#vi scenarios

[sevikasthrouple]

⌇ PUSSY DRUNKノ—DRABBLE

strap, pussy drunk!vi !

Vi tops you but she moans louder than you when her strap digs into your drooling cunt. She looks at you with her lust-filled, blue eyes— puppy eyes, really. She begs silently for more of your cunt even though she can't feel the strap, it's not a real dick. But she swears she can.

"You're tight," Vi grunts and shoves her strap deeper until it buries inside all the way.

"Oh, fuck," you curse and guide her movements. You need to guide her movements, she's too pussy drunk to make sense of anything that's happening right now. "Vi, ‘think you should lay down."

"No, I'm fucking you." Vi said through gritted teeth and snapped her hips forward, making you moan. You giggled right after.

"Hardly."

Vi glares at you, frowning, she knows you're right.

[ladycharlottexoxo]

masterbating. stranger sex with vi in a bathroom stall. vibrator. degradation. daddy kink.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you love playing with yourself and exploring new ways to push yourself sexually, but you never thought wearing a vibrator in public would become this much of a hazard. your thighs rub together as you tried to steady yourself, climbing onto the bus like every other passenger. so far so good.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the intensity of the vibrator is set on random so you're squirming a little when your clit got stimulated a bit too much under your skirt. your toes curling and uncurling in your shoe to try to distract yourself from the intense pleasure in your panties.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the bus hardbraked and you lost balance, going crashing into the muscular woman opposite you. vi's eyes widen when she feels the vibration through your skirt and onto her thigh. “no way,” she whispers to herself when you pull back immediately, not knowing that vi now knew the story in your panties.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “you sure, you don't wanna relieve yourself?” vi muttered in your ear a bit later, voice low so it was only you who could hear. you flush red and look at her with wide eyes.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ that's how you found yourself against a public bathroom wall, which was surprisingly clean, getting your pussy fingered by this stranger. you moan, “o-oh, why are your fingers so long?” you complained, pussy clenching deliciously around the intruding digits causing the hot stranger to laugh. “you gon' keep callin' me daddy or you gonna catch my name, impolite slut?” she curled her fingers.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “im s-s-sorry!” you cried out, taking a second to catch your breath before asking for her name in the smallest little coo possible, vi chuckled, shaking her head. this was how you both started dating.

[littlelovelunette]

comHow do you think our women would react to the reader in the fertile period after menstruation climbing the walls? (I'm like this

Headcanons (Ft. Violet, Sevika, Ambessa Medarda)

Ovulating!Reader

Violet

Teases you about it from time to time but her period aligns with yours so it's likely you both are ovulating together

Since you're both ovulating together... Fucking like rabbits it is

Everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. This girl has no control.

Shower sex is her favourite during this time because "There's just so much lubrication!"

8/10 times you both fuck because you hear her masterbating and whimpering your name.

Vi takes a leave from work because she woke up to you humping her thigh needily and moaning her name in small mewls and whispers

"Baby, please," she begs during shopping with you in the mall so you have to pull her in the bathroom and give her a quickie

Since she's sensitive she cums easily (she's a damn squirter, she'll wet everything. Your hands, pillow, thigh, stomach, sheets)

Oh the amount of times you both change the sheets...

Sevika

Devours you whole when you're ovulating, eats you out like there's no tomorrow until you're passed out with her face stuck up your vagina

Her favourite time of the month is when you ovulate because you finally match her 24/7 sex drive for once

Fucks you even when you're trying to cook, "Look at this drooling pussy, of course, you want it," ; "Seems like your bottom hole is hungry too, let's feed it my cock then."

Ovulating doesn't impact Sevika. So she enjoys watching your vulnerable state during this time of the month

All you need to do is strip, bend and present your pretty holes to her

Forces you to go around in public without underwear and a short dress/skirt just to see how uncomfortable you get

Fucks you in public restrooms while you are in that condition simply to watch you struggle to hide the wet mess on your inner thighs

Intentionally teases you so you whine and beg to her desperately to get fucked hard and raw

"Hearing' yourself, slut? You beg harder than some of those whores at the brothel," Sevika taunts.

Ambessa

Fucks your ass and tapes your pussy so it doesn't distract her

You blabber, drool, beg, cry— Ambessa doesn't care you begged her to fuck you and now she is and you have the audacity to complain?

Takes 'fucking all night' too seriously

You're unconscious by the time she's done with you

Threatens to fist fuck your wet cunt (you're a crying mess before she starts thrusting with just three fingers inside)

If she has a long campaign to get to, she can and will tie you up with a huge dildo in your pussy, and a big vibrating dildo in your asshole to keep you company

When she's back, she'll take the best care of you and spoil you to bits

Touch yourself without Ambessa's permission and she will punish you in ways you never thought was possible

Discipline is a must to her, she doesn't care if you're ovulating, you have to play by her rules

Gives in to whenever you ask her to fuck you

Ambessa could be strategizing for an upcoming war but her left hand's fingers will be plunging in your wet hole as she planned out war strategies on paper

[trappolia]

caitvi with a girlfriend who loves shopping a little too much.

even disregarding vi's upbringing, her personality and priorities don't exactly call for her to fawn over the latest fashion trends. dolls and trinkets and other collectible items are something she can't grasp either. she has her emotional support bunny, what else could she want?

caitlyn may be of a more prestigious upbringing than either of you, but her status as a piltovian scion has also granted her the privilege of realising that not all fineries are exactly comfortable, or even necessary. she has more clothes in her closet that she knows what to do with, some of the styles are which are just a bit too… much for her. she has her own style and preferences, and she very much prefers to stick to them.

you, on the other hand, are completely different from your two lovers. raised in that space between the "best" of the undercity and the "worst" of topside, you were that little girl all bright-eyed and dreaming of wearing princess gowns, satiated only by your parent's promises of "we'll get you those pretty dresses when we have some extra money, my love."

you never did, really— get that extra money, you mean. it was never your family's fault, of course. even when you lived so close to the bridge, you were still considered to be citizens of the undercity, and life was hard. you learned to put your craving for designer clothes on the backburner, learned your way around a needle and a thread to fashion your own image of your wardrobe— and, later when you meet vi, to patch up the tears on her clothes.

vi is a darling girlfriend, who rebuffs your attempts to dress her up with gifts of fabric bought with the coin from her own pockets. she wants to give you more, she truly does, but prices for proper rolls of fabric are steep and hard to come by down in the undercity. it's not until caitlyn comes along, with the extra money to fund an entire wardrobe for you and then some, that your dreams as a child are finally come true, with not just one, but two generous girlfriends to boot.

caitlyn may not know the ins and outs of the fashion district of piltover, but her family has a private tailor that caitlyn commissions much more often when you and vi finally move into the kiramman estate. the two women are often content enough to sit back and watch as you fawn over the designs offered to you, occasionally giving input to the designer; cait sometimes recommends certain fabrics that she thinks will move about your frame much more smoothly, and vi learns to give in her five cents whenever she has something she'd like to see you in.

they even indulge you when you huff and puff about "window shopping being a part of the experience!" the fashion district becomes a common part of your dates together, and the three of you make quite a sight: the leader of house kiramman looking fond as she points out her mother's favourite shop to you, while vi balances an absurd amount of shopping bags in one hand, the other wrapped firmly around your waist.

it's never actually acknowledged, but watching you show off your pretty little outfits becomes the staple of caitlyn and vi's day. whether you've returned from an impromptu shopping trip and want to show them your latest purchases or they've just woken up and you want them to give their five cents on your outfit choices for the day, it brings them so much joy to watch you twirl around like a little princess— just like your dream come true.

[shouyuus]

idk how i thought of ts but going on a road trip with vi and [who ever is driving and in the passengers seat], sliding her hand down reader's pants and reader trying not to squirm, then finally after that lil teasing session, all of you decide to stop for a bathroom break and then boom vi finally finishes what she started in that small bathroom stall (😥)

open road

violet; +18, mdni; fluff and smut, unsafe driving practices, carmech!vi au

it’s a trip she makes often enough for her to know the way with one eye on the road, a hand on the steering wheel, the other stretched over the center console, fingers teasing up the plush of your thigh, a crooked grin tucked like a secret or a watermelon seed in the corner of her cheek as she glances over at you squirming in the passenger seat.

“bit hot? need the ac on higher, pretty girl?” she asks, making as if to reach for the temperature knob, only to have you whine and clamp your thighs around her wrist.

vi lets out a low hum, glancing into the rear view mirror — traffic’s been smooth, and she’s been cruising at a sweet, solid 70. there's nothing much to do except sit back, relax, and well --

you whine, fingers scrabbling at handle of the door, your head tipping back as vi drags two fingers along our slick cunt, groaning to herself at the wetness she finds there.

"holy shit..." she murmurs, almost to herself, the words wrought over a small chuckle. she'd say she were impressed, except that she knows you, and she knows your body, and she knows what you and your body like -- more than she knows herself.

"vi... don't tease..."

"awww..." vi coos, indulging in you, hooking a finger between your folds to flick at your clit. her grin only stretches as your whole body jumps, your mouth falling open. she thinks about pulling over onto the highway shoulder, just to pull you into her lap and kiss you till you're desperate and needy above her (more so than you already are, i mean). she thinks about the thrill of knowing that anyone who drives by might glance over to get an eyeful of your writhing body, your nipples pushing against your pale blue cami, your skirt flipped up, her fingers tucked into your lacy panties.

"want me to fuck you properly, doll?" vi asks, slowly down slightly for a red toyota to merge in front of her. she glances at you again and winks when she meets your reproachful gaze, your eyes sugar-glazed and lust-ridden.

heat burnishes your cheeks a ruddy red and vi can't help feeling just a little smitten -- what a pretty picture.

"mm -- please..." and you sound so good begging for her (and she's never been one of god's strongest soldiers) that she laughs, flicking on her turn signal to merge out, leaning forward slightly to ease a finger into your needy cunt, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she feels you clench down around her, vice-tight and hot.

"sweet fuck."

she takes the nearest exit and pulls into a rest stop, pulling sideways into a parking space before tugging her hand from you with her eyebrows raised.

you lick your lips, your chest heaving as you watch her. it's a look caught somewhere between predator and prey, and vi shivers, wondering which she'd be, which she'd prefer you to be.

"so? how'dyou wanna do this, princess? in here? or..." she flicks her eyes towards the rest stop bathrooms. you crinkle your nose, and she can almost see the gears turning in your head as you weigh the options. she knows you're not a fan of the cleanliness of the rest stop bathroom, but it affords you both some privacy -- something that vi's vintage pontiac is decidedly lacking.

"i --" you stutter, tugging on the hem of your skirt.

vi cocks her head, heat hissing in her belly, coiled like a snake. she reaches down to yank on the lever under her seat and the seatback jerks forward as she ducks out the seat and hoists herself into the backseat.

"c'mere sweet girl --" she says, patting her lap, and it takes you less than three seconds to scramble over the center console as well to join her in the spacious back seat, your knees on either side of her hips, her fingers sinking into your hair to pull you close.

she kisses you with her mouth open, licking languid into your mouth, swallowing around your tiny little moans, her free hand skating down the length of your back to palm at the round of your ass, grabbing a handful and shifting you higher, just so she can grind you down over her the way she likes.

"mm -- fuck --" she groans, feeling your fingers tugging at the waistband of her jeans. it takes a bit of shuffling to get her jeans loose but the moment you do, vi's hissing out a breath as you sink down into the footwell, blinking up at her with those eyes of your as you pillow your cheek on her partially exposed thigh.

"wanna taste you vi -- can i?"

she nearly curses under her breath, feeling a familiar ache settling in her own cunt as she licks her lips, eyes going hooded as she watches the way you glance down at her boxers and then up at again.

"yeah, princess? wanna -- fuck -- wanna eat me out on the side of the road?"

you crinkle your nose, but the pitched moan that tumbles out of you stitches heat up the front of vi's chest till her eyes are rolling back.

"y-yeah -- been thinking about it for hours," you admit, your voice ripening over the last word, summer-plum sweet.

"yeah?" vi grins, cocking her head as another idea slowly takes shape and she licks her lips. "how about you come up here and... we see who can get the other off first?"

your eyes go wide; outside, the bluebird sky is bright and endless.

"and... whoever wins...?" you let your sentence trail off, blinking star-bitten lashes at her. vi chuckles, reaching down to catch your chin in her fingers, giving your face a tiny little shake before she answers --

"gets to be passenger princess for the rest of the drive."

a smile splits your face as you shift up to wiggle your panties off your legs.

"deal."

[priscydollie]

Hello! Can I request something angsty with Vi x f-reader? Maybe we were best friends when we were younger but then Vi assumed that we died when that building collapsed, then got arrested, then grieved our "death" from prison. We were badly injured (maybe we lost a limb or something like Sevika) and thought that Vi left us behind and spent the next few years bitter and angry about it. Maybe Vi sees us randomly in the street and tries to talk to us after she gets out of prison, but we initially don't want to hear what she has to say? But later we make up with Vi, so happy ending? Thank you!

Vi x Fem!Reader

A/N : thank you so much for your request! i hope i wrote it as you've wanted it! ˎˊ˗

Drinking. Mention of a building collapsing. Mention of reader's death. Reader is a little blind and bitchy. Loser!Vi if you squint. ˎˊ˗

♒︎ “I still can't believe she left me to be after all that we've been through together,” you thought aloud, stirring a drink that rested on the counter.

The bitter feelings left to curl in your heart made your stomach feel uneasy whenever you thought about it. You weren't dead when she left you to be. She didn't even look back, or try to see if you'd survived the disaster. As if she didn't care.

Vi.

The ruthless, pink haired idiot who happened to be that childhood friend that abandoned you. You were still sour about it. She didn't even reach back, not once, and now it had been years.

The catastrophic blow to your head left your vision slightly impaired, reactions a little slower than the norm— but you were still there. Fighting through it all like a warrior. Courage that you hoped Vi would've had to turn around and at least utter an “Are you okay?” You didn't even require an apology anymore, just acknowledgement that she remembered you existed.

♒︎ News travelled fast in the Undercity so you were aware she'd gotten herself in trouble and arrested. But then again, trouble had always been like Vi’s middle name. “Violet,” you mouthed the name like it had stolen something from you. Perhaps, peace. You got up, chair dragging against the wooden floorboard, and coins tinkered against the counter. “Thanks for the drink.”

When the door of the dinky, cramped bar opened, the light almost blinded your not-so-drunk yet bleary eyes. Your eyes squinted, trying to make out the darker colours of the poverty glazed area. You stumbled a little, bumping once here and then there until you finally found a proper walking pace.

Someone called your name. Someone whose voice you had almost forgotten. The right bit of sweetness, a little bit of command and a shit lot of patheticness— or so in your words, at least.

You ignored Vi, walking on.

“Are you deaf!?” Vi called on making your lips press in a thin line, crude remarks coiling on your tongue, begging to be let out.

She called out your name again, getting close. Footsteps thudding against the concrete ground, tone getting desperate almost.

Her hand closed around your wrist and she yanked you around. “Don't ignore me.”

“Don't touch me.” You snapped, pulling your hand out of her grip, glaring daggers.

Vi looked like you had slapped her across the face.

“Don't act victim,” you snarled, arms crossing over your chest, “You look like Bones.”

“Bones?” Vi's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“My dog.” You deadpanned.

♒︎ “Look, I know I fucked up.” She stepped closer, hands up in a half-hearted peace offering, eyes scanning your face as if searching for something she didn’t know how to ask for. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me. Hell, if I were you, I wouldn’t either.”

You huffed. “Good. Then don’t expect anything.”

“But I’m still gonna try,” she added quickly, brows lifting. “Even if you tell me to piss off every day for the rest of my life, I’m gonna show up. Because I should’ve then— and I didn’t. And I know that.”

Silence hung between you like smoke, thick and suffocating. Her eyes… still the same sharp pink framed by regret, lingered on you a moment too long. It made your skin prickle.

“Why now?” you asked, voice quieter than you meant it to be. “Why bother?”

Vi shifted. “Because I heard what happened. The building, your eyes... I didn’t know. I thought you were gone. And I couldn’t... I couldn’t handle the idea that I left you behind for good.”

You didn’t speak. She stepped closer, cautious, like you were made of glass.

“I know I don’t have a right,” she said, “But let me try. Just... let me take care of you, yeah?”

♒︎ It started small. A warm drink waiting for you when you stumbled into your rundown apartment after a long shift. A hand lightly hovering over yours when the crowd got too loud and your vision too hazy. Her presence at your side when you needed it, silent but solid, a steady rhythm in a life that had been erratic for far too long.

She'd adjust her pace when you walked, making sure you never felt too slow. Her hand sometimes gently brushed the small of your back in a protective way, especially when the streets turned rough. She’d grin at you like you’d hung the stars, even when you were annoyed or snappy or tired of her hovering.

“You want me to punch someone for you?” she asked one night after some random jerk shoved past you.

“No,” you said. “... Maybe.”

Vi chuckled. “I’ll only do it if you say the word, princess.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but it stuck. And so did she.

Every day, she reminded you with actions, not words. Carrying your bag. Helping you navigate busy streets. Fixing the busted bulb in your room without you asking. Bringing your favorite snacks. Talking about anything just to fill the silence, only stopping when she noticed the way your eyes softened, even just a little.

Vi stayed.

[sash4esk0]

Open Requests!!

Rules: No serious non/con, Nothing involving underage characters if it’s a nsfw ask, I only write WLW

Can be nsfw or sfw!!! I appreciate both equally as i’m trying to get better as a writer all around, head canon asks are cool too!!

Fandoms:

Arcane

Life is Strange

The Last of Us

Another idea? Just submit the ask cause I may very well do it anyways lol

[wishfulsketching]

Some not so serious doodles about the idea where Silco survived and Warwrick!Vander found him. I did these as fanservice for ME! Especially the clothes thing

(have fun trying to figure out the reading order of the third sketch dump)

[24hlevi]

Make out headcanons with jinx,vi, and caitlyn

— MAKING OUT HCS

arcane charas (jinx, vi, & caitlyn) x reader

warnings/tags: lightly suggestive

JINX

- is so giggly the whole time cause she just loves kissing you

- she bites on your lower lip quite a lot to try and get you to part your lips for her or hear you make some mind of noise

- pulls on your hair sometimes mainly to get a response out of you or when she wants it to escalate to more

- will 100% initiate them if you're sitting doing something by just sitting in your lap and starting to kiss you

- also will leave bite marks and hickeys everywhere so people can see you're hers

VI

- kisses you hard and fast, you almost don't have time to breathe cause of how harsh but soft she is at the same time

- her hands roam all over your body cause she doesn't know where to put them, just her calloused fingers grazing your skin

- loves when you pull on her hair while making out, it instantly makes her want you 10x more

- likes leaving marks on you but almost likes it more when you leave them on her, she doesn't bother trying to hide them

- more likely than not does it lead to more, she just can't get enough of you, mumbling against your lips how she needs you now

CAITLYN

- she likes more slow, sensual make outs rather than quick and rough ones, she enjoys taking her time

- will pull you onto her lap without intent of starting a make out session but eventually will slowly start kissing you leading to one

- her hands are always on your waist to pull you closer to her even if you two are as close as possible

- not a fan of leaving marks or hickeys, but may leave one or two on your collarbone where a shirt can cover it knowing she did it

- secretly enjoys a little make out before she has to go to work or do something that could potentially risk her life, but she would never admit that

[ladycharlottexoxo]

slightly suggestive. loser!vi.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ loser!vi who never wears her own lip care products. in fact, she doesn't even care that her lip peels and gets chapped from the dry weather, she just licks them from time to time and picks at the skin. but suddenly when she sees you putting on chapstick or lipscrub, she's suddenly so focused on the quality of her lips and goes onto deliver the most ridiculous speech about lip care.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you know vi just wants you to kiss her with your smooth, cotton-soft lips and she relishes in them whenever you give in.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you don't give her what she wants, vi pins you to the wall and pathetically gives you sloppy neck kisses until you finally decide to kiss her lips on your own accord. she pants after you give her your roughest, messiest kiss like a dog with her tongue slightly poking out from the corner of her swollen lips.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “c'mon, pretty, please please please... need your lips on mine,” vi begs you when you refuse to kiss her, eventually grabbing your dress and kissing your lips needily, grinding herself against the hipbone because it feels so good.

[littlelovelunette]

vi x reader with pussy piercing headcanons

Headcanons

Vi x Pussy Pierced!Reader

Vi didn't expect you to get your pussy pierced when she was out for long and was upset because she couldn't touch you, however you always cheered her up by letting her grope and play with your tits. (She loves boobies)

Vi loves eating you out even more than before because now she can tease the ornament and taste it's metallic tang whenever she sucks your pussy.

That being said quickies are harder now because Vi doesn't wanna stop eating you out. You have to pry yourself away from her if you want her to stop but even then you're faced with the saddest, cutest, most pathetic little pout.

Vi tugs at the ornament every now and then just to get a reaction out of you and it works every time.

Your freshly pierced clit is way too sensitive so even the slightest little brush against your sensitive nub makes you squirm and whine, panties instantly damp.

"Baby," Vi passed you the third ornament gift box that day. "This is an obsession, Vi," you muttered and opened it, smiling at the glittery silver ornament. Regardless of what you said, you knew Vi was having far too much fun with this.

"Baby, please... I want it," Vi begged on her knees for you to let her give you head, in all reality you knew she just wanted to feel your piercing ornament against her tongue.

Always makes sure you’re comfy if it's still new—no pressure for anything. And if you’re insecure about it? She’ll kiss you there and say "You’re so fuckin’ hot, you know that?"

Might jokingly say she wants to get her initials engraved on the jewelry, just to stake her claim.

[anticipatedexhale]

Jealousy jealousy~~

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨୧

♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi, sevika, ekko

☆ ◞ summary: when they get jealous at someone trying to make a move at you.

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader. Fluff kinda angst idk

Jayce Talis.

The night had started out normal enough. A quick stop at a Piltover lounge, a few drinks, good company—it was supposed to be relaxing. Jayce had been looking forward to it all week, especially since he finally got to spend time with you outside of work.

And then he showed up.

Some random, smooth-talking socialite, flashing a charming smile and leaning just a little too close to you at the bar. Jayce had been mid-sip of his drink when he first noticed it—the way the guy’s hand subtly brushed against yours as he laughed at something you said.

Jayce didn’t consider himself a jealous person. He really didn’t.

But he also didn’t like the way this guy was looking at you.

At first, he tried to play it cool, sipping his drink, pretending not to pay attention. You were perfectly capable of handling yourself, and it wasn’t like Jayce had any claim over you.

Except… maybe he wanted one.

His grip tightened around his glass as he watched the guy lean in again, this time saying something low and smooth. You chuckled—polite, but dismissive. Jayce knew that laugh. It was the one you used when you were humoring someone you had zero interest in.

Still, the guy wasn’t getting the message.

Alright. That was enough.

Jayce pushed off his seat and strode toward you, placing a casual—but firm—hand on your lower back as he slid beside you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice deliberately warm. “Sorry I took so long. Did I miss anything?”

You blinked up at him, immediately catching on. “Oh, not much. Just some small talk.”

The guy’s smile faltered slightly as he glanced between you and Jayce. “And you are…?”

Jayce grinned, though there was something unmistakably sharp beneath it. “Jayce Talis.” He extended his hand, his grip just a little too firm when the guy shook it. “And you?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, just a friend.”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Oh, just a friend?” His hand on your back subtly pulled you a fraction closer. “That’s funny. See, I thought you were hitting on my partner.”

You choked slightly, eyes widening as Jayce looked at the guy with a perfectly polite expression—like he hadn’t just dropped that word so casually.

The guy’s confidence wavered, and he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh, no offense, man. Didn’t realize.”

Jayce’s smile stayed in place, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerously smug. “Yeah? You do now.”

The guy mumbled some excuse and quickly retreated, disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Jayce with an amused smirk. “Partner, huh?”

Jayce coughed into his drink. “I panicked.”

You raised a brow. “Seemed pretty smooth for a panic move.”

“…Okay, maybe not panicked exactly.” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You tilted your head, enjoying watching him squirm. “Jealous?”

Jayce scoffed. “What? Me? Nooo.” Then, after a pause, he sighed, rubbing his face. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You grinned, reaching up to straighten the lapel of his coat. “You’re cute when you get possessive.”

Jayce groaned. “Great. Now you’re never gonna let me live this down, huh?”

“Nope.”

But even as you teased him, Jayce couldn’t help the satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Because you were still here—with him. And that’s all that really mattered.

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Mel Medarda.

Mel Medarda was not the type to get jealous.

She was confident, poised, and completely in control at all times. If someone wanted to flirt with you in front of her, well—let them. She knew where you would be going home at the end of the night.

That being said… she did have her limits.

The evening had been going smoothly—an elegant Piltover gala, golden lights reflecting off the crystal chandeliers, the air buzzing with soft music and hushed conversations. You had accompanied Mel as her guest, and while she was busy entertaining council members and diplomats, you had wandered to the refreshment table.

That’s when he appeared.

Some overly ambitious noble, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He was all charm and slick words, flashing you a practiced smile as he poured you a glass of wine, his hand lingering a bit too long as he passed it to you.

Mel had been watching from across the room, her expression unreadable as she sipped her champagne.

She gave him a chance. One.

And then she saw it—the way his fingers barely grazed your wrist as he leaned in, whispering something undoubtedly bold.

Mel hummed, swirling her glass lightly before making her move.

With effortless grace, she glided through the room, her golden gown shimmering under the chandeliers. By the time she reached you, her presence was undeniable—the noble stiffened slightly as she placed a hand lightly on your arm, her touch as soft as silk.

"Darling," she purred, her voice smooth as honey, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you caught the subtle edge beneath her words. You weren’t sure whether to be impressed or nervous for the poor fool beside you.

The noble, to his credit, tried to play it cool. "Ah, Councilor Medarda. I was just getting to know your lovely companion."

Mel smiled—slow, dangerous. "Were you?"

There was no sharpness in her tone, no outright hostility. And yet, the noble swallowed thickly, suddenly aware that he had overstepped.

She turned to you, her fingers trailing lightly down your wrist before intertwining with yours. "I do hope they haven't been bothering you," she mused, brushing a stray hair from your face as if the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You smirked. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Mel let out a soft, knowing hum. "Of course not." Then, without another glance at the noble, she gently tugged you away, her grip light yet undeniable.

As you walked off together, you leaned in slightly. "You know, I think you scared him."

Mel arched a brow, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "Good. He was getting on my nerves."

You chuckled. "Jealous?"

Mel merely smiled, raising your hand to her lips and pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. "Jealousy is such a petty thing."

But the way her fingers tightened slightly around yours told a different story.

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Viktor.

Viktor didn’t get jealous—or at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself.

He was logical, rational. Petty emotions like envy were for people who had time to waste. He had work to do—innovations to create, problems to solve.

And yet.

He had been going over blueprints at your shared worktable in the lab, completely immersed in his notes, when he heard it—someone else’s laughter mixed with yours.

His pen stopped mid-scratch.

Looking up, he found you standing by the doorway, engaged in a conversation with some bright-eyed researcher. They were laughing, gesturing animatedly, clearly trying to impress you. And what was worse? You were actually smiling at them.

Viktor felt a twinge in his chest, something unpleasant curling in his gut. He frowned, tapping his pen against the desk. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But then the researcher leaned in just a little too close, and Viktor’s patience snapped like a frayed wire.

He pushed himself up with his cane, making his way toward you at an unhurried pace. The clack of his cane against the floor was rhythmic, steady—an unmistakable presence approaching.

The researcher caught sight of him and faltered slightly. “Oh—Viktor! I was just talking to—”

“Yes, I noticed.” Viktor’s tone was light, almost pleasant, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. His golden eyes flickered between you and the researcher before landing on you entirely, his focus unwavering. “You’ve been gone quite a while. I was beginning to wonder if I had lost my most valuable assistant.”

You raised a brow at his pointed wording, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Didn’t realize you were keeping track of my time, Vik.”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, his gaze assessing. “I keep track of all important things.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks at the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The researcher, now clearly uncomfortable, cleared their throat. “Well, I should—um—get back to work.” And with that, they all but scurried away.

The moment they were gone, you turned to Viktor, arms crossed. “That was subtle.”

Viktor sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Ah, my deepest apologies. I had no idea my mere presence would cause such a reaction.”

You chuckled. “So, are you going to admit you were jealous, or should I just assume?”

Viktor scoffed, but there was the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Jealousy is irrational. I was simply…” He searched for the right words, tapping his cane idly against the floor. “…reminding them of their place.”

You grinned. “And my place is?”

Viktor leaned in slightly, his voice lower, softer. “Right here. With me.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

For someone who claimed not to get jealous, he certainly had a way of making it very clear.

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Caitlyn.

Caitlyn Kiramman was not the type to get openly jealous. She prided herself on her composure, her ability to remain level-headed even in high-pressure situations.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it.

You had been at a local café in Piltover, waiting for Caitlyn to finish up her rounds so the two of you could grab lunch together. While you were minding your own business, some overconfident merchant had slid into the seat across from you, flashing you a way too eager grin.

Caitlyn spotted it the moment she stepped onto the street.

At first, she hesitated, watching from a short distance. She wanted to trust you to handle it—but then the merchant leaned in, their hand brushing against yours on the table, and Caitlyn felt a prickle of irritation rise in her chest.

Alright. That was enough.

With long, purposeful strides, she approached the table, her blue eyes cool and calculating. “Excuse me,” she said smoothly, her voice polite but firm.

Both you and the merchant turned toward her. You instantly perked up. “Cait! There you are.”

The merchant, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “Ah, and who might you be?”

Caitlyn’s smile was razor-sharp as she placed a gloved hand on the back of your chair, her presence undeniable. “Captain Caitlyn Kiramman of the Piltover Enforcers,” she replied smoothly. “And the person they’ve been waiting for.”

That got the merchant to stiffen slightly. “Oh—my apologies, I didn’t realize…”

Caitlyn arched a brow. “Didn’t realize what? That they were already spoken for?” She leaned in slightly, tilting her head. “Or that you were wasting your time?”

The merchant let out an awkward chuckle, making some excuse before quickly retreating.

Once they were gone, you turned to Caitlyn with an amused smirk. “That was almost scary.”

Caitlyn huffed, finally slipping into the seat across from you. “I simply dislike people who overstep boundaries.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

Caitlyn scoffed, lifting her tea to her lips. “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Really?” You grinned. “Because that looked a lot like jealousy.”

Caitlyn gave you an unimpressed look, but the faint pink at the tips of her ears gave her away.

You chuckled, reaching across the table to brush your fingers against hers. “You could’ve just told them I was yours, you know.”

Caitlyn exhaled softly, her expression finally softening. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Your heart fluttered at the undeniable certainty in her voice.

Because, jealous or not—she knew exactly where you belonged.

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Vi.

Vi wasn’t the type to subtly get jealous. If she was annoyed, you knew it.

And right now? She was definitely annoyed.

You were both at Jericho’s bar, just grabbing drinks and unwinding after a long week. Vi had left your side for two minutes—just to talk to the bartender about another round—when she turned back and saw some cocky Zaunite leaning way too close to you.

Her eyes narrowed.

At first, she just watched, arms crossed, observing how the guy was grinning at you, clearly testing his luck. He was laying it on thick, too, his hand resting on the bar near yours, body language screaming overconfidence.

Vi cracked her knuckles.

Taking her time, she sauntered back over, sliding onto the stool beside you and draping an arm over your shoulders in one smooth motion. “Hey, babe,” she said casually, ignoring the guy entirely as she leaned in, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You blinked up at her, amused. “Vi?”

She hummed, finally turning her attention to the guy. “And who are you?”

The man, now clearly realizing who he had just been flirting with, hesitated. “Uh—just talking to your friend here.”

Vi’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. “Yeah? Looked like you were talking to my partner.” Her voice was deceptively light, but there was an unmistakable warning beneath it.

The guy held his hands up, chuckling nervously. “Didn’t know they were taken.”

Vi arched a brow. “Well, you do now.”

The guy muttered a quick apology and made himself scarce, disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was gone, you smirked, tilting your head toward Vi. “That was subtle.”

Vi scoffed, picking up her drink. “Please. If I really wanted to make a scene, he wouldn’t have walked out of here with both legs working.”

You chuckled, leaning against her. “So… jealous?”

Vi huffed, taking a sip of her drink before muttering, “Whatever.”

You grinned, nudging her side. “You so were.”

Vi sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Alright, fine. Maybe a little. But can you blame me?” She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip. “You are kinda irresistible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and Vi grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“Now,” she said, finishing her drink, “how about we really make it obvious who you belong to?”

The playful challenge in her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

Yeah. Vi might not do subtle jealousy—but you weren’t complaining.

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Jinx.

Jinx wasn’t just jealous—she was possessive.

She didn’t do subtle. If someone was getting too close to you, you bet she was gonna make a scene about it.

It started when the two of you were wandering around Zaun, just minding your business when some overly confident guy swaggered up to you, flashing a grin that instantly irritated Jinx.

She didn’t immediately do anything, though. No, she wanted to see just how far this guy would push his luck. So she crossed her arms, leaned against a nearby crate, and watched.

And, oh boy, was this guy an idiot.

“Didn’t think I’d run into someone as good-looking as you in a place like this,” he purred, clearly thinking he was smooth.

Jinx’s fingers twitched.

You, clearly aware of the tension building beside you, gave an awkward chuckle. “Uh, thanks?”

The guy actually reached out, fingers just about to brush against your arm—

—and then BANG.

A single gunshot blasted the air, a bullet embedding itself right next to the guy’s hand on the wall.

You didn’t even flinch. But the guy? He jumped, whirling around to see Jinx casually twirling Fishbones in her hands, a manic grin stretched across her face.

“Oops,” she sing-songed, rocking on her heels. “My hand slipped.”

The guy paled. “What the hell—”

Jinx tilted her head. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Go on. Keep flirting. See what happens.”

He took one look at the absolute delight in her eyes—at how she was clearly enjoying this—and bolted.

Jinx cackled as he disappeared down the alley. “Coward!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Jinx, really?”

She huffed, marching up to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “What? You’d rather I let that slimeball run his mouth?”

“I could’ve handled it,” you teased, leaning into her.

Jinx squinted at you, poking your cheek. “Yeah, yeah. But I wanted to handle it.”

You smirked. “Jealous?”

Jinx gasped dramatically. “Me? Jealous?” She clutched her chest. “Pffft, please. I just really like scaring people.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Mhm, sure.”

Jinx pouted before pulling you into a sudden, tight hug, her voice muffled against your neck. “Mine,” she mumbled.

Your heart skipped

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Sevika.

So when she saw some cocky guy chatting you up at the bar—leaning a little too close, looking a little too comfortable—she didn’t immediately react. She just leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink, watching.

Jealousy was for insecure people. For weak people. She was neither.

You weren’t encouraging it, but you were being polite, nodding along as the guy kept talking. That annoyed her.

He was still talking? Still standing there?

Sevika sighed, rolling her shoulders before finally deciding she had enough.

She pushed off the bar with her metal arm, the heavy clank of it hitting the counter making the guy flinch before she even reached you.

“Hey,” she drawled as she slid up behind you, pressing just close enough to make a statement. Her voice was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Didn’t realize we were making new friends tonight.”

The guy blinked, looking up at her—then immediately went pale when he realized who she was.

Sevika tilted her head, taking a slow drag of her cigar. “Something wrong?”

The guy took one last look at her—the sharp set of her jaw, the glow of her mechanical arm, the way she was clearly daring him to keep talking—before quickly muttering something about needing to be somewhere else and scurrying off.

Sevika exhaled a slow stream of smoke before looking down at you. “You just let anyone talk to you, huh?”

You smirked, leaning against the bar. “You jealous?”

She scoffed. “Please.”

You raised a brow. “Mhm. So you just casually felt like intimidating some random guy for no reason?”

Sevika rolled her eyes, taking another slow sip of her drink. “I don’t like interruptions.”

You chuckled, nudging her. “Right. Definitely not jealousy.”

She sighed, shaking her head before resting her metal arm against the bar beside you, effectively boxing you in. She leaned down just slightly, her voice lower now.

“You wanna test me?”

Your breath hitched.

Her lips twitched into a smirk. “Thought so.”

She didn’t say she was jealous.

But the way she made it very clear who you belonged to? Yeah. That said enough.

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Ekko.

Ekko wasn’t the type to immediately get jealous. He was pretty secure in himself and in your relationship. But that didn’t mean he was oblivious.

So when some guy at the Last Drop started flirting with you, he didn’t overreact. At first.

He had been talking to some of the Firelights, keeping an eye on you from across the room, when he noticed the guy leaning in a little too close. At first, Ekko just sighed, shaking his head. He figured you’d shut it down.

But then the guy touched your arm.

And suddenly, Ekko wasn’t feeling so chill anymore.

Taking a slow breath, he rolled his shoulders before pushing off the wall, walking toward you with the effortless confidence that only he could pull off.

The guy was still chatting you up, completely unaware as Ekko slid in behind you, looping an arm around your waist before leaning close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him. “Ekko?”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before looking at the guy in front of you. His usual laid-back demeanor was still there, but there was a new sharpness in his gaze.

“Who’s your friend?” Ekko asked, his voice smooth but unmistakably pointed.

The guy hesitated, clearly unsure how to react. “Uh, just—just talking.”

Ekko hummed, tilting his head. “Yeah? Funny, ‘cause my partner doesn’t really need company.”

The guy opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly second-guessing whether it was worth pushing his luck.

Ekko smirked, his grip on your waist just barely tightening. “You good, man? ‘Cause you’re looking a little nervous.”

The guy quickly muttered something about needing to leave and disappeared into the crowd.

Ekko exhaled through his nose, watching until the guy was definitely gone before turning back to you.

You crossed your arms, amused. “Jealous?”

He scoffed. “Me? Nah. Just don’t like watching idiots waste your time.”

You smirked, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mhm. Sure.”

Ekko sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s cute.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

[shouyuus]

OMG just had this idea where during the fight with Vander maybe Vi gets bit by him and it turns her into this half-werewolf half-human type thing (i’d say she still looks pretty much human, in comparison to Vander)

anyway, she has side affects all month long such as better hearing, vision, increased sense of smell, etc. but during the full moon is when she goes crazy with this extreme need to breed you/fuck you

18+, mdni, this is debauchery

the wound is not a big one, not compared to the ones that she's suffered in the past. but the one it carves in her heart takes much longer to heal -- warwick, they'd called him. she'd always know him as her dad.

and it seems that her fists and her steely attitude aren't the only things he'll leave her with.

at first, she thinks it's just the sickness -- the fevered dreams that came to her right after -- the heat that had bitten into her skin and refused to leave. she thought she'd imagined the high itch that had pressed against her very bones, the way she could smell... everything. she could hear everything.

you fuss over her, because of course you do. and she loves you, and gods, the only thing that seems to sooth her burning skin is the cool of your hands as you press them to the sides of her face.

"ah... the fever's not going down -- but the medicine should be kicking in by now --" you bite your lips and vi groans, licking her own. her mouth is so dry.

"c'mere..." she tugs you down to kiss you, and your surprised squeak is muffled against her cracked mouth. it takes barely a second for you to soften into her, and the moment your mouth slips open for her, the thrumming, pulsing want that had been coiling deep in her belly becomes a dark, urgent need.

"v-vi --!" you startle as she yanks you into the bed with her, your palms so lovely and cool, pressed to the hot skin of her chest.

"don't need medicine," she murmurs, trailing her lips along the column of your throat, "just need you."

and she knows before she fully says all the words that its true. because even saying them out loud sates a sweet, growling part of her that feels like urges and bared lips and teeth.

you let out a hitched whine as vi paws at your clothes, nearly tearing them from you, the pitched humming in her ears urging her forward as she swallows around the maddening need to feel your bare skin against hers -- beneath hers. she groans at the friction, finally, when it comes.

"f-fuck --" vi swears, sinking her teeth into the bare parenthetical of your shoulder. her lips pull away wet, and she pants, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. she groans, the sound deep and rumbling in her chest -- it's a sound that she's not certain she's ever made before, but the change it wrights over your body is instantaneous. you shudder, lashes fluttering as you gasp, arching into her, your spine bending so beautifully beneath her that her vision nearly goes white.

"fuck," she repeats, hissing the word with her nose pressed into the hollow of your throat. the world smears into pops of color, the pale of the moon pouring thick and cool through your window, the dark of your lashes, the red rings of her teeth against on your neck. fuck, fuck, fuck --

"v-violet -- violet -- oh!"

she barely registers the world closing in as she finds her fingers slotted between your thighs; her lungs fill with the scent of you, the thick, sweet musk that radiates from you. her mouth waters at the shine of slick on her fingers as she pulls them back.

"oh... pretty girl," she coos, pressing them back between your legs to sink them into your throbbing cunt, curling them up, thumbing at your clit till you're keening, reaching down to scrabble at her wrist with a weak hand. "you're so.... wet for me..." she mutters, almost to herself, the dull rushing gathering behind her ears as she watches, mesmerized, at the sight of her own fingers disappearing into you over and over and over.

"violet -- i --"

she hums, dropping her forehead onto your chest just to steady herself over you as she pushes a third finger into you, nearly losing herself in the way you stretch open for you, the way you slicken impossibly over her, clenching down till her fingers feel almost numb, the scent of you so strong it fills her head like smoke.

"fuck -- just wanna fuck you -- fuck you till you're full of me --" she says, and she doesn't quite know where the words are coming from, only knows that it gives her inexplicable pleasure -- the thought of filling you up with her, in some shape, way, or form. her fingers, her tongue -- her spit, her cum --

she hisses as she feels you convulse over her, your body trembling as your orgasm crashes through you, and she notes, faintly, she can smell the salt crystalizing on your cheeks. it takes her another few moments for her to realize that it means you're crying.

"oh -- oh princess --" she slows her pace, but you shake your head, panting, your chest heaving, tear-tracks streaking down your cheeks into our hair as you reach up to cup her face with a shaking hand.

"i-if you need to u-use me -- you can --" you swallow around a hiccup as she curls her fingers, bullying two of them against your g-spot, if only to watch your lashes flutter, "y-you can."

"yeah, sweet girl?" vi asks, her own breathing shaky as she digs her nose into your jugular, slotting her hips between yours, fumbling with the waistband of her boxers, tossing them aside to slot her own wet cunt against yours with a thick groan.

"gonna let me use you till i'm satisfied?" she asks, rutting down over you, a strange, wolfish hunger yawning open inside her, something like a wound or a gaping cavern, dark and echoing.

your answering keen makes her whole head spin, and then she's fucking you, rocking her hips over yours, lifting one of your legs till it's slung haphazardly over her shoulder, your slick clit catching hers as she imagines fucking her own cum into you with her fingers.

just the thought alone is enough to drive her over the edge, her cumming hard and messy against you, groaning and sinking her teeth into your already bruised shoulder, her tongue laving over the divots after, though she can't quite get over how much she likes the smell of her smeared across your skin.

she forces her hand between your bodies and sinks three fingers into you without preamble, hissing at how easily you take her in now, your pussy warm and welcoming, so slick with your cum and hers that it's the easiest thing in the word to slip in a fourth finger. your breath hitches at the extra stretch, but it's nothing to head-rush vi feels she methodically works her own cum into you.

and the most logical part of her knows, she knows that it's not quite possible for her to breed you, not in the most traditional sense of the word, but something about it still makes her feel just a bit feral. something about the motion of it, of knowing that there's something of hers inside you, that the room smells like sex -- yours and hers, spit and skin and ecstasy, that sates the rumbling, roiling heat sizzling inside her.

it quiets the thumping urge, slakes the rambling thirst.

she fucks you slow then, rolling her hips in tandem with her fingers, groaning soft as she watches you with soft eyes. you reach down to lace your fingers with her free hand and she leans down to kiss you. it's open-mouthed and wanting, but it's sweet nonetheless.

outside, the clouds hang fat and low beneath a harvest-moon sky.

"vi...?" you ask, looking up at her from moon-soaked lashes.

"hm?"

you lick your lips, "d-did that make you feel better?"

she nods, chuckling, "sure did, pretty girl."

you let out a tiny laugh as well, one that twists into a moan as vi pulls her fingers from you and presses them to your mouth. you let your jaw slacken around them, lick around the tangy essence of you and watch as vi's eyes blow midnight-dark. the air slicks taffy-sweet and butter-thick.

"gonna let me do it again?" she asks, puffing out a breath as she ruts her cunt against yours. you whimper, nodding, your head jolting back into the pillow at the friction, your oversensitive clit already throbbing in protest, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"y-yeah -- as... as many times..." you swallow around a half-drawn breath, "as you need."

vi grins, tracing a delicate finger down your cheek till she fits her hand around the circumference of your throat and squeezes, just the tiniest bit. her eyes follow the butterfly-wing flicker of your pulse as it jumps beneath her palm.

the beast caught inside her cage of ribs growls its approval.

she rocks down over you once more, the movement harsher, and deeper. you only close your eyes and moan.

"that's a good girl," she murmurs, dropping a kiss to our cheek, letting her lips trail along your skin to skim the lobe of your ear and she whispers --

"gonna let me breed you properly, hm? be good for me and take all my cum, yeah, pretty girl?"

you whine. the sound shoots straight to her clit as she fucks down over you again, reaching down to tease at your puffy pussy lips.

and in a voice that's both reverent and broken, you seal her fate in one fell swoop --

"y-yes vi -- please."

[ghostsberry]

come in the mystery shack

[loviestar58]

hai,love!!!❤️

Since Christmas is coming soon, I want to make a special request for that special day.🤭

Vi,Viktor,ekko,and sevika ( if you writer for her ) With lovely,cutey fem s/o giving them christmas presents.please

Btw, nice to meet you and merry christmas (in case i forgot to say it) 🎄❤️🧁🎁

🎄~Fem!Reader Giving Christmas presents~🎄

Ooohhhh this is such a cute one!😭💖

Nice to meet you too! And Merry Christmas/happy holidays!😊

This is definitely perfect for the holiday season, this is a must-do request!

For this, imagine yourself/reader in a cutie Santa dress. Whatever your mind comes up with!🤭

Also could be seen as a modern!au or just from the show, I just took some liberties with settings

Enjoy‼️💖

Vi:

🥊~It'd be another freezing night in the undercity, both you and Vi would be spending it in your shared apartment together. Snow gently falls outside, some small flecks of snowflakes sticking to the windows alongside the frost on the edges, creating a pretty shimmer over the glass. Vi would be relaxing on the couch, you by her side as you both cuddled up together under your giant heated blanket (best investment you ever had), watching some sort of cheesy Christmas movie that made Vi roll her eyes every few seconds. You, on the other hand, instead of watching the movie, we're watching the clock. The small arrow that counted the seconds ticking quietly, your eyes never leaving it, before it made it to 12. You started to get up from the very warm cuddle. "And where exactly are you going? You know, you made me watch this movie with you, and now you're leaving before it ends? What gives?" Her playful and teasing tone was not missed by your ears, especially when it was accompanied by that smirk of hers. You giggle, telling her that you'd be right back, practically prancing your way to your bedroom, barely able to contain the excitement that threatened to bubble up and out of your body. Vi would roll her eyes in amusement and wait, eyes back to the movie and not knowing how much time had passed before she heard the bedroom door open again, glancing to her side quickly and then double-taking as she saw you, now full on staring. You'd come back in different clothes, all dolled up as a cute mimic of Santa. "Ha, didn't know it was still Halloween, muffin. Wasn't expecting this. I'm not complaining though, you look..hot. Heh". Her eyes pierced through you, analyzing every curve and movement of your body. How the dress hugged your waist just right, how your thighs looked in the stockings you wore, and barely made it up to how your chest looked until you spoke up again, saying that it was officially Christmas, and you had a present for her. Holding your hands out, a sizable box lay in your hands. Vi blinked and looked up at the clock: 12:15 AM, now Christmas Day. Chuckling, Vi gingerly took the box from you and did so again as you plopped next to her on the couch, excitement written all over your face, anticipation building at Vi's possible reaction, which the pinkette couldn't help but find adorable. Taking the lid off the box, she gasped, eyes downcasted onto the object inside, her breath caught and chest tightening from the item. Pulling it out, a pair of boxing gloves revealed themselves, but not just any old pair, almost exact replicas of the ones Vander wore. You ask what she thought of it, if she likes it. Vi was almost speechless, thumb drawing small circles over the material of the gloves, memories flashing in her mind of the good days, the days of practicing boxing techniques with Vander in the basement of their home, Powder watching and cheering. Nothing else mattered. She didn't even realize a tear was falling from her eye until you panicked and tried to comfort her, saying if she didn't like it that you can take it back-

"No! No..it's alright, muffin. I'm ok, just..this is.." She was lost for words again, but found them again quickly as she smiled softly. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten..they look, just like his. And it's from you, which makes it even better. I love it. Thank you, muffin". Relief crosses your face as you let out a breath, leaning onto Vi and resting your forehead against hers, gently nuzzling each other as she wraps and arm around you to bring you closer, sharing a sweet and tender kiss as you wish each other a merry Christmas.

Viktor:

🩼~The lab was relatively quiet, only the soft whirring of the hexcore runes being shifted again and again, the bright blue light illuminating each time and bringing to light the exhaustion that lie all over Viktors face. Leaning back in his chair with a frustrated sigh, Viktor rubbed his eyes, bags underneath them dark and deep, all from way too many late nights. "Urghh..what am I missing?" He grumbles under his breath, eyes now staring dead at the hexcore in front of him. He had been staying up once again, another one of the many many sleepless nights he had been taking to figure out this mysterious rune-filled device. It was almost mocking him as it moved, pulsing it's blue glow as some runes shifted on their own. He felt his head starting to get fuzzy, slight dizziness falling over him before hearing a soft knock at the door, a specific knock. Your knock. The door opens as you step into the lab, Viktor having yet to turn around, already knowing it was you. "Hello, my love. I..I know it is late, so before you say anythi-" his long, pre-prepared explanation that he has made to you many times, knowing how worried you've gotten over him the past while, had got caught in his throat as he turned in his chair at the mere sight of you. You, standing there with a warm smile on your face, the dress that made your figure even more beautiful than usual, and of course the present in your hands. You say a soft hello to him as he continued to stare, not realizing he was repeating his own hello to you. "E-eh..hello, lovely. You..look incredible. What is this about?" You giggled, reminding him that it was now Christmas, and has been for about and hour or two, him glancing at the clock and realizing it for himself. "Ah..so it is. I- did not realize-" his eyes landed on the box again. "Is this..for me?" You nod happily, giddyness filling your body as you hand the box over to him, excited to see his reaction to your present. Viktor held the box on his lap and slowly began to unwrap it, the sounds of ripping wrapping paper filling the lap as well as cardboard being scratched against and opened. Reaching his hands into the box, he pulled out a small notebook and new looking fountain pen, the expensive kind. He smiles softly "A new notebook, and is this..oh my love, you did not.." You nodded excitedly, reciting the time he had mentioned wanting a new pen and that he particularly liked a specific brand of it, said it writes the smoothest for his taste. You explained how you recruited the help of Jayce to help track one down for you, seeing as how the brand he liked was rare and expensive, you told Jayce you'd pay him back, but of course he refused and said he was just happy to know he could help get something to make Viktor happy, and that made Viktor chuckle softly. "I must give Jayce my thanks when I see him again for his contributions of this gift. I love it, lovely. Thank you". He reached a hand up to bring you closer to him, placing the palm of his hand to you cheek and making you mean down and meet his lips against yours in a tender and soft kiss, full of gratitude and love for the gift. He holds the kiss for a good moment, always being the type to savor the feeling no matter the context of the kiss, before breaking it with a soft grin, allowing you to smile lovingly and wish him merry Christmas, and he does the same...then you start to scold him for staying up late again and tell him to go to sleep. And as usual he protests.

Ekko:

⏳~Laughter rang out throughout the base, young firelight kids running around in a traditional game of tag, or a mix of tag and a Snowball fight. Light snow fell to the ground, coating the area with a thin sheet of white that crunched beneath the shoes of everyone who stepped in it. Ekko stood on a balcony up on the big tree they called home, his big green jacket wrapped snuggly on his body to keep him warm as he smiled at the scene down below. The children playing always made his heart warm, glad they could find some joy in this chaotic world of theirs, and it made him know that he was doing things right. A small grunt broke his spaced out state, turning his head to see Scar besides him, not as bundled up as he was, a perk of being Vastayan, he supposed. "It's starting, as our leader I had to find you. Especially since your lover insisted this time" he spoke, chuckling in that deep voice of his. Ekko chuckled himself, shaking his head and pushing himself off the balcony to follow Scar down the tree, hoverboards being deployed within seconds. "Yeah, I'm comin'". By the time the two got down, feet crunching the snow beneath them, a circle of the firelights were in place, a big bonefire in the center of them all. Standing in the middle, giant bag in hand, was you. Dressed up the part to play as good ol' saint Nick, little bell on your hat jingling as you moved from kid to kid, handing out small presents you made yourself over the past month. You made sure no one was left out, having taken note of each person in the base, young adults included, and made them something personal for each one. As you kept handing out presents, Ekko watched you with a warm gaze, admiring your looks, and your heart. How you were such a kind and sweet girl to his people, going out of your way to do things like this for the time he's known you. You felt his gaze, turning to him and beaming that radient smile of yours that made his heart skip as you made your way over to him. "Seems you've been busy, you really got everyone something, didn't you?" You nodded happily, pulling two small boxes, the last two, out of the bag, you hand one to Scar and then to Ekko. Both men smiled at you, the Vastayan wasting no time in seeing what it was, pulling out a small pair of matching gloves, one for him and his baby, and he couldn't help the grateful look that washed over him, nodding in thanks to you which you returned with a hug, catching him off guard for a moment before he returned the gesture. Scar then left to go check on said baby, muttering a quick "Be right back" before leaving. Your attention returned to Ekko who had been fiddling with the little bow on the box, untying it as he felt your gaze on him, and lifting the kid. His eyes widened, pulling out a small wooden statue, carved in the image of a firelight bug, and then a pair of bracelets. You explain how they were matching, one for him and the other for you, each with your initials so you two can carry each other with you and be together, no matter where you are. "Firefly.." He whispered, his voice almost shaking. It'd been a while since he'd been given something so sweet and sentimental "..this is, beautiful. I..wow, you made these? How long did you spend on these? The details.." He trailed off, examining the jewelry and the small statue, box long forgotten on the ground. You stood there, proud of yourself, and feeling your heart swell at his reaction, lunging at him for a hug, stunning him for a moment. He smiled with a slight huff, putting the little presents in his pockets and returning the embrace, arms wrapping around your figure that seemed to mold perfectly against his, making his jacket come around you to create a bubble of warmth. His hand lifted to your cheek after a moment, lifting it up and bringing you in for a soft, sweet kiss. "Thank you, Firefly. Merry Christmas". You repeated it back, a gentle smile on your lips as you both got lost in each other's eyes, time stopping around you both, freezing this precious moment.

Sevika:

The door slammed open and then shut, the sound of it echoing throughout the apartment, Sevika stomping her way to the living room, cracking her neck and groaning in annoyance and anger. "Damn chem barons, oughta wring their damn necks..". With a loud plop, she sat herself down on the couch, letting out a giant sigh mixed with a groan as she rubbed her eyes. As if that would soothe any of her stress. The chem barons had been testing her patience lately, constantly ambushing her and picking fights, even if she always won, it still didn't make them any less annoying. Off in the doorway of your bedroom, you peaked around the corner, spotting Sevika on the couch and seeing just how stressed she was, watching as she fidgeted with her mechanized arm. You felt a small twinge in your heart, you hated seeing her so stressed and pissed off all the time, especially due to forces you couldn't control. After a moment or two of staring, an idea as well as a realization popped in your head, and a smile graced your cute face, giddy and retreating back into your shared bedroom. Sevika heard some rustling around in the room, having not realized you had been home the entire time. "Bunny? Is that you? Are ya home?" She called out to you, her voice sounding noticeably softer, as if she was happy knowing you were home. With no answer after a moment, she started to get up to find you, but quickly froze once you stepped back out, her eyes widening for a moment at the sight of you, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Well, what do we have here? Little bunny all dressed up for me?" You felt your cheeks heat up, a bit flustered at her usual teasing tone and giggling as you strutted up to her, gently placing a hand on her chest to make her sit back down on the couch, the other behind your back, and climbing up into her lap. She wasted no time in placing her hands on your hips, holding you close and kissing you firmly. "You're gorgeous, bunny. And based on the outfit, today's Christmas, huh?" She chuckled as you nodded excitedly, the other hand that was behind your back now coming to the front and presenting a small present box to her, which caught her off guard, but wasn't too shocked by the gesture. "Ooh, got me somethin'? Heh, I should've known". You chastise her, saying how you're not that predictable, but she begged to differ, recounting many times you've given her gifts, which made you huff playfully and roll your eyes and tell her to just open the present. She puts a hand up in fake surrender and did as she was told, unwrapping the box and prying it open with her mech hand, sharp fingers opening it up quick. She flipped the box over to dump the contents into her hand, a small item coming out and landing with a small metallic clink. "Is this..?" She started, looking up at you to see a proud look on your face. Why? Cause she was holding the lighter of a chem baron she fought. A brand logo she had mentioned before. "How did you get this?" You said one name, Jinx. And that was all Sevika needed to know. "So, you recruited the loose canon to get this for me? Heh..gotta say, I'm impressed. And..grateful". Her tone softened at the last word, flipping open the lighter to watch the pretty blue flame spouting out, smiling to herself as you wished her a merry christmas before closing it again and going in for another, more passionate kiss. "Thanks, bun. I love it" she said softly, making you giddy enough to hold her close in an embrace, her returning the gesture in full, savoring the touch. And that included some wandering hands that you felt on your lower back.

I think I did more work than I should have but like-

I love how this came out😭

I apologize for any mischaracterization, I did my best with this! But I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!😊💖

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jock!vi (hockey team captain) x heart throb!fem!user

preface: the things she would do.

author's note: i wrote each in small scenario so i decided put all of them in this post. if you want to, there is also my bot (on janitor ai) abt this topic, too, here!

wrn: lowercase, mentioning about smoking.

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

when greeting you.

vi leaned back against the wall outside the lecture hall, one boot kicked up behind her, a lazy grin tugging at her mouth the second she spotted you in the crowd. she pushed off and strode straight toward you, zero hesitation, zero shame.

"well, well," she drawled, eyes raking over you shamelessly. "ain't you the prettiest thing i've seen all day."

she bumped your shoulder lightly with hers — casual to anyone else, but she lingered, close enough for her scent (clean sweat, a little vanilla) to wrap around you.

"you miss me, sweetheart?" vi added, half-smirking, half-serious. "'cause i sure as hell missed you."

when she sees you talking too much with someone else.

vi stood a few feet away, hockey bag slung over one shoulder, pretending to mess with her phone. her jaw clenched tight as she watched you laugh — laugh — at something some random guy said, like he was the funniest bastard alive.

when you finally looked over and caught her eye, she didn’t smile. she just tilted her head, slow, deliberate, and said, voice low:

"you makin' new friends, huh?"

vi's eyes narrowed, mouth curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "careful, sweetheart. not everybody's got good intentions around here."

she said it lightly, almost teasing — but her knuckles had gone white around the strap of her bag.

when she leaves an anonymous gift for you.

it was raining when you opened your dorm door — and there, sitting in the middle of the welcome mat, was a little box.

inside: a small silver pendant shaped like a hockey puck, delicate and pretty, with your initials carved into the side. no note. no signature. just the faintest trace of a scent you knew too well — vi's cologne.

down the hall, half-hidden in the stairwell shadows, vi watched you pick it up, heart slamming against her ribs. she whispered under her breath, knowing you couldn’t hear:

"happy birthday, baby."

and then she turned and disappeared down the stairs before she could do something reckless — like run to you and beg you to wear it just for her.

when she offers her jacket. (but it's so much more)

you were shivering at the bus stop, arms wrapped around yourself in the late-night rain. before you could even complain, vi was there — tossing her heavy hockey jacket over your shoulders without a word.

"put it on," she muttered, not meeting your eyes.

the fabric was warm, still carrying her heat, her smell — leather and sweat and something achingly her. you opened your mouth to say thank you, but vi cut you off, voice rough:

"don’t. just… stay warm, yeah?"

under the streetlight, her ears were burning red.

when getting in a fight. (because someone touched you)

it was supposed to be a normal party. until some drunk idiot brushed too close to you — and vi saw red.

the guy didn't even get a second chance. one second he was laughing, and the next he was slammed against the wall, vi's forearm across his throat, snarling:

"you don’t touch her."

everyone was staring. you were frozen. vi didn’t care. didn’t even see them.

she only looked at you, chest heaving, voice shaking:

"you good, sweetheart?"

when pulling you into the hockey locker room (to hide)

you were running from a security guard (don't ask), heart hammering, laughing breathlessly — and vi yanked you into the dark locker room, hand clamped over your mouth.

you landed chest-to-chest against her.

"shh," she breathed against your ear, her body a wall of heat against yours.

the smell of sweat and soap clung to her skin. her fingers splayed at your waist, steadying you — but they stayed there, lingering, like she couldn't let go even if she tried.

her voice was barely a whisper:

"you’re killin’ me here, baby."

when singing (drunk) and accidentally revealing her feelings

the dorm party was dying down. someone shoved a karaoke mic into vi's hand — and to everyone's shock, she actually took it.

she sang low, gruff, kinda off-key — but when her eyes found yours across the room, the world went still.

she changed the lyrics mid-song:

"i’d give up everything… just to call you mine."

your breath caught. vi smirked crookedly, but there was a desperate edge to it — like she knew exactly what she’d just done.

when lighting a cigarette and offering you the first drag.

vi leaned against the railing outside the dorms, cigarette dangling from her lips, looking every inch the bad girl she pretended to be.

when you walked up, she plucked the smoke from her mouth and held it out to you, two fingers poised.

"first hit’s yours, sweetheart," she said, voice lazy and low.

when you hesitated, she smirked.

"or you scared you’ll get addicted?"

she wasn’t talking about the cigarette. not really.

when she takes you on a motorcycle ride.

"you ever been on a bike before?" vi asked, tossing you a spare helmet with a grin.

before you could answer, she was straddling the seat, revving the engine.

when you climbed on behind her, she grabbed your hands and placed them firmly around her waist.

"hold on tight, yeah?" she said, glancing back, a wicked glint in her eye. "i don’t want you flyin’ off unless you’re fallin’ for me."

the way she laughed after didn’t hide the fact she meant every word.

when teaching you to fight (way too hands-on)

you asked her, half-joking, if she could teach you how to throw a punch.

vi didn’t even blink.

she grabbed your hands, positioned them carefully, her big palms swallowing yours.

"loosen up, killer," she murmured, so close you could feel her breath on your cheek.

when you tried to pull back, embarrassed, vi’s grip tightened — gentle but firm.

"you wanna learn or you wanna run?" she said, smirking — but her voice was thick with something heavier. something like hope.

when getting jealous at a bar.

you were dancing. laughing. living. and vi? vi was three beers deep and seething.

when some random put his hands on your hips, she saw red.

she shoved through the crowd without thinking, grabbing your wrist and spinning you toward her.

"enough of that," she growled, dragging you off the floor like you were hers — and maybe, maybe you were.

you stumbled after her, heart racing, hearing her mutter under her breath:

"fuck if i’m gonna watch someone else touch you."

vi watching you sleep.

you fell asleep on her bed mid-movie, a blanket half-kicked off, lips parted slightly in the softest breath.

vi sat at the edge, frozen, just… staring.

she reached out — then pulled back. reached again — then brushed your hair back with the lightest touch, scared to wake you.

"you don’t even know," she whispered, voice cracking in the dark.

"you don’t even fuckin' know what you do to me."

she sat there the whole night, guarding you like a secret.

vi showing up after a nightmare.

you called her at 2 am. didn’t even explain. just said: "please."

vi was there in ten minutes, hoodie thrown over pajamas, eyes wide and wild.

she didn’t ask questions. just climbed into your bed, wrapped you up in her arms, and held you like you might break if she let go.

"you’re okay," she whispered, over and over. "i got you. always got you, baby."

and when you buried your face in her chest, clinging tight — she shut her eyes and pressed her mouth to your hair.

like a prayer. like a promise.

when she’s angry.

vi slammed her locker shut so hard the metal rattled down the hallway.

"un-fuckin'-believable," she muttered, voice low and dangerous.

you blinked at her, surprised, but she stalked up to you, fire in her eyes — not at you, but burning for you.

"you think all these assholes lookin' at you give a damn about you?" she snapped, voice a rough growl. "you think they'd stay when shit gets real?"

she grabbed your wrist, not rough, just desperate, grounding herself.

"i would," vi said, barely above a whisper. "i’m right fuckin' here."

her jaw tensed like she was holding back more — a lot more — but she let go and stepped back, running both hands through her hair like she wanted to scream.

"just—" she bit down on the words. "just stop lookin' at everyone else like that, yeah? before i do somethin' stupid."

when she’s desperate.

it was late. way too late. you were curled up on your bed, barely keeping your eyes open, when vi just snapped.

she sat down heavy on the edge of your mattress, voice rough and ragged:

"can you just… look at me? just for a second?"

when you did, confused and sleepy, vi dragged a hand through her hair, restless, broken.

"i can’t — i can't fuckin' keep actin' like you're just my friend," she said, almost a whisper. "every time you smile at me, i feel like i'm gonna fuckin' lose it. and you don't even know."

she laughed — a low, painful sound — and looked down at her hands like they might steady her heart. "i’d burn down the whole damn world if you asked me to. and you’re sittin' here thinkin' i’m just your hockey buddy."

bonus: when she pins you against the wall (finally snapping).

it happened too fast.

one second, you were laughing at something stupid, trying to slip past vi in the narrow hallway outside your dorm — and the next, your back was pressed flat against the cold wall, her body crowding yours, big hands braced on either side of your head.

vi wasn’t smiling. not even a little.

her breath hitched, chest heaving like she'd just run ten miles, fists curling against the wall like she needed something to punch just to survive standing this close to you.

"you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that?"

her voice was low, shaking with something she couldn’t name, something too big to hide anymore. those sharp blue eyes bored into you, burning, furious, desperate.

"you walk around, all sweet and soft and fuckin' perfect, and you don't even know," she growled, dipping her head lower until her forehead nearly touched yours. "don't even fuckin' see what you do to me."

her hands trembled — barely — but she held herself back, still not touching you beyond the brutal cage of her arms.

"you think i don't notice the way you look at everybody else? laughin', flirtin' — like i ain't right fuckin' here, starin' at you like you hung the goddamn moon."

vi sucked in a breath, nostrils flaring, jaw clenching so hard it hurt.

"i can't do it anymore," she rasped. "i can't keep pretendin'. i can't keep lettin' you be this close without… without fuckin' claiming you, sweetheart."

her words echoed between you, ragged and raw.

and still — still — she didn’t touch you.

because she was giving you a choice. because no matter how much she ached for you, she would never take what you didn't want to give.

but her eyes? her eyes screamed: say something. take me. i'm yours if you want me.