゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ RUGBY PLAYER!VI X COACH'S DAUGHTER HEADCANONS + SNIPPETS ── .✦ COLLEGE SETTING // many students return home or go to their dorms after classes end, but not you. you're the coach's daughter, and that means having to wait for his practices to be over to finally get home and rest your feet. it's not so bad, honestly, not when you get to see and hear sweaty women crash against each other and fight for a win. your favorite isn't just a player on the field, though, and your father's made it pretty crystal clear not to so much as breathe in vi's direction.
but who's to say he has to know?
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; headcanons + snippets, college / modern setting, forbidden relationships, fingering, locker room sex, teasing, sexting, oral sex (r!receiving), player!vi, tribbing, breast/nipple play
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rugby player!vi who your father explicitly tells to stay away from you. he might not go to the parties the students attend, but he’s no idiot, and he’s had the unfortunate luck to stumble into the locker rooms to lock the place up and find vi with her hand up a cheerleader’s skirt. she’s a player in and out of the field, and everybody knows it.
rugby player!vi who totally ignores what her coach says. she listens to him regarding moves and plays, not her love life. she finds you cute— always seated at the bleachers, reading and finishing your little notes. when she catches you looking, she likes to make a show of wiping the sweat off her forehead with her jersey to expose those ridiculous abs of hers.
“you know,” vi drawls as she leans her side against the fence. she’s drenched in sweat, but cares not for wiping it off her face. “you’re the first who’s stayed and watched me for five consecutive days. i think you’ve got a crush on me.”
“keep dreaming, vi,” you scoff, pointing a thumb your father’s way. “i’ve got no choice but to be here, and you’ll be benched if you keep talking to me.”
“worth the shot,” she shrugs. vi reaches over, snatching your pen and notebook to scribble down on it. her handwriting’s surprisingly neat once she hands it back, but there’s nothing but a series of numbers and a little heart. “text me, yeah? don’t wanna risk my neck every time i talk to you in public.”
such cockiness. yet, you save her number into your contacts.
rugby player!vi whom you later do send a message to. an innocent, little ‘hey’. she doesn’t ask who it is— vi just knows. the conversation starts off innocent enough… up until vi suggests playing a game of truth or dare. you’d think truth would save you from any embarrassing dares, but her questions are far, far from innocent.
‘what do you think about when you touch yourself?’
‘weirdest kinks?’
‘lets voicecall sometime ;)’
honestly, it makes you curious just what makes her so full of herself. you’ve heard about her around campus, of course, but is she really as good as the other girls say?
you try to get vi back by daring her to snap a pic of herself. you expect a mirror pic. maybe one with her arms flexed and biceps bulging. you don’t expect a selfie from the neck down, hand and forearm doing a shit job at covering her pierced nips.
rugby player!vi who eventually takes you on a date. a real one. she isn’t able to pick you up at your house, of course, but hey— she takes you out to see a horror movie, then drags you both to a fancy enough diner that doesn’t just serve greasy shit. she pays for everything, though still teases her way into getting a kiss by the end of it.
“enjoyed yourself?” vi asks, leaning the driver’s seat back. she doesn’t pat her thighs, but she does make a show of spreading her legs to make room for you.
you’d be angry at her if you didn’t know what you were getting into. but you do. if you weren’t interested at all, then you wouldn’t have even saved her number, and you certainly wouldn’t have reacted with a heart emoji to her titty pic.
“movie was shit,” you shrug, kicking your shoes off to comfortably crawl over the armrest and settle yourself on vi’s lap. she grunts with a grin, splaying her palms over your hips. “dinner was good enough. a shame you didn’t let me get dessert.”
“didn’t i?” vi pouts, head tilting. “you’re sitting right on it.”
she’s so, so corny— you’d puke if she didn’t have the looks to make up for it. but vi does, and the way her mouth works over yours once you two kiss is clearly good for more than just cheesy flirting. but unlike every story you’ve heard about going out on a date with vi, you don’t fuck. her hand hadn’t even made it under your shirt, even.
rugby player!vi who begins inviting you to the parties she hosts. they’re not messy, but they are huge. vi, however, keeps you tucked to her side all the time. many tease her about how her head’s not between a girl’s legs halfway into the evening, but she ignores them. she doesn’t get drunk, but she does get tipsy.
she’s got you backed up against the wall in some hallway. her hair tickles your chin as she peppers kisses over your throat, hands squeezing down your sides.
“vi!” a yelp of her name escapes you when she squeezes your backside, and you smack her arm with a laugh.
“what?” you can feel the grin on her lips as she hums against your neck, and she works her way back up to your face with more kisses. “you look pretty tonight, sweetheart.”
“that’s what you tell every girl.”
“no, i don’t.”
rugby player!vi whom you begin to date in secret. the campus knows, of course. but your father doesn’t. he doesn’t find it weird how you’re suddenly there for every game. vi has to fight back from trotting where you’re at on the bleachers after she wins every game, but you two end up celebrating in secret later on.
rugby player!vi who fucks you in the locker rooms. after everyone leaves, she drags you inside and presses you up against the wall. she’s sweaty— the jersey you take off lands with a wet splat on the concrete floor. she does the same for your sweater and bra, and after her own sports bra follows, your breasts press together as she brings you two into a kiss.
“fuck, baby,” vi groans as she shoves a hand down your jeans after unbuttoning them, cupping your mound to palm your sex over the thin, damp fabric. “you this wet over watching me play? scream at the other players?”
“uh-huh…”
of course you are. watching her crash against other players with grunts, seeing every flex of her thighs as she rolled in the grass… there’s nothing more attractive than seeing her in that state. when she loses, she needs release. thankfully for you, her team’s lost tonight’s match.
your hands settle on vi’s shoulders with a whine as she slides a finger into your dripping cunt, and she swallows the sound by slotting her lips against yours. she works you open with her fingers— so very loose from how easily you relax under her minisitrations that every pump of her digits is audible in the room. you work your jeans down eventually for more comfort, and vi takes the opportunity to remove her hand and carry you to one of the benches. the wood creaks under your combined weights as she sets you down on your back.
vi doesn’t speak much when she’s frustrated. you know that much now.
as soon as her hands are on your hips and her face between your legs, her tongue flattens over your slit she’s exposed with her fingers. your head thumps back against the bench, and your fingers tangle in her hair to keep her face flush against your sex. vi has no complaints about that— she fucks you with her tongue for a while before sealing her mouth over your neglected and puffy clit instead. she sucks, keeping your hips pinned to keep you from writhing as much as possible as she knocks an orgasm from your body.
rugby player!vi who sneaks into your bedroom through your window like some romcom movie. you try not to laugh as she damn near slips while climbing the wall, but she eventually does manage to slip inside. she’s, unfortunately, not very silent about it, but your father down the hall is quite the heavy sleeper. that’s not to say you two could make a sound…
vi’s on top of you, bare from the neck down. one of her breasts is cupped by your hands, and every time you tease a nipple with a flick or pinch, she jerks forward and bites her tongue.
you’re not doing any better. one of your legs is laid flat on the bed, though the other is kept raised in the air in an angle to allow vi’s body to fit between them— and more importantly, for her to find just the right angle. a mutual groan is shared between you both once your clits press against each other. vi drops her head as she begins to roll her hips slightly, never too aggressively as to not miss the mark each time.
“quiet, sweetheart,” she hushes you, though makes it harder to follow the order when she drops one of her hands to pinch one of your nipples between her thumb and index finger. curse her and those long arms and thick hands. “don’t want your daddy to hear, do ya?”
──── implied college au, size kink, dildo, pussy spanking, pillow humping, poor vi is yearning, sweat kink, praise kink
Pervert!Vi had a pillow she ground her pussy against every time you posted something on your Instagram because she couldn’t stop playing it on repeat and falling in love over and over again. Moreover, it made her pussh twitch your name in morse code so now here she was, making the sluttiest sounds ever, alone in her room, with her poor traumatised pillow.
Pervert!Vi who slapped her pussy in front of the mirror so she could see how her pussy would look if you were to punish her for being such a dirty girl, touching herself whenever she could at the thought of you.
Pervert!Vi used grotesquely large toys on herself so she could feel the stretch. The burn… every time she sank herself down on the huge dildo, she felt her pussy stretch around the length, she made such loud moans that eventually she had to start gagging her own mouth in fear of the neighbours hearing.
Pervert!Vi who hated how obsessed she was with the scent of your sweat, your musk and your panties. Yeah, the panties that she stole from your dorm window. She would sniff them as she fucked herself, eyes rolled back and jaw set so tight it hurt later.
Pervert!Vi who definitely fantasised way too much about you using her body however you pleased because she didn’t even want herself to be pressured at this point. She just wanted you to be happy with her. She just wanted praise. She just wanted to be told she’s a good girl.
sevika tried, she really tried not to intensely stare at your boobs. she didn’t want her girlfriend thinking she was some kind of perv who couldn’t stop doing it. i mean, not that she could blame you if you thought it...
in bed, all foreplays start with her relentlessly teasing your boobs. god, she could feel herself wet just from the sight of you taking off your bra and releasing them. and when she pinches your nipples making your body jump, which causes your boobs to wiggle... fuck.
while her fingers or her strap are inside you, she can’t decide between watching your boobs jumping or having them in her mouth. whatever makes you moan loudly is the one she prefer the most.
talking about using her mouth, it drives her crazyyy how your boobs can’t fit in her mouth. she was willing to try everytime, even with your breathless giggles reminding her that it wouldn’t work and the false complains about the saliva on you.
what about when you walk around the house using strap blouses? or only your bra? oh she can’t unglue her eyes from the way they move with you or how your nipples show. she’s in heaven 24/7.
medium boobs ♥︎
you never thought too much about their size. the average size never brought many ideas to your mind, maybe there is not too much to do anyways. however, with a girlfriend like sevika you soon realized the opposite.
she lovessss how her hands cup them perfectly. it’s the perfect size to squeeze them tightly, specially when she’s fucking you from behind. grip so strong that you don’t know if you’re squirming because of the dildo inside you or because of her hands.
she spend long minutes or even hours lazily sucking on them. if you’re sitting or lying while doing something that leaves room for her, she settle between your legs, lift your shirt and done! her mouth is full of your breasts. now you’re struggling to keep on whatever you’re doing, what a pity. but you can feel something gushing out of you, so...
sevika loves to slap your boobs. shit, the way they wiggle depending on the force she applies... and depending on how many times, you can clearly see how swollen they get.
and when you both go out to a romantic date and you choose on purpose some clothe with a sexy neckline, or a bra that hold them together... she can’t wait to get home and grab them, pinching your nipples until you’re screaming.
small boobs ♥︎
honestly, you were insecure about what she’d think about your boobs at the beginning of your relationship. what can be done with them? you thought. maybe she’ll just skip that part, it’s okay, i’ll get over it... oh, you had no idea.
sevika feels dizzy when she removes the clamps and your nipples are sooo swollen. it’s cute how sensitive you get, also. trying to squirm away because your nipples were tightly trapped by the clamps and now were about to be sucked eagerly by your girlfriend.
she makes sure to pinch them strongly, until your nipples are hard as fuck and she can spend as long as she wants rubbing them, using her saliva or your slickness.
if you’re still too insecure if she likes them or not, she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, making sure that you’re looking at them, watching her play with them all the time.
she doesn't give up even if they're too small to even fit in her mouth. sevika holds them, squeezes until they’re both tightly squeezed between her fingers, perfect for sucking and licking.
in conclusion, sevika is totally in love, completely crazy about her girlfriend boobs, independently on their size. and she will make sure to show it.
contains suggestive headcanons of how different au sevikas act with you when you’re being passed on like free use toy! the following content will contain: rubbing through clothes, heavy make out and kissing, orgasm denial, cream pie, in some of the cases she has a dick, knotting, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, intox kink, oral, boob fondling, strap, manhandling, pussy kisses, cum licking/eating, overstimulation
♡ 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
She was cocky.
The moment she got you in her arms, she kissed you like she’d been deprived of this for centuries, her hand gripped your waist so tightly, you’d think you’d disappear if she let go.
Her kisses were filthy in a loving way. She pushed her tongue inside and dominated your mouth within seconds, there was no denying she had experience. In fact, she was so big on kissing… she spent most of her time doing exactly that.
♡ 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
She had to pry you away.
Her rough, scarred hands were surprisingly gentle as she pulled you in for a brief kiss.
“My pretty girl,” she whispered as she gave your waist a calculated squeeze, her eyes raking your body. “You’re gorgeous, baby. You want me here?”
She dipped one hand between your thighs and you nodded, words barely sufficient to express your need. Her thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles through the fabric of your panties.
She was such a fucking tease, she could have made you cum right there in your panties but she stopped right before you could with a sly smirk.
“Just makin’ sure you miss me.”
♡ 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
For a creature with claws her size, she was surprisingly gentle as well.
She was careful not to hurt you as she stroked your cheek with her hand, tucking your hair back. You could feel her hard cock pressing against the back of your thigh. “Do it,” you whispered, reaching down to pull your panties to the side.
When she felt the warmth of your cunt pressing down against her, she lost it—she didn’t have control anymore—well, barely.
Her cock pressed in you within one thrust, she was so big you could feel the bulging pressure on your tummy already, a lewd outline of her marking her territory. She gritted her teeth. “S-so… tight…” she whispered as she thrusted up, making you grasp the edge of the circular table. “F-fuck, can’t, wait—Sev.”
Your tightness was overwhelming and she was close already. She managed to pump inside only a handful of times more before she finally finished inside, thick ropes of semen filling you up, and then—her knot flared.
Safe to say you stayed like that until her knot died down.
♡ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
She was desperate as she pressed you to the edge of the table and buried her face into the crook of your neck.
Then came the whimpers. Her thighs pressed together miserably. “M’so needy… please.”
“Awww, look at me, pup,” you pulled her back from your neck and your hand travelled between her legs to rub her through her clothes.
She made another pitiful whimpering sound.
“Don’t just rub me!” She said, slightly frustrated, and intensely flustered at the same time.
Your hand pushed down past her waistband and you found her sopping wet cunt. You rubbed her wetness around, playing with it before you dipped inside two digits. She was warm and soaked, her cunt clenching desperately as she began humping your hand.
“There we go, my sweet puppy.” you smiled, watching how she pleasured herself on your fingers.
♡ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
You could see the way her eyes glowed when she got you, fingers twitching to have a taste of you already.
You gasped when she raised you to sit on the edge of the table and with a dull thunk—she knelt in front of you. Before you could register anything, she dove between your legs, face smushed between your thighs with zero room for oxygen as if she didn’t even need it.
“Sevika—!” Then her tongue found your clit, curling around it for a second before she circled it just to have you squirm. You gripped the table’s edge as your knuckles went white.
Your eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck!”
Her tongue never left your cunt, she ate you out hungrily as if you were her last meal. You—on the other hand—were a breathless mess that kept weakly pushing at her shoulder even if you didn’t want her to stop.
She was fast, too. Thanks to the Shimmer. She was animalistic in the way she ate you out and honestly, you weren’t complaining.
♡ 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
Well, she was awfully polite.
Something about the gentleness in the way she grabbed your waist and glanced over to make sure you were still comfortable—it was so hot. You took both hands and placed them on your tits.
“You’re alright, just touch me,” you whispered, moaning softly when she obeyed, her hand slipped under your bra to caress those beautiful mounds. Rough thumbs rubbed over the top, catching one perky nipple between each finger.
“You make beautiful sounds,” she whispered.
You kissed her softly and muttered against her lips, “good, it’s all for you.”
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her lips pressing against yours again as she just held you against herself, savouring the moment when your skins met—not necessarily sexually. Just there. Grounding.
♡ 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
It was as if she was ready and she’d been waiting for this. The moment she pulled you over her lap, she sat you down right on her strap, conveniently shoving your panties to the side so she could access you.
“That’s a sweetheart,” she cooed and brushed your hair back using her fingers.
You couldn’t help blushing, cupping her scarred jaw in your hand, “fuck, it’s so big…”
She smirked and her other hand found your hip. She used it to pump you down on her strap, making you lose your breath but also gasp in pleasure at the same time.
“There ya’ go, makin’ the prettiest sounds ever.”
Your cheeks flushed redder, pussy clenching around the strap as you came hard. “Oh my gosh, fuck…”
♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 -
When her arms came around you, you could already smell it on her—money. Faint scent of money.
You giggled, “mmm, what’re you gonna do?”
“What do you think?”
She delved between your legs, kissing the mound before her lips invited your clit in, swirling her tongue around it and pressing flat against it—overwhelming your already used cunt.
“F-f-fuuuuck.”
“Language, my beloved,” she chided gently, smirk on her lips as her fingers shoved inside with a loud wet sound.
You cried out in pleasure, pussy squeezing tightly around her thick digits as she pumped them mercilessly and then—curled them. You gasped, a sudden gush of release trickling down your thighs.
She used her tongue to lick it all up directly from your pussy and thighs. Her eyes fluttered open, silver orbs staring at you as she cleans you using her tongue. You couldn't help clenching around nothing, clit already twitching as you come down from the high.
You’re such a mess. Such a mess for every version of Sevika.
ur lack of sevika is so sad, so i am doing this for the peoplee !!!!! nsfw headcanons or kinks she's into perhaps?
❤︎ ༒ ˚❛、໋nsfw. headcanons / KiNKS vika would be into. . .
warnings / content ahead. manhandling, marking, munch, face sitting, (headlock, brat taming briefly mentioned).
MANHANDLING / maybe i'm self inserting, but she gets horny at the thought of being in control, and having you under hers. throwing you over her shoulder to carry you to bed, dare i say being fucked while shortly being lifted.
ORAL FIXATION / it really goes both ways,, she could spend hours between your legs #munch to the point of overstim. but boy does she gets wet at the thought of sitting on your face, grinding against your eager tongue, greedily slurping her juices. painting your face a special color, so distinctly hers.
+ another thought/headcanon regarding oral activities, i feel like ppl are very curious about sub!vika (me included) my take on it, is that she wouldn't enjoy being strapped down but rly rly likes being reduced to puddle of limbs and a mind of mush when she's being ate down. she'd be so in control first, dragging you to where she wants needs you. until it gets to a certain point where it's so brain numbingly good that she can't properly think anymore, sinking into the matress, to let you make her feel good... ♡
BITING / this clip lives in my head rentfree.... as much as she loves marking you, i just know (!!!) she gets off on being marked by you. hickeys, bite marks, etc. etc. whenever she's fucking you real rough, mating press, your legs hicked to her shoulders. and you bite her wrist ????? i just know she'd groan and fuck you deeper.
+ while we're on this topic (pain kink ish),, i have one more thought. whenever she smokes, she'll here n there (consensually) put out the very last bit of her cig on your skin... (´ཀ`) health risk aside, she'd only do it when it's barely burning.
tbh those are just some of my base thoughts, in my mind sev is the freakiest freak of all. so i can imagine her being into a bunch of other stuff, aka light headlock /breath play, brat taming because obv, definetly ties around your wrist ARE U JOKINGGG, etc. etc. what can i say she's nasty
▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]
If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!
Jayce:
- It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm
- But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different
- When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions
- It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look
- And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day
- It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts
- Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second
Viktor:
- For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one
- He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway
- That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet
- What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer
- The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you
- And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body
- Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them
- For the nights when he feels lonelier
Ekko:
- Communism
- There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore
- The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it
- But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes
- Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket
- It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it
- And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you
Vander:
- Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you
- When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by
- And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin
- “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else
- After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift
Silco:
- Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places
- Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them
- The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it
- Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his
- That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you
- But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe
- “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump
Jinx:
- Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare
- She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean
- It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it
- It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it
- Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable
Vi:
- Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed
- Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it
- That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month
- The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you
- When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt
- She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to
- But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others
- That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life
Caitlyn:
- Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need
- And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen
- So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform
- Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you
- It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you
- The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers
- There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often
Mel:
- For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you
- “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked
- It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body
- It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something
- But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless
- When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her
- And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects
- Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare
- Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had
Sevika:
- Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous
- But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders
- And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers
- It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do
- And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours
- But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it
- In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously
- And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable
Sevika can’t hide how desperate she is for your pussy. The second she sees you in tight clothes, she’s imagining sinking her tongue into you. She loves watching you shift, the subtle sway of your hips, the way your thighs brush together.
When alone, she drags you against a wall, hands gripping your hips, and buries her face between your legs. She laps at your folds, moaning your name as she tastes how wet you are.
She’s rough and possessive—pulling you closer, grinding her face into you, growling, “God, you’re dripping for me. you’re mine, and I’m taking every drop.”
She loves to hear you cry out, shiver, and call her name. Every gasp fuels her obsession, and she’ll relentlessly fuck her tongue into you until your knees shake.
Vi
Vi gets playful but greedy. She can’t resist teasing her fingers along your folds before plunging them inside you, curling them just right to make you moan.
She’s obsessed with your reactions—watching your eyes roll back, feeling your thighs clench, and hearing you beg. Her mouth soon follows, lips and tongue devouring you.
Vi loves to fuck you with her mouth and fingers at the same time, whispering low, husky things like, “Look at you… so wet… just for me.”
Even casual touches turn messy—she’ll slide a finger between your folds while holding your wrist, making you gasp and arch into her, and she thrives on the helpless sounds you make.
Caitlyn
Caitlyn’s obsession is slow, deliberate, and meticulous. She’ll tease you first, parting your thighs, running her tongue over the outer folds, and tracing your clit with her finger before daring to lick fully.
She loves the way you shiver under her touch, the soft, breathless moans you make. Hearing you call her name or whimper for more makes her insatiable.
Caitlyn is fascinated by every detail—how your pussy tastes, how wet you get for her, how your muscles tighten around her tongue or fingers. She’ll make you beg for her mouth, and she takes her time making you scream.
Even in public, subtle touches—her thumb sliding over your folds under your skirt—leave her flushed and obsessed, fantasizing about devouring you later.
Ambessa
Ambessa’s obsession is aggressive and commanding. She can’t resist pressing you against her, spreading your legs, and taking you with her mouth. Her tongue and lips are relentless, teasing, sucking, licking, and plunging deep.
She thrives on dominance—holding your hips down, making you whimper, cry out, and beg. Every sound you make only fuels her need to fuck your pussy with her mouth.
She talks dirty as she goes, whispering exactly what she wants to do to you, making you hotter and wetter. “You’re mine, and I’m not stopping until you’re trembling… until you scream my name.”
Ambessa loves to make you cum over and over, sometimes teasing with pauses or pulling back slightly, just so she can see your desperation before diving back in.
Okay but can we talk about the fact that these two are the PERFECT rep for friends to enemies to lover?? Because I feel like we don't talk about it enought and it's honestly SO important, we rarely get this kind of rep for this specific trope and this one is perfect
