loser vi headcannons because i can't get enough of her ♡
｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who constantly needs to be in your space. has to lay her head on your stomach and write notes when you're studying together. has you slumped on her chest when she's playing a game on her ps4 (the sims, introducing you to her lesbian cat couple) or telling you to stop laughing at her when she gets stuck on a hard part in tlou.
loser vi who's so pussy drunk it's almost unbelievable. she's constantly asking to eat you out and giving you her puppy eyes, unzipping your jeans or pulling up your mini skirt with side of her face resting against your plush thigh. she can never chose between sucking and licking at your clit or fucking you with her tongue, acting like every time she eats pussy will be her last.
loser vi who has a kink for hair pulling (WHAT who said that...)
loser vi who gets a sore throat from moaning so much when you tug at her cherry pink hair, her hands holding onto the creaking headboard of her bed for support whilst you're fucking her from behind. she always complains about it after, making you baby her when she's sucking on one of those black current difflam lollies.
loser vi who's always washing and using those jewellery cleaning cloths on her rings after she's been around you because half the time she doesn't bother taking her rings off when she fingers you. partly because she can't be fucked, partly because you need her too bad, and party because the cold metal of them feels so good. you just have to try the same with her and watch how her face scrunches up when she feels the promise ring she got you in her pussy!!
loser vi who writes down every single time you two are gonna hang out, go on a date, meet, whatever on her calender with little hearts around your name, esp your birthday!! she is such a lover girl.
loser vi who squirts so easily. you'd be having a quickie in the bathroom of her dads bar after you told your friends the two of you were gonna have a cigarette and freshen up. miss girl is STRUGGLING to not moan or whine too loudly when her jeans and boxers are pulled down enough for you to press your nose to her clit when you're lapping at her pussy, laughing at her when she does squirt after you've cleaned her up.
loser vi who feels like she can cry every time she sees you and powder getting along. the two of you are so so important to her and she's so grateful that you two share so many interests together.
loser vi who's world revolves around your boobs. grabs them and puts her head under your shirt to kiss at them and bury her face in between them when you're laying together. constantly shifting her gaze between your face and chest when you wear a shirt that makes them look nice. she asks you to flash her again when you're changing. can and will be grabbing them during sex, doesn't matter the position. first time she saw them it was like she's never seen a pair. she loves your boobies and has attempted to fit one in her whole mouth before.
loser vi who is a slut cockwarming. doesn't matter who's on the receiving end. she likes sitting and straddling your lap anyway, it's so much more fun when she's got your strap inside you!! will whine when you tell her she's being a good girl, asking you to put aside whatever you're doing so she can kiss you and try to get away with rocking her hips.
her eyes are set, determined, as she fucks into you with her strap. hips working diligently to draw those little sounds from you that she so adores. her pace stutters when you praise her—looking up at her through your wide, teary eyes and murmuring how good she’s making you feel. the blush crawling across her face nearly mirrors her own hair.
don't come to tell me that vi is a super dominant girl and expert in sex or in relationships when the woman has been 7 years in prison ....
i mean, the simple touch of hands makes her hyperventilate, imagine asking her to have sex or even something as simple as a kiss with tongue ... the girl would convulse.
fucking vi with the strap for the first time except she expects to be in control, but then you start saying how good she looks and feels, how tight and wet her pussy is, how cute she is, and she can’t help but just lay there whimpering and take it
warnings: whiny sub!vi (kind of powerbottom in the beginning) + dom!reader, strap-on sex, teasing.
It started out as expected.
"C'mon, put it in." Vi instructed you. You listened, spreading apart her lips with the tip, slowly pushing through the slick and into the weeping hole.
Vi usually always had control in your sex life. You had been dating for months, and when it came to everything else, she told you what to do. You were the one who would whine into her pussy, or spend the night fingering her to please her, always wanting to be her good girl. You figured the strap-on you purchased just a few days ago wouldn't make much of a difference. She would tell you what to do, and you'd whimper as you fucked her. Vi thought that too.
Both of you were extremely wrong.
Vi clenches around the sudden intrusion, drawing in a sharp breath. You, from on top, lean in and rub over her cheek with your thumb.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?" You worriedly ask.
"Shh, I'm fine. I just need to get used to it. Just..do it slowly, okay?" She assured you, though her voice was shaky. It wasn't something you were used to hearing.
With caution, you began to slowly pull out until just a bit of the toy was left buried within Vi's heat, and then you slid back into her. She didn't groan or take those sharp, moan-laced breaths that you typically heard in the past. Instead, she whined.
Her voice had risen, and she whined from beneath you. You immediately stopped, thinking she was in pain, but Vi put on a hand on your back, clutching you with her nails.
"Don't stop, please. Feels good." Vi sounded much different than you had ever heard her sound like, and it sent a pang of heat below. You nodded, drawing back once more, and slamming back into her. She made a noise as though she was truly being gutted, loud and lost in what was happening.
You set a mild pace of what was not shallow thrusts, but also wasn't fully inside her. You knew she wasn’t as used to this, but her reaction said otherwise.
“Fuck me. More, please. Fuck, I need more.” Vi pleaded with a moan, and you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the back of her thighs to force them further apart and pull your hips back until just a bit of the toy was left nestled inside her tightness. Then, you slammed forward until your bodies met.
“Hnnhh!!—“ Vi moaned at the sudden, deep thrust. You didn’t stop, though. You continued pounding into her, staring down at her face while you do. She couldn't even make eye contact, being too flustered to meet your gaze.
That’s when you decided to fuck with her.
“Can’t speak properly? It’s okay, baby. Your pussy tells me everything.”
“What..?” She slurs out, her brows drawn closely in a furrow of confusion and hazy pleasure. She was drunk on the feeling of your strap deep in her, making her clench and squeeze to draw you in deeper.
“You heard me. I can feel you squeezing me.” You gave her a harsh thrust to reiterate your point, and you relished in the cry that it caused. “I can see how wet you are, too. It's cute, babe.”
Words died out as you fucked her with deep thrusts, slamming into her until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and her helpless little whines of pleasure. She didn't have the means to speak, not when you had the silicone rubbing the inside of her walls in a way that sent little bolts of pleasure throughout her body. She was writhing underneath you like she was struggling to take you. Your words sent something as thrilling as humiliation through her, and eventually, she couldn't hold back from you.
“G-Gonna cum..I can’t hold it anymore..” Was all she could manage before you felt her gush around the strap, leaving a creamy, white ring of release around the silicone. You fucked her through it until your strong, fighter of a girlfriend was pawing at your back and beckoning you closer for post-sex cuddles.
You pulled out of her with a lewd pop, the strap soaked with both of your juices. She didn't wait and pulled you closer into her arms until you melt into them like a popsicle.
“You took it like a bitch,” you teased her, giggling when a harmless scowl spread across her face.
“Shut up. You’re not all that, okay? I was just..carried away.” Despite the teasing, she squeezed you in her arms.
“Will you get carried away next time, too?”
“Definitely.”
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mmm okay but subtop!vi has been on my mind a lot lately… more importantly, subtop!vi who begs to fuck you 24/7. who’ll quite literally get on her knees and give you the sweetest puppy eyes ever.. the whiniest tone to her voice as she gives you an oh so polite “please, princess?” and how can you say no to that face? so you’ll put aside whatever you’re doing and let her fuck you. you can’t really complain, in all honesty. cause despite her outwardly mean and sometimes harsh demeanour, it’s so painfully adorable how she gets when she’s with you. she’ll usually opt for eating you out, because she’s a munch— no other way to put it. and she’ll stay there for hours, face buried between the fat of your thighs as she whines and groans into your cunt, hands gripping at your stomach and your hips and basically anywhere she can reach, her hips canting against the edge of the mattress just for a little bit of relief on her poor clit :( when you finally have enough, after what you think might be about five orgasms, she’ll climb on top of you and kiss your face ever so gently, muttering that shes sorry and she “just loves your pussy so much…” and yeah, maybe there’s a chance she’s whipped.
subtop!vi who gets sososo pussydrunk when she eats you out, messily making out with your cunt as her head lulls down, pressing her mouth farther into you
and her eyes, oh dear. they’re all big and glazed over, pupils blown out with pure adoration and worship when she stares up at you, eager to ensure you’re pleased with her work
her hands are busy, always are. one hand holding onto yours, still sticky with her saliva from when she sucked your cum off her fingers from last round. the other is gently tracing around your abdomen, fingers drawing hearts and writing praise from your chest to your lower stomach
⎯ like that time you were teaching vi how to french kiss ⎯
cw: female reader, shy and inexperienced vi, french kiss, sweet reader, fluff with a lot of sexual tension. vi is so adorable, she can't help but say she loves you bc of the way you treat her <33333.
you look into her eyes, knowing that vi is a storm of nerves, and you smile softly, trying to calm her. “ready?” you whisper, and she nods, unable to articulate a single word. you slowly bring your face closer to hers, feeling her shaky breath against your lips. her eyes close just as your mouths meet, your tongues accidentally touching. the surprise overtakes her, and she pulls back a step.
“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, vi,” you say tenderly. “we’ll try again, but this time at your pace, okay?”
vi nods with her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. you pull her gently by the waist, bringing her closer to you, and her lips part slightly. her breathing becomes uneven, and you can feel her heart racing wildly. your tongues move timidly, testing, exploring, and every movement is clumsy and adorable at the same time. she lets out a soft moan, and you suppress a laugh, knowing that the sweetness of the moment is what’s making her even more nervous.
“shh, relax pretty,” you whisper, and your lips move with more confidence, your tongues dancing in a gentle melody of discovery.
sensing her inexperience, you softly take the lead, guiding her lips and tongue with yours. vi begins to relax, following your movements with growing confidence. her breathing becomes labored, and her arms tighten around your waist. her mouth opens slightly more, allowing you to deepen the kiss, which evolves into an exchange of saliva and soft sounds that escape from her lips. her tongue entangles with yours in a clumsy dance, every caress and lick confessing her nervousness. her eyes open for a brief moment, revealing the innocence behind her masked aggression, and you pause, captivated by the tenderness of the desire in her gaze.
her face reddens even more, and you feel warmth spreading through your chest, knowing that you’re affecting her in exactly the way you want. “see?” you whisper. “it’s not so bad, right?” she nods, and you kiss her again, this time with the intention of making her feel safe and cherished. her lips are soft and warm, and each kiss you give her brings her closer to comfort. as the kiss deepens, her breathing intertwines with yours, and vi’s hands move to your back, caressing you tenderly. she lets out a small moan that melts into the tension-filled air, and you hold her even tighter, savoring the taste of her innocence and the passion awakening in every caress.
vi clings to you more intensely, her lips moving with yours, every lick you give her mouth igniting her further. her teeth clash awkwardly against yours as she tries to imitate your caresses, and the saliva begins to flow between you, creating a sticky sound that fills the silence of the room. her eyes open and close to the rhythm of the kiss, the moonlight filtering through the window illuminating her flushed face.
“is this what a kiss with… with…” she whispers, unable to finish her sentence as every attempt to speak turns into a gasp.
“yes, my love, with the tongue,” you reply with a mischievous smile, never stopping the kiss.
she processes your response and continues, now with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. she starts to respond with her own tongue, sliding it into your mouth, licking your lips and teeth with the clumsiness of someone discovering a new taste and texture. her movements are erratic, full of unrestrained passion, and with each lick she gives you, you feel her handing over another piece of her vulnerability.
“vi, slow down,” you whisper, gently guiding her face, showing her the softness she’s capable of.
she calms down for a moment, her eyes opening, revealing the confusion and fear of not being what you want, of not knowing what you’re looking for. you look at her tenderly, caressing her cheek with the tip of your finger, making her understand that there’s nothing to fear, that you’re guiding her on this path of discovery.
the kiss turns wild again, the tension rises, and the room fills with the sound of her moans and your whispered reassurances. your mouth explores hers, your tongues intertwining, separating, and meeting again in a sensual and sinuous dance that seems endless. the training room becomes a refuge of passion and discovery, and in every moment, vi’s hardness fades, revealing the sweetness hidden beneath her tough exterior.
her breathing turns into gasps, her hands move urgently across your back, and the sensation of her fingers caressing your skin is exquisite. the kiss has become a storm she can’t control, an explosion of desire that overwhelms her, embarrassing her and, at the same time, filling her with a pleasure she never imagined.
in an experienced gesture, you take her chin, pausing the storm of kisses for a moment, and look into her eyes. in that instant, you see the life behind the tough facade she shows the world. “relax, you’re perfect,” you whisper, and she, with her gaze clouded by excitement, smiles shyly at you, letting you know that despite the clumsiness, what she feels is real, pure, and that she doesn’t want the kiss to end.
with your hearts beating in unison, you continue the lesson, guiding vi through this uncharted territory. every deep kiss and every caress of your tongues becomes a promise of what you could be. her nails lightly press into your skin, an instinctive response to the pleasure overwhelming her. her eyes widen, and in them, you see a mixture of wonder, desire, and a little bit of fear. you caress her gently, letting her know that everything is in her hands, that she’s the one in control, the one deciding the pace.
catching her breath, vi begins to take the lead, kissing you with the intensity she feels, returning the passion you’ve taken the time to awaken in her. her mouth opens, and her saliva mingles with yours in a clumsy and beautiful union. her moans grow louder, and the sexual tension that has built up in the room is palpable. your breathing quickens, your hands move down her back, pulling her hips closer to yours, and the sensation of her curves against you is deliciously overwhelming.
your lips part, panting in unison, saliva glistening at the corners of your mouths. her eyes open, full of disbelief and excitement. “that… that was…” vi stammers, her hands clutching your shirt.
you smile, caressing her cheek. “that was a kiss. a real kiss.”
she looks at your mouth, temptation glowing in her eyes. “can we try again?”
“of course,” you reply, your lips moving toward hers again.
your lips meet in a kiss even more passionate than the last, your tongues tangling, testing, learning. her nails dig into your back, pushing your mouth against hers, and the sound of crumpled fabric joins your gasps.
“ah…” vi moans, and the sound pierces your chest.
“do you like it?” you whisper against her lower lip.
she nods, and her mouth opens, inviting you to deepen it further. she begins to move her tongue, mimicking your caresses, and every movement is a step forward in trust and comfort.
“yes… more…” she whispers, and you can’t help but smile at the plea in her tone.
the kiss intensifies, the training room turning into a whirlwind of passion, and the night stretches out before you, full of possibilities and discoveries.
“i… i love you,” vi murmurs, her hot breath brushing against your neck.
your hands freeze, your eyes snapping open in shock. “what?”
she pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with panic. “i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t… i didn’t mean…”
you grab her shoulders, stopping her torrent of apologies. “vi, don’t worry. that wasn’t bad. i love you too, i always have..."
she looks at you, insecurity battling with emotion. “really?”
you nod, smiling sincerely. “really.”
with a sigh of relief, vi hugs you, and your mouths find each other again, her confession still lingering in the air. the kiss softens, now filled with an affection that wasn’t obvious in the earlier clumsiness and overwhelming desire.
“vi, if you want, there are many more lessons i can teach you,” you whisper in her ear, prompting her to bite your earlobe in affirmation of her desire.
“tell me what else you want us to do?” she asks, eager to learn.
you smile, savoring the excitement of the night ahead. “let the magic take its course,” you say, kissing her again, guiding her in the dance of desire, letting her feel every step she takes on this entirely new journey for her.
thinking about loser vi who humps on the strap harness when she's fucking you!!
｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who invites you over to her place when you mention that you're trying to organise a few study groups at the town library with a few of your friends to her. she knows she's got a shitload of assignments due by the end of the week like you, you're fun to work with, she wants to help you with your notes and you haven't been in her bed in forever. she can't help herself.
loser vi who cannot stop letting her pussy do all her thinking when you show up at her door with your laptop and books all in your bag and your smile so radiant from the familiarity of her face and the kisses she pulls you into after you handed her a pipeline punch monster.
loser vi who's sitting against the headboard of her bed with you leaning your head on her shoulder, writing perfectly detailed and descriptive notes with her hand beginning to cramp while you're reading through some article for history on your laptop for some upcoming important quiz. she can tell you're tired and bored with the way you're slumped against her, sighing through your nose without even realising and squinting your eyes from the bright screen every time she looks over at you. you have been doing this for atleast two hours - she knows that you both need a break.
loser vi who asks you if you wanna lay down and cuddle for a little while, pressing kisses to the crown of your head when you say yes and move your laptop and both of your textbooks on her bedside table, her hands on your waist as she practically guides you back to her, burying your face into her chest while she murmurs a "c'mere, baby."
loser vi who's pulled her blanket to stop at your chests, one of her hands running through your hair and she's murmuring about unimportant nothing's about her day and powder. she guides one of her hands to unclasp your bra, knowing that the fabric would be uncomfortably pressing into your skin, discarding the item by tossing it on the ground. you know the action is out of genuine love and hope to comfort you - but you also know violet well enough to already know that it's also out of lust.
loser vi who's hands are grasping your hips as leverage when fucking you with her strap another two hours later, both your and her pyjamas thrown onto the floor like your bra, her fluffy blue blanket pushed to the end of the bed. she's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, a train of whimpers, moans and curses leaving her heart shaped lips as if the rest of her family isn't in the house.
"fuck, baby," she whines, throwing her head back. back she's always been a whiner, it's one of the things you adore the most about her, apart from her hair and the love she has for you. she's the sweetest girlfriend you could be blessed with, and you're forever grateful to the foils of the universe that it gave you the chance to meet her and have her in your life.
her pace grows sloppier from a newcome friction she feels on her clit from the harness of her strap when she grinds on it, her eyes squeezing shut as she does so. she's doing both - fucking you and grinding her clit on the harness of ther strap, even if the balance between doing both is sloppy.
"look at me." you speak out, your hands squeezing her biceps as if it were the only thing you could do to stabilise yourself, which it was. you don't mind that she's doing this in anyway whatsoever. it's cute, the way her eyebrows furrow and her mouth hangs open and her tits bounce when she's becoming mayor of pound town with you, always acting like she's the one getting fucked when you are.
she complied after a few moments of bliss, tilting her head back down to look down into your eyes. you look so pretty, with the way sweat is beading down your forehead and you're grasping onto her and your pussy is taking her dick so easily. she leaned down to kiss you, whimpering into your mouth when you shove your tounge into hers and wrap your legs around her waist to encourage her movements, earning a loud moan from her when she hid her face in your neck and the both of you came at the same time, her needy pussy absolutely soaking the harness without shame.
she eventually pulls away from you after a few minutes of hugging and kissing for a few minutes, glancing over at your textbooks, dead laptop and half drank monster can sitting sadly, though her eyes shift back to your face when she notices herself yearning to look at you. "you wanna go again?"
i wrote this so fast and rushed so if it's a lil bad in some spots that's why 😭 also why half of this was hcs and the other half was like a fic LMAO
Viktor has a kink for choking Jayce. He would NEVER do that to Sky Young or Mel Medarda. He sees his beautiful women and sits down in love, adoration, submission or control, whatever they need. But that man? Until he turns blue from lack of oxygen. IF the girls ask or communicate interest and he is absolutely certain in their boundaries, quadruple checked that they are comfortable with him doing that (he can get quite lost in squeezing) he can do it to them too, but never out of the blue. Jayce on the other hand is lucky if he gets as much as a warning before he's somewhere on cloud nine gasping for air (he loves it).
Maggie would probably be into Alex cumming on her face when she's riding her face. Not so much on her hair though.
Alex at most times, would only do it on her face. But when she's mad or feeling bratty, she would cum on both Maggie's face and hair, then leave her to take care of it herself, lmao.
