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g1rld1ary · 15 days ago

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Hello ml, i have binged all of your lifeguard!james series and wondered if the could be in a country bar with cowboy hats and low jeans or dressed as cowboys for Halloween ( not purposely matching ) I can see reader being all hot and bothered about james in overalls no shirt and a cowboy hat. Dont feel like you have to but i love these sm

- Hannah xx

lifeguard!james potter x fem!reader (COWBOY EDITION)

wc: 1949

cw: hornyyyy, alcohol

me: i am FERAL for this ask like absolutely UNHINGED girl i loved it sososo much and i really hope you do too!!!! watched footloose as research and if anyone wants more cowboy/footloose content PLS just shoot me an ask or request because the obsession is back in full force. thank u so much for reading!!! <3

ALSO!! this is my 1 yr anniversary fic!!!!!! felt right to be my boy lifeguard!james because im crazy for him <3 thank u sososo much to everyone who's ever read and interacted with my fics i love u all soso much and am grateful for u all every day <333

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“shh, hurry up!” lily giggled as you snuck out her window, snorting as you landed heavily in the bush underneath. you flipped her off as you wiped the arse of your low-rise jeans, hopping over to marlene’s old car and sliding through the open window.

“are we picking up the boys?” you asked, taking the beer bottle offered by mary from the back seat.

“you mean are we picking up james?” marlene said with a sing-song trill and you turned out to the window to hide your smile.

“that’s not what i asked, was it?”

it was only a half-hour drive to the next town over, where your real favourite pastime lived. lounging by the public pool was fun and all, but nothing compared to maverick’s. maverick’s was a classic country bar, and the last saturday of every month was all-ages line-dancing all night. you went without fail.

you loved the atmosphere of the bar, the music, the crowds, the fashion. everyone dressed to the nines in cowboy attire, hats and boots dominating your eye line, though your group was no different.

you’d perfectly tailored your outfit to fit in with the crowd of dancers. skin-tight low-rise denim sandwiched between red cowboy boots and a red flannel just a size too small, tied up tight under the curve of your breasts.

“fuck!” you moaned, running your hands down your face as the girls all turned to look, “i forgot my hat!” the girls all burst out laughing, relieved there wasn’t an actual emergency.

“just come dance already,” lily grabbed you by the hand, leading you out to the big wood dance floor. you followed with no hesitation.

everything felt better when you were dancing. there were no worries, nothing to think about, no sadness or boredom to wallow in. when you were dancing, there was just music. just joy.

the song ended as if on cue, right when the gimmicky saloon doors swung open to four figures. you, however, were only staring at one.

james potter had never looked sexier. you said that every time you saw him, but this time it was really the truth. cowboy boots with washed denim overalls being the only thing covering his broad expanse of chest. on top of his dark messy curls rested a leather cowboy hat.

you could have sworn your legs should have been strong from dancing but your knees grew weak at the sight, mouth practically watering as you drank in the man before you. you laughed but were secretly grateful when mary jokingly supported your weight.

the boys sauntered over to you, all clearly feeling themselves in their cowboy getups — even remus looked confident in his double denim.

“hello there,” marlene crowed, laughing as they all did little spins to show off their outfits.

another song started and all your conversation was forgotten in favour of dancing, not wanting to waste the night you’d waited all month for. as each of your friends found their own space to move, james slotted in by your side.

“so you do this every month?” he asked, nervously looking around to see what other people were doing.

“every month,” you affirmed, already feeling yourself getting lost in the music.

“what am i supposed to do?” you could hear the rising panic in james’ voice as the choreography began to pick up, “i’ve never learnt these steps, how does everyone know them?” you couldn’t help but laugh at handsome, cool, lifeguard james potter freaking out because he didn’t know some dance steps. you laid a hand on his bicep to calm him down (and because it looked irresistible in the low light of the bar).

“the trick is not to worry — if you look closely, sirius hasn’t done a single right step this whole time, he’s just confident about it.”

james took your advice and you could see him starting to loosen up, which brought a pretty smile to his lips. he still looked to you for a guide of what direction to be travelling in, but you liked watching him have fun with it and laugh through all his stumbling.

he managed to make it through three whole dances before tapping out, and you skipped behind him over to the bar, still moving your hips to the music.

“what’s the problem?” you asked with a twirl to the song, watching as james cracked open his beer, “all those weights you lift not helping you with your moves?”

“it’s overwhelming,” james shrugged, catching you again unprepared for his unwavering vulnerability, “i’ve never been anywhere like this before, i feel out of my depth. how’d you guys find out about it?” you really, genuinely did feel bad that james was being honest with you and you were staring at his exposed chest, but it wasn’t your fault that he’d gotten sweaty from dancing and now it was shiny! you felt no better than a crow.

“believe it or not, a guy actually took me here on a first date once. it went terribly, like fucking awful, but i just fell in love with this place and the feeling. been dragging everyone else here ever since.”

“how does a guy screw up a chance with you? i mean, he takes you out dancing and still can’t show you a good time?” james shook his head like he was exasperated that some man he’d never meet hadn’t had a good date with you.

“he wouldn’t loosen up,” you hooked a finger around the strap of his overalls, pulling yourself closer to james’ seat on the barstool. “barely danced ‘coz he didn’t wanna look like a dork, and he wouldn’t tell me anything real about himself. i spent the whole night staring at other couples and wishing he was like them. unlike…” you stopped yourself by biting your lip shyly, eyes straying past james to the multicoloured alcohol bottles stacked against the wall of the bar.

“unlike?” he asked, then sensing your sudden nervousness, changed the subject, “your outfit’s missing something.” you cocked your head to the side curiously.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he repeated, lifting his cowboy hat from his head, placing it on yours instead. you took the initiative to run your fingers through his messy curls, arranging them to cure his hat hair.

“d’you even know what that means, baywatch?” you asked, one eyebrow raised.

“nah, but i’m sure i’ll like it.”

james’ sharp tongue went un-reprimanded when your favourite song came blasting through the speakers: Fake ID. you gasped in delight, taking off towards the dance floor in a hurry, james stumbling along behind.

james sat out the first verse to get acquainted with the music, eyes trained on you. you, for once, were mostly unaware of james’ gaze, enraptured by the music and the energy around you. you lost yourself in the dance, body moving with muscle memory so you could enjoy the experience fully. james’ eyes couldn’t leave your figure, roving over the creamy expanses of exposed skin, observing appreciatively as you swung your hips in his direction with a quick wink.

remembering what you’d said about your failed date james took the dive and risked his dignity, hopping the barrier between him and the dance floor. in seconds he was next to you again, clumsily (but enthusiastically) following the choreography you were executing more gracefully.

“let loose!” you yelled as the choreography faded out, everyone around you turning and twisting to the music.

you left james to his own devices to twirl with mary, holding james’ hat on your head to ensure you didn’t lose it. you flung your arms into the air with glee, grinding against nothing when fingers interlaced with yours, spinning you quickly into someone’s hold. james. you released the alarmed breath you’d taken, raising an impressed eyebrow as james smoothly brought your hands up to rest around his neck, his own finding their way down to your hips.

you barely spoke, enjoying the music and the tension that thickened whenever the two of you were alone together. james’ eyes moved almost erratically, trying to take in every inch of you he could, and you weren’t much better. there was a thin sheen of sweat coating the miles of exposed, tanned skin james was showing off, catching the light and drawing your eyes toward it.

james let go of you long enough to get low to the floor, hands and mouth grazing your skin as he worked his way back up your body. you arched your back to swing away from him long enough to hide your blush at the sensations, straightening back up to push yourself even closer to your dance partner.

you’d practically fused into one being, all sweat and flying hair and moving limbs, both your hips moving in time with each other and the music in a way that wasn’t feeling strictly friendly. the eye contact between you was unwavering and you had to force yourself to keep it, refusing to back down from what james had started.

you were so close, millimetres apart. james’ plush, pink lips were practically already on yours, yet he hadn’t closed the gap. why? his heavy breath fanning your face as you danced and all you could think about was what it would be like to kiss james potter.

the song ended just as you’d made your mind up to close the gap and you pulled away with a start, lips only barely grazing his. the room applauded as the houselights came back on, a sign that the night of dancing was over. you cheered with them, still making eye contact with james.

the rest of your group broke up your moment, hooting and hollering and dragging you back to the respective cars. james twirled you one more time on the dance floor, landing with his hand slid into the back pocket of your jeans. you gasped with both surprise and delight at the unexpectedly smooth manoeuvre, letting him lead you back into the cool summer night air.

not quite ready to go home yet the group spread across the two cars, sitting on the bonnets and the grass in between. you stood still connected to james, who was leant against the driver side door. idle chatter passed about as you all praised the night, rehashing what you’d just lived through and how you already missed it.

“so, little lady,” james exaggerated a terrible southern accent, “you gonna tell me what all that fuss is about my hat?” the group had finally started moving, the click of car doors pervading the otherwise now quiet night.

“you’re outta your depth, baywatch,” you produced a cocky grin, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.” james’ surprise gave you leave to skip back to marlene’s car and slide through the passenger window.

she’d just put the engine into drive when james called after your car, “is that a promise?”

your laugh carried back to him through the wind as marlene pulled out onto the road back home.

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tiyawnyana · 2 months ago

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God… how can you write so excellent!!! I’m fascinated by your talent. Your blog gives me lifeeeeee.

Can I make a request? For the past week I’ve been infatuated with the idea of: Caitlyn seeing that someone is trying to hit on Vi, sending her flowers, letters or giving her compliments. And she’s soo jealous! How would they resolve that on the bed?? (Or couch, or office, or…. Anywhere really!! Omgg)

Love youuu, please never stop writing! Sending you a hug from Colombia 🫂

Thank you for this request!! I had sososo much fun writing this ♡♡♡ sending hugs and smooches for this amazing request

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A/N: requests are still open, gradually getting through them! Also- Gert didn't die in this! I will not let that baddie die!

Characters: Caitlyn Kiramman x Violet (Vi)

Warnings: relationship, jealousy, dubious consent, slightly aggressive smut, fingering, slight oral (fem receiving), surprise at the end

Men and Children DNI

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Pink Flowers

It started with the clean up of Piltover and Zaun.

Vi had volunteered her time and efforts despite her broken arm.

Caitlyn remembers it clearly- she had only stepped away for a moment to speak with some of the various enforcers, giving instructions and directing help around to families needing it in the lower streets of Zaun.

She had turned to Vi, her lone eye wandering aimlessly for shaggy pink hair when it catches her- a fellow Zaunite conversing with Vi with a flush to her cheeks.

Caitlyn remembered this girl.. Gina? Geri? She had volunteered to fight for the battle as a Zaunite initially, strutting in with blue dyed dreads and spikes along the shoulders of her jacket. She had been stabbed in battle, but due to Vi's efforts, survived.

Caitlyn stands there for a moment, the feeling of slight frustration bubbling up when the girl cups Vi's bicep almost too friendly- then she's advancing, walking back over to her girlfriend and cupping her elbow fondly.

The girl, named Gert, had merely smiled- a strained one on her lips as she eyes Caitlyns face before nodding a bye to Vi, leaving to continue helping along the streets.

"Hey, Cupcake," Vi had said so soft, a tired look in her gaze before a frown etches onto her lips,"You alright?"

Caitlyn had nodded, smiling down at her just as soft before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Then came the food.

Vi had always had a soft spot for that butcher, the one she had gone to right after Caitlyn got her out of Stillwater.

Gert had found Vi down by the docks in Zaun, working on some deal with the fishermen to start working with Piltover in order to secure some allyship.

The girl had insisted, bringing Vi to the butchers stall. Vi had lit up, glad to see the giant fish-man was not giving up business, even moving up to the bridges to sell to Zaun and Piltover.

Caitlyn had already been up there, conversing with Counselor Shoola and Counselor Sevika (despite the awkwardness in that interaction) about various trades and businesses that could very well prosper with Zaun becoming it's own nation alongside Piltover.

She had seen a glimpse of pink with her good eye, looking for the source and finding Vi conversing with Gert, mouth full of that fish she oh so loved as they sat at the stall.

Caitlyn had clenched her jaw when she spotted Gert place her hand over Vi's, seemingly insisting on paying for her meal.

She had to give Vi some form of credit; she had definitely pulled her hand back kindly, despite the awkwardness.

That didn't stop Gert, though.

The girl didn't seem to know or even wrap her head around the fact that Vi was a taken woman. Very happily, so.

But Vi didn't seem to understand either that she was actually being flirted with.

She only saw it as friendly, and granted, being without her friends growing up due to imprisonment or their unfortunate deaths will undoubtedly put a stunt to what one deems proper friendship.

Vi thought she'd made a friend.

Caitlyn had to sympathize with that.

Until there was various gifts left at the Kiramman residence over the period of a few weeks.

Vi would most often find them first, showing the random things; food from that butcher again, a new shirt crafted by a childhood vendor Vi had mentioned one time, something found down at the burnt remains down at The Last Drop.

There was even a pair of boxing gloves left at the door once Vi's cast and sling was taken off, finally cleared that her arm was better.

Caitlyn chalked it all up as purely friendship in order to not seem jealous or aggressive over who Vi talked to.

But then there was Gert.

Knocking at the door.

Her father had answered the door, confusion in his face. He was only now accepting the fact that Vi was a permanence in his home, in his daughters life- now another Zaunite is at the door?

Caitlyn had been walking past, paperwork in hand when the sight of blue hair standing outside had her doing a double take.

"Gert?" She had spoken smoothly, approaching. She nodded to her father, taking over.

Gert smiles a strained smile at her once again,"Hey- uh, is Vi here?"

Caitlyn hesitates for a brief moment before sighing, leaning against the door frame.

"She should be in the garden to the left," she points in the direction,"She likes to relax out there.."

Her eye narrows slightly before Gert nods, thanking her and walking off to the side while pulling something from behind her back to be out of view from Caitlyns eye.

She frowns at that, shutting the door as she starts to wander over to the window overlooking the garden.

Gert approaches with a soft grin, speaking to Vi as she sits up from being sprawled out against the fresh grass.

Caitlyn places down her papers, narrowing her gaze as Gert pulls something from behind her back, having hidden it again before approaching Vi.

It's a worn stuffed bunny- and flowers. Obviously from a shop down the road in Piltover but Vi is shocked.

The bunny is what catches her attention more than the flowers, hands tentatively moving to grasp the toy. She thumbs over it softly, a small pout forming on her lips.

She's saying something, that Caitlyn can't make out despite her efforts in eavesdropping.

Gert steps closer and Caitlyns grip on the shelf beneath the window tightens, watching as she sits down next to Vi and presents the flowers.

Caitlyn ends up leaving the window but instead brings out three cups of tea, sugar and milk on the side.

Vi hears her, turning with a soft endearing smile.

"Hey, Cupcake," she muses, watching as she brings the tray to the small garden table.

"Hello," she smiles back, grabbing her tea,"Two sugars and milk," she grins at her girlfriend.

"You're too good to me," Vi says with a grin, taking the cup with a soft 'thank you'.

Caitlyn looks over to Gert, attempting to be friendly,"I didn't know what you like in your tea, so I brought options," she presents the tray.

Gert manages a surprised but genuine smile, taking the cup and taking an experimental sip before masking a slight grimace,"Sugar, if possible."

Caitlyn nods, dropping two cubes of sugar into her cup then moving to sit on the garden chair before her eye catches on the bunny, propped up in Vi's lap,"What's that?"

Vi finishes her sip of her drink, placing down the cup to lift the toy,"It's my childhood stuffed animal- I told Gert about it a few weeks back since The Last Drop had burned down and we were cleaning up the remains," she grins down at the stuffed animal.

Gert is grinning at her, a new fondness in her gaze,"It looked like the fire didn't reach the basement- I ended up cleaning out some debris down there and found it in this old room on one of the bunks."

Caitlyn gazes at Vi who doesn't pull her gaze from the toy.

She almost looks small, sitting criss cross in her garden while thumbing at poorly done stitching on the plush bunny.

"That's.. incredibly kind of you, Gert," Caitlyn murmurs with a genuine softness in her voice.

The girl regards her with a soft nod, acknowledging her words but not responding.

Caitlyn spots the flowers again, off to the side as Vi had put her full attention to the toy, and her jaw clenches.

"And the flowers?" She questions, raising her brow.

Vi looks confused, looking over before directing her gaze to Gert with confusion.

"Oh! Um-" Gert smiles sheepishly, lifting them. They're pink, various tones but mostly matching the pink of Vi's hair,"Just- uh.. saw them in passing, reminded me of your hair-"

She presents them with a low blush on her cheeks.

Vi tentatively takes them, curious but otherwise thankful.

"You've got a vase for them, right, Cupcake?" She looks up at Caitlyn.

Gert masks a small frown- but it doesn't escape Caitlyns lone eye.

"Yes," she nods, a strained smile on her lips as she offers to take the flowers,"We should have a spare in the laundry room, could you grab it? I'll trim the stems."

Vi nods, standing before placing the plush into Caitlyns lap and cupping the side of her neck softly before walking off back into the house.

Gert remains seated for a moment before silently standing, moving to leave.

Caitlyn overlooks the flowers, a sinister twist of jealously brewing in her belly,"These are incredibly thoughtful of you, Gert," she speaks smoothly, lone eye roving over to her,"They'll look lovely by our engagement pictures."

Gerts eyes widen but she only manages another strained smile and a nod before leaving with a wave.

Caitlyn feels bad. She never liked to outright lie to someone- but to be fair, she was planning to propose anyways. In time.

Pleased, she wanders back inside, carefully setting the plush bunny on the counter in the kitchen as she carefully unravels the wrapping on the flowers, trimming the stems.

A vase is placed on the counter beside her and toned arms wrap around her waist.

Vi sighs, kissing over her shirt covered shoulders,"You guys have a fuck ton of vases," she snickers against her back as her hands trace various designs over her skin.

"My mother always liked commissioning fancy ones," Caitlyn muses fondly, sinking into her warmth.

"Really? Actually- no, that makes sense," she kisses her shoulder blade.

Caitlyn snickers softly, shaking her head in fondness.

It all comes to a head when the Counsel decide to hold a festival on the bridges once the streets of Zaun have been cleaned.

As a celebration, flea markets are set up, Zaunites and Pilties roaming about and setting up shop in hopes to secure more friendships and allyships.

Caitlyn is proud, thoroughly happy at the efforts instilled in the festival. Music echoes along the bridges, free samples of Zaun cuisines and Piltie dishes handed out.

Children run about, intermingling with no care of where each of them was born.

Caitlyn finds herself hoping her mother, somewhere, saw the progress in these festivities.

She wanders around, Vi at her side as they meet new faces and introducing the other to familiar faces.

Caitlyn even tries Vi's favorite food- the meat from that butcher all that time ago. She's surprised to say it's delicious, and Vi grins almost cockily.

The night goes on, sun sinking beneath the horizon and lanterns are lit.

Caitlyn and Vi end up leaning against one of the rails to prepare to watch the fireworks show.

"Hey- I'll be right back, gonna grab a drink," Vi murmurs and she cups Caitlyns lower back with a kiss to her shoulder,"Want one?"

Caitlyn smiles softly, nodding as she reaches out to cup her hip before releasing her, watching as she weaves through the crowds.

She looks back over the rails toward the sky, overlooking some of the twinkling stars before someone calls her name.

Ximena Talis waves to her, a tired but soft fondness in her gaze.

They converse for a little, Ximena pulling her into a lingering hug as they talk of fond memories.

Caitlyn finds herself distracted momentarily after a while, looking around the crowds for Vi.

Vi got caught up talking to Sevika.

Having decided to bury the hatchet, she thanks the older woman for protecting her sister as long as she did.

She ends up walking off only to be side tracked by Gert.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a bit," Vi nods with a genuine smile.

Gert smiles back,"Yeah, sorry- been busy down at this new bar I just got hired at. I'm a waitress," she grins sheepishly.

"That's great! Seems a little normalcy is finally returning to the Lanes," Vi grins back.

"Yeah, thank Janna," Gert sags in relief before laughing softly,"They even let me play my music on the weekends-"

"Oh, shit," Vi knocks her elbow against hers,"That's awesome! I remember you saying you play some instruments- I'm happy for you!"

Gert blushes warmly, nodding in response before eyeing the extra cup she holds.

"For Caitlyn?" She hums.

"Huh- Oh, yeah," she grins with a soft blush.

"Already bossing her fiancee around, huh?" Gert teases with a masked smile.

Vi does a double take at that, obvious confusion on her face,"Fiancee?"

Gert scrunches her brows,"Yeah- aren't you engaged? Caitlyn said-"

Vi chuckles softly, a warmer blush to her cheeks,"Fuck if I know, probably-"

Gert stops in her movement, peering over at her in surprise. Vi stops too, looking over at her. She raises a brow in question.

The other woman hesitates, opening her mouth to say something but unable to speak it properly.

"You okay?" Vi asks earnestly.

Gert steps closer, hand carefully reaching out to cup Vi's forearm and pulling her closer-

Caitlyn spots pink approaching, excusing herself from the conversation with Ximena as she weaves through the crowd.

She doesn't anticipate to see Gert pulling Vi closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Vi tugs back, eyes wide.

She spills the drinks in her shock, having barely avoided Gert pressing a kiss to her mouth.

Caitlyn is suddenly there, throwing a scathing look at Gert before gripping Vi's elbow and dragging her off through the crowd.

"Hey- slow down, Cupcake," Vi speaks softly, nearly stumbling as she catches up with Caitlyns long strides.

Caitlyn turns back to narrow her gaze as Vi sheepishly looks back at her.

She turns around, continuing the treck back to the Kiramman residence.

The streets of Piltover are nearly empty, the occasional elder remaining in their homes in defiance of the festival.

"I didn't- I didn't know she'd try to kiss me," Vi stumbles over her words.

Caitlyn doesn't respond, instead tugging her past the gates, up the steps and quickly shutting the door behind them.

They're alone. Her father was at the festival and intended to help clean up- he'd be gone well into the night.

Caitlyn turns around, her palm cupping that back of her neck as she attempts to calm her anger.

"I'm sorry, Cupcake- I had no idea," Vi murmurs, taking a step closer.

"I know you didn't, Violet," she responds, eye moving back up to look at her but her gaze catches on those stupid pink flowers.

Only slightly wilting, even after a few weeks. Curse Caitlyn to be a perfectionist.

She grits her teeth, suddenly surging forward and gripping Vi by the back of her neck and tugging her into a kiss.

It's hot, tongue invading her mouth and teeth biting at her lower lip.

Vi moans in surprise, eyes wide for a moment before sinking in to the kiss. Her hands grip Caitlyns hips, tugging her closer.

But Caitlyn doesn't let her control this.

She pulls back, pushing Violet backwards towards the dresser that holds those stupid flowers until her back knocks into it.

The vase wobbles, then settles.

"Easy, Cupcake," Violet tries to reason, but is sooner dragged into another kiss as Caitlyn unbuttons her shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Mm-" Violet hums against against her, hands moving to grab her hips but they're slapped away.

Violet disconnects in surprise,"Hey- whats-"

Caitlyn doesn't give her time to gather her words, instead unbuckling her belt and throwing it to the side.

"She's been flirting with you for weeks," Caitlyn mutters angrily, taking off her own shirt.

Vi watches, always mesmerized by the sight of her girlfriends body.

"I- I didn't know-"

"I know you didn't," Caitlyn seethes,"But she knew-"

Her hand is gripping at Vi's hip, leaning down to press wet, biting kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"She knows," Vi sighs softly, eyes fluttering over the onslaught of kisses and marks,"We're together-"

"She doesn't care, Violet," Caitlyn mutters against her throat.

"Surely that's not-"

"She tried to kiss you!"

She bites hard enough to leave a sting over Vi's shoulder, but not to leave a mark.

Violet chokes on a moan, weight slumping back against the dresser.

The vase wobbles again.

Vi huffs, gripping at the front of the dresser as Caitlyn sucks marks over her chest.

She blinks up at the fancy ceiling, heaving for breath before peering down at her.

"Did you tell her we were engaged?"

Caitlyn freezes for a moment, eyes wide before she grunts, tugging off her undershirt finally and sealing her lips over one of Vi's breasts.

She holds her against the dresser, sucking over her hardening nipples.

Vi's back bends backwards and she can faintly feel the petals brushing against her tattoo. She moans breathlessly, one hand releasing from the dresser to grip at Caitlyns shoulder.

"Cupcake-" she pleas,"C'mon, talk to me-"

She moans loudly when Caitlyn sneaks her free hand down into the front of Vi's pants and underwear, long fingers expertly spreading her folds and grinding against her clit.

"Oh- fuck, Cait-" Vi cries out, cheeks now rosy as her face scrunches up in a pleasure filled grimace.

Caitlyn sucks over her other nipple, teeth scraping against the hardened flesh.

She huffs against her, fingers curling and grinding in circular motions. She then steals a glance at Vi, taking delight in the red flush in her cheeks.

She hastily grips Vi's pants at the waist, tugging them down with her free hand, managing to get it over Vi's round ass before grunting as she tugs her other hand free and yanks down her pants completely.

"Shit-" Vi pants, gazing down at Caitlyn as she tugs them down nearly aggressively.

She's surprised to realize she finds this aggression extremely hot coming from Caitlyn.

Her shoes are yanked off, tossed elsewhere and pants soon to follow.

Caitlyn is quick to stand, pushing Vi roughly against the dresser with a biting kiss once more.

Vi whines and pants into her, yelping as she clings to her shoulders once Caitlyn lifts one of her thighs.

Ultimately, Caitlyn just lifts Vi onto the dresser. They both jump when there's a clash of glass breaking.

Those pink flowers lay on the floor, scattered around with water and the glass of the vase.

"Fuck- Cait," Vi pants, bringing her gaze back to her girlfriend.

Caitlyn initially feels guilty. They were a gift- did she do this on purpose? She doesn't even know. She's leaning towards yes judging by the sick twist of satisfaction in her belly.

She ignores it, instead turning her attention back to Vi as she spreads her thighs to admire the moisture at her core.

With a satisfied huff, she presses forward, slotting her lips to Vi's as she quickly darts her fingers back down, spreading her open and thumbing at her clit.

Vi huffs, pants, moans against her lips, cling to the dresser, her shoulders- anything for stability. She kisses back sloppily now, whining as Caitlyn bites her lower lip.

She's never seen her like this. She can't get enough of it.

Caitlyns thumb rubs in a circular motion, free hand gripping over her hip to keep her still. Soon enough she relents, despite Vi's groan is disapproval, and prods at her hole with two fingers before pressing in, in, all the way to her knuckles and twisting her hand to press her palm right against her clit.

"Oh- oh fuck-" Vi moans, disconnecting from her as she slumps against the wall. The dresser shakes beneath her but she doesn't care- can't take her eyes off of her girlfriend.

Caitlyn fucks her fingers into Vi faster gradually, quirking them up and searching until-

"Shit! Cait- Cupcake-" Vi barks out a surprised moan, eyes lidded as she watches her.

Caitlyn can't stop the shiver rolling down her spine. Why does she always look at her like that? Like she- hung up the stars in the sky?

She chases Vi's lips, never having enough of her taste on her tongue, pressing her tongue against the seam of her lips until she's granted entry.

She speeds up her fingers, pressing a third one in and relishing in the whiney moan she swallows.

Caitlyn finally pulls back, grinding her palm into Vi's clit with a satisfied smirk,"Cum for me, Violet," she murmurs softly, but her tone is nothing but commanding.

Vi shivers. That flush across her cheeks has traveled down to her chest and Caitlyn wishes she could lick it up.

"I'm- fuck, almost-" Vi moans, a pleasured grimace on her features.

Caitlyn decides she needs a taste.

She ducks down, moving her palm as she quickly licks over Vi's twitching clit.

"Ghk- oh- fuckfuckfuck," Vi clings to her shoulders, head turning up toward the ceiling as she cries out.

Caitlyn sucks over her clit, quirking the pads of her fingers up and grinding into that spot that makes Vi's walls spasm.

The resounding moan is surely enough to echo upstairs as Vi cries out, finding her release on Caitlyns fingers and tongue.

The sound of harsh panting and soft whines is the only thing heard in the entryway of the Kiramman residence.

Vi remains slumped against the wall, sweat cooling around her temples. Her hair sticks to her neck, eyes fluttering as she comes back from her high.

She winces, hands pushing at Caitlyns shoulders as she prolonges the pleasure, sucking over her sensitive clit and fingers still burrowed into her heat.

"Cait- too much," she pants softly.

Finally, she pulls back, slowly standing up to admire her work.

There's a slight sheen of sweat across Vi's body, her chest heaving with that blush slowly fading.

Vi still manages to give her a cocky smirk, to which she rolls her eye.

Later that evening, after Caitlyn finally simmered out from her anger and jealousy- she insisted on bathing Vi. Gently carding her soapy fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses to her moist temple before murmuring apologies as she towel dries Vi's hair and body.

They're curled up in bed, Vi wrapped around Caitlyn with a satisfied hum. It's silent for a bit, and they both think the other has fallen asleep.

The faint sound of fireworks down at the bridges slowly simmers out.

"Sorry we missed the fireworks," Caitlyn murmurs, brushing her fingers through Vi's hair.

"Don't apologize, Cupcake," she grins as she presses a kiss to her neck,"Always plenty more times."

Caitlyn nods before grimacing,"I'm sorry- I know you told me not to apologize before but-" she slowly sits up, guilt gnawing at her,"I don't- I don't know what came over me-"

Vi suddenly stands up, crossing the room and ruffling about in the dresser saved for her things. It's not full- not even close, but the sentiment remains. She finds what she was looking for and comes back to crawl into bed beside her.

She fiddles with it, not knowing what to say until she just presents what is a small box, deep blue with small pink accents swirling about in intricate designs.

"I- uh.." she clears her throat,"Had these commissioned a little while ago- I was waiting for a better time but, figured I'd catch up and make it official-"

Her cheeks are warm, gaze averting as she opens the box to reveal two rings.

Upon first inspection, they're silver and not extravagant. As Cait lifts the box, second inspection shows intricate designs on the inside of the bands.

She squints her eye, spotting faint words, 'dirt beneath your nails' and her gaze flicks back up to Vi's.

She's speechless for a moment but ultimately takes the rings out, slipping one over her ring finger and gently grasping Vi's hand to slip the other over her finger.

They share a soft breathless laugh.

"About time," Caitlyn murmurs teasingly.

"Hey- I'm just catching up since we were engaged before this-" she sticks her tongue out before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

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A/N: thank you again for this request!! Loved this sososo much! Also no hate to Gert! Can't blame her for wanting Vi!

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