maisy

it’s feminine intuition!!

[coveystrings]

MAISY ⟡ s her femme capricorn 8teen vi’s girl neurodivergent dc nerd eng/spa multifandom irl jackie taylor

guidelines masterlist request: open

© coveystrings do not use or copy my work !!

[we-love-vi]

I would genuinely suck her soul out of her pussy.

[xchosos-wifex]

writer bingo! I tag @madamechrissy @lilithkleia @yoonsucks @jazzthatonewriterchick @lostinsmut @rengoatku @6x-x9 +anymore

Original is down there <3

[rengoated]

This was super fun!! Also made me realise I need to finish loads of wips

Npt 🏷️ @hangenism @fushihearts @satoriee @swvness @torupng @kamislop @tokkushin @toruii + anyone else who wants to join!!

[satoriee]

thank you for the tag!! i <3 being included

🏷️ npt because all the pressure’s on me rn: @ac1dmeow @faerieschronicles @16spades @gyarujo @fayelero @yorikae @vngelisse @neotoru @fukiouh @cinnamongirlsev @grotesquevi @purrtoru @lesmerri @liahcharms @yutootired @neotoru + anyone who wants to join!!

[lesmerri]

Thank youuu @satoriee for tagging me ! <333 ily

😽Npt: @elsfawns @requiemdesreves @rhiannonsknife @thechocodoll @yurivoid @isaellie @imelliesgf @shimrkiss @grotesquevi @kiku-o @letmebeurbaby @leilune @les4elliewilliams @c4sings6 @coveystrings @charlie-chick @cinnamongirlsev @baransdollie @marioandluigigi @m0on1ight1 @satellitespinner @maybeitsjay @saphicangel @starduszt @stungjinx @lotties-ashwagandha @dolirust @29spoons + anyone else who wants to join!!

[coveystrings]

ty for the tag ♡

no pressure tags 🏷️: @arlertsdevotion @almadellie & @asapcity + anyone who wants to join

[oliviasource]

OLIVIA RODRIGO Daisy Chains Festival Etsy Collection

[dailycaitvi]

[mckqys]

pinterest tag game! lyrics - colour - character - place - outfit - aesthetic

tagged by @zeyz444

no pressure tags 🏷: @kittenmckay @pagetsfishpurse @cassieskitty @edsspeechless @jezebellesjams @puppymoafi && anyone else who wants to do it<33

[puppymoafi]

pinterest tag game! lyrics - colour - character - place - outfit - aesthetic

tagged by — @mckqys

no pressure tags : @wishmoafi @profspectre @mwah-w4ddingh4m @magneticpalmer @v-javadi !

[wishmoafi]

pinterest tag game <3 lyric color character place outfit aesthetic

tagged by @puppymoafi

no pressure tags: @abramdoll @softvitalz @mytacoisalwayssupreme @ellinescence @cumkissed @clementinebug

[abramdoll]

pinterest tag game

lyric color character place outfit aesthetic

i have nobody to tag im niche sorry but @asapcity there u go one person

[asapcity]

pinterest tag game

lyric color character place outfit aesthetic

ok im happy to be the one person

@almadellie @tamsanni @kinnieboo @coveystrings

[coveystrings]

pinterest tag game: lyric, color, character, place, outfit aesthetic

ty for the tag <3

no pressure tags 🏷️ @saphicangel & @arlertsdevotion

[noblycuriousscheme]

@ArtJell

[theavengers]

Avengers: Doomsday (2026) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

[coveystrings]

mootie i watched supergirl today it was so so good I love her

AAAA YESS i love her idc what people say, it was good

[yurivoid]

summary: in an attempt to get over the vi-shaped crater in your life, you go out on a date with someone new. vi certainly has something to say about that. 18+ mdni! contains cheating (vi is married, r is single), marijuana use, oral sex, fingering, pet names. vi and reader are a bit toxic here, sooo this is your warning. technically this is a continuation of fool me once, but it can probably be read as a standalone as well.

you’re in the passenger seat of your date’s car, some kind of rich-prick sedan that reeks of brand new leather, when you look out the window and see vi for the first time in months.

she looks just as good as she did the night you’d slept together - perfectly disheveled in a black tank, jeans low enough on her hips that there’s a dizzying sliver of skin exposed. there’s a joint dangling from the corner of her lips, unlit, as she shuts the front door and settles into the chair on the porch. you watch, mesmerized, as she pulls a lighter from her pocket and sparks the joint to life. 

that night, in the early days of the summer, still lingers at the forefront of your mind.

everything reminds you of vi - the boisterous laugh of a stranger on the street, the  scent of smoke in the air, the sight of an all-too-familiar shade of pink. 

still, guilt wells in your chest when you remember her wife - an ugly feeling that turns your saliva sour in your mouth. when you see her collecting the mail or going for a jog or leaving for work in the morning, she waves at you and smiles, and pinpricks of shame dapple every inch of your body.

vi had made her decision, though. that much is clear. you searched for her in the days after that night, glanced at the porch every time you left the house. waited for her to appear like an apparition, pull you into her arms again and kiss away the guilt that turned your insides to tar. 

but days had turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. soon, the blistering summer heat peters out, and fall is upon you. vi has become nothing but a sore spot; a bruise you poke at every now and then to remind yourself it’s real. 

you’re torn away from your thoughts when you hear your name, and you realize once again where you are and what you’re doing. post expensive-dinner, your date’s hand lingering on your thigh beneath the hem of your dress, her mildly irritating voice grating in your ears.

“did you hear what i said? i asked if you wanted to invite me inside.”

you blink at her. “uh… for what?”

the girl, whose name you can’t remember (it starts with a B, you know that for sure), laughs like she’s surprised. “i thought we had a nice time tonight. didn’t we?”

“it was nice,” you agree. your lips press together in a firm line as you cast another spare glance out the window, eyes searching for vi.

“i know something that could make the night even better… if you know what i mean.” blair arches one perfectly-shaped brow at you. she flashes you a kind of self-satisfied smirk that lets you know she thinks she’s got you wrapped around her finger.

brianna’s hand inches further up your thigh. you decide to play along. “and what’s that?” 

“take me inside and i’ll show you.”

quite frankly, you’d rather not. blake’s breath smells like the strong espresso she’d insisted on ordering after dessert, and it makes you nauseous every time she gets too close. but there’s a dull, sweet ache forming between your legs, making your stomach warm with arousal. and the last thing you want to do right now is go inside alone.

bella gets real smug when you finally let her kiss you over the center console. she’s not a great kisser, and she loses extra points for the espresso breath, but it’s decent enough. when you walk up the driveway to your front door, rummaging through your bag to keep from looking at vi as you pass, bianca presses herself against you from behind. you fumble with your keys but manage to get the door unlocked before she can push you into it with the force of her too-desperate hips, her wandering hands warm on your waist.

you let her in first. she stumbles into the dark and searches for the light switch while you close the door - but not before you cast one last look at vi, smoke billowing from her lips. there’s a wrinkle between her brows, a fire in her eyes. you stare at each other, wordless, for what feels like an eternity before there’s a hand on your hip again, urging you backwards through the doorway. you shut the door and lock it.

it turns out that kissing isn’t the only thing bridgette is subpar at. she yanks your panties down your thighs when you reach the bedroom, unceremonious about it when her fingers find your cunt, and she misses your clit like she’s trying to. but it’s clear that she isn’t - she smirks at you, smug, while you spread your legs over the mattress and let her play with you. 

“you’re so quiet,” brooklyn comments, her index finger circling around a spot just beneath your clit. “you shy?”

“yeah,” you lie. she says something else but you’re not listening. you close your eyes tight, breathing through your nose and willing away every voice in your head that chants vi, vi, vi.

“i think you’re wet enough.” brittany pulls her hand back from your cunt, wiping your slick off her hands with the edge of your fitted sheet. you open your eyes and stare at her, stunned that she thinks this is wet enough, when there’s a loud knock at the door.

knock is probably a generous word. it’s more like pounding. 

as if she hadn’t heard it, brenda pulls you in for another kiss, her tongue smashing up against your lips to try to part them. you wince and pull back, nose wrinkled. “i should get the door.”

“it’s probably not important,” she says. 

“sounds important,” you snap, pushing her away and climbing off the bed. you pull your dress down to obscure your lack of underwear and saunter out to the living room as the knocking continues, heavy and persistent against the door. 

you know what to expect on the other side, but when you push the door open and find vi standing there, tight fist raised, knuckles white, she still steals the breath from your lungs. 

“there you are,” vi grumbles. she shoves her hand into one of her pockets, looking over your shoulder into the darkness of your house. “where’s that fucking meathead?”

“meathead? who says that?” your heart is pounding in your chest, but you can’t tell if it’s from excitement or anger. or both. “it’s none of your business.”

vi lets out a humorless laugh. “sure. she’s in your room, isn’t she? what, did i interrupt your moment, princess?”

every syllable leaves her lips covered in venom, her lip curling meanly. it only makes you angrier. and, regrettably, more aroused.

“why the fuck do you care?” you cross your arms over your chest, glowering at her as if you could take her down with a look alone. she opens her mouth to reply, but the words die on her lips when something behind you catches her gaze. you turn your head and find bailey sidling up to you, puffing out her chest unnaturally. she’s not great at the tough-guy act, despite having the build to pull it off. you’re almost embarrassed for her.

“can i help you, dude?” becca asks, chin lifting.

“nah,” vi replies, unsmiling, “i just wanted to make sure this one’s okay. she’s been bringing a lotta girls home lately, you know?”

your blood runs cold. or hot. you can’t tell, just that it simultaneously burns and freezes in your veins,  and you want to speak up, but all you can do is blink at vi as she smiles, all sharp teeth and thinly veiled threats, right at your date.

“oh,” buffy says. she turns to look at you; you can see her from the corner of your eye, like she’s waiting for you to say vi’s lying. and she is lying. but you don’t breathe a word, still as stone, anger broiling in your bones.

“yeah, she’s something else, isn’t she?” vi’s looking at you as she speaks, something dark and unreadable in her eyes. “takes ‘em home then finds someone else to buy her dinner the next night.”

she’s still smiling, and you want to punch that stupid, infuriating grin right off her face. make her feel at least half of the anger afflicting you, its flames licking at every inch of your skin from the inside out. silence settles heavy between the three of you; a cricket chirps somewhere in the grass, and a far-off motor revs up and slowly fades into the white noise. you hear bree clear her throat beside you.

“it’s getting late,” she says, checking her expensive-looking gold watch for good measure, “think i’m gonna head out.” 

she steps forward and vi moves out of the way, letting her pass; her head turns while she watches your date amble out to her car, climb inside, and drive down the street, out of sight.

you’re watching a moth dance around the porch light. its wings flutter almost too quickly for you to see the motion; its tiny body smacks into the light over and over, like it’s expecting something different to happen with each point of contact. determined for an outcome that will never be.

“you’re welcome, by the way,” vi says, sounding much too casual about it.

“seriously?” you fume. “you think you just did me a fucking favor?”

“matter of fact, yeah. i do.” you recognize the same anger in her vitriolic tone that you feel in yourself - the same reckless, explosive rage threatening to boil over.

“fuck you, vi. fuck. you.”

“that’s what you need, isn’t it?” she’s smiling again, but this time, there’s an edge to it that makes your stomach flip. “just needed someone to fuck you right, huh? can’t believe you thought that fucking moron could do it for you.”

heat simmers in your belly at her words - a reaction you wish you weren’t so helpless to. but while your mind tells you this isn’t what you want, your body knows that it is. 

“why are you here, vi?” you lift your chin and square your shoulders, arms still crossed over the low cut of your neckline. 

she sizes you up, noticing the straightening of your posture. bright blue eyes rake over your frame like she’s committing you to memory.

“already told you, sweetheart,” she says as she steps forward, closing the gap between you. her hand reaches out to smooth over your hair, and she cups the base of your skull with her palm. “just had to stop you from doing something you’d regret.”

there’s a softness in her voice that makes you want to believe her. 

“that’s… insane, coming from you,” you breathe. “i’ve already done something i regret.”

vi’s watching you while you speak, focused on you like you’re the only person in the world. a chilly breeze blows past, and you tighten your arms over your chest, goosebumps raising on your exposed flesh. 

“hm,” vi hums. her hand moves to your cheek; her thumb strokes over the supple skin, delicate. “i don’t regret it.”

you bristle. tilt your head to the side to get her hand off you, though you feel colder when it’s gone. 

“you’re such a fucking liar,” you hiss, “i haven’t seen you in months. you could’ve been dead, for all i knew. why don’t you go back to leaving me the fuck alone? why don’t you go back to your wife?” 

“for fuck’s sake,” vi sighs; she rubs at her jawline like she’s trying to dispel her annoyance. “can you just, i don’t know, shut up?”

your mouth hangs open, your brain short-circuiting at her bluntness. your blood boils again, but all you can do is stare at her, silent.

“there we go,” vi purrs, “finally.”

she slips past you and through the doorway, her arm wrapping around your waist to urge you along with her. as if it’s moving on its own, your body submits to her; the door shuts and you can hardly process the feeling of the cold metal when your back smashes up against it. 

vi’s closing in on you, her hands on your shoulders as she presses you to the door. long strands of pinkish-red hair brush over your cheeks and now she’s kissing you, those wandering hands moving to touch every inch of you in her reach. her tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part them for her, let her lick into your mouth, let her slide a knee between your legs and press her hips against yours. your body is a live wire, and every touch is a new spark, brighter than the last. 

vi kisses you like a woman possessed, all tongue and teeth and mouthfuls of saliva. and you’re starting to slip again - starting to fall into her trap, expertly set.  

“gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy again?” vi asks, voice gruff, her hand rubbing circles on your inner thigh. distantly, you remember that you’re not wearing panties - they’re on the floor in your room somewhere. 

“mm,” you moan, because now vi’s kissing down the column of your throat, teeth scraping against your skin. “i sh-shouldn’t.” 

“but you want to,” she’s murmuring against your neck, breath hot, and you hate her.

“vi,” you whine, “don’t make me say it.”

“oh, but you have to say it,” she coos, the warm expanse of her hand creeping up towards your cunt. she goes to touch you, and when her hand meets the sparse hair between your legs, she pulls back to look at you, eyes heavy. “such a slut, baby - so wet. you really want this, huh?”

her finger traces the crease beside your cunt, so close to where you want her, and your legs shake. 

“yes,” you pant out, too needy to feel defeated, “i want you, vi. want you to touch me.” 

“good girl, baby,” vi sighs against your neck, having leaned forward to suck at the delicate skin. her fingers split through your folds, spread the wetness pooled at your entrance until your entire cunt is soaked, slippery, messy. her thumb nudges against your clit and you gasp, shocks of pleasure exploding behind your eyelids.

vi nearly growls at the feeling of your pussy, needy and drooling for her. she pulls back from your neck, blotches of bruised skin left behind as she hums, “god, i need to taste you.”

bleary-eyed, you watch her sink to her knees before you. denim on hardwood. eyes blown black with lust. rough hands sliding up your thighs, folding your dress up until your cunt is exposed, soaked and needy for her. she encourages one of your legs over her shoulder, holding you up against the cold metal of the front door; you feel just secure enough that, when her tongue swipes through your wetness, you go limp. 

the first time you’d let her touch you like this, you’d both been tipsy. it had felt incredible - clearly, since you’ve been unable to stop thinking about it for months. but now? you’re stone-cold sober, and vi had only smoked that joint a while ago, and her tongue is slipping through your folds, and her arms are holding you steady while her fingers knead at the doughy flesh of your ass. lewd slurps ring out in your quiet home, vi’s moans muffled by your puffy cunt, and you’re overwhelmed with pleasure - it courses through your veins like a drug. you’re hooked, now, and you know it.

“fuck, sweetheart,” vi rasps, slurring against your pussy, “so fucking wet. all this for me?”

you moan in response, wanton and strangled. you will yourself to reply, to make some sultry comment in response, but her mouth between your legs feels so good, you can’t speak. and besides, you can feel yourself inching closer to an orgasm with every brush of her tongue against your clit - every careful circle she draws over the bundle of nerves. you clench around nothing, hands finding vi’s hair and forming fists through them. 

“vi, please, feels so good - oh fuck, just like that - faster, faster—”

you cut yourself off with another pornographic moan, high and whiny in your throat as your back forms a pretty arch over the door. you’re not sure how you’re still upright, but you’re too fucked-out to worry about it. vi laps at you like she’s enjoying every minute of this; she grunts and sighs against the mess she’s made of your cunt, and her hands grip your ass so hard you’re sure she’ll leave bruises. it only makes you want her more.

“gonna come for me, sweet thing?” vi asks, tongue flicking against your clit. one hand moves away from your ass, warm and sore where she’d been squeezing you, and she brings her fingers to your sodden cunt once again. she slips one inside, then two, and the moment she curls them just right, you find yourself on the edge. 

“hah—fuck, fuck, yes, gonna come for you, gonna come,” you stutter, hips rolling to grind yourself down on vi’s face. your cunt squelches with every thrust of her fingers, so wet you can feel the warm combination of your slick and vi’s saliva leaking down onto your thighs. you look down at her before your vision whites out, and she’s beautiful, scar-pierced lips curled into a smirk as she watches you fall apart. your orgasm rips through you suddenly and all at once, leaving you trembling, gasping, screaming. if it weren’t for vi’s arms holding you up, you’d be on the floor by now, crumpled in a pile of cum and sweat and breathy moans. 

you don’t realize that you’re sweating until vi pushes your hair out of your face, having stood up and wiped her mouth clean. tendrils of hair cling to your damp forehead and temples, and vi brushes them all aside, that smirk still pulling at her lips as you come down from your orgasm.

“felt good, princess?” she asks, and you nod, head still spinning. you’re standing on your own now, despite your legs feeling like they’ll fold over any second. 

“think you can make it to the bedroom?” vi kisses along your jawline, open-mouthed. you tilt your head in the opposite direction and let your eyes fall shut. your head is still floaty, but you find it in you to nod, humming in pleasure as vi’s lips find the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“doesn’t seem like it,” vi murmurs, and before you can process what she means, she’s scooping you up into her arms bridal-style. you hook an arm around her neck and let her carry you to the bedroom, cunt clenching when you think of what’s to come. 

and it’s just as good as you remember.

vi’s clothes—and your dress—litter your bedroom floor, abandoned in the interest of fucking as quickly as possible. she’s got you pinned to the mattress in a matter of minutes, kissing you like she’s starving for the warm glide of your saliva in her mouth. 

“such a pretty little thing,” vi coos at you when she breaks the kiss, watching with half-lidded eyes as you glide your fingers through her wet, pink cunt. a well of her slick juices drools from her entrance and you spread it around with nimble fingers, afterwards bringing the digits up to your mouth to suck off the excess, and vi fucking loses it, watching your perfect mouth purse around your finger as your eyes roll back at the taste of her. 

she’s not sure why it took her so long to do this again. 

your hand returns to her cunt to give it a few more languid touches before she’s grabbing your wrist and squeezing. “get on your stomach.”

and you obey without a word, rolling onto your front and spreading your legs for her, ass propped up beautifully. you hear her curse, all guttural and breathy, before her palm collides with your backside with a sharp smack!

“told you this pussy’s mine,” she grunts, two of her fingertips pressing against your soaked entrance. “thought you knew that.”

she drags her length through your folds, ruddy fingertips like heaven when they nudge against your clit. 

“guess i just needed to remind you.” 

the words have hardly left her lips before her fingers are splitting you open, your clenching hole fluttering as it accommodates her; you bury your face into your pillows and let out one long, tortured moan. but she’s not interested in letting you adjust—no, she wants to ruin you. she stuffs you full of her fingers and uses her other hand to swat your ass again, admiring the way your skin warms beneath her palm as she pulls her fingers out and shoves them right back inside of you.

“say it, baby,” she rasps. “tell me whose pussy this is.”

she fucks her fingers into you again, and again, and your mouth is watering, drool trickling from one corner of your mouth and soaking into the pillow. your brain is practically melting out of your ears with every thrust of her fingers, and she loves how stupid you get like this. she curls a fist into your hair and yanks hard. “say it.”

 you gasp and whine, back arching. another moan tears from your throat. “it’s, mmm, it’s yours, vi,” you mewl. “it’s all yours.”

she rewards you with another harsh slap against your ass, her other hand busy between your legs as she finger-fucks you, carving out a place in your cunt just for her. it’s heaven, and you’re already lust-drunk by now, surprised that you’d been able to get out a coherent thought when she’s fucking you like this. 

“all mine,” vi pants into your ear, every thrust of her fingers accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt opening up around her. 

“yours,” you echo. “yours—ah, vi, please…”

“whatcha begging for, angel?” vi asks, digs her fingertips into the plush flesh of your ass. “need to come again? need me to get you there?”

you nod, frantic with need. “yes, fuck, please.”

“come for me, hm?” her voice wavers a little, husky with lust, and as if you’d been waiting for her permission, you’re suddenly gasping, back arching further as your body catches fire. she talks you through it, telling you how pretty you are taking her fingers, how good you feel gripping her like this, how perfect your body is. 

“that’s it, baby,” she rasps, mouth close enough to your ear for you to feel the warm puffs of her panting breaths. your body feels like it’s floating off into the stratosphere. you lie like that for a while, her body a welcome weight atop your own, your cheek pressed into the pillow still damp with your own drool. unbidden, the memory of the last time you’d had sex with vi creeps into the foreground of your mind. the way she’d made you come so hard you’d seen stars, then slipped out the room and back to her own home - back to her wife - before you could even process what had happened.

“vi,” you murmur, adjusting to roll onto your back. vi climbs off you, settles into the mattress by your side. you realize that she’s still in her boxers, the delicious trail of hair beneath her bellybutton disappearing under the hem.

she catches you looking and smirks. “need something?” 

“mhm,” you hum, “i… don’t want you to leave this time.”

you try to ignore the stab of disappointment in your gut when the smirk disappears from vi’s lips, her expression neutralizing. the air conditioning kicks on, and the cold draft makes you shiver. feeling suddenly exposed, you grab a throw blanket from the edge of your bed and pull it over you. 

vi bites her lower lip, thinks for a moment. then, she says, “okay. i’ll stay.”

she settles down further into the mattress beside you, a hand reaching for the blanket to pull it over herself, too. her arm curls around your waist and urges you closer. you bury your face into the crook of her neck and inhale her scent.

it’s not long before you fall asleep, the white noise of the AC lulling you into a peaceful darkness, vi drawing patterns into your skin with her fingertips. the last thing you process before you’re asleep is the press of vi’s lips against your cheek, her nose nudging your brow bone.

and when you wake up, stretching out and seeking her warmth, all you find is an empty bed.

[coveystrings]

vi meets your parents for the first time feat. powder╱ sfw: modern au, established relationship, reader has a young sister, just fluff

a/n: dedicated to ky @asapcity and based on her request

Vi had been sitting frozen in her car a few blocks away from your house for about ten minutes, staring blankly ahead as she tried to fight off the nerves eating her alive.

Fortunately, she didn't have to face this alone since Powder was right there with her. Though, to be fair, her sister was acting more like a little devil on her shoulder than any actual emotional support.

She wasn't the type of person who scared easily, but saying she wasn't terrified of making a bad impression on your parents would be a massive lie.

“Please don't tell me you're thinking this is a bad idea,” Powder’s voice broke the silence, filling the car for the first time in ten minutes.

The pink-haired girl didn't say a word, but the look she gave her sister was enough to make the younger girl roll her eyes at the silent confession.

“Relax, sis,” Powder said, giving her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well...” Vi was completely ready to list every single worst-case scenario, but Powder's constant rambling cut her right off.

“We're already here, you bought her some beautiful flowers, and if we sit here any longer, we're going to be late. Now that would definitely leave a bad impression.”

She was glad to have Powder around, and even more glad that you had agreed to let her tag along. In fact, inviting Powder had been your idea in the first place, arguing that she might get along great with your sister.

On top of that, it comforted her to remember how confidently you had promised that your parents would absolutely love her.

“Okay, you're right,” she sighed. “Let's get out of here.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, though not before quickly fixing her hair in the rearview mirror.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers pressed the doorbell. She shot one last desperate look toward her sister for help, but Powder just gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door swung open to reveal a girl younger than you, who looked to be around Powder's age.

“Hi, I'm...”

“Vi, I know. You're pretty famous around here,” she interrupted.

Your sister called out, shouting your name to announce that your girlfriend had finally arrived. A second later, hurried footsteps echoed from the second floor, and you came running down stairs, throwing yourself straight into Vi’s arms.

She wrapped her arms around your lower back, accidentally crushing the flowers a bit, as you pulled her close by her neck to give her a kiss.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered the second you pulled apart.

And she wasn't lying, you looked absolutely stunning. It wasn't just because you had dressed up for the special occasion; to Vi, you always looked perfect.

Even after all the time you had been together, you couldn't help but blush, feeling just like you did back when your hands had brushed against each other by accident for the very first time.

“Thanks. You look great too,” you replied.

Your younger sisters exchanged looks and, almost by instinct, began making childish, disgusted faces at the two of you.

“Get a room!” Powder called out.

“Grow up!” Vi snapped back, which only made you laugh.

You apologized to the younger girls for not introducing them sooner, so you quickly did the honors. They greeted each other in the most awkward way possible, looking exactly like the teenagers forced to socialize that they were.

It wasn't long before your parents joined everyone, warmly greeting the sisters and saying how happy they were to finally meet them.

Everyone headed into the kitchen, sitting down to enjoy Vi's favorite dish, which your parents had made absolutely sure to cook after asking you at least three times what she liked.

The two of you sat right next to each other, a perfect spot that allowed you to squeeze Vi's hand whenever she started looking too nervous under your parents' questioning. It was also the perfect angle for Vi to kick Powder under the table whenever she said something totally out of line in front of her in-laws.

“So, Vi...” your mother began, “I heard you're in a band, is that right?”

Vi nearly choked on her bite of food.

“Yes, that's right. I play guitar,” she answered as politely as possible.

Your parents showed genuine interest in both Vi and Powder, asking questions about their hobbies, their family, and their plans for the future—even though you had already filled them in on everything beforehand.

Amid the small talk and laughter, the conversation eventually drifted to music. That was the exact moment your sister and Powder discovered they had almost identical tastes. Their eyes completely lit up when they mentioned an indie artist that apparently only the two of them had ever heard of.

Once everyone finished eating, Vi insisted on helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, but your parents were even more stubborn, firmly insisting that she didn't need to lift a finger.

“I can't believe you were actually that nervous about this,” you said, finally having some quiet time alone together in your bedroom.

She was lying back on your bed with her arms crossed behind her head, while you searched for the perfect spot to place the vase with the flowers she had brought you. In the background, you could hear the muffled music drifting from your sister's room, where she and Powder were hanging out.

“I don't know, I just really didn't want your parents to hate me and forbid you from ever seeing me again.”

“A forbidden romance... sounds kind of exciting,” you teased.

Vi laughed, and before she could reply, you playfully flopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her as you rested your weight against her chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek while she playfully pretended to push you away—though you both knew that was the last thing she actually wanted.

“The worst part is over,” you reassured her, getting comfortable against her chest. “My parents absolutely adore you, and our sisters actually seem to be getting along.”

Vi pulled you even closer, as if that were humanly possible, while her fingers traced gentle circles on your shoulder.

“You're right, the worst is over,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

© coveystrings do not use or copy my work !!

[coveystrings]

vi meets your parents for the first time feat. powder╱ sfw: modern au, established relationship, reader has a young sister, just fluff

a/n: dedicated to ky @asapcity and based on her request

Vi had been sitting frozen in her car a few blocks away from your house for about ten minutes, staring blankly ahead as she tried to fight off the nerves eating her alive.

Fortunately, she didn't have to face this alone since Powder was right there with her. Though, to be fair, her sister was acting more like a little devil on her shoulder than any actual emotional support.

She wasn't the type of person who scared easily, but saying she wasn't terrified of making a bad impression on your parents would be a massive lie.

“Please don't tell me you're thinking this is a bad idea,” Powder’s voice broke the silence, filling the car for the first time in ten minutes.

The pink-haired girl didn't say a word, but the look she gave her sister was enough to make the younger girl roll her eyes at the silent confession.

“Relax, sis,” Powder said, giving her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well...” Vi was completely ready to list every single worst-case scenario, but Powder's constant rambling cut her right off.

“We're already here, you bought her some beautiful flowers, and if we sit here any longer, we're going to be late. Now that would definitely leave a bad impression.”

She was glad to have Powder around, and even more glad that you had agreed to let her tag along. In fact, inviting Powder had been your idea in the first place, arguing that she might get along great with your sister.

On top of that, it comforted her to remember how confidently you had promised that your parents would absolutely love her.

“Okay, you're right,” she sighed. “Let's get out of here.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, though not before quickly fixing her hair in the rearview mirror.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers pressed the doorbell. She shot one last desperate look toward her sister for help, but Powder just gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door swung open to reveal a girl younger than you, who looked to be around Powder's age.

“Hi, I'm...”

“Vi, I know. You're pretty famous around here,” she interrupted.

Your sister called out, shouting your name to announce that your girlfriend had finally arrived. A second later, hurried footsteps echoed from the second floor, and you came running down stairs, throwing yourself straight into Vi’s arms.

She wrapped her arms around your lower back, accidentally crushing the flowers a bit, as you pulled her close by her neck to give her a kiss.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered the second you pulled apart.

And she wasn't lying, you looked absolutely stunning. It wasn't just because you had dressed up for the special occasion; to Vi, you always looked perfect.

Even after all the time you had been together, you couldn't help but blush, feeling just like you did back when your hands had brushed against each other by accident for the very first time.

“Thanks. You look great too,” you replied.

Your younger sisters exchanged looks and, almost by instinct, began making childish, disgusted faces at the two of you.

“Get a room!” Powder called out.

“Grow up!” Vi snapped back, which only made you laugh.

You apologized to the younger girls for not introducing them sooner, so you quickly did the honors. They greeted each other in the most awkward way possible, looking exactly like the teenagers forced to socialize that they were.

It wasn't long before your parents joined everyone, warmly greeting the sisters and saying how happy they were to finally meet them.

Everyone headed into the kitchen, sitting down to enjoy Vi's favorite dish, which your parents had made absolutely sure to cook after asking you at least three times what she liked.

The two of you sat right next to each other, a perfect spot that allowed you to squeeze Vi's hand whenever she started looking too nervous under your parents' questioning. It was also the perfect angle for Vi to kick Powder under the table whenever she said something totally out of line in front of her in-laws.

“So, Vi...” your mother began, “I heard you're in a band, is that right?”

Vi nearly choked on her bite of food.

“Yes, that's right. I play guitar,” she answered as politely as possible.

Your parents showed genuine interest in both Vi and Powder, asking questions about their hobbies, their family, and their plans for the future—even though you had already filled them in on everything beforehand.

Amid the small talk and laughter, the conversation eventually drifted to music. That was the exact moment your sister and Powder discovered they had almost identical tastes. Their eyes completely lit up when they mentioned an indie artist that apparently only the two of them had ever heard of.

Once everyone finished eating, Vi insisted on helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, but your parents were even more stubborn, firmly insisting that she didn't need to lift a finger.

“I can't believe you were actually that nervous about this,” you said, finally having some quiet time alone together in your bedroom.

She was lying back on your bed with her arms crossed behind her head, while you searched for the perfect spot to place the vase with the flowers she had brought you. In the background, you could hear the muffled music drifting from your sister's room, where she and Powder were hanging out.

“I don't know, I just really didn't want your parents to hate me and forbid you from ever seeing me again.”

“A forbidden romance... sounds kind of exciting,” you teased.

Vi laughed, and before she could reply, you playfully flopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her as you rested your weight against her chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek while she playfully pretended to push you away—though you both knew that was the last thing she actually wanted.

“The worst part is over,” you reassured her, getting comfortable against her chest. “My parents absolutely adore you, and our sisters actually seem to be getting along.”

Vi pulled you even closer, as if that were humanly possible, while her fingers traced gentle circles on your shoulder.

“You're right, the worst is over,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

© coveystrings do not use or copy my work !!

[coveystrings]

aftercare with vi

art by @/ClaraDeArte

You wished that this moment could last forever.

It sounded like a cliché, a phrase you had heard a thousand times in romantic movies that usually felt too sweet. However, this was the first time you truly felt it with such sincerity.

Your girlfriend placed a tender kiss on your forehead, her hair gently brushing against your face and causing a soft tickle. Your combined breaths, still hurried from the ecstasy of the moment, slowly began to find a calm, synchronized rhythm. You could smell the scent of shared warmth in the air, mixed with the intimacy of the room.

"Are you alright, my love? Do you need anything?" she asked softly.

Her touch against your cheek was incredibly gentle, contrasting with the intensity of just a few minutes prior, when she had made you beg for the strap-on. You closed your eyes and shook your head, simply enjoying her presence. You caressed her knuckles just to reassure yourself that she was truly there.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she praised you. "That's my sweet girl."

With immense tenderness, she began to kiss every part of your face, moving from your cheeks down to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Violet..." you scolded her, playfully pushing her away. "Have some self-control."

"Mmm..." she sighed, burying her face in your chest. "How do you expect me to do that when all of this..." she added, giving you a quick squeeze to your butt "...is mine?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately and ran your fingers through her pink locks, feeling as though you were truly made for each other.

"I cannot wait to make you my wife," she murmured, more to herself than to you, without moving away from your body.

"Wife?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "You will see, it will be the most beautiful proposal in the world."

You let out a soft laugh and wrapped your arms tightly around her.

“Yeah? I want to see you trying”

"You will, my dear," she whispered, her voice heavy with sleep.

There would be plenty of time in the future to daydream about tomorrow. For now, you chose to enjoy the present, while your girlfriend listened to the steady beat of your heart, and you savored the scent of her favorite shampoo in her hair.

a/n: maybe this kinda sucks but i’m having a block rn

[coveystrings]

vi meets your parents for the first time feat. powder╱ sfw: modern au, established relationship, reader has a young sister, just fluff

a/n: dedicated to ky @asapcity and based on her request

Vi had been sitting frozen in her car a few blocks away from your house for about ten minutes, staring blankly ahead as she tried to fight off the nerves eating her alive.

Fortunately, she didn't have to face this alone since Powder was right there with her. Though, to be fair, her sister was acting more like a little devil on her shoulder than any actual emotional support.

She wasn't the type of person who scared easily, but saying she wasn't terrified of making a bad impression on your parents would be a massive lie.

“Please don't tell me you're thinking this is a bad idea,” Powder’s voice broke the silence, filling the car for the first time in ten minutes.

The pink-haired girl didn't say a word, but the look she gave her sister was enough to make the younger girl roll her eyes at the silent confession.

“Relax, sis,” Powder said, giving her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well...” Vi was completely ready to list every single worst-case scenario, but Powder's constant rambling cut her right off.

“We're already here, you bought her some beautiful flowers, and if we sit here any longer, we're going to be late. Now that would definitely leave a bad impression.”

She was glad to have Powder around, and even more glad that you had agreed to let her tag along. In fact, inviting Powder had been your idea in the first place, arguing that she might get along great with your sister.

On top of that, it comforted her to remember how confidently you had promised that your parents would absolutely love her.

“Okay, you're right,” she sighed. “Let's get out of here.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, though not before quickly fixing her hair in the rearview mirror.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers pressed the doorbell. She shot one last desperate look toward her sister for help, but Powder just gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door swung open to reveal a girl younger than you, who looked to be around Powder's age.

“Hi, I'm...”

“Vi, I know. You're pretty famous around here,” she interrupted.

Your sister called out, shouting your name to announce that your girlfriend had finally arrived. A second later, hurried footsteps echoed from the second floor, and you came running down stairs, throwing yourself straight into Vi’s arms.

She wrapped her arms around your lower back, accidentally crushing the flowers a bit, as you pulled her close by her neck to give her a kiss.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered the second you pulled apart.

And she wasn't lying, you looked absolutely stunning. It wasn't just because you had dressed up for the special occasion; to Vi, you always looked perfect.

Even after all the time you had been together, you couldn't help but blush, feeling just like you did back when your hands had brushed against each other by accident for the very first time.

“Thanks. You look great too,” you replied.

Your younger sisters exchanged looks and, almost by instinct, began making childish, disgusted faces at the two of you.

“Get a room!” Powder called out.

“Grow up!” Vi snapped back, which only made you laugh.

You apologized to the younger girls for not introducing them sooner, so you quickly did the honors. They greeted each other in the most awkward way possible, looking exactly like the teenagers forced to socialize that they were.

It wasn't long before your parents joined everyone, warmly greeting the sisters and saying how happy they were to finally meet them.

Everyone headed into the kitchen, sitting down to enjoy Vi's favorite dish, which your parents had made absolutely sure to cook after asking you at least three times what she liked.

The two of you sat right next to each other, a perfect spot that allowed you to squeeze Vi's hand whenever she started looking too nervous under your parents' questioning. It was also the perfect angle for Vi to kick Powder under the table whenever she said something totally out of line in front of her in-laws.

“So, Vi...” your mother began, “I heard you're in a band, is that right?”

Vi nearly choked on her bite of food.

“Yes, that's right. I play guitar,” she answered as politely as possible.

Your parents showed genuine interest in both Vi and Powder, asking questions about their hobbies, their family, and their plans for the future—even though you had already filled them in on everything beforehand.

Amid the small talk and laughter, the conversation eventually drifted to music. That was the exact moment your sister and Powder discovered they had almost identical tastes. Their eyes completely lit up when they mentioned an indie artist that apparently only the two of them had ever heard of.

Once everyone finished eating, Vi insisted on helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, but your parents were even more stubborn, firmly insisting that she didn't need to lift a finger.

“I can't believe you were actually that nervous about this,” you said, finally having some quiet time alone together in your bedroom.

She was lying back on your bed with her arms crossed behind her head, while you searched for the perfect spot to place the vase with the flowers she had brought you. In the background, you could hear the muffled music drifting from your sister's room, where she and Powder were hanging out.

“I don't know, I just really didn't want your parents to hate me and forbid you from ever seeing me again.”

“A forbidden romance... sounds kind of exciting,” you teased.

Vi laughed, and before she could reply, you playfully flopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her as you rested your weight against her chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek while she playfully pretended to push you away—though you both knew that was the last thing she actually wanted.

“The worst part is over,” you reassured her, getting comfortable against her chest. “My parents absolutely adore you, and our sisters actually seem to be getting along.”

Vi pulled you even closer, as if that were humanly possible, while her fingers traced gentle circles on your shoulder.

“You're right, the worst is over,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

© coveystrings do not use or copy my work !!

[coveystrings]

MAISYYYY serious request this time i'm craving some fluff ☹️ It's vi's first time meeting the reader's parents, and she's really nervous AND he brought powder along, and powder hit it off with the reader's younger sister amd hm modern AU, lots of love and kisses they could be like 17 or 18? I think it would be cuter with that teen love vibe k bai mootie maisy ! send tweet

ommmg i loved this and i immediately started writing, and now it’s finally here ♡ i hope you like it… if not, pls don’t kill me and sorry for the wait i didn’t expect this to take me so long to write

[coveystrings]

vi meets your parents for the first time feat. powder╱ sfw: modern au, established relationship, reader has a young sister, just fluff

a/n: dedicated to ky @asapcity and based on her request

Vi had been sitting frozen in her car a few blocks away from your house for about ten minutes, staring blankly ahead as she tried to fight off the nerves eating her alive.

Fortunately, she didn't have to face this alone since Powder was right there with her. Though, to be fair, her sister was acting more like a little devil on her shoulder than any actual emotional support.

She wasn't the type of person who scared easily, but saying she wasn't terrified of making a bad impression on your parents would be a massive lie.

“Please don't tell me you're thinking this is a bad idea,” Powder’s voice broke the silence, filling the car for the first time in ten minutes.

The pink-haired girl didn't say a word, but the look she gave her sister was enough to make the younger girl roll her eyes at the silent confession.

“Relax, sis,” Powder said, giving her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well...” Vi was completely ready to list every single worst-case scenario, but Powder's constant rambling cut her right off.

“We're already here, you bought her some beautiful flowers, and if we sit here any longer, we're going to be late. Now that would definitely leave a bad impression.”

She was glad to have Powder around, and even more glad that you had agreed to let her tag along. In fact, inviting Powder had been your idea in the first place, arguing that she might get along great with your sister.

On top of that, it comforted her to remember how confidently you had promised that your parents would absolutely love her.

“Okay, you're right,” she sighed. “Let's get out of here.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, though not before quickly fixing her hair in the rearview mirror.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers pressed the doorbell. She shot one last desperate look toward her sister for help, but Powder just gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door swung open to reveal a girl younger than you, who looked to be around Powder's age.

“Hi, I'm...”

“Vi, I know. You're pretty famous around here,” she interrupted.

Your sister called out, shouting your name to announce that your girlfriend had finally arrived. A second later, hurried footsteps echoed from the second floor, and you came running down stairs, throwing yourself straight into Vi’s arms.

She wrapped her arms around your lower back, accidentally crushing the flowers a bit, as you pulled her close by her neck to give her a kiss.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered the second you pulled apart.

And she wasn't lying, you looked absolutely stunning. It wasn't just because you had dressed up for the special occasion; to Vi, you always looked perfect.

Even after all the time you had been together, you couldn't help but blush, feeling just like you did back when your hands had brushed against each other by accident for the very first time.

“Thanks. You look great too,” you replied.

Your younger sisters exchanged looks and, almost by instinct, began making childish, disgusted faces at the two of you.

“Get a room!” Powder called out.

“Grow up!” Vi snapped back, which only made you laugh.

You apologized to the younger girls for not introducing them sooner, so you quickly did the honors. They greeted each other in the most awkward way possible, looking exactly like the teenagers forced to socialize that they were.

It wasn't long before your parents joined everyone, warmly greeting the sisters and saying how happy they were to finally meet them.

Everyone headed into the kitchen, sitting down to enjoy Vi's favorite dish, which your parents had made absolutely sure to cook after asking you at least three times what she liked.

The two of you sat right next to each other, a perfect spot that allowed you to squeeze Vi's hand whenever she started looking too nervous under your parents' questioning. It was also the perfect angle for Vi to kick Powder under the table whenever she said something totally out of line in front of her in-laws.

“So, Vi...” your mother began, “I heard you're in a band, is that right?”

Vi nearly choked on her bite of food.

“Yes, that's right. I play guitar,” she answered as politely as possible.

Your parents showed genuine interest in both Vi and Powder, asking questions about their hobbies, their family, and their plans for the future—even though you had already filled them in on everything beforehand.

Amid the small talk and laughter, the conversation eventually drifted to music. That was the exact moment your sister and Powder discovered they had almost identical tastes. Their eyes completely lit up when they mentioned an indie artist that apparently only the two of them had ever heard of.

Once everyone finished eating, Vi insisted on helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, but your parents were even more stubborn, firmly insisting that she didn't need to lift a finger.

“I can't believe you were actually that nervous about this,” you said, finally having some quiet time alone together in your bedroom.

She was lying back on your bed with her arms crossed behind her head, while you searched for the perfect spot to place the vase with the flowers she had brought you. In the background, you could hear the muffled music drifting from your sister's room, where she and Powder were hanging out.

“I don't know, I just really didn't want your parents to hate me and forbid you from ever seeing me again.”

“A forbidden romance... sounds kind of exciting,” you teased.

Vi laughed, and before she could reply, you playfully flopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her as you rested your weight against her chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek while she playfully pretended to push you away—though you both knew that was the last thing she actually wanted.

“The worst part is over,” you reassured her, getting comfortable against her chest. “My parents absolutely adore you, and our sisters actually seem to be getting along.”

Vi pulled you even closer, as if that were humanly possible, while her fingers traced gentle circles on your shoulder.

“You're right, the worst is over,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

© coveystrings do not use or copy my work !!

[coveystrings]

aftercare with vi

art by @/ClaraDeArte

You wished that this moment could last forever.

It sounded like a cliché, a phrase you had heard a thousand times in romantic movies that usually felt too sweet. However, this was the first time you truly felt it with such sincerity.

Your girlfriend placed a tender kiss on your forehead, her hair gently brushing against your face and causing a soft tickle. Your combined breaths, still hurried from the ecstasy of the moment, slowly began to find a calm, synchronized rhythm. You could smell the scent of shared warmth in the air, mixed with the intimacy of the room.

"Are you alright, my love? Do you need anything?" she asked softly.

Her touch against your cheek was incredibly gentle, contrasting with the intensity of just a few minutes prior, when she had made you beg for the strap-on. You closed your eyes and shook your head, simply enjoying her presence. You caressed her knuckles just to reassure yourself that she was truly there.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she praised you. "That's my sweet girl."

With immense tenderness, she began to kiss every part of your face, moving from your cheeks down to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Violet..." you scolded her, playfully pushing her away. "Have some self-control."

"Mmm..." she sighed, burying her face in your chest. "How do you expect me to do that when all of this..." she added, giving you a quick squeeze to your butt "...is mine?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately and ran your fingers through her pink locks, feeling as though you were truly made for each other.

"I cannot wait to make you my wife," she murmured, more to herself than to you, without moving away from your body.

"Wife?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "You will see, it will be the most beautiful proposal in the world."

You let out a soft laugh and wrapped your arms tightly around her.

“Yeah? I want to see you trying”

"You will, my dear," she whispered, her voice heavy with sleep.

There would be plenty of time in the future to daydream about tomorrow. For now, you chose to enjoy the present, while your girlfriend listened to the steady beat of your heart, and you savored the scent of her favorite shampoo in her hair.

a/n: maybe this kinda sucks but i’m having a block rn