#vi x Reader

[myblognameisadam]

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Hannah Alexander Artwork

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[shouyuus]

more college roommate hcs?? maybe reader tries to tease vi back for bein shirtless all the time which eventually leads to them getting together??

18+ (no sex, just a$$ and tiddies), mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

you have taken to walking around in your underwear.

and at first, vi wonders if she's losing it a little bit, because she's pretty sure you haven't always been like this. no. if anything, in the past couple of months, you'd been strangely... jumpy. and sure it'd been fun to tease you (walking around with her top off all the time just to get a rise out of you made something warm nudge at the base of her belly) but she doesn't think you're the kind of person to hold a grudge.

(she's been wrong in the past though, and vi thinks that it wouldn't be the worst thing to be wrong about this either.)

at first, it looks like an accident, her waking up to you humming, making breakfast like you do, an earbud tucked into your ear, barefoot in the kitchen, sprinkling salt onto the scrambled eggs. but her eyes skate down the length of your body and her breath dies in her lungs as she realizes you're in nothing but a thin spaghetti strap top and baby blue panties. her eyes catch on the lace trimming against the soft of your skin and she swears her thoughts melt into something akin to tv static.

"uh --"

"oh! hey! breakfast is almost ready -- you don't have morning practice today, right?"

"no... i uhm -- i don't..." she blinks several times before tearing her eyes away from your very bare legs, fighting the urge too shake her head like a dog trying to clear it's ears of water.

"cool! oh, i think there's some orange juice left in the fridge, can you grab it?" you turn back to the pan with a bright smile, humming to yourself.

vi swallows, "yeah sure, princess --" she turns toward the fridge, feeling oddly robotic as she opens it to grab the juice jug. all her hairs startle to attention as you lean over the counter, reaching up into the cupboards for a plate, the motion making your already tiny tanktop ride up, a sliver of skin winking at her from above the waistband of your panties.

she nearly drops the juice jug.

three days later, she comes home to the damp cling of steam in the air. frowning, she drops her duffle and wanders towards the bathroom, where the shower's clearly just been turned off, but the door's wide open. and there you are, standing in the steam-ridden bathroom, in nothing but a bra and panties, toweling dry your hair.

"whoa -- sorry --"

"hm? oh! you're home! nice -- i was gonna ask if you wanted to come out to dinner -- i think mel found a really cute wine bar she wanted to try --"

vi stares; she can't help it. you're in a matching set, and even though it's nothing fancy, it still makes her brain feel oddly liquid as she watches your tits bounce slightly in the semi push-up bra.

"wine... bar?" vi asks, her voice slurring slightly even to her own ears.

your eyebrows hitch, a tiny smile tucked into the corner of your mouth as you cock your head.

"yeah, it's pretty close to that one hotdog joint you like so i figured i'd ask."

you make no move to cover yourself up, and distantly, vi thinks that a few months ago, you would've never showered with the doors open.

"sure i -- i'm down -- uh -- is anyone else coming?" vi asks, somehow forcing eyes away from your cleavage. you reach up to hang the towel by the door, dropping back down on your heels.

vi's eyes snap back to the way your tits just bounced.

(what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?)

"-- probably jayce, but other than that no one... vi?"

"huh?" she jerks back slightly, eyes slingshotting back up too meet your gaze. and this time, she sees it -- a flicker of something so very much like mischief caught in the light there before you're laughing, light and airy.

"nothing just... you seem a little out of it. everything okay?"

you squeeze by her into the hallway and she barely catches the way her own eyes trail the shape of you towards your room, the round of your ass cheeks caught in the simple black panties you're wearing.

"yeah -- just..." she swallows, her mouth suddenly very, very dry.

"a long day?" you offer, twisting around to glance at her over your shoulder half a second before you bend down to rummage for a dress in your chest of drawers.

vi feels a curse bubbling out of her --

"holy fuck --"

"hm?"

"no, nothing! i -- i'm gonna shower before we go."

"sure! i washed your towel for you today, so it's fresh," you say, seemingly unperturbed as you finally disappear into your room, though you still make no move to close the door.

"great, t-thanks princess! really... appreciate it..." vi lets her voice trail off into a soft grumble as she nudges the bathroom door closed with an arm and tugs her sweaty practice clothes off. her foot catches something by the bathtub, and she looks down to find a lacy thong with a bright pink butterfly ribboned in the front.

it takes her four whole seconds before she's reaching down to pick it up and hold it to the light. it's not her's, and it's been months since she's brought a hookup home (not since she's started to imagine you between her legs every time she tries to get off with someone else), so -- by elimination it has to be --

yours.

"sweet fuck."

it only gets worse after that -- she'd come home to find you sat on the couch in a veritable fortress of notes and textbooks, in a crop-top and heart-patterned undies, or walk by your room just in time to catch you tugging off your top, your back to the door (thankfully, vi doesn't know if her heart could take it if she saw you fully with your top off --)

"is our ac broken or something?" she asks one day, frowning at the wall controls. you look up, frowning slightly, a highlighter caught between your fingers, as you sit cross-legged on at the dining table, one of her shirts sloping off your shoulder (but you've tied the bottom up with a rubber band so it sits above your abdomen, cutting off right above where a pair of dark red lacey panties is oh so visible underneath).

"hm? no -- why?" you sound distracted, your eyes falling back to your notes.

vi blinks at you.

"you never wear pants anymore."

you freeze, your fingers poised over a line of miniscule text, the highlighter hovering above the page.

when you look up again, there's a fox-fire gleam to the dark in your irises, and a grin that would've made the god of trickers himself puff with pride slung crescent-moon sharp over the shape of your lips.

"what was it that you told me last time?" you ask, your voice sweet enough to slick the skin, "i just always run... hot?"

vi's expression flatlines. she closes the distance between the pair of you in three quick strides and before you can stutter out her name ("v-vi --?"), she's hauling you out of the dining table chair and onto the sofa, pinning you beneath her, one of your wrists caught beneath hers, her other hand skating down the length of your body to tease at the waistband of your panties.

"you little tease..." she murmurs, but there's no poison in her words, only a bone-deep wanting. it rumbles through her to you, shaking shivers down your spine as you whine beneath her.

"mmm you started it," you say, eyes flickering between hers and the shape of her parted lips; the tiny scar there makes your mouth water.

vi narrows her eyes, giving your wrist a warning squeeze as she leans in just a fraction closer. like this, you can almost taste her breath against your tongue.

"so what... are you gonna finish it then, princess?"

"i-if that's what you w-want --" you stumble over your words as vi presses a knee up between your thighs.

"yeah? you're gonna do what i want?"

you let out a pitched whimper; vi delights in the way your pulse jutters in the triangle of your throat. but you nod, a bit frantic, as vi digs her nose into the junction of your neck and breathes.

she lets out a thick groan, an ever-familiar warmth pooling at the base of her belly as she thinks about sinking her teeth into your skin, about seeing the shape of her teeth inked into your skin for days and days after.

it's nearly enough to drive her off the edge.

"but nothing's gonna happen if you don't ask for it first, pretty girl..." she pulls back, grinning when you immediately try to tug her back, the hand pinned beneath hers curling into a loose fist.

"vi... please --"

desire pulses deep in vi's gut. she wonders if things will ever be the same after tonight (it won't) but she also wonders if she still wants them to be the same after all this (she doesn't).

"yeah? please, what?"

you blink up at her, your lashes almost star-lit in the dim light of the dining room.

"kiss me," you say.

vi's breath comes out shaky, her pulse threading through her like some desperate, fluttering thing. she watches you beneath her, thinks to herself that if this is her undoing then so the fuck be it.

"is that what you want, princess?" she asks, and her voice is honest, the edges frayed with all the uncertainty she's ever felt when you've pressed in a bit too close, when she's lingered over the afterimage of your smile, cast against her eyelids at night.

you nod up at her, and in your eyes, she finds something akin to absolution as she leans down to graze her lips over yours, the touch so soft it's almost a memory.

"fuck, vi --" you groan, jerking her down with your free hand fisted at the throat of her shirt, "kiss me, kiss me, kiss me."

she lets out a debauched moan as she tips herself into the heat of your mouth to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you.

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Find Out You Haven't Had Your First Kiss Yet

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, first kiss, flirting, banter, shyness, gentle kissing, musundertsnadings, age-gap, experiance gap

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A/N: I have kissed people before and I know I wanna kiss all of them too. They deserve kisses, they need kisses.

"Ya've been starin' at me for an awful long time now. Not that I mind, your eyes are real pretty, sugar. But ya've got me all curious now." Jinx invaded your personal space like it was no big deal and leaned in so you had but inches between you.

You pressed your lips together and fidgeted in your seat. "You... I was wondering have you kissed anyone before?"

"Well here and there but not recently. I've got someone I really wanna kiss now." She pointed at you and tucked a hair behind your ear. "Wanna make out? I don't have any important things to do for a few hours?"

"Few hours? People make out for that long? Wait no, that's not what I want to do. I was curious cause I never kissed anyone and I was wondering if you... maybe wanted to kiss me?" With a slightly bashful tone you met her shiny purple eyes which only seemed to get brighter as she closed in.

"Do I wanna kiss ya? I wanted to since I saw ya! Been waitin' to get asked. Ya know, gentlewoman and all that shit." She wasn't one, not by a longshot but she also knew she could cross boundaries easily, this was one where she was more than willing to wait. "Pucker up quick!" You only had a second to react before harsh lips closed over yours, her thin but strong arms locking you in place on the chair. "Mwah!" Jinx cackled when she pulled back. "There. That's one thing to cross of your list. Can't wait for more." Winking she spun around in her chair and did a little happy dance.

Everyone knew Vi was a bold one, what she wanted she went for, often with little questions asked. She spent the whole date taking initiative, taking your hand, showing you the best places in Zaun, and a few at Piltover too, although she didn't know as many that were cooler than Zaun's. At the end of it she walked your home.

"I live in a safe neighborhood, Vi. There's no need for this." You argued as you fished for your keys to unlock the door. As you did you had full intention to invite her in.

"You never know when someone might try something. You're too cut to pass up on, sweet thing like you, bound to attract eyes. People might get ideas. Like this." Before you knew it, she pressed both hands against your hips and kissed your neck. You nearly dropped the keys when you felt the bolt of excitement run through your body. "See what I mean?"

Gulping you turned your head to hers. "Y-Yeah." She smirked and cupped your chin with the opposite hand, bringing you closer. "Vi, hold on." You turned your head back towards the door. "I never kissed anyone before." The whisper pierced through all the horny energy in Vi's body.

Her hands dropped from your hips. "Oh. Well now I feel like an ass. Since you let me walk you back and all, I thought... sorry I don't know what I thought. Do you want me to leave?" She waited for you to turn around and was surprised when you cupped her cheeks and leaned in. Her eyes widened for a moment before closing, right as your lips met in the middle. The grip on your hips returned, but it wasn't as strong as before. She wasn't the only one who could initiate.

You could look far and wide and you wouldn't find a bigger gentlewoman than Caitlyn. She asked if anything she did was wanted, if it was okay, if you liked it. Some of it came from her Academy days, some from her upbringing but she was never pushy with you.

It was actually you that noticed she was glancing at your lips a little too often while you were helping her sort out through the many documents she apparently had to bring home to work on. "Today was supposed to be our date, seems to me like you're dating your work as much as you're dating me." You teased and watched her huff.

"That is not true. You are infinitely more attractive, darling. I wouldn't kiss the papers but I would kiss you any day." Caitlyn flirted back and set the mentioned papers down. "In fact... I could use a little break from this. And you're right, tonight is our date night. So, tell me," Caitlyn walked up to your side of the desk and leaned on her hands, her face above yours, "would you do me the honor of kissing me?"

A heavy blush bloomed on your face as you felt caught in her crosshairs. When she got serious about something she saw it though until the end. That's how she was looking at you now. "I'd love to kiss you, Cait."

She chuckled at your breathless tone. "I'll go slow. It's your first kiss, right? I figured from the way you'd blush and turn your head when I'd lean in." Her gloved hands slid over your hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. "Close your eyes for me, darling." The moment you did you felt her lips against yours, perfectly falling into place.

"You're joking, aren't you? You haven't kissed anyone? No one? Not even a little?" She tried to hide her amused smile behind her hand but it was futile. You rolled your eyes at Maddie and then threw a pillow in at her head.

"First, how do you kiss someone a little? And second, you know I've barely dated before this. You're the first girl I'm kinda serious about. Thought that waiting to have my first kiss would be... you know romantic?" You shrugged and hugged the other pillow close to your chest. Maddie let out a loud 'awww' and hugged you tight, kissing your cheek.

She laughed when you tried to push her away for making fun of you.

"Now hold on. I think that is really sweet of you, love. Not many people out there have your romatic mind and I love that about you. Also, real sweet that you want to kiss me out of everyone." Her hands pressed upon your shoulders and her smiling face approached yours. "Do I get to do that now or...?"

You could see how eager she seemed now that she learned all this new information. "I mean... if you want." Your hug around the pillow tightened as you tried to will yourself to calm down. On the outside you were calmer, ever pushing back into the kiss, sighing contently against Maddie's lips, but on the inside, you were a damn mess of anxiety. "Shhh, it's just me, remember?" She cooed against your lips and waited for you to relax, massaging your shoulders before leaning in for a second, longer kiss.

This was more of a dare than you wanting to kiss anyone tonight. It wasn't your fault that all your friends knew about your big crush on Ekko and roped you into a game of darts that you lost and therefore had to walk over to him and kiss him. Your friends watched you fumble over to him, all giggling.

Ekko looked at you a little bewildered. "Look, don't ask, this was all their idea." You pointed behind yourself at your friends. "They dared me to kiss you so, if you wanna kiss me... you know, cool

"I've got nothing against kissing you, firefly, but I'm a little confused. Thought you didn't mess 'round with friends like that." Ekko did, you knew but you always thought that if you crossed that line with him there would be no bottling your feelings back up. And standing here in front of him, asking for a kiss, you knew that was true.

"I don't mess around with friends. But they won't leave me alone about not kissing anyone yet and you were the safest bet. Plus..." You moved from foot to foot, like that would shake off your nerves. "I like you, Ekko. As more than a friend. I have for a while."

All the chatter from around the two of you seemed to fall into a void. Ekko opened his mouth to say something but you kissed him before he could, too scared of a rejection and too high strung to think about the fact that you might never get this chance again. But to your surprise he kissed back, his full lips pressing hard against yours. "Thought you'd never come out and say it. Damn, been waiting to hear those words since forever." Ekko hushed against you before he dragged his lips from the corner of your mouth to your ear. "I like you too." He confessed with a whisper.

"Don't you let what those assholes said get to you, darlin', their mouth is bigger than their brain." Vander cleaned the dirty glasses behind the bar as you handed them to him one after another.

You grimaced, remembering all the teasing, quite rude teasing might you add, that you endured before Vander stepped in. "I could have kicked them out myself. Besides what do they care if I'm dating you? Not like you gave me the job because of it." They said a lot more than that but you didn't even want to go through all of it.

"Hey, you do great work here. The kids love you; I love you. All that talk about tradin' favors, bunch of bullshit, that's what it is. Besides, I know you've kept to yourself more than others around here. Got nothin' against that. If anything, makes me a bit nervous. I mean, you really want this old man to be your first at everything?" He scratched the back of your head as he remembered the night when you cuddled and you confessed, he would really be your first everything, not just your first relationship. Since then, he'd been a bit jumpier.

"Vander, you're a bit more than a decade older than me. We're both old. And when you get to my age and you haven't done anything, people talk. So, I can't really blame them for thinking what they do about me getting a job here. It's shitty yeah, but like you said, they're just assholes. I want you to be my first kiss, first everything." You confessed and suddenly you noticed Vander wasn't cleaning glasses anymore. He still had the glass and the rag in his hand but he wasn't moving at all.

You seem to have stunned him with your words. There was an old story you remember, about a kiss breaking a sleeping woman from her slumber. With a cheeky grin you pushed yourself up on the bar to get high enough to kiss him. Vander let out a sound of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. The sound of the glass shattering also shattered the quiet moment you shared and you parted, laughing. "Well, I'll be damned. Seems like there are still things that surprise me."

Silco didn't hear anything from you about the status of you kissing or not kissing anyone. He heard it from Jinx, who heard it from Sevika. And to think one of your best friends would rat you out to her boss' daughter like that. "I'll kill that mouthy bi-" Your threat stopped on your lips, silenced by thin lips. "Silco... what the fuck?"

"What? From how I heard it, you really wanted to kiss me, but were to scared of looking desperate. Best to get things like this over with fast, otherwise they clog up your brain with unnecessary worries." He spoke like a true businessman. And at his core he was one, a corrupted one, and really good at his job.

Still, you looked at him, blinking slowly, still feeling his lips against yours. Your fingertips touched the tingly flesh.

"Silco... that was my first kiss! You asshole!" You pushed him and he did take a few steps backwards. "This is why you can never tell anything to anyone around here!"

Like it was messy he fixed his tie and vest, tugging until they were to his standard again. Then he walked up to you again, his orange eye trained on you like a cat's eye on a little mouse. "Did you hate that I did it? I was never good at asking for permission when I wanted something, or forgiveness. However, if you need an apology from me, I might consider it."

Despite the imposing presence you weren't scared of him at all. "For god’s sake, Silco, I didn't hate it. You could have put more effort in it though. You know, make it more romantic for a lady, sweep her off her feet and take her out to dinner." It was like this man did every romantic thing backwards. He slept with you before he asked you out, he never even asked you out officially, just told you he liked spending time with you, and now this. "You're hopeless sometimes."

When she heard what you said she couldn't help but let out a full belly laugh at it. "Jerk! I'm being serious!" You smacked your fists against her shoulder, which only made the big brawler of a woman laugh more. Sevika never had the most tact or subtlety, or was the best at keeping her emotions in.

"I know you are! Which is why it's so damn funny. I mean shit, sweetheart, haven't kissed anyone? I see you tearing up that dance floor every night with me. You're telling me no one ever got lucky enough to kiss you on the lips? On the other lips maybe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"You're gross sometimes, you know that." You smacked her on the bicep again, and at the next attempt she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into her lap. Your whole body went hot when her thigh flexed between your legs. "Sevika, what are you up to?"

Sevika grinned wolfishly as her hand grabbed your ass. "I'm about to kiss you. Tell me if you want me to stop." She wasn't exactly asking but she also didn't want to force this on you. When you didn't put up and resistance and tugged her a bit closer by her shirt, she leaned in to capture your lips. Like with everything else she couldn't be gentle, she didn't do gentle. The kiss was rough, passionate, with too much tongue for you who never kissed anyone before. "I'm gonna teach you how to do that better."

"Will you?" You asked all breathless and with wide pupils. One simple kiss made your whole body feel like fireworks were going off. "Better make up for you making fun of me."

Viktor was very perceptive of things that interested him. You were one of those things, even before you became his girlfriend he always listened when you talked about anything. It was his first clue that he liked was in love with you.

He noticed you always seemed to be looking down at his lips more than the things he was writing whenever he was explaining something. "You know, if you want to kiss me, it's as simple as asking." He teased as his fingers traced the pages; he was reading out to you.

"O-Oh. You noticed that did you?" You looked away at the big wall of notes behind him then back at his smiling, knowing face. "Who am I kidding, of course you did. Don't get me wrong, I want to kiss you, Viktor. But I'm also nervous because it'll be my first kiss." He closed the book, with a bit more of a thumping sound than it was warranted. As quickly as he could he crossed the distance between the two of you. His hand lifted yours to his lips.

As shy as he could be with his touches, sparing even, reserved, he found it very easy to touch you and it made your heart skip a few beats every time. Viktor was comfortable with you; he teased you like it was no big deal and would hold your hand when walking through the halls.

"I must confess, darling, I don't have much experience with kissing, or anything of a romantic or intimate nature. I've only been in a few precious relationships before. However, if you allow me, I would love to be your first kiss, today." He emetized the time with a kiss on your fingers, then your knuckles, then across your arm, your jaw. And finally... your lips.

"Do you want to be my first-" You couldn't ask anything more because you heard and saw Jayce drop the hammer he was holding on his foot and was now leaning against his desk, cursing under his breath. "Kiss. My first kiss, Jayce. Get your brilliant mind out of the gutter."

His cheeks got hot when your eyes met across the room. "Your first kiss. Uh... you never kissed anyone before now, babe? Sorry if it sounds like a dumb question but... how? I mean you're the most beautiful, amazing woman I know!"

When he finally put his foot down, confidant that it was okay to do so, he scratched the back of his neck, further adding to his confused look. You sighed. "Thank you for saying all of that. I suppose I wanted it to be special. You told me you've managed to find a breakthrough in your research, so I wanted to reward you, and myself." As you approached him, he got a big, dumb grin that stretched all over his face.

"I see. A reward. If I knew I'd be getting one I'd spend more sleepless nights here." He wrapped his arms around your body when you stepped close and pressed your bodies close.

"No, you wouldn't. I would drag you back to your bed if that's what I had to do to make you sleep properly." And you really would have done that. For right now though Jayce did a good job, and giving him your first kiss was a reward. Jayce approached you slowly, taking great care to be gentle when kissing you, to not get too carried away. He didn't, he kept it to a gentle, long kiss, but quickly got in a few more when you tried to pull away. "You giant dork."

Mel gave you a goodnight kiss but as soon as she felt you stiffen, she pulled back. She frowned when she noticed how nervous you looked. "What's the matter? Darling, are you cold? Your hands are shaking?" She ran her thumbs over the back of your hands.

"Nervous is more like it. That was my first kiss." You said with a shy smile and tried to go in for a second one. But this time Mel stopped you, her hand acting as a barrier between you two. "Hm? What?"

"Your first kiss. And you only tell me that after I've kissed you. Have I known I wouldn't have rushed into it." She sighed heavily and looked almost guilty. She kept replaying her interactions with you in her mind, you were very confident on your date, you flirted with her quite boldly too. And when you kissed her hand, she thought you wanted more.

"What? No, Mel, I'm happy my first kiss was with you! It was perfect!" You quickly spoke up to assure her. "If I didn't want it, I would have stopped you before. But holy crap, do you have any idea how much I wanted to kiss you?! I mean honestly, do you! I hardly worked up the nerve to ask you out tonight." You scratched your cheek nervously and avoided her eyes. This felt a little embarrassing to admit when you worked so hard to remain calm and project and air of confidence with her.

Chucking into her hand, Mel cupped your cheek with the other. "Is that so? If that's all then I'm glad. You don't have to pretend with me. I can assure you too, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have said yes to our date. Much less kissed you. However, if you would allow it, I would like to re-do that kiss." Mel took your chin between her fingers and brushed her thumb against your lower lip, parting your lips just a bit before kissing you again.

[lorasdolly]

heyyy hru??

what abt a sevika fic where she’s punishing u cus u went out too late or smth

well sev or caitvi (Caitlyn and violet)

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It was nearly 2am, the sky was dark, and your head was throbbing. You almost regretted disobeying Caitlyn and Vi as you reached the front door of your home, knowing they'd be in there.

You were tired of never going out without them, and whenever you'd ask why, Caitlyn would simply say "What on earth could you possibly have to do without us?"

Your hand clenched into fists at your side, the alcohol making your head swirl. Maybe you began to understand why it'd be better to have them with you, but you had to show them you weren't a little girl like they insisted on treating you!

Your hand circled the doorknob shakily, exhaling with a huff and twisting it. The house was dark, and there was hardly any noise. For a moment, you believed they didn't even notice you were gone.

You switched on the lights and dropped your purse at the front door. Slowly, you walked towards the living room, meeting Caitlyn's stern gaze with a brow cocked. Her legs were draped over Vi's and Vi sat there with a near pitiful expression.

A whimper left your lips, bottom lip extending outwards. Caitlyn tuts at your reaction, removing her legs from Vi's and standing. Her shoes clacked on the wooden floor, now hovering above you. You stared up at her through your lashes, batting them at her in hopes she'd soften up a bit.

But that method only worked on Vi, which you saw in the corner of your eye pursing her lips with expectation. Caitlyn grabbed your jawline harshly, forcing you to avert your gaze back onto her. She saw you hiss at the sting, scoffing in return.

"Do you take me for a fool, princess?" The petname was coated with condescension, presenting the anger that edged her words. You shook your head at her, cheeks still miserably squished between her hand. She cocked a brow, "Have you lost your tongue? Speak."

"N—No." You replied, words slightly muffled because of how your face was placed in her palm, humiliating you further. "Well, you surely could speak, I'm assuming your ears work too." A huff leaves your lips at her implication, averting your gaze once again and she squeezed. “I didn’t tell you to look away.” She stated, narrowing her vision down at you.

You whimper, trying to get some sort of sympathy from her. “Didn’t I tell you not to leave this house without permission?” She interrogated, demanding an answer with her glare. “Yeah.. b—but Cait—!” You began, “I can go out alone! I can handle myself..!” Your exclamation had just dug a deeper hole for yourself and you only realized when her hand traveled to your nape and then fisting your hair, tugging on it harshly to bring you towards the couch.

You whined at the force she used, grabbing at her clothes to slow her down but she didn’t budge, bringing you to straddle her lap. She scoffed once again before speaking, “Vi, did you hear the load of crap that left her lips?” She stared directly at you, smacking your lips lightly. Vi sighed, getting closer but not touching you yet, “Just needs a firm hand, right, doll?” She mumbled, looking at you.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “Stop babying her. She said she’s a big girl and she’ll be treated as such.” She emphasized her words with a harsh tug at your hair, your hands holding onto her shoulders and whining. Vi’s hand came to stroke your hair, you knew that was a delicacy you couldn’t afford or take for granted. You pressed up against her hand but it didn’t last long when Caitlyn jerked it away.

“Don’t give her false hope, she needs to learn.” You huff, arms now crossing at how strict Caitlyn was being. Soon, you received a firm tap against your face from her, “Don’t start with the attitude.” Vi sighed, inching closer and cradling your face. “Gonna explain why’d you do that, baby?” She mumbled, just wanting to kiss you but knowing it would upset Caitlyn.

You turned to Vi and gave her puppy eyes, hoping she’d help you out of this situation. “I just wanted to go out, Vi! It’s not that serious..” The petulance behind your words and expression made Vi sigh again, disappointment prominent. Tears began to well at the sight of her being upset, Caitlyn was always angry but she snapped you right back into place without a fuss. Vi, on the other hand, always pitied you, told Caitlyn to go easy on you, and coddled you. She was truly upset this time and you could tell.

As the tears began to spill and your lips slightly parted you tried to crawl into her lap instead but Caitlyn kept her grasp on you. She held onto your hips, “Guess Vi doesn’t want to save you this time, want to repeat what you said to me?” She grabs your chin and you feel Vi leaving to the bedroom. Your tears rolled down, staring at Caitlyn, hoping she’d wipe them. But instead, she let them gather and create a damp spot on your shirt.

“Speak.” She repeated, tapping on your face firmly once again. “Wanted— wanted to go out with my friends, thought—“ You couldn’t finish your sentence when she slapped you this time, done with taps. Vi stepped into the living room agin, crouching behind you and snaking her hands around you to cradle your face and wipe the tears. Your small tears turned into streams, “You’re so mean, Cait!” You exclaimed, getting another slap across your face. “Watch your tone.”

“Shh, don’t make it worse for yourself, don’t be disrespectful.” Vi whispered, tying your wrist behind your back. “She’s just crying to win your sympathy, Vi.” Caitlyn stated, turning you to bend over her lap. Caitlyn hated how soft Vi turned for you, even when she was clearly upset. Your belly was on her lap, ass perched up. “Twenty.” Caitlyn said.

“Ten, c’mon cupcake, she’s crying.” Caitlyn shook her head, gathering your hair into an untied ponytail. “Fine, ten but she has to explain why what she did is wrong.” You kept crying but tried to stifle them, Caitlyn was trying to humiliate you. Vi helped with taking off your skirt and panties, showing your glistening cunt to her and display your ass.

Her palm clenches your hair and tugs it back so you could look at her, "Did you hear? Tell me what you did wrong." She demands, coming down onto your ass with a smack. You yelp, "Caitlyn!!" She slaps your ass again in return to the complaining, "Shut the fuck up, I told you to talk."

You whimper, "Went out and didn't tell you! Cait— Stop!" You exclaim, the fourth slap coming down on your ass. She does this till ten, tears streaming down and your cunt even wetter than it already was. Vi ran her thumb over your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick.

Caitlyn sits you up on her lap, smacking your cheek one last time. "Think I was awfully nicer than I should have been." She stated, caressing your chin gently. You shook your head, still too prideful to say sorry. You look to Vi should was removing her belt and pants, a damp spot on the fabric covering her pussy.

Vi strokes your hair, "Gonna let me take care of you?" She whispers, watching your grind down to relieve yourself against Caitlyn. Before you could agree, Caitlyn interrupted. "No, don't you think Vi deserves an apology, baby?" She questions, but it was rhetorical. "Yeah, I think she does." Caitlyn coos, watching the flushed expression on Vi's face.

You nod gently, going on all fours as Vi kneels on the couch. You stared up at her through your lashes and tugged on the boxers. "Wanna make you feel good, m'so sorry." Caitlyn tuts at how you only apologize to Vi, watching you lower her boxers and how Vi's breath catches in her throat.

Vi holds your hair back gently, "It's okay, baby, it's okay.." She whispered. Your tongue laid flat on her cunt, her hips rutting against it. "F—Fuck." You kept staring up at her, letting her use your mouth to get off.

Caitlyn came behind you, feeling silicone on your ass cheek. You whimpered at the coolness, the vibration going up Vi's core. She moaned, eyes darting to Caitlyn slipping the strap into your pussy, then smacking your ass. "Don't I deserve an apology too, baby? Only ever say sorry to Vi." She bottomed out and didn't even give you time to adjust to the stretch before thrusting out and slamming back in.

You moan, tongue quickening on Vi as she throws her head back. "Fuck—" Caitlyn's hips snapped against yours. "Answer me," You moaned, watching as Vi's orgasm fell onto her, fisting at your hair and grinding against your tongue to ride her high. Vi pulled away, spit coming down your chin, Caitlyn tugging at your hair to lift your back against her chest.

"Yeah, made Vi feel so good, what about me, baby?" She spoke directly into your ear, the squelching noises, your moans, and Vi's pants were bouncing off the walls. "Caitlyn- Cait-" She bites down on your shoulder disapprovingly. "I'm sorry– so— so fucking sorry," You respond, reaching closer to an orgasm by the moment.

"Gonna cum, princess?" She shifted her angle to fuck into your g-spot, her faux cock reaching anywhere inside you. You nodded, moaning, "Cu-cumming—" She holds your limp body in her arms, helping you stay stable.

When you were panting, she let you collapse onto the couch, head landing into Vi's lap. "Vi," You drawled out her name, finding your way into her grasp. "Love you so much," She chuckled, watching Caitlyn's reaction. She removed the strap, getting closer and kissing down your neck.

"You love me too or are you insisting on calling me mean?" A whine leaves your lips, not in the mood to argue but just be forgiven. "Nuh-uh, love you too," She chucked at how you spoke, a contrast to previously. She held you sandwiched between her and Vi.

[mameillieureennemie]

vi spitting on your pussy before eating you out, the very act rendering you speechless because you shouldn't find it as hot as you do. but it makes you wetter somehow, has you feeling slick dribbling out your already soaked cunt and you almost cum on the spot when vi delves her tongue into you.

[aimfor-theheart]

mafia au with bodyguard vi i am gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

anon i’m trying to distract myself on this flight so here take this little drabble bc i can’t get bodyguard!vi out of my mind 😖

***

You laze at your vanity, languid like a cat; taking your time to get ready. Your hair is half undone. You’re still in your sheer, dark tights and bra—some jewelry hanging from your bare skin, some still scattered on the vanity in front of you. Your martini glass gleams alongside the pearls in the lowlight of your bedroom.

You’re powdering your face when someone knocks.

“Come in,” You say, despite your state of undress.

When Vi enters, you catch her eyes in the reflection of your vanity mirror.

She curses a little, averting her gaze. You smile, slow and mischievous.

“You know, usually when people are undressed, they don’t tell someone to stroll into their bedroom.” Vi remarks.

“Oh, but I knew it was you.” You respond innocently.

She huffs a bit of a laugh. You see a muscle feather in her jaw. She’s still looking away from you, but there’s something in her face—it lurks around the edges of her expression, like she’s trying to keep it hidden.

(Hunger looks good on her.)

“I’m your bodyguard, princess. I should be standing outside your door while you get ready like this.” She says and you’ve found that she likes to tell you about what she should do with you. She likes to tell you what’s proper, as you lure her into something improper.

“Oh, relax. Have a drink, would you?” You retort, lifting your martini glass to her in the mirror as if to demonstrate. You take a sip, lemon twist and flowery gin hit your tongue in a cool burst. “I wanted company while I finish getting ready.”

She lets go of a hard sigh. “You’re trying to get me killed. Your father would have my head.”

“Good thing he’s not around tonight, then.” You hum, finally returning to your preening and powdering.

“Would you at least put on some clothes for me?” Vi asks the ceiling and really it’s almost—funny, how chivalrous she’s trying to be. Gentlemanly. She still hasn’t looked your way.

Well, that won’t do.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy.” You coo, finally turning from the mirror to face her. “Not with your reputation…”

She barks out a laugh.

“I’m being paid to protect you.” Vi reiterates and you think, at this point, she’s reminding herself more than you.

“So you can’t keep me company while I get ready?” You ask sweetly.

Her eyes cut to you before she can stop herself, a flash of blue lighting. When she takes you in, it’s with a hitched breath. Her eyes skip down the curves of your body. She looks away again.

“You’re not sly, sweetheart. I know your game.” Vi says, dragging a hand through her hair, tousling it further.

You let go of an overdramatic sigh, “Fine, fine. I’ll dress.”

And with that, you saunter to your wardrobe, where the slinky little dress you’ll be wearing tonight hangs. It’s midnight purple, shimmering like dark water at night. You pull it from the hanger and carefully slip it on. But in the back, it hangs open, zipper undone.

Your eyes cut to Vi—she’s still turned away and you trace the broad lines of her back. The sliver of her tattoo that starts at the nape of her neck.

“Vi,” You say her name so lightly, “will you help me?”

When she looks at you, it’s of the open back of your dress, all your bare skin and the silk. The lacy back of your bra—the shadow of your matching panties beneath the tights. You peek over your shoulder demurely.

Vi swallows hard.

But still, she approaches. Her footsteps are slow, heavy. And then she’s behind you and you can almost feel her, feel her warmth. You stay perfectly still for her—waiting, breath held—

The touch of her fingers against the bare skin of your lower back makes your lashes flutter. She takes the zipper in hand. With her other hand, she smoothes the fabric of the dress, palm open against the curve of your waist.

Slowly, she pulls the zipper up along your spine.

When she’s done, she settles that hand on your waist, too. Holds you.

“You’re such trouble.” She murmurs, squeezes a little into the soft give of your hips.

“I just needed your help.” You say, bedroom soft.

This little, frustrated groan works its way out of her throat. Your stomach flips, thinking of what it might sound against your throat, or inner thighs. She hangs her head and for a moment, you think she might close the rest of the distance, might let her lips fall to the nape of your neck, or press her chest all against your back—

Instead, she’s gone. Hands off you, held up like she’s trying to show she’s innocent, as she takes a few steps away from you.

She sinks into one of your loveseats—the one that faces the vanity.

“Finish getting ready, princess.”

And for once, you listen to her. You finish pinning your hair. You finish your makeup and add your jewelry. You drink the rest of your martini, the warmth of alcohol hitting you sweet and hot, somewhere in your chest.

When you’re finished, you nudge your stocking clad foot in her direction.

She knows, instantly and moves to you. She eases to one knee, and takes one of your heels in hand. She pulls your foot into her lap, then she deftly eases the shoe onto your foot. She buckles the strap around your ankle dutifully. She does the other one with the same, methodical devotion.

She looks up at you from her knees, your ankle still held in her rough palm. “Happy?” She asks.

“Endlessly.” Your smile is a cat’s curve, a crescent moon.

“You’re so spoiled.” Vi says, adjusting the strap of your heel, so it sits perfectly.

“I like to be taken care of, that’s all.” You say primly.

She snorts at that, and squeezes your ankle in her strong hand. “Princess?” She says, eyes dark and imploring, looking up at you—

It’s such a good look on her. Like this, on her knees.

“Hm?”

She stands slowly, now towering over you. You slowly tip your head back to look up at her. And she even takes your chin in hand, makes you hold her eyes.

“Don’t run off tonight.” She warns.

Your smile turns sharp—eyes dancing with mischief.

“But you always did love a good chase.”

(Hunger looks good on her.)

[cheyisagirlkisser]

vi with sensitive boobs🤭

18+ content below. mentions of oral sex, fingering, and grinding on vi's boobs. honestly thinking of making a post with a bunch of links of vi fanart with her tits out bc i'm so obsessed with them...

Vi with sensitive boobs I'm taking a leap with this and saying she would probably have nipple piercings, too. Just imagine being on your knees, face between her legs as her juices drip down your chin. She tastes so good, but half of your focus is on the way her breath hitches when you roll her nipples between your fingers.

"Fuck-" she curses, struggling to even look down at you. "You're going to kill me." You moan against her pussy in response to her words, and she lovingly pries you off of it and into her lap.

She guides your wet lips to her chest, and leans against the headboard when you begin to suck on her tits. She loves when you eat her out, no doubt about it; there's just something special about your mouth on her nipples, hot tongue flicking against the cold metal of her piercing as you stuff her cunt full of your digits and ride her thigh.

But here is another thought..grinding against Vi's boobs. This may be a reach, but I just like to imagine Vi laid out, nipples risen into two peaks. It's a beautiful sight, one that makes your mouth water at the thought of your clit brushing against one of her nipples. She'd hold your hips, too. Guide you through it nice and slow as she tells you she can feel the way your pussy is dripping onto her skin. Vi is sensitive, so your pretty cunt grinding on her boobs, back and forth against her sensitive nipples?

You would feel her tense up, the messiest sounds possible escaping her. Almost out of confusion, you'd glance back at her pussy. She definitely came just from you riding her tits.

I personally think Vi would be a huge fan of her girl grinding on her boobs and would probably cum from it from time to time.

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Mine to Command ✞⛧

Warnings: explicit sexual content, power dynamics, dominance and submission, strap-on use, overstimulation, mild rough play, begging, gagging, throat fucking, riding

Word count: 2.4k

Vi’s breath hitched as your fingers traced the edge of her bandaged forearm, your touch light but deliberate. Her gray eyes flickered to yours, a mix of defiance and curiosity swirling in their depths. She wasn’t used to this—this kind of attention, this kind of vulnerability. But with you, it was different. With you, she felt safe enough to let her guard down, even if it was just a little.

“You gonna bottom easily this time… or…?” you murmured, your teeth grazing her jaw as your hands reached down to palm at her ass, sliding down the back of her shorts. The fabric was rough against your fingertips, but the warmth of her skin beneath was intoxicating.

Vi shivered, another small gasp escaping her lips as she shook her head slightly. The defiant words she’d planned got caught in her throat, drowned out by the heat of your touch. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she managed to get out, her voice wavering slightly.

“I would,” you mumbled in return, your hands moving to pull down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. Her folds were exposed, glistening slightly in the dim light of the room. One of your hands traced lightly along her pink slit, watching as Vi bit her lip, her body tensing under your touch.

She let her sports bra hit the floor, then, with a bit of defiant resistance, pushed her hands against your chest, shoving you backwards until you hit the couch. You grunted, blowing a strand of hair out of your face as you looked up at her with a quizzical raise of your eyebrow.

Vi used the momentum to climb on top of you, her arms pinning yours down into the couch. A smug smile played on her lips as she looked down at you. “Did ya think you were gonna pull the dominant stuff this time?” she teased, her hips dropping down to sit in your lap. Your hands reached up to smooth over her bare hips, kneading into the flesh.

You pressed your clothed thigh against her, grinding it into the crotch of her cunt. A deep, pleasured exhale escaped her lips as she rocked against your thigh, her arms still holding you down firmly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing ragged. “God, and I thought I’d be the first to give in to the temptation right away,” she muttered, her voice trembling with need.

“Mmh,” you hummed, pushing back against her hands just enough to capture one of her nipples in your mouth. Vi gasped, her body jerking slightly as your tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. She tried to keep her arms pinned down, but they trembled under the weight of pleasure coursing through her. Her grinding became more forceful, her hips moving in desperate little circles as she tried to stifle a moan.

“Hnnnggh, ah, fuck…” she groaned quietly, her head tilting back as her body trembled. Her hands finally released their grip on your arms, dropping down to rest on top of your head instead. She held you there, her fingers tightening in your hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations.

You bit down lightly on the skin beside her nipple, leaving a faint imprint of your teeth behind. Vi’s body jerked, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as the mix of pleasure and pain short-circuited her mind. She sagged against you, her grip on your hair tightening as she tried to hold back the sounds escaping her lips.

Pulling your mouth back from her now swollen and red nipple, you smirked up at her. “What happened to you being in charge?” you teased, licking up the valley of her breasts as your hands tightened on her hips, forcing her to move faster against your thigh. The rough fabric of your pants scratched deliciously against her aching clit, driving her closer to the edge.

Vi’s thoughts were scattered, her breathing coming in shallow gasps as she looked down at you, her eyes pleading. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Alright, go get the strap,” you said, tapping her hips to signal for her to get off. She practically scrambled off you, making her way to the bedroom to grab one of the various toys the two of you had collected over the years. Her movements were frantic, her need palpable as she returned with the harness and the silicone dildo.

You slid the harness over your hips, the toy standing at attention as Vi knelt in front of you. Her eyes locked on the strap, her mouth watering slightly as she leaned forward, opening her lips to lick up the underside of the fake length. Her hands rested on your thighs, her touch trembling with anticipation.

“Just gettin’ right to it, I see…” you teased, your hand sliding into her hair as she swirled her tongue around the tip of the toy. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, searching for your reaction as she took the head into her mouth, sucking on it slowly. Her knees shifted, trying to grind against each other, but you stopped her with your boot, not allowing her the relief she craved.

“Good girl, Vi. Taking my cock so well,” you purred, your hips moving to meet her mouth. The sight of her sucking on the silicone dildo was enough to keep you going, even if you weren’t physically getting off.

Vi pushed forward, taking more of the toy into her mouth and throat, her eyes watering slightly. The sound echoed through the room, and though the sensation was a little painful, the feeling of you controlling her sent a thrill down her spine. She was completely at your mercy, desperate to please you.

“Gag on it,” you commanded, shoving her head down further until her nose hit your pubic bone. Vi’s eyes widened, a small gasp escaping her throat as she obeyed, choking slightly as she pushed herself to take more of the toy. Her body trembled, her hands gripping your thighs for balance as she gave in completely to the sensations.

Pulling her mouth off the toy, you tugged her hair back, looking down at her with a satisfied smirk. Vi’s eyes were hazy, her breath coming in small puffs as she looked up at you, completely at your mercy.

Vi’s hazy eyes met yours, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. The drool still connecting her lips to the strap was proof of her submission, her willingness to give herself entirely to you. Her hands trembled as they rested on your thighs, her body still thrumming with the remnants of the pleasure you’d just wrung from her. But she wasn’t done. Not even close.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her need. Her fingers dug into your thighs, her nails leaving little crescent marks through the fabric of your pants. “Let me ride you. I need it. I need you.”

You leaned back against the couch, your smirk deepening as you watched her. Vi was always so defiant, so fiercely independent, but here, like this, she was all vulnerability and raw desire. It was intoxicating.

“And why should I let you, hm?” you teased, your fingers trailing along her jaw, tilting her chin up so her eyes met yours.

“Because I’m dying,” she choked out, her voice breaking as she ground herself against your thigh. “I need to feel you inside me. I need to—” She cut herself off with a whimper, “Please, baby. Please.”

You couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped your lips. Vi’s desperation was endearing, her neediness so unlike her usual bravado. But you weren’t going to make it easy for her. Not yet.

“Beg for it,” you murmured, your voice low and commanding. Your hand slid into her hair again, tugging lightly to keep her eyes on yours. “Tell me what you want.”

Vi’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she processed your words. For a moment, it looked like she might argue, might try to regain some semblance of control. But then her body betrayed her again, legs shifting and rubbing against your boot.

“I want to ride you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel that strap deep inside me. I want to— Please, baby. Let me.”

You hummed softly, considering her words. Vi was always so stubborn, so reluctant to let go of any sense of control. But here, now, she was pleading with you, offering herself up in a way she rarely did. It was a gift, and one you weren’t about to ignore.

“Alright,” you murmured, your hand releasing her hair to slide down her back. “But remember—” You leaned down to her level, your lips brushing against her ear as you spoke. “This is still my show. You’re mine, Vi. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, her hands gripping your shoulders as she move into your lap, trying to position herself. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. You could feel her wetness soaking through your pants, her arousal unmistakable.

“Good girl,” you purred, your hands guiding her hips as she straddled you, positioning herself over the strap. Her hands were shaking as she reached down, gripping the base of the silicone dildo as she tried to align it with her entrance.

“Take your time,” you murmured, your hands resting on her hips, steadying her. “I’ve got you.”

Vi nodded again, her breath hitching as she slowly lowered herself onto the strap. The first inch was always the most intense, and you could see the way her body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to adjust. Her hands tightened on your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she took another inch, then another.

“Shh, you’re doing so good,” you murmured, your hands moving to her waist, guiding her as she sank down further. “Just like that, baby. Take it all.”

Vi’s head fell back, a soft cry escaping her lips as she finally took the entire length of the strap. Her body was trembling, her muscles clenching around the toy as she tried to catch her breath. You could feel her heat, her wetness, the way her body seemed to draw the strap deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her hands moving to your chest, trying to steady herself. “Fuck, it’s so— so much.”

“You can take it,” you murmured, your hands sliding up to her ribs, feeling the way her body shuddered under your touch. “You’re so strong, Vi. My good girl.”

She whimpered at the praise, her hips shifting slightly as she started to move. It was tentative at first, her movements slow and cautious as she adjusted to the sensation. But soon, her body took over, her hips rocking against you as she chased the pleasure she’d been denied for so long.

“That’s it,” you murmured, your hands guiding her hips as she started to move faster. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”

Vi’s head fell forward, her forehead resting against yours as she rode you. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling with every movement. You could feel her muscles clenching around the strap, her wetness coating the toy as she moved faster, harder, her desperation evident in every thrust.

“You feel so good,” she gasped, her hands gripping your shoulders as she rode you. “So— so fucking good.”

You hummed in agreement, your hands sliding up to her breasts, your fingers teasing her nipples as she moved. Vi’s breath hitched, her body arching into your touch as she tried to take more, to feel more. Her movements were frantic now, her body trembling on the edge of release.

But you weren’t going to let her come just yet. Not like this.

With a sharp movement, you flipped her, pinning her against the couch as you hovered above her. Vi’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at you, her body still trembling with need.

“Wha— what are you doing?” she gasped, her hands reaching up to grip your shoulders.

“I told you,” you murmured, your voice low and dangerous. “This is my show.”

Vi’s eyes widened as you pressed the strap deeper inside her, your hands gripping her hips as you started to move. It was relentless, the pace quick and hard, each thrust driving the toy deeper into her. Vi’s hands flew to the couch, gripping the cushions as she tried to steady herself, her body trembling under the force of your movements.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her head falling back as you pounded into her. “Fuck, baby, please!”

You could feel her body tightening around the strap, her muscles clenching as she got closer and closer to the edge. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her hands clawing at the couch as she tried to hold on.

“Come for me,” you commanded, your voice low and firm. “Now.”

Vi’s body convulsed as she obeyed, her muscles clenching around the strap as she came with a loud, desperate cry. Her back arched off the couch, her hands gripping the cushions as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. You could feel her wetness coating the strap, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

But you weren’t done yet. Not even close.

Your hips continued to move, driving the strap deeper into her as she came down from her high. Vi’s eyes were wide, her mouth open in a silent scream as you continued to pound into her, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release.

“Fuck, baby, please,” she gasped, her hands reaching up to grip your shoulders. “I can’t— I can’t take it.”

“You can,” you murmured, your voice low and firm.

Vi’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as you continued to move, her wetness coating the strap as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge again. She was completely at your mercy, her body responding to your every touch, your every movement.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at you. “Please, baby, I need—”

You didn’t let her finish. Your lips crashed against hers, silencing her as you continued to move, your hips driving the strap into her sloppy cunt. Vi’s hands flew to your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she kissed you back, her body trembling with need.

“You’re mine,” you murmured against her lips, your hips moving faster, harder. “Mine.”

Vi’s body convulsed again as she came, her muscles clenching around the strap as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands clawed at your back, her nails leaving little crescent marks as she tried to hold on, her body trembling under the force of her release

[vauer]

Vi & Jinx x reader

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

SUMMARY: no weird incest shit, just them fucking you

CW: fem!reader, crazy reader (i guess?..), smut, threesome, dirty, face sitting, tribbing, tit sucking, biting, marking, tears, blood, gunplay, knife play, choking, degradation(?), squirting, that's all I think

(HEAR ME OUT AND DON'T KILL ME PLEASE, by the way, English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes 💌)

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Jinx’s raspy manic giggle sounds right above your ear as her gun moves torturously slow inside you. Her hair tickles your bare shoulder, her nails slightly scratch your waist and you can't help but be overwhelmed feeling every cold metallic edge of her gun as she pulls Vi’s head closer to your chest with her free hand. Vi’s tongue swirls around your hard nipple, her irritated growl sending pleasant waves down your spine.

“Don't get carried away, Jinx,” she mutters, continuing to devour your boobs with the passion of a starved animal. You moan as her teeth sink into your flesh, but you're too dazed to realize how hard the bite was, too focused on the tugging feeling in the pit of your stomach, right where Jinx's gun is thrusting. The thrill, the danger were turning you on more than anything. Even the dull ache between your legs seems torturously sweet now as you're dripping all over the damn gun ready to cum in any second.

"Not yet," Jinx purrs, slowing her movements inside you. Her hot tongue runs over your temple, wiping away drops of cold sweat.

“Come on, dont torture her” Vi chickles, her hand slides down your body to reach your aching clit, rubbing it lightly just to bring you to the desired orgasm. Jinx pouts, but immediately forgets about it, seeing how your cunt greedily swallows her gun as you arch your back, feeling strong waves of pleasure that almost make you faint. The sound of the gun's safety release startles you out of your daze.

“Relax” Jinx laughs slowly pulling a soaked gun out of your convulsing walls.

The smell of sex fills your nostrils, and you have absolutely no strength to think straight. You let Vi place you down on the cold wooden floor. All you can do is whine desperately as she throws your leg on her shoulder and starts rubbing her wet folds against your throbbing clit, overstimulating you beyond limits. Your moans swiftly interrupted by Jinx’s pussy shamelessly squirming on your face. You pounce on her, feeling her sweet and salty juices on your tongue.She giggles loudly with pleasure, and you can only imagine her biting her lower lip deliciously in an attempt to be quieter.

Your mind goes completely blank as you feel Vi cumming on your sensitive pussy, letting out a quiet whine and making Jinx giggle mockingly. Then Vi’s strong hand suddenly slightly squeezes your throat, making you choke on your own saliva and Jinx’s wetness running down your throat. Vi’s mouth appears on your collarbone biting you hard enough to leave a mark and make you bleed. You feel a tiny hot trickle running down between your tits and she licks it off with a satisfied hum.

Vi leans down once more to eat your abused cunt out and you feel Jinx bending over your lower abdomen, holding something in her hand.

“I think my sis is thirsty, you know?” she murmured through moans which you licked out of her. Then you feel sharp pain in your lower stomach right above your pubis, as she starts scratching your flesh with a knife, drawing something. This, combined with Vi’s lips sucking on your clit, drives you completely crazy with fear and excitement. You desperately arch your back trying to escape pain and tortuous stimulation. Blood runs down between your legs and Vi gladly laps on it, eating you out with even more passion now.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as her fingers wrapped around your throat again. Jinx presses the knife into your skin harder making you choke and whimper. She feels your tears on her thighs and feels how you squirm in agony under her. Vi roughly bites your clit, and your plaintive cry finally makes Jinx cum. She needily rides your face and you feel her squirt on your tongue. You're so drunk and dumb with arousal that you drink every last drop.

Your mind is hazy with overwhelming pain and pleasure when Vi brings you to another painful orgasm. Then she bites on your lower abdomen as if adding the final word to the inscription “Jinx was here” carved there.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

P.S. Guys, stop texting that it's incest, because it's not. Like, they literally don't have any sexual interactions with each other here, hello???

P.S.S. Okay, it's useless, text whatever you want 💌

[shouyuus]

came by to drop off this thought, vi loves when you wear specifically victoria secret™️ lingerie because she loves seeing the lil v branding on your body

wait but can we TALK about it tho (and also fun fact, vs has a line of crotchless lingerie -- i will leave that thought there for it to marinate)

u kno that one trend of girls being like "honey it's time for bed!!" and then standing there with their robe open, and their gamer!bf's coming like "but i gotta game -- SORRY BOYS GOTTA GO --"

CONSIDER. doing that trend with gamer!gf vi except instead of being naked ur in this brand new vs lingerie set, and you know how she gets when she's on a win-streak but you also wanna sleep (read: get railed) so you call for her like --

"vi? babe -- c'mere i want a kiss goodnight!"

and she like obviously, being the great gf she is, immediately comes to give u a kiss goodnight but the moment she sets eyes on you all dolled up in bed for her she's like --

"OKAY sorry guys i uh -- i -- there's an emergency i have to -- there's some uh --"

jayce and ekko and jinx all on the line like "OMG UR DEF ditching us for ur gf."

and vi's just like "SHUT UP the uh -- there's a leak in the -- the bedroom --"

and jinx is like "yeah a leak in your fucking panties, probably --"

ekko like "WHOA there we are NOT on mute --"

vi clicking off so quick she almost rips her headphones out of the jack from her computer, stumbling back into the bedroom to find you lying there laughing. she groans, her eyes going hooded --

"you're a liar... but at least you're a pretty one."

you shrug, batting your lashes up at her, "i wasn't lying -- i did want a kiss goodnight. i didn't say that was all i wanted though... did i?"

vi climbing on the bed to cage you beneath her, "no... that you didn't."

[cursedyuri]

au where vi is your middle-aged neighbor who’s recently divorced and spends her time fixing up a rusty shitbox car in her garage, chugging beer after beer between cigarette puffs and blasting butt rock from a 90s-era boombox. send tweet

[misaerabl]

Pierced

CONTENT: wc…3.7k ✦ vampire reader x vampire hunter vi, vi being a good girl for reader teehee, biting, tit-sucking, a lot of sexual tension, vi calls reader a monster, reader calls vi a good girl (multiple times), vi was drinking a bit but she's still completely sober and aware, bloodsucking (not proofread at all, SORRY) SUMMARY: Vi has spent years hunting you, a vampire as beautiful as you are dangerous. She swore to put an end to your existence, yet every encounter ended the same—you taunting her, slipping through her grasp like smoke. But tonight is different?

She had been hunting you for years.

Vi didn’t know when it became an obsession—when the chase stopped being just about duty and started sinking its claws into something deeper, something darker. At first, it was simple: a vampire terrorizing the city, leaving behind bodies drained and discarded. A job for a hunter like her. But then she saw you.

Demonizingly beautiful. Unholy in the way that no creature should be. A face carved by something cruel, something that wanted to see men—and hunters—fall to their knees. Vi wasn’t weak. She told herself that every time she tracked your movements, every time she found herself too late, standing in the aftermath of your existence. She should’ve hated you. And she did.

But hate didn’t explain the way your voice haunted her long after you disappeared into the night. The way your taunts replayed in her head like a song she couldn’t shake.

“Poor Vi,” you had once cooed, perched on a rooftop above her, lips stained red. “You chase me like you don’t already belong to me.”

She almost got you that night. Almost. But you were always just out of reach.

Until now.

She was alone in her apartment, the silence pressing in as she nursed a drink and thought of ways to trap you, to finally end this sick game. But the air shifted. A prickle ran down her spine.

And then she saw it—your figure standing on her balcony, illuminated by the faint moonlight.

You had come to her.

Vi didn’t hesitate. The moment she saw you, bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight, she reached for the dagger at her belt. Silver. Blessed. The only thing she trusted against something like you.

She rose from her chair, movements fluid, controlled—only the sharp inhale of breath gave her away. She stepped outside, the night air cool against her skin, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her weapon.

And there you were.

Beautiful as ever. Too beautiful. Your crimson eyes locked onto hers, piercing, knowing, as if you could see straight through her—through the anger, the obsession, the flickering, unspoken thing that lingered beneath it all.

And you smiled. Gentle. Soft. So out of place on something as monstrous as you.

Vi’s grip tightened, but her feet felt heavier than they should.

"You’ve been thinking about me," you said, voice like a whisper, like a lullaby meant to ensnare. "I could feel it."

Vi exhaled through her nose. "Shame. I was hoping you’d feel this instead." She lifted the dagger just enough for you to see, the silver catching the moonlight.

But you didn’t flinch. Didn’t move at all.

"You won’t use it."

Her jaw clenched. "You wanna test that theory?"

You tilted your head, amusement flickering across your face. "If it helps you sleep at night."

Vi hated the way your voice slithered under her skin, the way the space between you felt unbearably small despite the distance. She had spent years trying to kill you. So why did it feel like you were the one in control?

Vi’s voice was steady, sharp as a blade. “You’re a monster.”

You didn’t react. Not at first.

“You kill,” she continued, taking a slow step forward, dagger still poised. “You prey on people—innocent people. You feed on them like they’re nothing.” Her voice turned to steel. “And you expect me to believe that smile?”

A gasp left your lips, soft and exaggerated. You pressed a hand to your chest, fingers splayed over where your heart should be beating. The movement made Vi’s eyes flick down, just for a second—just long enough to notice the dried blood beneath your nails.

“Oh, Vi,” you sighed, tilting your head. “You wound me.” Your lips curled into something almost pouty, but the amusement in your eyes was undeniable.

Vi clenched her jaw. “You don’t get to act innocent when you still have someone’s blood on your hands.”

You glanced down at your fingers, examining them as if you’d forgotten. Then, you dragged one nail against your palm, smearing the blood slightly, before meeting her gaze again.

“I was hungry,” you admitted with a shrug. “Can you really blame me?”

Vi’s breath came a little too fast, her body too tense, her grip on the dagger too tight.

God, she hated you.

Or maybe—maybe she hated whatever it was you were doing to her.

You took a step forward, slow and deliberate, your gaze never leaving hers. Vi’s fingers twitched around the hilt of her dagger, but she didn’t move.

Didn’t run. Didn’t strike.

Didn’t do a damn thing as you closed the distance between you like a shadow creeping under a door.

“I bet you taste so good,” you murmured, voice low, dripping with something too dangerous to be called teasing. Your eyes flickered down, tracing the curve of her throat, the rapid pulse beneath her skin.

Vi swallowed, her grip tightening. "Try it, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do."

You only smiled, stepping even closer. She could smell you now—something faintly sweet, something intoxicating, something that made her head feel too light.

"You say that," you mused, tilting your head. "But your heart is racing, Vi. Just a little."

Her jaw clenched. "You don’t scare me."

"No?" You reached out, fingers ghosting over the collar of her shirt, and Vi flinched. Not because it hurt. Because it didn’t. Because your touch was light, deliberate, like you were savoring the moment. "Then why haven’t you stopped me?"

She should’ve shoved you away. Should’ve driven the dagger straight into your ribs.

Instead, she stood there, breathing too hard, letting you lean in until your lips were just barely brushing the air between you.

And then you whispered, “I wonder if you’d let me.”

You moved even closer, so close that Vi could feel the faintest shift in the air between you. Your lashes fluttered as you took a slow, deliberate inhale, letting her scent fill your lungs.

And she just stood there.

Frozen. Like she hadn’t spent years chasing you, swearing she’d kill you the second she got the chance. But here she was, dagger clutched tightly in her hand, and she wasn’t using it.

Vi exhaled sharply through her nose. “You really don’t value your life, do you?”

You let out a low hum, tilting your head. “Oh, I do. I just know you won’t take it.”

Vi let out a short, humorless laugh. “You think I won’t kill you?”

You grinned, fangs just barely peeking past your lips. “I think you’d miss me too much.”

Vi scowled, but you saw the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. The tension crackled between you, thick and electric, coiling around her like a serpent waiting to strike.

And then, with the slow grace of something that had all the time in the world, you leaned in—your lips hovering just above her pulse.

Vi sucked in a breath, muscles locking, but she didn’t pull away.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t stop you.

Your tongue flicked out, warm and deliberate, tracing a slow, languid path along her neck.

Vi shuddered.

Her grip on the dagger faltered, just slightly.

And you—oh, you smiled against her skin.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her eyes again. They were darker now, filled with something you couldn’t quite place—something she probably didn’t want to name.

“Is that what you really think of me?” you asked, voice smooth, velvety. “A monster?”

Vi’s jaw tightened. “You kill people.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “So do you.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t, maybe. Her breath was uneven, her pulse still hammering beneath her skin—so loud, so alive.

You leaned in again, not bothering to hide your smirk as your tongue flicked out once more, dragging along the spot you’d just teased.

Vi exhaled sharply through her nose, a muscle in her jaw twitching.

Your voice was barely a whisper against her skin.

“Funny,” you murmured. “You taste like you don’t want me to stop.”

Her entire body tensed when you leaned down, her heart skipping a beat at the feel of your nose brushing against her neck. It was embarrassing—how her skin tingled at the simple action, how her breath hitched against her will. She forced herself to look at you, to keep her head straight, when every part of her wanted to tilt—wanted to give you more access.

Your voice was a purr against her ear. “Do you think you could quench my thirst?” Your lips barely grazed her skin, your breath warm, teasing. “Darling, you just look so good…”

Vi shuddered. She hated this. Hated how her body responded, how she wasn’t pushing you away, wasn’t lifting her damn dagger to stop you.

“Stop.” Her voice came out strained, uneven. “Please… stop.”

Yet she did nothing.

And neither did you.

Your hand rested on her shoulder, your fingers curling slightly, grounding her in something that felt like both comfort and possession. And then—soft, barely there—you kissed her neck.

Vi let out a sharp exhale, her fists clenching at her sides.

God, she already tasted so good.

You hummed, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of her—warm, alive, something utterly intoxicating.

“Stop,” she whispered again, weaker this time.

You pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Do you mean it?”

Silence.

Then—so quiet, you almost didn’t hear it—

“…No.”

Vi exhaled shakily. “Don’t stop.”

Your grin was slow, fangs glinting in the dim light.

You were both vulnerable, at each other’s mercy. It was almost ironic. You could tear her apart, sink your fangs into her skin, and drain her in mere seconds—and she, she could ram her dagger into your heart without hesitation. But for some reason, neither of you moved.

Everything was so messed up, yet, in a twisted way, it made perfect sense.

Vi swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. She looked up into your eyes, her own filled with something she refused to admit—something she couldn’t hide. The need. The desire.

It was all there.

"Will you let me… taste you?"

Your voice was a whisper, smooth and intoxicating, wrapping around her like a spell. Vi hesitated—just for a moment. She shouldn’t want this. She couldn’t want this.

And yet… she did.

“Yes,” she breathed.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your lips. “Good girl.”

You leaned in, your breath warm against her skin, savoring the moment before finally sinking your fangs into her neck.

The moment your fangs pierced her skin, warmth flooded your senses—rich, intoxicating, utterly consuming. Her blood was unlike anything you’d tasted before, sweet with a hint of something electric, something alive. It burned as it slid down your throat, like the finest of wines mixed with the very essence of her—strength, defiance, and something dangerously close to surrender.

Vi’s breath hitched, her body going rigid beneath you before melting, a sharp gasp slipping from her lips. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as if she could fight against the way her body reacted—the way heat coiled low in her stomach, the way her pulse fluttered under your lips.

You drank slowly, savoring every drop, your tongue brushing against the wound as if soothing the sting, as if pretending this was something gentle. But it wasn’t. It was possession. It was hunger.

And God, she tasted divine.

Her head fell back, her body going limp against you, and you caught her with ease—one arm wrapping around her back, the other cradling the back of her head. You held her like something precious, like something yours.

“God…” she moaned, voice breathless, the sharp sting of your bite mixing with a pleasure she didn’t dare name.

You pulled back after a few seconds, your tongue sweeping over the fresh wound, lapping up the remnants of her blood. Some of it still dripped from your lips, warm and rich, and you swallowed it down as you stared at her.

She was panting, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The look in her eyes was a tangled mess of disbelief and want, like she couldn’t comprehend how much she had needed your touch—how much she still craved it.

When you leaned in again, dragging your tongue slowly over the bite, she let out a soft, helpless whine. Her neck stung, her body ached, but none of it mattered.

You’re a monster.

The thought rang in her head, clear and sharp like the blade she still grasped in her trembling hand. She should drive it into your chest, pierce through flesh and bone, end this before she lost herself any further. It’s what you deserved. It’s what she had sworn to do.

And yet… she couldn’t.

Her grip on the dagger tightened, but her other hand—traitorous, desperate—clung to you instead. Her body burned where you had touched her, where your lips had lingered, where your fangs had torn into her. It should have made her sick. It should have filled her with rage.

But all she felt was need.

She needed more of you.

The beautiful, haunting creature before her—so utterly inhuman, yet so devastatingly real—had her wrapped in something she didn’t understand. You were terrifying in your power, in your hunger, in the way you smiled at her like you knew every thought racing through her mind.

And God, maybe you did.

Vi swallowed, her breath unsteady, her body betraying her as she leaned into your touch instead of pulling away. You were beautiful. Beautiful in a way that was wrong, that was twisted, that was broken.

And she wanted more.

Maybe it was the blood loss. Maybe it was the heat still pulsing through her veins from where your lips had been. Maybe it was the way you looked at her—head tilted, eyes glowing, licking her blood from your lips like she was the finest thing you’d ever tasted.

Oh, God, forgive her. She wasn’t thinking straight.

Her dagger still sat heavy in her grasp, her fingers curled around the hilt like it was the last thread tethering her to reason. But reason felt distant now, slipping through her like sand, replaced by something darker. Something warmer.

“You did so well for me,” you purred, your voice dripping with satisfaction, with something she couldn’t name. “Such a good girl.”

She shouldn’t have felt that shiver down her spine.

She shouldn’t have been staring at your lips, still stained with her blood.

She shouldn’t have wanted to hear more.

Her hand slipped beneath the fabric of your elegant, long dress, fingers trailing over the bare skin beneath your low-cut top, feeling the cold skin of your breasts.

You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden heat of her touch. The dagger she had held so tightly fell from her fingers, clattering to the ground, forgotten. In that moment, you knew—she was yours.

Her guard was completely shattered. She no longer cared about the blade, the danger, or the consequences. All that mattered was you.

Her hands roamed over your skin, pulling you closer, every touch telling you what words could not. She was lost, consumed by the need you had sparked in her. And you could feel it. Every tremor in her fingers, every breath she took, spoke of a desire she couldn’t fight anymore.

She was completely undone. And she didn’t want to be saved.

She pushed you gently, the sudden pressure forcing you backward. Your lower back collided with the cool railing of the balcony, the edge digging into your spine, but you hardly noticed.

Now both of her hands remained on your skin, trailing with deliberate slowness beneath the cloth of your dress, exploring, caressing. The sensation was electric, every touch setting your nerves on fire as she grew bolder, her fingers brushing over every inch of exposed flesh.

You could feel the heat radiating from her, the desperation in the way she touched you, as if she couldn't get close enough. The world around you faded, leaving only the sound of her breath and the feeling of her hands, relentless and tender at the same time.

And still, she didn't stop.

You could hear her heavy, desperate gasps, each one shaky and uneven, but she didn’t break the kiss. Not even for a second. Her lips were pressed to yours with an urgency that left no room for hesitation, no space for restraint.

Every breath she took mingled with yours, each one more desperate than the last, as if she was trying to inhale all of you, trying to drown in the very essence of you. Her hands continued their exploration, her touch frantic now, but still gentle—like she was afraid of breaking you, even as she pulled you closer.

But you could feel it—the hunger. The desire. It was raw and uncontained, and you couldn’t deny that you were just as lost in it as she was.

Her skilled fingers traced patterns on your bare skin, moving up to cup your breasts perfectly, causing a whisper of a moan to escape your lips. She broke the kiss only to trail her mouth along your jawline, nipping gently at your earlobe before moving down to your neck.

Her lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, soft at first, then slowly growing bolder as she began to suck, the pressure sending waves of shivers through your body. You gasped, your spine arching slightly at the sensation, every nerve on fire as she worked her way down your neck.

Her hands, relentless and sure, continued their path, moving over your chest, massaging your breasts with a delicate yet insistent pressure. Her thumbs circled over your hardened peaks, each motion slow and calculated, driving you to the edge of madness. She was so careful, so deliberate, it was as if she was savoring every second.

You could feel your heart racing beneath her lips, pounding in your chest as her kisses grew hungrier, more urgent. She nuzzled against your collarbone, breathing you in, her scent mingling with yours in the air. Then she kissed her way down your collar, open-mouthed, leaving heated trails of pleasure behind.

Her fingers tightened possessively around your breasts, and it felt as though she was claiming you, marking you as hers.

For a moment, the roles seemed reversed. She was the hungry one, the one consuming, devouring every inch of you with an intensity that made you dizzy. And you couldn’t help but let her.

Vi's hands left your breasts to tangle in your hair, holding your head still as she continued her kisses down your collar, leaving a trail of warmth against your skin. She buried her face against your chest, breathing in deeply.

Her mouth moved lower, capturing one hard peak between her lips and sucking deeply. You moaned, your fingers finding her hair and pulling slightly. She released the first breast only to capture the second one, her tongue flicking against the hardened nub before she sucked again, alternating between your breasts hungrily.

One hand remained on your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between her fingers as her mouth moved from one breast to the other, alternating between gentle sucking and tender biting. The sensation made you arch your back, pressing yourself further into her mouth as one hand found its way into her hair, pulling her closer.

You tossed your head back, your hair flying behind you as she continued to worship your breasts. Her free hand roamed your body, feeling your curves, your waist, before settling on your other breast, squeezing and kneading it as she sucked hard on the other, making you cry out in ecstasy.

You were panting now, your chest heaving as she continued her dual attention on your breasts. She looked up, seeing your face contorted with pleasure, your mouth open in a silent 'O' as she alternated between sucking and biting gently, her hands never stopping their kneading and squeezing.

The cool night breeze was a sharp contrast to the heat that simmered between you two. It swept across the balcony, tousling your hair, the wind grazing your skin like a tender, fleeting touch. The chill seemed to only intensify the warmth that pulsed between your bodies, an electric tension that refused to dissipate, no matter how soft the breeze was.

Suddenly, a rustling sound from just outside snapped you out of the moment. You instinctively pushed Vi back, and the look she gave you was almost childlike—a mix of confusion and disappointment, as if you had taken away her favorite toy.

"Do you hear that?" you asked, your voice low and tense.

She grunted, clearly frustrated at the interruption. "It’s probably just an animal," she muttered, but before you could respond, she quickly leaned in again, trying to close the distance between you.

You stopped her, lifting your top back up with a teasing smile, as if reminding her of the world outside the bubble you’d both created. Her eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and desire, but you could see the fight leave her as she stood there, waiting for the next move.

"God, you taste so good," Vi murmured, her voice desperate, and you smirked, enjoying the praise. "As did you," you replied smoothly, savoring the moment.

But just as you were about to lose yourself in the moment with her, a voice called from the hallway. "Vi! Are you with someone up there?"

Vi didn’t answer, her eyes still on you, but the voice repeated, "I’m coming up!" Footsteps could be heard approaching the stairs.

Her face twisted in frustration, but her desire for you was overwhelming. "It’s nothing. They’ll leave eventually." She tried to reach for you again, clearly not wanting to be interrupted.

You stood firm, cold and unyielding, watching the door as you said, "Go."

Vi hesitated, the want in her eyes clashing with her need to keep you close. But eventually, reluctantly, she left to answer the door. You could hear her barely muffled voice as she spoke to the person on the other side.

The loud knocking sounded again, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone stepping inside. And then the voice—sharply—spoke, "Is that a bite mark on your neck, Violet?"

You knew it was time to disappear.

Without another word, you slipped out of the balcony, vanishing into the night, your figure swallowed by the shadows. You didn’t look back. You never did.

Vi, however, would be left with nothing but her own confusion and desire, and you knew she would find her way back to you.

[moonbrightart]

Finally over my art block :D

[mameillieureennemie]

vi pushing your head down into the mattress as she pounds into you from behind, all whimpers and whines because she really wants you to cum. the moment she hears your muffled moans go silent, your back curving into a deep arch as your cunt flutters messily around her strap, vi sees stars and cums in seconds.

[jinxedjazz]

A/N: vi x reader, (breakup era/pit fighter) vi sneaks into your room in the middle of the night, purely just vi being horny and wanting you tbh, inspired by the song middle of the night by elley duhé i hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! (thank you @/things4your for the header! and @/cafekitsune for the dividers! <3)

warnings: this does contain smut so please 18+ readers only!

word count: 1274

Your ears twitched, alerted by the sharp sound of creaking wood in the middle of the night. You assumed it was another animal trying to find a place to sleep, but the noise persisted. With a groan, you raised your head hesitantly, glancing over to the corner of your room. Was someone trying to break in? But before you could react, the aperture suddenly jutted upward with a loud crack, allowing in a cold breeze and a pale hand to cling to its ledge. 

“Shit!” you cursed, clumsily pulling yourself out of tangled sheets. “Shitshitshit.” Quickly, you dropped to the floor, blindly reaching out to anything you could find underneath your bed. You hunched over, hiding yourself from view, desperately searched for any type of makeshift weapon you could have possibly had lying around. 

“Waiting for someone?” The voice rang out. 

Huh? 

The question had caught you off guard, you lifted your head, nearly hitting it on the ledge of your bed to find the intruder was not a stranger, but rather someone familiar. 

“Vi?!” you whispered in disbelief, and slight irritation. “I couldn’t help but notice your window was unlocked.” She commented, blowing an obstructing strand of hair out of her vision with a short breath. Unbelievable. 

“You know you can use the front door right? Instead of scaring the shit out of me!” you scolded, watching her effortlessly pull herself through your window. “Sorry cupcake.” with a loud thud, her boots hit the floor as she rose to her natural height. “Think of it as–” she trailed off, glancing around your room, trying to catch her breath, “teaching you a lesson.” your unwavering glare was met with a sly chipped smirk. She always knew how to make you crack, you now biting back a smile of your own. “Miss me?” She raised her thick brows upward, her expression playfully cocky. You rolled your eyes. “I'll take that eye roll as a yes.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” you quipped sarcastically, earning a breathy chuckle. 

“What are you doing here so late anyways?” you asked, returning to your original spot on the bed. 

She must have just come from the bar, or from another fight. Her face was veiled by dark makeup, wearing that leather jacket she so often wore out, complemented by a row of bloody knuckles, each hand wrapped up in cloth bandages. And she reeked of booze and cigarette smoke. 

“I wanted to see you princess, is that a crime?” She raised her slit brow, striding across the room to join you. Dropping her weight at the edge of your bed, she lazily kicked off her leather boots. You found yourself staring in admiration, watching her shoulders slowly roll back to reveal her muscular arms hidden beneath the leather jacket. Her exposed skin–embellished with intricate tattoos. Crawling closer, you settled yourself behind her, laying your head to rest at the nook of her shoulder. Vi’s smug expression softened.

“Climbing in my window might be.” you whispered against her pierced ear, wrapping your arms to hang loosely around the collar of her neck. She hummed in amusement at the thought, leaning back against you. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” She countered, shifting her eyes to glance at you behind her.

“Oh really? And to think I was beginning to think I was special.” you fixed your lips into a small pout. Vi turned her head to face toward yours, her attention dropping to your lips. “You are special.” she reassured, complimented by the warmth of her hand at the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. “Want me to show you?”

“Vi–” the sound of her name reduced to a breathy moan. “Yeah princess? Does that feel good?” she rasped. Her question was left unanswered, any coherence you had left now lost in this moment. You were beyond overwhelmed, incapacitated by the different sensations you were feeling all at once.

Vi’s strong hands held you still, the grip of her fingers almost bruising as she held your hips. Your quivering legs were hoisted up over her broad shoulders as she laid shirtless between your legs, her head positioned at your core. “Tell me how it feels, I want to hear you–” she begged, her tongue sedulously lapping along your wet folds. Your hands fell to her head, fingers weaving through dark strands, her intense gaze now fixed on your blissed expression. “--Feels so good” was the best you could manage. She hummed in appreciation, her eyelids fluttering to a close as she focused on your pleasure. 

Your back arched, feeling the wandering touch of her rough fingers carefully seek out your entrance. Her index circled the sensitive threshold, gathering the slick of your arousal before inching the digit in. She started with one, her pace slow, it started to feel like she was teasing you with what was to come next. You whimpered, desperately pushing yourself closer, silently begging for more. She gave you a chipped smirk, allowing a second finger to follow the first. 

“So needy.” she murmured between your legs, groaning when you gently tugged at her hair in retaliation. The vibration of her moan sent what felt like electricity down your legs, “Vi–I’m not going to last much longer–” you gasped with furrowed brows, tucking your lower lip between clenched teeth. “Especially with you touching me like that. And–” your vision fell down to her below you. Vi’s interest remained between your legs, her kiss bitten lips parting as she watched her fingers disappear inside of you. “You’re so wet.” She sighed, settling back in between your legs, hastily heeding her desire to taste you again. Feeling her mouth return, you immediately lost your breath. Your head fell back against the pillow, your legs trembling uncontrollably against her neck as you reached the cusp of your peak. 

“Oh God–I’m close!”

Vi’s grip loosened at the side of your hip, allowing you to ride out your oncoming climax. Her free hand reached up to pinch at one of your taut nipples, gently rolling the bud between the pads of her fingers. “Vi!” you cried out, your hips bucking against her mouth. The sharp point of her nose grazing against your clit repeatedly sends you over the final edge, you now engulfed in the heightened state of pleasure. “I’m here.” she reassured, positioning herself on top of you, admiring your state of ecstasy with lowered lids. Delicately, she withdrew her fingers from you, causing you to gasp at the loss of contact. “You okay princess?” She called out to you, you’ve never heard her voice so gentle. Taking in a deep breath your eyes opened, finding her own in front of you. 

“I can’t stop shaking.” you murmured, closing your eyes once more. You felt a warm palm reach out to your thigh, caressing your still trembling limb. “Don’t tell me I wore you out already.” She teased, her soft smile growing into a playful grin. 

“Do you blame me, you’ve kept me up all morning!” you whined, throwing an arm over your eyes shielding yourself from the rising sun. “C’mere.” Vi demanded, falling back into the empty spot in your bed with open arms. You obeyed, shifting yourself closer, laying your head against her chest. Looking up at her, you noticed her makeup had faded, revealing the tattoo of her name she had on her cheek. She watched you reach forward, gingerly tracing the lines with the tips of your fingers. “Find something you like?” she asked, looking toward you expectantly. 

“A lot I like actually.” you smiled, “I should leave my window open more often.”

[cheyisagirlkisser]

—nepenthe

content: angst and comfort, reader is ambessa's servant, mentions of prostitution, vi's pitfighter era, make-out session, alcohol, two heartbroken people who honestly just need a hug, mentions of degrading names.

"nepenthe"

– an ancient greek word, nepenthe, is defined as a medicine for sorrow. it is a place, person, or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering.

You sit alone, forehead resting on the surface of the bar. It’s stuffy, crowded with an outpour of Zaunites. The fight in the underground ring must’ve been over now. You sigh, tapping the shot glass against the bar. You try not to let tears gather in the corners of your eyes, free to fall down your cheeks, but it’s nearly hopeless. Being a servant to a high rank is one of the worst paths you could’ve taken. 

You remember the days you worked in Babette’s brothel. At least then, you didn’t fall in love with your clients. Why did you love Ambessa so much? Less like a wave and more of a tsunami, she enjoys crashing into you. You love it, too. Ambessa is a lioness, brave and fierce. You’re not a tiger or a panther, not even a common housecat. You’re a stray. 

Voices fill your ears from every angle, but the one that isn’t there, the one that you wish to be real repeats endlessly. 

“You’re nothing but a whore. Do you really think I’d ever make you my wife?” Her laugh that followed her harsh words rings in your head like a church bell. 

“You’re just another filthy Zaunite girl, and that’s what you’ll die as.” 

Your whole body trembled when she said that, as she dismissed you. It’s back to the brothels for you, and you wonder if there is anything more humiliating than going from living in a mansion with one of Noxia’s most respected commanders to back in your shabby house in the under city. You can’t dwell on the thought, though you want to. Someone next to you taps your shoulder, nearly causing you to snap. The voice is oddly familiar. 

“You look a little pathetic, you know. You didn’t even take the shot.” They say, words harsh but clearly a light tease. The voice is clearly a woman’s, though slurred in a drunken haze. You’ve heard it before, but from where? 

You force yourself to sit up and face your left, where the voice is coming from. There is an infamous face. Light freckles dotted over pale skin, and what used to be a reddish-pink hair is now stained a midnight black. The scar on her upper-lip shifts with her smile, though the expression doesn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“You can have it.” You mumble, eyes leaving hers. You should feel embarrassed to be moping around in a bar, but you don’t care. 

Vi sighs, feeling a twinge of sympathy for you. Regardless, she grabs the shot, tilting her head back as the vodka rushes down her throat. It’ll come back up later. 

“What’s your deal?” She asks, scooching closer to you. 

“Relationship issues.” You simply say, though the strain in your voice is clear. Relationship, if you could ever call it that. Serving to Ambessa’s every need and bending to her will was a dynamic, you were never her lover. You could never be a wife is a thought that lingers in your head and plagues you like an incoming pandemic, a disease that could wipe out towns. Vi seems to know, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she leans in, patting your back in a soothing manner. 

“My place?” She offers into your ear, words like a poison stronger than alcohol or shimmer. You find yourself walking down the street, leaning on each other as she leads you to her small apartment. 

Inside, kisses are sloppy and taste more like a bottle of cheap vodka than anything pleasant. You desperately cup her face, fingers tangled in her hair. Her hands grab your waist and send a much-needed warmth up your spine. 

Perhaps if you stop to tell each other who you got your hearts trampled by, then there would be some comforting relations. Vi would tell you that you are more than a whore, and Ambessa would be lucky to have you. That you deserve more than to have to quiet down and be an obedient piece of property. You would tell Vi that she is sweet, deserves better than Caitlyn. But words aren’t exchanged, and that is what makes the kisses so desperate. 

You wish to speak it all with your tongue sucking on hers, and she is needy to vent out her frustrations by pushing you down onto her twin-sized bed, quickly following you down. Vi is warm, almost too warm that it burns you to love on her. 

You don’t even realize that you began crying until you’re wondering why Vi pulled away. She looks more concerned than turned on, wiping at your cheeks and leaning in to kiss them. 

“I’ll punch whoever did this to you.” She states, burying her face into your neck and softly kissing your beating pulse. You’re alive, and it’s a comfort to her. Vi’s breath on the surface of your skin warms you throughout, and you can feel her body. She is real. 

You’ll wonder why you’re in this woman’s bed in the morning, perhaps deciding to sneak out before she can even wake up. However, for now, you hold each other, letting your scents mix and your fingers intertwine until the sun rises over the horizon.