Sometimes Iāll read a description of a oneshot and be like āholy shit, thatās nasty omgā and then Iāll see I already liked itā¦. Well damn maybe I am a freak.
Okay yall im looking for an Ellie oneshot series that I for the life of me can not find. Itās pretty much reader was with Abby but Abby died in the military or something, and Ellie was also in the military, and got traumatized so she moves back in with Joel. Which is where she meets the reader.
I donāt know if it was ever finished but I need to find it PLEASE
I genuinely think of this scene once a day. My brother in Christ Iāve never been so turned on by a single frame in my life. I need her so bad. I literally jizz my pants every time I see it. Vi arcane, what I would do for you in the dark of the night cannot be spoken out loud. Theyād burn me like a witch.
(Synopsis: Viās been having a hard time recently. You decide to give her a little relief.)
(Cw : !SMUT MDNI!, lesbian sex, Sub!Vi, oral (both!r), thigh riding (vi!r), strap (vi!r), begging, mentions of alcohol, profanity, crying from overstim, a little angst but not really, kinda fluff)
As her newly dark hair falls over her eyes all she could think about was how angry she was. It hadnāt even quite hit her yet why. Maybe it was her bruised knuckles, and the way they made her hands look so ruff against your skin. Or the fact that the lights were blinding her eyes. But as she looked up at you over the bar counter, she knew she had one thing to be surely mad at. You were gonna probably gonna send her home.
She held your forearm with a small bit of pressure. Putting the drink you were making for your final customer of the night on pause.
āPlease. I need a drink. Just one.ā Vi pleads. She looks tired. Her shoulders are slightly slouched and her eyes look sullen. You canāt help but sigh. This is the third night this week youāve denied her service. Normally you canāt help but place down another beer for a drunkerd. A few extra dollars in your pocket from some rando isnāt the worst thing in the world. But when itās your friend thatās when it gets complicated.
āVi, Iām off in a minute. Just let me finish making this and you can come with me back to mine. Okay?ā You smile softly. Her grip on your arm loosens and she looks at you for a second, debating her answer. Did she really want you to take her home and put her to bed. Her eyes flicker to the softness in your eyes. And the way your chest moved delicately up and down while you breathed. Actually that doesnāt sound like a bad idea right now. Maybe she wasnāt that upset after all.
āFine. Just-ā She breathes out heavy, hanging her head. āDonāt make me wait too long.ā She lets up on your arm and walks over to the exit waiting for you. You canāt help but stare at her as you clean up and clock out. Her jacket is slung over her shoulder. The fabric molding to the sweat covered muscles of her back. Like an unruly child she scrapes her large leather boots across the floor back n forth. Almost in protest of you testing her level of patience.
You walk over to her and she gives you a slight tinge of a smile as she wraps her arm around your shoulders.
āYouāre getting sweat on me.ā You grimace. She just places a peck on your cheek with a stuck up grin.
āYou love it.ā
āI donāt think Iāve ever done anything to give you that impression.ā You roll your eyes. But the undeniable smile covering your face gives her the courage she needs for the night.
The walk home was quick since you live not too far. Which vi was pleased about. The second you unlocked the door she pulled you into your own home, leading you to your room.
āWhat the hell are you doing.ā You canāt help but laugh.
āNothing I just wanna talk.ā She says sitting down on your bed. Discarding her boots and jacket to the floor.
āTalk?ā You question. Youāre used to her flirting. Sheās done it her whole life. Sheās never really not been a charmer. But ever since she started doing those pit fights and coming to find you at the bar afterwards, itās been a little intense. She started coming as a way to see you. Sheād buy a drink. Chat you up. Get turned down. And sheād buy another. You could tell she was just sad and lonely. So you didnāt really give the idea of it the time of day. But as the drinking became more intense you got worried. She only seemed to become more upset the more times you sent her on her way. Beer in hand. Youād started to think you definitely fucked up. And she wasnāt joking around.
āCanāt remember the last time we talked about anything other than how bad you want me.ā You tease, trying to keep the energy light. Maybe just this once. Youād try and see how this goes.
āYou know Iāve had a really shitty day. Lost my match. And the only thing thatās made me feel better is the sight of you. You seem to have that effect on me recently.ā She states as you sit down next to her. She leans to rest her head down softly on your shoulder. You donāt quite know how to react to what sheās just said. Her breath is hitting your skin sending a shiver down your back. You go to rest your hand to her cheek bringing her to face you, but she pulls back almost like a flinch. You ease her in closer.
āI donāt think I wanna talk right now.ā You whisper, leaning in slightly to close the gap. She almost gasps at the contact but finds composure and melts into the kiss. All she could think about for weeks was how you would feel against her. If your lips were soft or if your eyelashes would flutter against her cheeks. But nothing could have prepared her for how heavenly you would feel.
The softness of your lips had her entranced as she pulled you in for more. Leaning into you making you fall back on your arms, deeper into your bed. She parts for a second, taking in your face. The way your eyes dart from hers to her lips. The way they your lips stay open slightly. Like theyāre inviting her back in. You take the chance and kiss her again. Guiding her body up into a sitting position. Practically straddling your hips. You place a hand to her chest, feeling up to her neck. You could feel her heart racing under your touch. Deep breaths wracked her body as you fiddled with the wraps around her torso.
āCan I?ā You question and she continues to kiss you, moving down your neck.
āPlease.ā She exhales and you start removing them. Much too slow for her taste. Sheās antsy, nipping at your skin as you work. You finally get it off and take a second to admire her. She beautiful. Her skin is pale but it glimmers with sweat as she pants. You run your fingers over her chest, caressing her softly making her look at you nervously. What if you didnāt like them. What if-
āGod youāre fucking perfect.ā You exclaim quietly, placing soft kisses upon them. Her head falls back as you enclose on of them in your mouth. Putting your tongue to work, rolling over her nipple gently with your other hand.
Her hand grips your thigh tightly as a way to cope with the new sensation. She runs her other over your head till you pull back. She looks at you slightly confused till you begin removing your top, making her eyes go wide. The black bra still covering your chest doesnāt keep her from gawking. She slides off your lap for a second, hastily removing her own black jeans leaving her in just a pair of boxers in front of you. Her happy trail on display. Scooting forward you grab her hand placing it on your own pants. Giving her permission to remove them.
She bends down in front of you, sliding them over your hips and down your legs. Running her fingers up your thighs she starts to spread them apart, but you urge her back onto your lap.
āYou said you had a bad day? Let me make you feel good.ā You breathe into her ear, teasing her boxers off with your fingertips. Which she is now eagerly ripping off. Placing her, now noticeably wet, core down on one of your thighs. You grip her hips with a bit of force. Guiding them in a back in forth motion. She lets out a soft grunt as she slowly picks up the pace. Resting her head in the crook of your neck, she sloppily places small pecks to your collar bone. Her hands gripping your waist to keep steady.
Each motion she made caused a moan to leave her lips. They started quiet but as her legs became shaky youād remind her how good she was doing. You rock your leg up into her, making the whining become louder. Her voice barely sounding legible between gasps, as she pleads with you.
āFuck! I- I canātā¦ā She lets out, whipping her head back. You just smile at her softly. You roll over onto the bed, bringing her under you. Her hair falling back out of her face, leaving you with her wide eyed expression. Sheās confused as to why you stopped her from finishing, till you get down on your knees beside the bed. Pulling her legs towards you and resting them on your shoulders. Her toned thighs clenched around you in anticipation as you leave little kisses to the area.
Sheās starts to get needy, grinding her hips upward towards your lips when you grip her tightly. Looking up at her flushed face. Any makeup she was wearing earlier was fully smudged off and beads of sweat dripped down her abs as her deep breaths made each one flex just a little. It makes your brain spin a little as she looks at you with softness. Eyes pleading with you. Practically begging for relief.
āPlease-ā She starts to say when you run your tongue through her folds. Her whole body melts into the bed. Each dip into her making her squirm as you work your way to her clit. Tonguing it with swift motion. Loud grunts leave her lips as she grips your head trying to push you in closer. She wants more. Which is fine. You have much more to give.
Coming up for air you slightly knock her hand out of the way. You begin holding her hips up with nothing but your own strength. Her legs fully over your shoulders. She tries to help by holding herself up with her forearms. But as you begin sucking on the sensitive area she gives up. An echoing moan leaves her as her core starts to tense up. Gripping your sheets tightly, she holds her eyes closed. Almost embarrassed to face you like this. Weak and to your will.
Her hips start to twitch. And before you could even prepare sheās a mess under you. Her release covering your mouth. She lays there panting for a minute while you gently set her down. Leaving wet kisses up her body, till youāre lying against her. Bringing her lips you yours, letting her taste herself. She holds you tight as if scared you would leave. Bitting slightly at your lips. Just enough to claim her stake. Her hand falls to your underwear line and she starts to inch closer to your core. You couldnāt help but peek to see the way her tattoos flowed with her muscles at each movement.
Moving your hips forward you allow her to start softly running her fingers through your folds. A small murmur of pleasure creeps out making her smile into the kiss. Applying light pressure she moves in circular motions, moving her kisses down your neck. Nipping at it slightly. The louder you get the faster she goes. The restriction of your panties upsets her so she takes a pause to slide them off and gets right back to it.
You place your hand on hers and guide it down to your entrance. She understands quickly and moves to be more on top of you. Holding one of your thighs down slightly with her leg. Holding herself up with one of her arms, her other glides its first finger into your core gently. She hesitates for a moment before you impatiently buck your hips, letting her know itās okay to start moving.
She starts gingerly. Nervous almost. But as you whisper words of encouragement under your breath she starts to pick up the pace. Each thrust making you squirm under her. As her speed increases you bring one of your own hands down to massage your clit. The feeling of another finger entering makes a warmth start building in your stomach. Vi grunts as she continues. Her eyes not leaving you. The way your chest moves at her motions could make her drool. She starts to curl her fingers upward inside you and your pace becomes faster. But itās sloppy, and a lack of composure becomes apparent.
āFuck! Vi donāt stopā¦ donāt fucking stop.ā You say stern, even in your current state. Your legs start to shake under her and with a last pump the feeling in your stomach releases making your whole body tense against her. She slowly starts to remove her fingers, placing them in her mouth to lick them clean. Under heavy lids you look at her with a smirk. She liked the way you tasted. You could see it on her face. She was pussy drunk.
Sitting up you move to reach under the bed. Grabbing what you need from the box you kept there. She looks at you curious till you bring it into her view. The hot pink strap, now sitting on your lap, makes her eyes go wide.
āDo you want me too..ā She starts but as you get up and start to tighten it around your hips, she understands. āOh!ā
āIs this okay?ā You check walking towards her position at the edge of the bed. She nods her head rapidly making you chuckle a bit. Pink dusting over her cheeks as you stand between her legs. Cupping her face you rub your thumb across her tattoo, taking in the way she looks. Even in the dark her powder blue eyes sparkle. Her hair canāt help fall slightly in the way of her view. Which in this moment is not something sheās fond of. She wants to see you.
Leaning down, you delicately leave a kiss to her forehead. Grabbing her hand in the process. You pull her up to stand in front of you.
āTurn around.ā You muse and she looks at you a little confused, following instructions anyways. The sight of her tattoo covering her back makes you take a deep breath. God sheās so fucking hot. You rub your hands down her back, tracing each line of ink. She shivers slightly under your touch reminding you of what you were doing in the first place. Bending her over, she places her knees and hands down onto the bed and braces herself. Climbing up to bring your pelvis to her ass, you position yourself.
Caressing her hips softly you question āready?ā And you see her nod.
Pushing the tip of the strap in slowly you let her get accustomed to the feeling. A audible moan leaves her and you place a kiss to her back. Finding yourself a rhythm you begin thrusting into her. Slow at first, not to scare her. But then she started begging for it.
āPlease! Faster.ā She groaned, spreading her legs a bit wider. Which allowed for you to go deeper. Your thighs hitting her ass making as slapping noise echo in the room. But it was hard to hear over the loud whines that escapes her mouth. She canāt help but curse your name as you apply some pressure to her back, making her arch deeper. Holding her hips tightly to secure the motion. Her arms give out and her torso becomes flesh with the sheets. Arms up above her head. She turns slightly back to look at you. Reaching under you start to rub her off while continuing to slam into her.
āHoly shit!ā She exclaims trying to hide her face behind her arm, but you stop her.
āPretty girl, I need you to look at me.ā You smile and she moves her arm. Small tears gather in her eyes from the overstimulation on her pussy. You get concerned for a second but when her legs start to twitch a little she practically begs for you to go harder. It only takes a few more pumps before her legs give out and you can feel warmth covering your hand. Easing out of her, you pull out and remove the strap from your hips.
She lays there, body sprawled out across your bed. Her eyes are closed but she has a grin adorning her face. A slight flush on her skin apparent. Quickly placing a kiss to her shoulder, you get up to grab a damp towel. Coming back to sit next to her.
āCome here.ā You bring her closer to begin wiping her down. Cleaning her off. She looks up at you with a grin. She puts a hand to your cheek, pulling your lips down to hers. The kiss is gentle and needy. She just wants to feel you. Resting her forehead to yours she sighs.
āYou okay?ā You question, caressing her arm softly.
Whatās gonna happen when I write this vi smut and sheās not a top. Yall are gonna get mad at me I know it. THAT GIRL IS A SWITCH AT BEST. Accept the truth.
(Synopsis: They werenāt super close as children, but running around in the same crowd kept them in the know of each other. But years later she might be all Viās got left.)
(Warnings: drunk!vi, alcohol, mentions of physical violence ā not towards readerā, itās mostly fluff, a little bit of angst, no mentions of physical attributes, just she/her pronouns, not proof read)
You donāt even know how it got to this point. Sitting at the booth in a gross, sticky, and dark club, watching over a girl you didnāt think you would ever see again. And maybe you were right. Cause sheās not the same girl you remember running around the streets of the under city as a child. The one who always had a bright look in her eyes as she tried so hard to live up to her fatherās name, and keep her siblings safe.
But one thing was the same behind those, now dark and sad, slate grey eyes. She was a fighter. In the most literal sense. She couldnāt keep her fist off a jaw if she tried. Night after night she would cover her distinct tattoos and red hair with dark paint. Disguising herself from the public who claimed her strength as a prize. Or maybe even hiding from herself. She wasnāt to sure anymore.
But as the nights carried on the paint got messier and the drinks were getting stronger. And it was hard to watch. But here you were. Watching. So hard you thought your eyes might bleed from all the strobing lights and smoke filling the air. Any other night you might have gone to bed. Ignored the aching feeling you had, and left her to party the rest of the night away. But you couldnāt. Because there she was also watching you. As she sloppily got up with a bottle in her hand and started to walk towards the exit, the urge to follow consumed you. Because you knew she wanted you too. She was practically begging. And so you did. Meeting her by the stairs leading to her small apartment.
āThank god you came, I thought I was gonna have to drink all alone tonight.ā She slurred and you sighed resting your hip against the wall, propping yourself up.
āWhat would you do without me.ā You smiled at her. Trying not to be angry with how fucked up she sounds. Slyly taking the bottle from her and helping her steady by the waist you walk her home.
āYou know youāre so pretty when youāre mad at me.ā She sighs as you push her door open. You just roll your eyes. Sheās been doing this for months. Ever since her first pit match. You were hired as a sort of nurse for the ring. Patching up the people who were getting their shit rocked, and the people doing the punching. Making sure they were healed enough for their next match. And the second you saw her step in that ring you knew it was her. Sure she looked a little different. But her deep upper cut. You could never forget that.
So you causally brought up growing up in the lanes while bandaging her fists that day. How you were pretty shy but always friendly with a boy named Ekko. And he had introduced you to his friends a few times. You could tell she remembered you. But she didnāt say anything. Which was okay. You could tell she didnāt really want to be known at that point. But as time went on she spent more time talking to you after matches. Sitting at the bar just trying to figure out how life got both of you here.
But she also found alcohol along the way. And that concerned you. She would always assure you she was fine. And you chose to believe her. Even though it sometimes seemed she would look right through you. Like she wished something else was there.
But even before the alcohol, the casual flirting was always there. Comments about how attractive you looked and how nice you were to her compared to the other fighters. Claiming you made her feel āso specialā and not just because it was coming from a beautiful girl like you.
So as you sit her down on her small bed and pull out some supplies to remove her makeup you canāt help but shake your head at her.
āYour dumb fake flirting isnāt going to get you out of this one vi. Youāre a mess.ā You sigh pushing her hair back with one hand, removing her makeup with the other.
āItās not fake and you know it.ā She rolls her eyes. āI want you. Please.ā She says griping the hand with the cloth in it. Rubbing her thumb across your knuckles softly. The difference between her ruff scared hands and yours now glaringly apparent.
āYouāre drunk and exhausted, and I wouldnāt be surprised if you had a bit of a concussion after todayās match. I havenāt seen you get hit that hard in a while.ā You say ignoring her advances. As youāve done before.
āIām fine. You know Iām fine.ā She reassures you. But the wavering of her eyes says otherwise.
āI know you think youāre fine-ā you remove your hand from hers and finish wiping her face. āBut I see you, Vi. And this isnāt fine.ā You say pointing from the bottle resting on her little table to her bruised fists.
She groans tossing her head back. And you gear up ready for a fight about how you donāt know what youāre talking about. But she rubs her eyes a little, her breath slowly becoming unsteady.
āYouāre right Iām sorry.ā She breathes out looking at you. The small bit of light roaming the room makes the wateriness of her eyes sparkle. āGod Iām so tired and I donāt know what to do.ā She cries.
You donāt even know how to respond. Sheās never really cried in front of you before. Sheās always been so tuff. But as she sits before you, even her toned and muscular body couldnāt make her look strong.
āIām so lonely. All I have at this point is you. And you donāt even want me.ā She continues and your face softens. Kneeling down in front of her you softly stroke her hair, pulling her in for a hug. She cautiously wraps her arms around you. Like just her touch might scare you away.
āYou have me. You do. I think you have for a while now. I just didnāt think you were serious.ā You reassure her. Her head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and you can hear her breathing steady slightly.
āIām always serious about you.ā She says softly, it being a bit muffled by her position. She pulls away from the hug, resting her forehead to yours. āCan you stay please. I donāt want to be alone.ā She asks quietly. Her warm breath hitting your lips.
āIāll stay.ā You grin and she moves to get up and grab a blanket. You help get her ready to lay down, removing her thick boots and setting aside the dirty cloth.
She props the blanket in your lap and she lays down. At first you just smile at how dainty she looks compared to how you usually see her. But her strong arm pulling you down next to her snaps you out of it pretty quickly.
Pulling the blanket over you both, you run your fingers through her hair. Analyzing her face one feature at a time. Her eyes seem a little more blue in this lighting. And you can finally see the small freckles adorning her skin.
āAre you trying to seduce me.ā She asks with a soft laugh. āCause itās working.ā
āDonāt get any funny ideas. Thatās not happening. At least not tonight.ā You say and you could have sworn her cheeks got a little pink.
āWell then youāve got to stop staring at me like thatā¦ At least not tonight.ā She jokes rolling over. Making you smile.
With her back to you, you place an arm around her waist holding her firm. You could feel her body stiffen and you try to remove your arm but she stops you. āNo wait. This is good.ā She whispers. āThis is good.ā And she holds your arm tight to her. Rubbing circles across it with her fingers. Her whole body relaxes against yours and you smile against her neck.
āYou know Iām not that same girl anymore.ā She sighs a little out of no where. But you get it, sheās trying to give you an out. A chance to run. You hum in response. āIām different I think. Iām not as strong as I used to be.ā She continues and you know sheās not talking about muscle, or brawn. She used to be a leader. Someone people looked up to. And nowā¦ most people didnāt even know her real name.
āThat might be true. But thatās okay.ā You say pressing a soft kiss to the base of her neck. āYouāve been through a lot. I think youāre holding on to a girl who didnāt know what life was yet. And youāre grown up. Itās normal to not be the same. Or feel the same.ā You continue and she turns to face you. Caressing your cheek softly.
āI think maybe I can be okay. With you.ā She muses. Placing a light kiss to your lips. Making you smile.
āGood cause Iām not going anywhere.ā
You donāt know if tomorrow she would go back to drinking. Or if she would get her ass kicked in the pit. But tonight she was safe. And she was with you. And as she fell asleep to your heart beating against her, you couldnāt help but hope it could stay this way. Cause for you. This was enough.
I havenāt written anything in so long butā¦ I fear pit fighter vi has dragged my lesbian ass out of writers block. SEND ME VI X READER REQUESTS PLEASE. I need her so badšššš»šš»
Iāve genuinely been losing my mind lately. I was hella sick, and then work was crazy, and then my mom when out of town so I had to watch all my younger siblings. I have had ZERO time to write. And now Christmas and new years is coming up so I have no idea if I will be able to.
So in short if you made a request HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY!
