hi hi, my pretty darlings! i'm lysie or moodie but you can call me whatever! let me introduce myself!
i'm 23 years old (for now-) my birthday is february 22nd! and i do basically writing on characters i obsess over, whether it's fluff or smut-
i'm pretty sapphic (i don't know what i like, just know that i don't like men-)
i love to draw, write, and bake even though, majority of the time it's absolutely terrible- (shut your mouth.) i might even post photos of my cooking or drawings if i feel confident in it-
and i also play games so please send recommendations!
fortnite
dead by daylight
roblox (scary + multiplayer games)
dragon age
sims 4
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current fandoms i'm in love with:
Arcane (masterlist here!)
also some rules i have for you guys:
-please be respectful, that's an absolute given
-if you do put in a request, i have every right to decline especially if it's something I'm not comfortable with.
-and love on one another and yourself, we already live in a world where people can't accept others for being different and my blog is an absolute safe space for all those gays, theys and queers alike.
cw: reader is straight and has never dated a woman before vi , vi is her gay awakening , roommate au , sa rescue , sweet girlfriend!vi , gentle smut , fingering , kissing , vi is a loser with zero strap game so she fingers , vi is shy , praise kink ? , confessing feelings . 2.5k words
The house you and Vi shared together wasn’t anything big. It was cramped but it was cozy. You both drew strict boundaries usually. You knew from the moment you met her that she was gay, however… one thing that didn’t seem to rub Vi right was the fact, you were straight and you had guys over every other day.
It wasn’t even as if you had a committed relationship and you only slept with a singular guy. It was like every other night you got back home with another guy, and although Vi wanted to say something against it— she stopped herself remembering that you also did pay the bills besides her.
So the house was yours just as much as it was hers.
The problem wasn’t that you dated around a lot and all the men suspiciously smelled like they’d taken a shower— the problem was the sounds.
Headboard banging against the wall, and the muffled sounds of your moans that came through the thin walls Vi cursed at instead of you, her roommate who was making the sounds in the first place… because God did you sound so good when you moaned.
At first, the sound made her unintentionally rub herself through her clothes, other hand scrolling on her phone although she didn’t really care whatever she was scrolling by. The only thing she could focus on was the heavenly sounds you were making.
But that’s when her brain had to remind her, “she’s not yours, dude. It’s somebody else making her moan like that.”
And the thought alone made Vi want to slam her face into the wall.
She sighed deeply, turning her phone off and tossing it to the side.
For some reason, it really pissed her off knowing it wasn’t her treating you right, making sure you had whatever you needed and wanted. Making sure you came nicely on her fingers and strap that she kept tucked away in her drawer, not having used it once since she got it.
Well, let’s be honest.
Vi was pretty much a loser.
She didn’t have much game in getting women.
But that wasn’t because she wasn’t pretty or good looking.
It was because she just sucked at asking women out. How the hell was she supposed to do that without stammering and making a fool out of herself? She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head.
It didn’t help.
Your loud “oh fuck!” made her want to kick your door down and demand the man left without his clothes. But she wouldn’t, obviously.
She was a loser, but she wasn’t an asshole.
You were always exceptionally pretty in Vi’s eyes and she’d hoped you were into girls until she met your boyfriend at that time. After you both had broken up, Vi had very enthusiastically suggested that you try your hand at dating women, but you turned her down rather politely.
Somehow, that night you’d ended up falling asleep with your head on Vi’s lap, bingeing movies with her.
The memory of it made Vi blush the same color as her hair.
She hated how easy she was for you.
“Fuck, Tyler, oh! I’m close, I’m close—”
Vi grabbed her pillow and pressed it to both sides of her head, trying to drown out the sounds. The sound of creaking furniture intensified and then finally came to a halt.
Vi slowly lowered the pillow, jaw clenched so tight that her face hurt.
“Why am I so affected?” She thought. “I shouldn’t be… but she’s so… I need her to be mine in a way that it hurts seeing everyone else get to put a smile on her face when I’m just her… roommate.”
That night, Vi barely slept.
The next morning when she had walked out of the room she saw you leaning against the counter as you buttered a piece of toast carefully. You saw Vi by the corner of your eyes and offered a sweet smile.
Vi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Hey, I’m sorry if we kept you up yesterday, Tyler’s just so good.” You put the buttering knife down, “can you believe it? My dating life is finally getting back on its feet.”
Vi smiled dryly, trying to appear as supportive as she could, “yeah ’course. Happy for you.”
Your eye smile flickered a little. “Oh, I’m sorry, did we keep you up too late?”
“No, not at all,” Vi lied quickly, “m’just… a little stressed with college, that’s all.”
“Oh, alright. Let me know if I can help you in any way.”
Fuck, why the hell were you so sweet to her when all she did was lounge around as your roommate and occasionally become your tissue box when you cried on her shoulder and soaked her sweatshirts.
“Hey, Vi, can I ask you something?”
Vi nodded, getting herself a bottle of water.
“What’s up?”
“Uh, so Tyler is coming over this weekend and we decided that instead of eating out, I would cook and have a little date night at home…” you paused, then took a deep breath and asked, “is there any way you could— y’know— give us some privacy?”
Vi nodded again, “yeah, sure. Let me know the timing, and I’ll be outta your way.”
Considering how cool her voice was when she replied, her heart was beating so fast that she barely even breathed as she made herself some eggs. She couldn’t believe you’d planned a date night with some guy who looked like he had bargained his way into planet earth.
Either way, Vi told herself to be happy for you.
But it didn’t last.
Not when Vi finally got back home that night and she heard the sounds. Not pleasured moans. Muffled voices.
“Let go—”
“Hold still!”
The sound of clothes rustling. Then the sound of something falling and breaking— maybe a lamp, maybe your bedside table clock.
Vi’s brows furrowed and she closed the door behind herself silently, walking down the hall as quietly as possible. She inched closer to the door.
“I came all the way here, not to just have you fucking giggle around and cuddle—”
“Tyler— what’s gotten into you?! I told you, I don’t want to—”
SMACK!
The sound of hand against skin was so sharp it made Vi’s stomach twist uncomfortably. Before she could contemplate any further, she kicked the door open.
You were pinned to the bed, legs dangling off the edge of the bed with Tyler’s hands pinning them above your head. Your eyes widened at the sight of her standing at the door.
“Vi! Violet! Help— please!”
“Quiet!” Tyler yelled.
“Back the fuck off!” Vi yelled back, advancing towards him.
The sight of her bulging muscles was enough to scare Tyler’s boner back down. He glanced at you, then back at Vi and quickly grabbed his jacket off the back of your study desk chair.
“Get the fuck lost.” Vi called after him as he ran out the door like a scared little rat. She didn’t care to chase him, didn’t care to fight. She didn’t care about him actually, yeah every cell in her body itched for a fight but she knew that right now her first priority should be you.
“Oh fuck,” she knelt by your side, “are you okay? Hey, hey—”
You didn’t even know what to say, your eyes filled with tears and before you knew it you threw your arms around the other woman and sobbed against her shoulder.
“I got so scared, Vi… so fucking scared… I thought— I thought he was going to—” you couldn’t even bring yourself to say it aloud, you just cried harder.
“Hey, shhh…” Vi rubbed your back, trying to be as comforting and someone could be. “Let’s get you some water and dress you up first okay? It’s chilly.”
That night Vi didn’t leave your side. She stayed in your room because you asked her to and held you, mumbling to you about how everything was okay and Tyler was not coming back. Eventually, you finally let go of her shirt and let her get up for a minute.
“I’m gonna get myself some water, do you want anything?” She asked.
You looked up, eyes unsure, “I just wanna cuddle…”
Vi’s facial expression softened at that and she nodded, “yeah, of course, we can cuddle.”
Vi made you feel safe like no one else had before. You both spent the night talking endlessly about nothing specifically, and before you knew it you fell asleep with your head against Vi.
At first, Vi wrapped her arm around you naturally. Like she wasn’t side-hugging her crush. But then reality consumed her thoughts and she felt her face heat up.
“Shit, she’s really— fuuuuck. I can’t fuck this up. She needs a friend more than anything right now. Feelings can wait.” Vi thought, and she never pressurised you that night.
Instead, she simply held you.
Day by day, you and Vi got closer. You didn’t even realise when you’d been hanging out more with her than any guy. At first you told yourself that maybe that’s because of the way Tyler had treated you but slowly you realised you’d healed from that already. And the memory didn’t haunt you every night like it did initially.
The thought of Vi made you blush.
Your messy roommate who left a scent of cologne in your sheets whenever you both cuddled. Fuck, you were in love with her.
But would she ever see you as something more than a roommate? At best, you’d been friends but you knew that Vi was… shy. So she’d never come right out and say it if she did like you like that and if someone were to make that approach, it’d have to be you.
You didn’t mind.
On a random Saturday, you scooted closer to her. A movie played on the TV but even though Vi’s focus was there, yours was on her.
You looked over— she looked so hot, brows a little bit furrowed in concentration, maybe she was also biting the inside of her cheek, oh that perfect arc of her nose.
Vi was perfect. And you… suddenly, you felt self conscious. You were just her roommate dressed in galaxy printed pajamas and hair up in a messy bun… not exactly the kind of vibe you wanted when you were confessing your feelings to her.
“Violet,” you hated how hoarse your voice sounded.
“Mhm?” She looked at you.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Go ahead.”
“I like you.” You paused. Vi didn’t say anything. But you could see that she was blushing so you went on, “I have liked you for a while now and at first I thought that’s because you saved me that day when I almost got… touched.” You swallowed thickly, “but then I realised, I don’t like you for that, I have liked you for a while but… I guess I’ve never really wanted to admit it to myself.”
Vi’s lips parted, blue eyes twinkling with emotions, “o-oh.”
For a second, you thought she would reject you but she just smiled and leaned her back against the couch.
“Y’know, that’s a little funny, I’ve— I’ve always liked you too.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, you’re, like, I’ve always found you super cute and I’ve hated the jerks you’ve been with.”
That made both of you laugh.
“So,” you nervously met her eyes again, “I guess we kiss now?”
Vi just smiled.
It was as if you were seeing her for the first time, suddenly all the scars on her face started becoming more and more prominent, but not in the way where you saw them and you thought they were ugly. You saw them and you realized there was just so much you didn’t know about her, and you wanted to spend the rest of your life knowing more about her.
She kissed you, she initiated it first. Her lips brushing against you, soft like cotton, months of longing crashing down all at once.
You moved. Your hand landed on her jaw, holding her there in place as you kissed her back. Vi climbed on top of you slightly, pinning you to the arm of the couch as she used her body weight as leverage to keep you in place.
But she wasn’t forcing you; you wanted this as well. Your arms wrapped around her, you brought her closer.
For a second, you both parted, breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes as if it was the first time you were seeing each other. Vi was the first one to break the silence. She said, “fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
You smiled, breaking into a little giggle. “Yeah, I have too, and I hate that we’ve stayed together, under the same roof, resisting each other, when we could have been doing this all along.”
Vi leaned closer, her voice a whisper now. “I don’t care how long I’ve had to wait now that you’re mine.”
Your eyes fluttered shut, letting her kiss you again. She pushed your loose shorts and panties to the side so she could run her fingers against your damp folds. You were soaked. A wet mess, all for Vi.
It made her smile into the kiss, pads of her fingers teasing your entrance before she slowly pushed them.
You moaned into the kiss, already clenching around her fingers before she even fucked you properly. Vi pulled away, nose still close enough to brush yours.
“Oh, Vi…”
Your moans were adorable to her. Your eyes squeezed close as her fingers moved in your cunt, curling and twisting in all the ways she knew would have you cumming before you knew it.
“I fuck you better than them, don’t I?” she asked, a jealous undertone in her soft loving voice.
“You do, you’re always— you’re good, you’re the best!”
“That’s what I thought.”
Vi curled her fingers, searching for your textured sweet spot, letting her tongue in your mouth again. You let her kiss you, drool slipping down the side of your face as well as hers as you trembled and held onto her clothes.
Vi’s other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, feeling the way your smaller body tucked against hers, pleasured by her fingers.
“Come on, baby, show me how pretty you can look when cumming.”
“I— Vi, oh!”
“Yes, that’s it.”
She kissed you again, swallowing all those filthy moans. You came on her fingers soon after, walls spasming around her intruding digits as slick ran down her palm.
Your eyes rolled back, tired and worn already. That made Vi chuckle, “exhausted? Already?”
You playfully pushed at her chest, “I’m not used to… all this. I’m— men I’ve been with didn’t really care that—”
“Shh,” Vi pushed one of her soaked fingers against your lips, hushing you, “don’t speak a word, baby, I’ll take care of everything from now on. Okay?”
While I'm finishing the brothel piece.... Here you go! Another Sevika sketch >:) Should I render it??? Also if I can at last understand how patreon works I'll be opening NSFW comms there next month!!!
Contains: Sevika with both arms (before the incident).
Sometimes, in the early morning, when the sun is beginning to rise and when Sevika has to get ready for the day, you'll catch her peacefully laid beside you on the bed.
She's got an arm bent under her head with the other holding the cigar to her lips. You don't usually wake up alongside her, but when you do, it's calm, quiet. You don't find that often in Zaun, so it's a bittersweet feeling. Her legs are covered by the blanket but you can tell they're crossed. You can't tell what she's thinking but she zoned out, staring at the ceiling, her breathing's slow as she holds the smoke inside her lungs before letting it free. You admire her for a minute, maybe two, before brushing your fingers through her hair. Sevika turns her head to you, her eyes lidded and tired. She sucks at the cigar before blowing the smoke in your face.
"Good morning," she smiles warmly, watching you wave your hand to clear the haze.
"Rude."
"It's not, you would've been giggling if you did it to me."
"And I'd only do it for revenge."
"Then do it." She hands you the cigar, her once warm smile now replaced with a smug one.
You inhale, cheeks puffed before you blow the smoke in her face. Just as she did you. But the thing with Sevika is that she's not bothered, she never is. She doesn't react, just chuckles and lifts herself up onto you. Her head dug at the side of your neck, she bites teasingly. It's a ticklish feeling on your part, one you're now laughing at. Hands against the woman's shoulder trying to push her off, thought there's no real force applied.
Okay. Silko is a pigeon. And Powder is a small pigeon. And Sevika is also a pigeon. I don't know what else to say about this. It's stupid and ridiculous, I think
