biting the inside of his cheek, his hand is running through his hair every couple minutes. Things just aren't computing like how he wants them to and he hates it. His pride is a double-edged sword here, jealously is Jayce's thing. He thinks he is leagues above it and he gets frustrated with himself when he feels that green sickness in his heart.

☽He would be the type to address it head on. Once again, he's very analytical. He will tell you what exactly got him upset, why exactly it upset him, be very clear that he isn't blaming or upset at you, and silently hope you go overboard with affection for the next few weeks for the sake of his ego. After he does, he likes to ignore it even happened. Him? Jealous? You must have him confused with another ridiculously attractive, impaired, Czech-accented man. Jealous isn't even in his very extensive vocabulary, he has no idea when or why you dreamed of this completely fictitious scenario. He wouldn't try and gaslight you that it never happened, but he is petty enough to get selective hearing when it comes to mentions of it

For the first time since...ever, Viktor is home before the sun goes down. To say it catches you off guard is an understatement, so unused to the doorknob jiggling before the wee hours of the morning, you had a knife in your hand before you heard his keys in the door. You had been making dinner, and the smell alone makes his heart skip a beat. He hardly ever gets a warm dinner and for a minute, he deeply regrets being in his lab all the time. He slides off his shoes and loosens his tie as he pads over to you in the kitchen, wrapping one hand around your waist and the other gripping the counter for support. "You're home early.", you chirp, turning around to face him to peck his lips. "I was just making dinner, you want a taste?" Though he would never say no to that, you already have the spoon to his lips with a hand under to catch anything that might fall before he can even answer. He indulges, of course, and as the warm liquid soothes his throat, he hates that lab even more. Soup is one thing; but warm soup is to die for. "It's delicious, tchotchke." You smile as you turn back around. "Any reason you're home so early." He looks back the new ceiling fan you called Jayce over to put up and lets out a sardonic chuckle. He understands why you called him; he'd need to get on a ladder to put it up and have to abandon his cane for however long it took to hold the thing up and take care of the wiring. He wouldn't be able to balance himself and if he came down, the fan was coming down with him, probably on top of him. And yet, he still would've rather done it himself than you call Jayce to do it. "Yes, but it's admittedly a very stupid reason." You cannot fathom this. You remove the pot from the stove and onto a folded cloth on your counter and desert the stove. "Did something happen?" And he can't handle the look of concern on your face over something he knows to be trivial. "It's just that..." when he realizes he can't put it off any longer, he sighs. "I got jealous of Jayce." Had it not been for the serious look on your face, you would've burst into laughter. Those words had never fallen out of his mouth in that order before. "I know it's absurd, but it started when he put the fan up and it bothered me more than it should. I don't like that there are some things I can't do around the house, and it's been this way my whole life, but it's different with him. He's just always "the guy" and I hate the thought of him being "the guy" to you. It's irrational and a leap in logic, I know, but I hate it." And even better than pity, you just smile at him. In a way it's better that you want to laugh at him, he wants to laugh at him too. The thought of Jayce replacing him is maybe even more of an impossibility for you than it is for him. "So, next time I should just call a guy." He chuckles. "Yes, please."

☼Mel☼

☼I feel like she would be very calm about her jealousy, but also have a slight inclination to anger, albeit a silent one. She doesn't fear the betrayal of a potential cheating, but rather the embarrassment. If she were to see you get too chummy with someone, rather than approach you, she would watch from afar to see what you'd do. This is also a big reason why she usually doesn't take action herself; you never disappoint her when it comes to letting people know you're taken.

☼She is a bit clingier when jealous, but more than that she would insist on doing more couple things together. If she feels it is not known enough, she will make it known that the two of you are together. This often means gifts like expensive jewelry that only she could afford you, a new outfit that conveniently matches with one of hers, or even just letting you borrow bags or earrings of hers. It's her way of scenting you almost. She's too classy to try and "stake her claim" in a more showy way, so she does it in a more inconspicuous way.

Waking up alone wasn't something you were completely unused to. Mel was a very busy woman, and you were content with the nights you had together and rare mornings. These mornings were made extra bearable when you woke to a box on your nightstand, wrapped in a silk ribbon with a note in your girlfriend's handwriting slipped under the bow. 'From my heart, to my darling', it read, a lipstick mark beneath where she had signed her name with an elegant flick of her wrist. Perhaps just as eager to be opened as you were to open it, the ribbon fell loose as you gently picked up the box. It was too small to be a dress and too large to be a ring but large enough to contain maybe a fancy watch or a necklace, but judging by her unusually clingy demeanor last night, you had a feeling you could pretty accurately guess what was inside the ornate jewelry box. Unsurprisingly, within it lay a gold and pearl necklace, pearls that must’ve been rare due to their black hue rather than their usually pale pearlescent coloring.  The chain felt light in your hand, the heaviest part sinking into your palm as you stared at. Your first initial and an M. No matter which way it was taken, the M to be her first name or her last, the possessive message was clear, not that you minded. Mels smile was bright when she saw you for the first time that day, and even brighter when she saw what decorated your neck. She excused herself from the councilmember she was talking to before walking over to you, practically gliding on air. She takes your hand, kissing the inside of your wrist then your knuckles then pulls you by your hand into her. "I take it you're enjoying your gift?" Your hand still in hers, she spins you, taking you in at all angles for the first time that day. "It's beautiful, but I can't help but wonder what inspired the decision." She knows you know exactly how she works, and she doesn't mind admitting she's jealous. "Am I wrong to give my pretty girl a gift?", she says, mocking the comment you received last night. She rolls her eyes and her face gives away her impending rant. "Am I wrong to give a pretty girl a compliment? I still can't believe he said that to you last night. He only did it to piss me off, you know." You bite your lip to hide your laughter, but it eventually slips from you. "I hope I'm more entertaining than Salo was last night." She can't even feign annoyance, not with the sound of your laughter filling her ears and her name around your neck. She laughs herself, with how much the two of you talk shit about the man, you'd think anything he did could never affect her, but she had been biting her tongue since last night. "Shall I list to you all the ways you're better than Salo?" She waves the idea off nonchalantly. "No, my darling, I should hope I never need an ego boost that desperately."

☼You would definitely get jealous far more often than she does. She's gorgeous, smart, well spoken, rich and affluent, and perfection embodied in a person, there is much to be jealous of. Especially as someone who is on the council where part of the job is being great at sweet talk, I feel like you would get your feelings hurt sometimes. You catch more flies with honey, and she may be the sweetest honey there is. She does tease you for your jealousy though, she finds it utterly adorable.

☼She wouldn't allow you to be jealous long. She is very good at reading you and your emotions, she seems to always know exactly how you're feeling. You couldn't even hide it from her if you tried, she'll always find a way to corner you and help you talk your feelings through. She tries very hard to make sure that you can never question who she loves the most.  

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

imagining vi stumbling drunkenly into babette’s brothel, looking for somewhere to vent that increasingly common frustration of falling victim to another cagefight match.

her request is the same each time, you — black hair tinted well enough it could be navy, gapped teeth, a dimpled smile.

she takes you gently at first, working what clothes you had on with delicate fingers considering her fingers were too swollen and too bruised to be anymore rough than what she had been that night.

and then, she gets hungry, seeing the curve of your ass reared for her, sweat-dotted eyelashes fluttering shut from overstimulation as she eats you out. her hands are firmly clamped on your thighs, now, with no intention of letting go.

she’s made a name for herself at the brothel, of course — for her awfully specific type and her reputation inside the ring. her poorly dyed hair is a familiar sight, to the extent where you are booked out on specific days when she miserably stumbles in.

you’re not new to the job, per se. she’s your most loyal customer, sure, but you have enough experience to recognise that look in her eye. that neglect. those starved eyes that attentively scour your marked tits. and how else can you oblige except for allowing her to leave with slumped shoulders, patched cuts, and a blissfully whole look in her eyes.

her needs are met, thanks to you.

[b-lossm]

•+*Dogtooth*+•

Vi x reader smut

Synopsis: you see her for the first time in weeks, she's a pitfighter now,,, and she looks,,,so,,so stressed

18+ only, MDNI.

top vi, bottom reader, begging, hair pulling, praise, edging, pussy slapping, degradation, dacryphilia, face riding, marking, Hair pulling

How did you get here?

Well you actually know exactly how, you where searching for Vi, your best friend who mysteriously disappeared after the explosion of gray into Piltover. When you finally found her right after her match in a bar, you offered to take some of that stress off of her shoulders...

--

"V-Vi-- oh god-- fuck-- Violet please-, plea---oh!-- god please Vi let me eat you outt~" You whine, your hands find her messily dyed undercut to rub and pull at it while she slurps, soft moans coming from her mouth going directly into you messy cunt "W--why would i do tha--" slurrp "T--thaat princess?" she moans into your cunt, it always felt so good when she talked with her mouth full "y-your already relieving my stress enough" she comes up to take a breath, her fingers continuing their work. Its a lewd sight, your airy moans of her name leaving your mouth while your slick covers her chin and cheeks. You hold onto one of her pillows for dear life "B--bbb-ah!~ because i--i wanna' make you f' good" you squirm as you approach your high "Hold it" she commands and takes her place between your thighs again and moves just so painfully slow..

You squirm and instinctively squeeze her head in between your thighs and as quickly as this all started, she took her fingers out and slaps your cunt "Bad girl" she chuckles as you squirm and tear up slightly "Beg for it" she ghosts her thumb over your clit as you beg "Vi o-oh Vi ple- please, please let me c--cum please oh--oh my god please Vi--PLease Violet" you manage to get out "Good girl.." she pushes her fingers back into your messy cunt and goes back to lapping at your folds till you make a mess of her face and hand "H--haah" you moan and twitch as you come down from your high.

She chuckles and gives your cunt one more love tap "We aren't done you know" she pulls off her boxers and moves in to kiss you "lucky you, your wish is coming true" she moves in for one more kiss before asking "you wanted to eat me out right princess?" you nod desperately, she positions her wet kitty atop your mouth "tap m' thigh if its too much okay princess?" you nod again and pull her to sit on your face and get to munching. Vi moans and grinds down on your face "o--oh~ what a good girl.." she continues her motion, moaning whenever her clit bumped the tip of your nose.

"V--mpph vi I missed th--mph this" you moan into her cunt, wanting to make her feel the way you did just moments ago. She moans out "haaggh- missed you too princes-mmmph~~ princess" her moans become more desprate as she picks up her pace "G--god I missed you,, Missed this,, Missed your sweet face and cunt--fuck" Vi whines and picks up the pace "Don' know why the fuck I left--fuck baby girl m' coming" Her release then takes over her body, she desperately ruts against your mouth as you lap up every last drop just as she did for you before.

She collapses besides you and kisses you, tasting herself all over your mouth "Too bad I don't have m' strap" she cuddles into you, pushing her face into the crook of your neck to give you even more hickeys so your neck and collarbones match the inside of your thighs. You sigh softly "Come home with me?.......please?" you silently beg her, desperate for her companionship "mmkay princess" she kisses the top of your head "Rest, I'll be right here" she whispers into your ear and then falls asleep herself.

you mentally check two things off your motive list

Find Vi and bring her home

sleep with her

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Hope you guys liked this!!!! um.. act two. was.. something!! [kill me now]

[dumblilb]

I Could Be Enough

Pitfighter!Vi x Fem!Reader

(Synopsis: They weren’t super close as children, but running around in the same crowd kept them in the know of each other. But years later she might be all Vi’s got left.)

(Warnings: drunk!vi, alcohol, mentions of physical violence ‘ not towards reader’, it’s mostly fluff, a little bit of angst, no mentions of physical attributes, just she/her pronouns, not proof read)

(Requested: yes)

(Wc: 1,5k)

* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆ * ・゚☆ 。

You don’t even know how it got to this point. Sitting at the booth in a gross, sticky, and dark club, watching over a girl you didn’t think you would ever see again. And maybe you were right. Cause she’s not the same girl you remember running around the streets of the under city as a child. The one who always had a bright look in her eyes as she tried so hard to live up to her father’s name, and keep her siblings safe.

But one thing was the same behind those, now dark and sad, slate grey eyes. She was a fighter. In the most literal sense. She couldn’t keep her fist off a jaw if she tried. Night after night she would cover her distinct tattoos and red hair with dark paint. Disguising herself from the public who claimed her strength as a prize. Or maybe even hiding from herself. She wasn’t to sure anymore.

But as the nights carried on the paint got messier and the drinks were getting stronger. And it was hard to watch. But here you were. Watching. So hard you thought your eyes might bleed from all the strobing lights and smoke filling the air. Any other night you might have gone to bed. Ignored the aching feeling you had, and left her to party the rest of the night away. But you couldn’t. Because there she was also watching you. As she sloppily got up with a bottle in her hand and started to walk towards the exit, the urge to follow consumed you. Because you knew she wanted you too. She was practically begging. And so you did. Meeting her by the stairs leading to her small apartment.

“Thank god you came, I thought I was gonna have to drink all alone tonight.” She slurred and you sighed resting your hip against the wall, propping yourself up.

“What would you do without me.” You smiled at her. Trying not to be angry with how fucked up she sounds. Slyly taking the bottle from her and helping her steady by the waist you walk her home.

“You know you’re so pretty when you’re mad at me.” She sighs as you push her door open. You just roll your eyes. She’s been doing this for months. Ever since her first pit match. You were hired as a sort of nurse for the ring. Patching up the people who were getting their shit rocked, and the people doing the punching. Making sure they were healed enough for their next match. And the second you saw her step in that ring you knew it was her. Sure she looked a little different. But her deep upper cut. You could never forget that.

So you causally brought up growing up in the lanes while bandaging her fists that day. How you were pretty shy but always friendly with a boy named Ekko. And he had introduced you to his friends a few times. You could tell she remembered you. But she didn’t say anything. Which was okay. You could tell she didn’t really want to be known at that point. But as time went on she spent more time talking to you after matches. Sitting at the bar just trying to figure out how life got both of you here.

But she also found alcohol along the way. And that concerned you. She would always assure you she was fine. And you chose to believe her. Even though it sometimes seemed she would look right through you. Like she wished something else was there.

But even before the alcohol, the casual flirting was always there. Comments about how attractive you looked and how nice you were to her compared to the other fighters. Claiming you made her feel ‘so special’ and not just because it was coming from a beautiful girl like you.

So as you sit her down on her small bed and pull out some supplies to remove her makeup you can’t help but shake your head at her.

“Your dumb fake flirting isn’t going to get you out of this one vi. You’re a mess.” You sigh pushing her hair back with one hand, removing her makeup with the other.

“It’s not fake and you know it.” She rolls her eyes. “I want you. Please.” She says griping the hand with the cloth in it. Rubbing her thumb across your knuckles softly. The difference between her ruff scared hands and yours now glaringly apparent.

“You’re drunk and exhausted, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bit of a concussion after today’s match. I haven’t seen you get hit that hard in a while.” You say ignoring her advances. As you’ve done before.

“I’m fine. You know I’m fine.” She reassures you. But the wavering of her eyes says otherwise.

“I know you think you’re fine-“ you remove your hand from hers and finish wiping her face. “But I see you, Vi. And this isn’t fine.” You say pointing from the bottle resting on her little table to her bruised fists.

She groans tossing her head back. And you gear up ready for a fight about how you don’t know what you’re talking about. But she rubs her eyes a little, her breath slowly becoming unsteady.

“You’re right I’m sorry.” She breathes out looking at you. The small bit of light roaming the room makes the wateriness of her eyes sparkle. “God I’m so tired and I don’t know what to do.” She cries.

You don’t even know how to respond. She’s never really cried in front of you before. She’s always been so tuff. But as she sits before you, even her toned and muscular body couldn’t make her look strong.

“I’m so lonely. All I have at this point is you. And you don’t even want me.” She continues and your face softens. Kneeling down in front of her you softly stroke her hair, pulling her in for a hug. She cautiously wraps her arms around you. Like just her touch might scare you away.

“You have me. You do. I think you have for a while now. I just didn’t think you were serious.” You reassure her. Her head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and you can hear her breathing steady slightly.

“I’m always serious about you.” She says softly, it being a bit muffled by her position. She pulls away from the hug, resting her forehead to yours. “Can you stay please. I don’t want to be alone.” She asks quietly. Her warm breath hitting your lips.

“I’ll stay.” You grin and she moves to get up and grab a blanket. You help get her ready to lay down, removing her thick boots and setting aside the dirty cloth.

She props the blanket in your lap and she lays down. At first you just smile at how dainty she looks compared to how you usually see her. But her strong arm pulling you down next to her snaps you out of it pretty quickly.

Pulling the blanket over you both, you run your fingers through her hair. Analyzing her face one feature at a time. Her eyes seem a little more blue in this lighting. And you can finally see the small freckles adorning her skin.

“Are you trying to seduce me.” She asks with a soft laugh. “Cause it’s working.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas. That’s not happening. At least not tonight.” You say and you could have sworn her cheeks got a little pink.

“Well then you’ve got to stop staring at me like that… At least not tonight.” She jokes rolling over. Making you smile.

With her back to you, you place an arm around her waist holding her firm. You could feel her body stiffen and you try to remove your arm but she stops you. “No wait. This is good.” She whispers. “This is good.” And she holds your arm tight to her. Rubbing circles across it with her fingers. Her whole body relaxes against yours and you smile against her neck.

“You know I’m not that same girl anymore.” She sighs a little out of no where. But you get it, she’s trying to give you an out. A chance to run. You hum in response. “I’m different I think. I’m not as strong as I used to be.” She continues and you know she’s not talking about muscle, or brawn. She used to be a leader. Someone people looked up to. And now… most people didn’t even know her real name.

“That might be true. But that’s okay.” You say pressing a soft kiss to the base of her neck. “You’ve been through a lot. I think you’re holding on to a girl who didn’t know what life was yet. And you’re grown up. It’s normal to not be the same. Or feel the same.” You continue and she turns to face you. Caressing your cheek softly.

“I think maybe I can be okay. With you.” She muses. Placing a light kiss to your lips. Making you smile.

“Good cause I’m not going anywhere.”

You don’t know if tomorrow she would go back to drinking. Or if she would get her ass kicked in the pit. But tonight she was safe. And she was with you. And as she fell asleep to your heart beating against her, you couldn’t help but hope it could stay this way. Cause for you. This was enough.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

i really really need pitfighter vi being mean to reader during sex🙏

Too real she needs to blow off some steam and reader has a thing for getting degraded. They match each other's freak soooo well.

Content: 877 words, strap-on sex (r! receiving), multiple + forced orgasms, overstimulation, choking, degradation kink, dacryphilia, use of degrading names, spanking, hair pulling

Vi is deep inside your guts, her cock slamming into you over and over again without even a second of mercy.

She has pulled three orgasms out of you already, and she has no intentions of stopping yet.

Your face is buried in the sheets, the only pillow being used underneath your stomach so you can feel the way Vi is pounding into you so hard you swear her silicone shaft is gonna be imprinted into your pussy.

You try begging for mercy. Vi slams harder into you and delivers a harsh blow to your ass cheek.

"You want me to stop now? Is that what you want?"

You're too cock-drunk to answer, only gurgling out a broken little whine.

"Listen here, baby," she gathers your hair into a ponytail and yanks it back, forcing you to look back at her, "you deserve to get fucked hard for what you pulled earlier."

You whine, knowing it was true. She thrusts into you even harder after being reminded of how you looked all smug with some random creep offering to pay for your drink. She releases her grip on your hair only to dig her black nails into your hips.

"You wanna go flirt with other people to get my attention, huh baby?" She pulls out, making you think she is finally through with you, before she slams her thick cock right back into your tender pussy. Then, one of her hands leaves your hip and strikes another harsh smack to your ass, her handprint branded into the fat. making you cry out and grasp the sheets. "Well, mission accomplished."

You know you look a mess, tears running down your face and your mascara staining up the sheets. Your hair is all tangled from Vi grabbing onto it so much so she can force your head up or to just treat you like a bitch. You let out breathy little cries every single time her harness meets your ass, only to feel the raw heat of overstimulation when she grinds up against your g-spot.

You can feel your fourth orgasm of the night bubble up within your pussy. You think one this may actually give you a heart attack, but it feels so fucking addictive.

You don't even know what's wrong with you; you always do this to Vi. Go slut around to the guys at the Zaun bars so she will get jealous and wreck your pussy. It's not like it is cheating, you two are only fucking and she likes the game just as much as you do, but she sure fucks you like she hates you. Even if you don't know it yet, she owns you completely. Even if you're not her girlfriend yet, your pussy? It belongs only to her. Nobody else gets you.

She eases the shaft out of your dripping pussy and flips you over onto your back before you can even protest. She pulls you by your legs further back so the pillow underneath you is perfectly situated for her advantage, and then you realize why she flipped you over when she hand grasps at your throat.

Her other hand guides the cock back into your pussy, earning a broken moan from you that sounds almost wounded, but the greed in your eyes tells her you're not tapped out yet. Her fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing tightly as she pumps her cock deep inside you once more. Her hand reaches between your bodies, harshly rubbing at your clit and flicking at it with her calloused fingers.

You start to cry when your orgasm finally crashes over you. It is somehow even more intense than the others. Maybe it's the view of Vi's pretty face, her pigmented black makeup trailing down her cheeks or the hunger in her eyes. It is most likely the hand around your neck knocking the air out of your lungs.

Wave after wave after wave. Vi isn't lenient, even as you sob. It feels so euphoric to get fucked so roughly, and she at least knows you well enough to see the look of raw pleasure making your eyes roll back into your head. She knows just how to treat your needy pussy, how to make it satisfied until your walls are tender and your clit is swollen and abused in the best way possible. You cum so hard it truly hurts. It hurts so good.

She talks you through it all, coaxes your juices out of you in the worst way possible.

"Bet the dickhead from the bar couldn't fuck you like this?"

"Yeah, baby...cum all over my dick. You like my fake one better than his real one, huh?"

"You don't fucking deserve to cum."

When you come down, she does stop. She can see that you're finally satisfied, and so she pulls out. She doesn't even pull the strap-on off of her hips, only falls limps back onto the bed.

After a few minutes, she hears you speak up. "Vi..?"

"Yeah?" Jeez, you sound as wrecked as I do, Vi is what you're thinking.

"Can you do it one last time? Please..?"

Vi snorts and sits up. "Your stamina is so fucked," but she is already back between your legs once more.

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- caitlyn/violet

three's a crowd… isn’t it?

[arcane] [main page]

🔞⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️🔞: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Prompt: vi and Caitlyn loveee to tease you they’ve done it since you guys became friends. But now it’s really starting to bother you.

Contains: oral, multiple orgasms, strap, vibrators… etc…

“Wouldn’t she be so cute sandwiched between us?” Caitlyn teases, leaning into her girlfriend who was smirking at your flustered expression. You were currently at the mall with them, standing in the back of a Victoria’s Secret. Your eyes were wide at her words. 

They constantly joked about you being their third and recently it was really starting to get to you. “Cait, we’re in public.” You whine, trying to shut them up. Violet slings an arm over your shoulder. “You know we’re only messin’ sweetheart.” She coos and you shoves her off of you. “That’s the point.” You argue. 

You grumble, moving away from the couple that find amusement in your social anxiety. The two were your best friends, you three have done practically everything together. It was a joke with all of you guys to flirt. Then it turned into them teasing and messing with you. You can barely snap back at them. Always stunned by their words. 

It’s also because you are genuinely starting to want what they’re talking about. It was bothering you and you didn’t know how to tell them. This hangout is only proving your infatuation. 

Leaving Victoria’s Secret with a set that the couple convinced you to get so you could match with them. All three of you are carrying a little paper bag. “Oh, Spencers! Let’s go in there.” Violet points to the store that’s across the building on the little map. You stare at the screen before growing tense at the thought of going into the back of that store. You press your lips together, brewing a lie in your mind. 

You didn’t even want to know the things they were going to tease you with in there. “ Um, I-I’m starting to not feel good, guys.” You hold your stomach, they glance over to you. Your face was flushed. They look at one another, worried. “Alright, let’s walk you to your car.” Caitlyn motions towards the exit doors and you put your hands up. “It’s okay! I can go by myself. I don’t want to ruin your time here.” You frown, taking a step back on your own. Violet’s forehead creases with confusement. 

“[Name], you don’t feel good, why would we let you walk by yourself?” She questions you, taking the bag that was on your wrist. Holding it herself now. “Plus, this isn’t ruining our time. We can always walk back, love.” Cait adds. You genuinely just wanted to get away from them before you blurted out a nonsense sentence about your idiotic feelings for them. You also knew arguing with them was futile. 

You let out a jagged breath and let them take you to your car. You keep a hand placed on your stomach, having to keep up the lie until they weren’t around anymore. Violet snaked a hand on the small of your back, as Caitlyn held your free hand on the other side. Your muscles were tense, you didn’t really have to lie about the fact that you feel like you’re going to throw up. 

Vi sneakily pulls your keys out of your pocket without you noticing, unlocking your car and opening the driver’s side for you. You gawk at her, squinting your eyes. “Hey!” You snatch your keys from her pointer finger as she snickers at your reaction. Caitlyn shaking her head. “Drive safe, please text us when you get home.” She plants a kiss on your cheek. You quietly nod your head. Violet throws your bag in your car before giving you a small hug. 

“Yeah, please.” She adds. “Okay, will do. I’m probably going to knock out right when I get there anyways.” You inform them, plopping down on the seat, legs still stick out of the vehicle. “Good, I love you. Again be safe!” Caitlyn wiggles her fingers. “I love you too, you as well, Vi.” You say before she can complain. Violet grins, pulling into her girlfriend's side. Watching you shut the car door, and drive off. 

“We should get her some tums and food after a little more shopping.” The pink-haired girl looks up to her lover who has pursed out lips. “Definitely. Let’s go get that toy she was eyeing last time we were here too.” Cait winks, causing Vi to let out a loud laugh. “She’d have an aneurism.” 

You set your keys down on your kitchen counter, alongside the lingerie set as you head to your bedroom. You felt like a dumbass for how embarrassed you get at their words that truly didn’t have any meaning behind them other than the fact that they’re jokes. Just jokes. 

You flop down on your mattress, staring at your ceiling with a bored expression. Repeating all of their words in your head. Imagining them actually happening. Being sandwiched between your best friends. Taking turns kissing one another. Vi’s hands moving lower than just your back. Cait’s kisses she places on your cheek, traveling to your jaw. 

Your thighs squeeze together at the thought. You shoot up. You can’t think about them so… disturbingly. Seeming like a perv. Which if we’re being honest you kind of were one. You needed to distract yourself. Stop thinking about them. You go to your phone, also remembering to text them that you got home safely before swiping away from their group chat and going to the little red app with the white flame right in the middle of it. 

There’s this girl you’ve been chatting with, only sex in mind. That’s all it is. She offered it and you hesitated, not knowing if you should even after all the dirty talk the two of you have done but at this moment it’s all you could think about. You needed it. 

The exact moment the thirsty little idea is sent to this stranger online a bubble with three floating dots shows up immediately. Your heart races but the wetness in between your thighs is thinking for you. Your brain is fogged over with concupiscence. And she would be here in twenty minutes. 

You place your phone down, rushing to your room to change. You dig through your underwear drawer, not knowing what to wear. Your head goes up as an imaginary light bulb goes off. The lingerie. You scurry into your kitchen, plucking the little bag off of the counter. 

You lived alone so you threw your clothes off right there in the dining area. Quickly changing into the pink and blue lace set that was covered in tiny little bows. You adjust it, bending down to grab your clothes and throwing them in your bathroom. As you do so you check yourself out in the mirror. Vi and Caitlyn honestly possess superior taste in clothing. 

With a small smile you grab your satin bathrobe, throwing it over the beautiful set. Your nerves were at its peak as you waited for this girl to show up. Only talking for three weeks, using her for whenever you were horny. 

A knock at the door catches you off guard as you thought she still had five more minutes until she got to your home. You open the door without thinking, your jaw slacks open to the sight of your two best friends holding a bag of chinese food and something else unknown in another bag. You held your robe shut. “Looks like you were expecting someone?” Caitlyn tilts her head to the side as Violet pushes in. “Uh,” you glance over her head to see a sleek black charger speeding out of your driveway. The same black car that the girl you’ve been speaking to has in her photos. 

Your face drops, letting the blue-haired girl come in. 

“If you had a hook-up you could’ve told us, sweetheart. Not lie about being sick.” Violet laughs, inviting herself on your couch, turning on the tv. You shut the front door, leaning your head on it in embarrassment. “Gonna eat with us?” Caitlyn asks, looking over to your hunched figure.

“What are you guys doing?” You question in a quiet tone, almost irritated. God knows what they said to the girl. “Hm? We’re eating the food we had bought for our friend we were told was sick. A friend that said she didn’t feel good enough to stay at the mall with us.” Vi opens the white styrofoam box, showing your favorite. 

You stared at them, blinking slowly. “Why’d you lie, darling? We would’ve understood. You have needs. I mean we could’ve arranged something to meet those needs.” Caitlyn leans back on the cushion, crossing her leg over the other. “That.” You point to her. 

“That is why I left. Why I lied- actually I didn’t even really lie! I didn’t leave to hook up with her!” You exclaimed angrily, pacing back and forth. “I left because of those stupid… irritating comments you two make that I can never tell if they’re real or just making fun of me!” You breathe out, your face heating up as you explode. 

“Do you guys know how belittling they are? Especially because they actually turn me on? I’m left to wonder if my best friends actually want to fuck me and it makes me feel like I’m insane!” You speak with your hands flailing in the air, now standing in front of your coffee table, pointing between the two of them. Not even seeing your robe fly open. Exposing yourself to them. 

Their eyes wander down your figure, back to your face that was seething with anger. “Didn’t know we left you hot like that, sweetheart.” Violet says with a smirk ghosting her lips as she leans forward, listening to your rant. Caitlyn hummed in agreement, biting her bottom lip. “Oh please, I’m sure you two do it on purpose. To fuck with me.” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “And if we did? What does that say about us?” Caitlyn asks. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” You cross your arms, ignoring her questions. “What do you think?” You throw your head back, groaning in frustration. “Just answer me!” You cry out. 

“Darling we want more than just to fuck you.” Caitlyn chuckles, standing up and walking towards you. You gape up to her. You weren’t expecting such a… output answer. Her hands grab onto the top of your robe, feeling the fabric between her fingers. Violet watches the scene before her. Rubbing her lips together. “Wha-”

“Shh,” She places a finger on your lips. “You had your turn to speak, now it’s ours.” She tells you, looking over to her girlfriend who takes that as her cue to stand up. Coming up behind you. Her hands massaging your shoulders. “[Name], those comments. Were hints. Hints that clearly weren’t getting through your thick skull.” Vi taps your head and you whimper out. “We’ve thought about it for a while. How we both long for you.” Caitlyn forces you to look back to her, grabbing your jaw. “So, you could say yes. We do want to fuck you. But we want more than that.” She whispers into your ear, her grip never loosening against your skin. 

“What do you say, love? Do you want that too?” She asks, her lips tickling over your neck. Your thighs pushing together, as your core begged- no screamed for some sort of friction. “Ah- yes.” You squeak, feeling Violet’s hands on your hips, squeezing then roaming to other places. 

“Yes what, sweetheart?” Violet chaffs, her pupils dilated as she admired both women up against each other. “I want it too.” You pout, glancing back to her with the hand still squishing your cheeks. “Kiss her, Vi.” Caitlyn orders in a simple manner. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” She murmurs before roughly locking her lips with your own. 

Straining your neck as you kiss the girl behind you, leaning your head back to do so. Caitlyn takes her sweater off as the two of you are occupied with one another. Undressing herself to her underwear. 

Violet peeks over to her girlfriend and smirks into your mouth, unlocking only to turn you around to face her now. “Wearing our matching set to fuck someone else?” Vi cocks her head to the side and you look down, biting your lip. “Yeah… sorry.” You huff, mentally cursing at yourself for that one. “Eh, you’re ours now so who cares.” Violet’s hand goes to the nap of your neck, pushing you into another kiss. 

You feel another pair of hands grasp onto your hips, pulling your behind into Caitlyn’s groin. You gasp into Vi, melting in the other girl's touch. “Want us to fuck you in front of the window, pretty one? Or take it to the bedroom… get more comfortable?” Caitlyn musters out, feeling you against her. Wanting- needing more of you. 

Vi withdraws so that you can answer the important question. “Bedroom.” You exhale, clinging onto Violet to catch your breath. “I have a little surprise for you when we get there~” Caitlyn sings, letting you go. Your eyebrows knit together, giving her a curious look. “You’ll see.” She waves. 

You lead the way to your bedroom, Caitlyn grabbing the plastic bag you saw from before when they first got her. Violet follows right behind you. Grabbing at you numerous times. “You’re the only one dressed.” You point it out to her. “Wanna undress me then?” She plants a chaste kiss on your lips, pushing you down on your bed as she does so.

You giggle, nodding your head and getting on your knees. Caitlyn walks into the bedroom to you taking Violet’s shirt clean off. 

“Oh, I could get used to coming home to this…” She says, thinking aloud. The two of you turn to her with smiles adorning your lips. “Are you guys serious? Like wanting me to be a part of your relationship?” You nervously ask, flickering between the two of them. “Sweetheart, how much more obvious can we make it?” Violet sighs out, peeling your robe off of your shoulders. 

“Seriously, want us to make a sign to ask you?” Caitlyn climbs into the bed beside you. “You could just… ask me. Like normal people would.” You say in a ‘duh’ like tone. 

“I think our way is a little more fun, darling.” Caitlyn nips at your shoulder getting behind you like she was while in the living room. “Helping” you take Vi’s clothes off. Really she was only making it more difficult. Her digits dancing down your front. Violet’s words of encouragement boring into your ears. “Almost there, just gotta get that belt off, princess.” She pets your face. 

“Doing so good, you almost got it.” Praising you for finally getting the belt unclasped. Caitlyn grinding against your ass as her fingers played with your lacey panties. Her mouth attacks your skin. “I- hah, Vi.” You puff out, leaning back against Cait as you try to pull the belt out of the pant loops. “M right here, sweetheart.” She reminds you. 

“I- can’t get t’.” You jut out your bottom lip. “Yes you can, try a little harder.” She bucks her hips forward watching you tug and tug. Caitlyn peers at you struggling with one eye open. 

Deciding to make it even more strenuous for you, sneaking through your panties. Her finger tip dipping in between your soaked folds. You jerk forward from the sudden contact. “Caitlyn…” You whine, your hand going to grab at her wrist but Vi smacks it away. “You haven’t gotten me undressed, hun.” She prompts. You look up at her with pleading eyes as her girlfriend is currently exploring your delicate part. 

She doubles down, giving you a stern guise. Your face contorts, your head going down as you bite down a moan. Roughly tugging the belt from her pants, eventually getting it. Violet cheers for you, Caitlyn even mumbling a small congratulations without stopping her own movements on you. 

You eagerly pull the girl's pants down, showcasing her boyshorts that were tight and left little to no imagination. “I want in on the fun now.” She pouts, nudging Caitlyn’s head away from you. She glares instantaneously up at the pink-haired woman. “Bite me.” Caitlyn spits out, her fingers coming out from your underwear, grabbing at your neck. 

Your fluids trailing over your flesh. “C’mon, cupcake, move it.” Violet fusses like a child. 

“Ugh, so impatient.” Caitlyn throws her head back in annoyance, moving back so you can get further into the bed to allow Vi to join. 

“So mean, for no reason.” Violet complains. “What a big baby.” Cait rolls her eyes, folding her arms. You chuckle at the both of them, sitting back against your pillows. “You love me.” Violet pulls her into a passionate kiss. You gawk at the two of them as they make out right in front of you. 

Your own hand traveling down to your underwear, touching yourself through the layer of lace before moving the fabric over. Legs spread as you play with your bud, juices splashing that earn attention from the girls. You don’t even stop, letting out little pants as your finger circles the nerve. 

“Touching yourself so shamelessly to us?” Caitlyn crawls over to you, sitting herself between your legs. Violet stays put but observes nonetheless. 

“Mhm, turn me on like no other.” You give her a lopsided grin, your chest heaving from the pleasure you give yourself. “I’m jealous of your own fingers.” She admits, her eyes not leaving the beautiful view gifted upon her. “Replace them, then.” You boldly tell her, Catilyn was quick to respond to that. Without warning she attaches to your drenched pussy. 

Her tongue swirls around your folds, operating toward your clit. You grip onto your sheets, your eyes meeting with Vi who’s bewildered at the two of you. 

“C’mere…” eliciting a moan from your mouth, reaching forward to the girl. She slowly listens, going over to you. You go to lift your torso to kiss her but Caitlyn shoves you back down onto the pillows. Speaking something into your cunt, the vibrations sending shock waves through you. 

“Sh-shit!” You mewl, your stomach tightening and you grab onto Vi’s arm. “K-kiss me please!” You beg, not even able to open your eyes as Caitlyn’s lips latch onto your folds, having a field day with your pretty cunt. Violet doesn’t even let a second pass as she gives you what you want. Your noises are now muffled by her. 

Caitlyn now recedes, spitting onto your hole that begins to clench down on nothing. She snickers, her thumb swiping down your slit before teasing that tensed ring of muscle that just sucked her in. “Mm, so nasty~” She mutters, her lips glistening from your liquid. Only to be drowned back in it once she reattaches herself. Using her middle and ring fingers to leisurely plunge themselves inside of your gummy walls. 

You inhale sharply, your thighs threatening to compress against the blue-haired woman who works on your cunt skillfully. Violet nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it. Your eyes open, looking at her close-eyed face that’s right up against your own. Breathing raggedly through her nose as she focuses on your mouth. Her eyebrows furrowing then unforrowing repetitively. 

“Tastes ‘s sweet.” Caitlyn maunders in joy, biting at your nub, her fingers thrusting in and out of you. You have to push Vi away for a moment, feeling yourself approaching combustion. “I- hah- hah, Vvv…” You can’t even get your words out, so dumbified by the girl’s actions against you. “I think she’s about to cum, cupcake.” Violet chuckles, she caresses Caitlyn’s hair, moving it out of her face, out of the way so she can get the job done even quicker. 

Your nails dig into Vi’s forearm, definitely leaving little crescent indents. “F-fuck!” You cry out, rolling your pelvis up and down against Caitlyn’s unrelenting muzzle. 

Her fingers curl and meet that mushy spot, letting your movements take control to get you to your high. “Taking it so perfectly, princess.” Violet rubs your knee, still allowing you to grip onto her for support. 

The spurts and splashes from your pussy getting louder and louder. Your toes crimping. “C-cummingh~!” You grit your teeth, your chest pushing forwards as your cunt creams all over Caitlyn’s fingers that continuously fuck in and out of you. Her lips sucking on your little bud sending you over the edge. A loud squeal exiting out of you. You lay backwards onto the pillows, whimpering, legs shaking as Caitlyn doesn’t retreat away from you. Only taking her fingers out and lifting them upwards towards Vi. “Try her, she’s too good~” She smiles, kitten licking your sensitive clit. 

Violet sits flat on her ass, taking her girlfriends fingers, putting them on her tongue. 

“Too much, Cait! Too much!” You attempt to push her away but she’s like a boulder, sticking in place as she cleans up the mess you made. That she caused. Ignoring your small pleads. Violet slurps the juices off of Caitlyn’s digits. You watch with a pained expression. Eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. 

“You’re so greedy.” Violet tells Caitlyn who hums in agreement. “You would be too.” She retorts, finally giving your poor pussy a break. You sigh in relief, chest moving up and down rapidly. “Let’s see, is she really as good as you say? The juices on your fingers weren’t enough for me to truly know.” She replaces Caitlyn from being in between your thighs and you start to whine, trying to close your legs to stop what was coming. “Ah, ah, ah… bad girl.” Violet tuts, forcing them back open. Caitlyn scrunches her nose, smiling down at you. 

Violet kisses the flush of your thighs, trailing down to your slick core. You were a mess, grabbing at her hair, attempting to pull her away from you. 

You hear the crinkling of a plastic back and you lift your head to look over the girl currently licking at you. Getting a taste. Caitlyn’s pulling multiple things out of a black bag from spencers and your eyes widened, now alarmed at what they could have gotten. 

Your gaze was hazy from Violet still latched onto you, trying to focus on what Caitlyn was taking out of boxes. Tears welding in your eyes, the pleasure was too much. “Gonna get these cleaned.” At least that’s what you think you hear as Caitlyn leaves the bedroom. The sloppy noises of Violet loudly eating you out like she was a starved woman. 

She practically is as the Chinese food was still uneaten out in the living room. 

“Vi, pl-please! Ive m-me a second!” You yawp, squirming underneath her with ragged breaths. “You’re addictive, sweetheart. I can’t.” She replies, curtly returning to ambushing your tender, now rather fragile drenched pussy. The smell of your arousal filled the room. 

Violet was different from Caitlyn, sloppier, more movement. Slightly aggressive as her head moved against you. Keeping your spread with her fingers. Caitlyn was gentle in the sense of not thrashing around like a crazed-woman. Speaking of who, she walks back into the room with a black harness and right on her crotch is a thick dark blue swirled with hints of pink dildo. Your face dropped in… fear? 

She grins, a tongue peaking through her teeth. She’s rubbing lube over it as she takes small steps to the bed. You then notice another object in her other hand. A beginners bullet vibrator that was decored in purple with white moons and stars littered all over it. It was something you joked about getting months ago while at the mall on your birthday. 

Caitlyn presses the button on the bottom, the sound hitting Violet’s ears. She smirks, pulling away from your cunt. Cait hands her the toy. “Mm, wait! Wait!” You sit up quickly. “Wait!” You stick a hand out, covering yourself. 

The two sit patiently, waiting like you said to. “Wh-what about you two? Don’t you two want to cum?” You try to switch the attention away from you, knowing you were done for unless you stopped it. They glance over at each other. 

“Today isn’t really about us, love.” Caitlyn shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, just relax and take it like a good sweetheart.” Violet pulls you into a kiss, you moan against her. 

“Unless it’s too much for you…” Cait butts in, ending the kiss. You contemplate for a moment. Your pussy throbbing answers for you. “It’s not too much…” You murmur. “Really because you were just cryin-” 

You smack a hand over Violet’s mouth. “I’m fine. It’s not too much.” You swear, causing the two to laugh at your mechanisms. “If it does, just say the words… Lemon-Lime.” Caitlyn tells you, stroking her faux cock. You nod your head then you feel wetness spread across the palm of your hand, you retreat away from Violet’s mouth in disgust. “Ew, Vi.” You give her a look. “Ew? My tongue was just in your mouth and pussy.” She retaliates, you give her a ‘so’ expression in response. 

“You two are children.” Caitlyn breathes out her nose, standing back up from the bed. “Violet sit behind [Name].” She demands, clipping her bra off. “What?” Violet asks, confused. “Just do it.” Caitlyn snaps. 

“Okay, okay… bossy~” Violet stands up on the mattress and you scoot forward allowing room for the pink-haired girl. She plops down and her legs go on either side of your body. As you observe the other girl in front of you, gawking at her chest. And as you aren’t paying attention, Vi unclasps your own bra. It falls off your arms and you purse your lips. Looking back to her. “You could’ve asked.” You tell her. “Where’s the fun in that?” She queries. 

“Knock it off.” Caitlyn stops yet another argument from the both of you. Your backs are straightening at her words. “Yes, ma’am.” You salute, Violet following suit. She rolls her eyes, finally climbing back onto the bed and in her rightful spot between your legs like beforehand. “These will only get in the way.” She grunts, peeling your underwear off with the help of you lifting your butt up for her. 

“You soaked the bed.” She comments with a smug smile. “Do we turn you on that badly?” She skims over your thighs, petting back and forth. “Mhm.” You nod your head meekly. 

Violet’s empty hand goes to your breasts, taking turns fondling each one. Caitlyn hovers over you, playing with the dark-colored dildo, making sure the lube was perfectly lathered on it. Your eyes nervily watched her do so. Violet subconsciously put the vibrator against your stomach as she held onto the object along with you. 

Caitlyn then clicks something on the bottom of the dildo and you see it begin to start vibrating as well. Your eyes widen. “Nervous, pretty one?” She asks, holding onto your knee and you shake your head. “N-no.” Your voice defies you. Her hand grips the rubber dick, aligning against your achy hole. 

Violet forces her attentiveness towards the scene, mouth open in excitement. The quivering of the object hits you first, the vibrations sloshing against your juices. Caitlyn’s fake cock sheathing inside you all at once. Earning a ripe yelp from you. “Mhm, tell me how it feels, darling.” She tells you, squishing the cheeks of your face as she thrusts slowly in and out of you. “Good, sho good, Cait!” You snivel, leaning back against Violet who holds you. 

“Gonna fuck you so good you can’t think of anything other than this fake cock I’m giving you.” She declares confidently, forcing your legs to spread wider, entering inside you deeper. “Fuuu-ck!” Your head rests over Violet’s shoulder and between her neck. “N-no, look at me.” Caitlyn forces your face back to her way. You groan, drooling over her hand that mushes your lips out. “Look at me fucking you.” She grits, her pelvis pounding against your own. 

Hands roamed all over you from behind, Violet palming your breasts, dropping the vibrator letting it rest on your stomach as she pinches your nipple. Making out with your neck, leaving marks scattered on you. 

Caitlyn sees the little bullet, picking it up and placing it over your delicate bud. “Ohmygod!” You scream, your walls clenching down on her cock. The vibrations fight against each other and you actually begin to cry at the feeling. 

“You see how she fucks that little hole, it’s all hers, huh?” Violet says, pointing down at the rough fuck you’re getting. You nod your head weakly, your tits bouncing at every thrust into you. “I asked a question.” She smacks your breast and you whimper. Caitlyn lets go of your face, grabbing one of your legs and putting it against your chest. 

“Y-yes, I see it! Fuck! R-right there rrriight there!” You huff, grab onto your own lifted leg so that Caitlyn can fully focus on your pussy. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!” You sob, looking back to Violet who immediately traps you into a messy kiss. Caitlyn gets harsher to make it harder for you to make out with Vi. 

“Vi, in a moment turn her around. I want her to eat you out.” Caitlyn ruts into you as she speaks. The vibration was also bringing her close to an orgasm as she knows you were getting to one as well. Vi only gives the girl a thumbs up as she was fixed upon you. 

The girl’s tempo accelerates, rubbing the bullet up, down and around on your clit. “I- ffffuuu…” You couldn’t even get the words out as you release, juices squirting, making a mess on Caitlyn’s pelvis. Soaking the fabric of the strap. “Did you just squirt, darling?” Her voice was barely audible to your ears as you rode out your high. Almost biting down on Vi a little too hard. Drawing blood to her bottom lip. You pull back letting out a mix of random babbles. Apologizing. 

Violet’s tongue swipes against the blood, feeling where you bit her. Amused by it. 

“Oh shit-” Caitlyn doubles over, her torso trembling at her own orgasm, grabbing onto your chest as she cums. Filling you deeper so that the dildo hits the right spot against her clit. Vi pouts. “When will that be me?” She says, disappointed. “Sh-shut up.” Caitlyn mutters, glaring up at the girl as she turns off both vibrators. 

Carefully she withdraws from your pussy, making a little pop noise as the tip comes out. So lewd. 

“Alright, on your stomach, little one.” Cait smacks your cunt, a small mewl leaving your mouth. “Okayyy.” You tiredly sigh, getting up to your knees with the help of pushing off of Vi. “How do you think she eats? Messy? Clean? Mix of both?” Violet asks Caitlyn as she takes off her underwear, laying back on the pillows. “Let me know while she does it, yeah?” Cait inquires, gifting your ass with a swift slap. 

You were now right in front of Vi’s cunt that glistened, soaked from being so neglected. Your eyes wander, taking in everything. Mesmerized. Your ass was poked up in the air, chest almost hitting the bed as your back arched beautifully. Your forearms rested underneath Vi’s thighs, touching against her ass. “So pretty down there.” She compliments, pulling the hair out of your eyes as you look up at her for a split second. 

“Ready for me again, darling?” Caitlyn asks, her hands resting on your ass. “Yes,” you wiggle your ass, she sneers. Kneading the flesh before her as the fraudulent member re-enters, inch by inch. 

You then hide your face in Violet’s muff, tongue flattened over her folds. Vigorously you begin to eat out your best friend, slurping up her cunt as Caitlyn pistons in and out of you. 

“Oh shit, cupcake, she’s g-ood with th-that mouth of hers.” Violet stretches out her toes, feeling your lengthy tongue delving and swirling inside of her. “Really? I wouldn’t expect less from such perfection.” Caitlyn grabs her hair, moving it over to her shoulder as she fucks into you at a flawless stride. 

“Ye-ah! Hah! Same!” Vi throws her head back on the large feather pillows. You take pride in her words, going in overtime to munch on her pussy. Caitlyn’s momentum, her thrusts pushing you into Vi heartily. “I’m gonna cum if she keeps this up!” Vi’s hand goes to your hair instantaneously. Keeping your head as still as possible on her cunt. Entrapping you, not even letting you up to breathe. 

The bump of your nose tickling her nub, her liquid coaxing it. With each forceful plunge into you by Caitlyn you let out a loud moan. Sending shivers down Violet’s back at the feeling. Her fingers slowly maneuvering through your hair. Giving it a tug once she feels herself getting closer to the edge. 

“Fuck her like that, f-fuck her hard.” Vi tells Caitlyn, gripping onto your hair simultaneously. “Feels good for you?” Cait teases, ramming into. Repeatedly leaving quick smacks to your ass cheeks. Creating red marks along with little welts. “Mhm, almost there.” She nods her head, having to hold onto your bed frame from behind her head so she doesn’t yank your hair too tremendously. 

Your jaw was onset to lock so your tongue proceeded to a spirited, lively speed. Flicking up and down her clit. Vi’s legs begin to shudder, indicating that she's going to cum soon. “Fucking hell, sweetheart! Got a quick tongue on you.” And she’s still able to be a jokester. You roll your eyes, your teeth pinching down on the nub before your lips go around it. Sucking while also circulating your tongue. 

“There! There!!!” Violet’s abs flexing as her release hits her like a truck. Her hips fuck into your mouth as you let her ride her face. “Got to cum too?” Caitlyn puffs with a smile, watching her girlfriend violate your face with a fucked-out expression. “Mhmmm~” Vi drops her hips down and you pant, lifting your torso up as you were still getting thrusted into. “You did so good, you eat like a pro.” Vi, sits up to pull you into a kiss. “Thank you.” You sheepishly say, having a hard time keeping your eyes open. “Gonna cum again?” 

“Almost, go hard, please.” You plead, leaning your head down on Vi’s abdomen. 

Your fingers trailing up and down her muscles. 

She admires you, purposely flexing them just for you. You deserve it for the amount of orgasms you’ve given them. About to gift another. “Harder? You sure, love?” Caitlyn double checks, her hands going to your hips to get ready. “Yesh, need it.” You nod your head, your cheek squished against Vi’s stomach. 

“Okay,” Cait then rutting into you at a harsher momentum. Pap, pap, paps of her skin hitting against your ass echoed in the room. Her hand snakes around you, her fingers dancing against your clit. Rubbing you fastly. Violet holds your hand as you mewl and moan. Your drool and saliva pooling at her stomach. 

Caitlyn sweats as she humps into you, clawing at your skin with one hand. The other still working on your plump, raw clit. “Caitlynnn~” You sing out. “Right here, darling.” She pants. 

“I f-feel iittt.” Your back starts to hunch upwards but Caitlyn pushes it back into an arch. The sound of the dummy cock fucking in out of your ooey pussy only grows louder. Your juices spilling around it. 

“Ha-hereee!” You fuck your ass back onto Caitlyn, meeting her hips. She stops doing the work, letting you fuck yourself on her. Kneading your doughy ass, patting it a few times. “Take it all, love. Take what’s yours.” She coos. 

Your body jerks from the orgasm, as it comes to a stop you lay there restlessly. “Shit.” You whine. 

Caitlyn goes to exit from your hole but you grab onto her wrist, keeping her in place. “Hold on, please.” You look up at her with half-lidded eyes. She smiles, leaning down and kissing your back. “Of course, just tell me when.” She rubs your butt soothingly. “You did really well, love.” She pecks your skin all over. 

Violet pets your hair, agreeing. “I have such two pretty, perfect girlfriends.” She mutters and now you're met with both pairs of eyes laying on you. Your face flushes. “Two?” You lift your head up. “Is that alright?” Vi cocks her head to the side, the hands on your ass stop their movements. “I- Yeah, of course.” You nod your head with a laugh. 

Your pussy clenching down on the faux dick, reminding you that it was still in there. You then make a face. “Okay, slowly- I mean SLOWLY get out of me.” You say to Caitlyn, who listens. 

Once it’s fully unsheathed you make a disgusted expression, feeling your cum drip out of you and down your thighs. “So pretty.” Caitlyn swipes at the liquid with two fingers, bringing it up to her mouth and licking it. Vi perks up. “Lemme try.” She sticks her hand forward and Caitlyn gets more, wiping it onto her girlfriend’s. 

“You guys are so weird.” You scrunch your nose. Closing your eyes, tired.