#vi drabble

[lonerslug]

18+ only // men dni. cw: booby obsessed vi ;; nipple play;; oral fixation… requested

summary: you recently got your nipples pierced and your girlfriend, vi, is obsessed.

you’d barely been home a week with the new piercings and vi was already driving you crazy.

“you’re not wearing a bra, right?” she asked for maybe the third time today, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching you get ready for bed like a hawk. her grin was sharp, hungry, her eyes flicking down to your chest every time you moved.

“vi, i’m literally just in my own house,” you sighed, tugging your shirt down. “what do you think?”

she didn’t answer. she just crossed the room in two long strides, hands already slipping under the hem of your shirt. the rough pads of her thumbs brushed the cool metal, and you shivered. her grin softened into something wicked.

“fuck,” she whispered, tilting her head. “they’re still so new. looks so damn good, baby. like —” her mouth was already on your neck, hot and impatient, “— like you got them just for me.”

“maybe i did,” you teased, but the words came out shaky because she’d already pushed you back onto the bed.

you hit the mattress with a laugh that cut off into a gasp when she yanked your shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere without looking.

“jesus christ,” she breathed, staring at you like you were art, like she hadn’t been staring all week. “can’t believe you did this and thought i’d ever be normal about it again.”

she ducked her head before you could answer, sucking one pierced nipple into her mouth. the sting of pressure and the warmth of her tongue had your back arching instantly. vi groaned like she was the one getting spoiled.

“fuck vi— ”

she hummed against you, lips wrapped tight around the metal, flicking the stud with her tongue just to hear your little whine. her hand came up to knead your other breast, her thumb circling lazily around the piercing before pinching just enough to make your hips jerk.

she pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at you, cheeks flushed. “y’know what’s crazy? i used to think i loved your tits before. and now i’m obsessed. actually obsessed. i wanna die with these in my mouth.”

you laughed breathlessly, threading your fingers into her short hair, tugging her back down. “then shut up and do it.”

and she did. happily.

her mouth moved between your nipples like she was starving, sloppy and possessive, sucking until your skin glistened. every time the piercings caught against her teeth, you gasped, and every time, she moaned like it was her new favourite sound.

by the time her hand slipped into your shorts, you were already shaking, nipples sore, wet and sensitive, her mouth still claiming you even as she rubbed between your thighs like she’d been waiting for this moment all day.

“that’s it, babe,” she murmured against your chest, words hot and muffled, “take it f’me. lemme worship you.”

her mouth never left your chest, not even when her hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. vi’s fingers were rough from years of fighting, but the way she touched you was reverent, like she’d been craving this exact moment ever since you came home with those studs.

she groaned when her tongue flicked over the cool metal again, the vibration shooting through you. “fuck, you’re already so wet,” she muttered against your nipple, her breath hot, her fingers sliding through your folds and coming back sticky. “all i did was suck your pretty tits, and you’re dripping for me.”

you tried to answer, but the words tangled into a moan when she pushed two fingers inside you without warning.

your back arched off the bed, shoving your chest harder against her mouth, and vi ate it up. she sucked your pierced nipple back between her lips, groaning like she couldn’t get enough, her hand pumping between your thighs, fast, filthy and desperate. squelch squelch squelch.

“fuck yeah, squeeze me,” she mumbled, teeth grazing lightly over the barbell before soothing the sting with her tongue. “god, i love these. love how they make you sound.”

her palm pressed down against your clit with every thrust, dragging another cry from you. vi moaned at the sound, fingers curling deep, hitting that spot inside you like she’d mapped your body from day one.

she didn’t even look up — didn’t want to. she wanted your chest in her mouth, your tits filling her hands, your piercings tugging against her tongue while she made you fall apart under her.

you tangled your fingers in her pretty red hair, tugging, and vi just groaned harder, fucking you faster.

“that’s it, baby,” she breathed against your nipple, slick noises filling the room, “come for me, come while i’m sucking on these perfect tits.”

you did. hard. your thighs clenched around her arm, hips jerking, chest arching against her mouth as you cried out her name. vi moaned into your skin, like she could taste your orgasm through the way you trembled and soaked her hand.

she didn’t stop. not right away. her mouth stayed latched to you, sucking slow and greedy as her fingers kept working, drawing every last shudder out of you until you were a mess beneath her.

finally, she pulled back, lips swollen and wet, chin shiny. she looked at your chest like she was possessed.

“holy shit,” she panted, grinning. “i told you, these piercings are gonna ruin me. i’m never letting your tits go again.”

and to prove it, she bent down and wrapped her mouth around you all over again.

© lonerslug

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Threesome w/ ElliVi

Pairings: Ellivi x fem! reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mdni, Smut, Dom!ellie, Dom!vi, threesome, polyamorous relationship, fingering, strap-on sex, overstimulation, dumbification, sex toys, pussy slaps, slight degradation, heavy praise, aftercare, soft!Ellivi dynamic at the end.

The room is dimly lit, the low hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls of your apartment. You're sprawled across the mattress, legs trembling as Ellie grips your thighs, her calloused fingers digging into your skin.

"Look at you," she muses, her voice thick with amusement, running her two fingers teasingly through your soaked folds. "Already so needy, huh?"

Before you can even stammer out a response, Vi chuckles from behind, her rough hands ghosting up your torso before grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so her lips hover just near your ear.

"She loves being our dumb little thing," Vi murmurs, voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous, something possessive. "Don't you, babe?"

A whimper is all you manage before Ellie delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making you jolt. Your body betrays you, pushing further into her touch even as the sting lingers.

"Use your words," Ellie demands, her other hand tightening around your thigh. Vi presses a soft kiss to your jaw before adding, "Or we'll have to make you beg for it."

Your head spins, caught between them, bodies warm, eyes dark with hunger.

Ellie’s fingers stay at your entrance, teasing, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, making you squirm. "She's already making such a mess," Ellie mutters, dragging her fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Vi smirks, still holding your jaw. "She's always does. She's our good little thing, aren't you?" Her voice is deep, taunting, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod quickly, panting, but Ellie’s grip on your thigh tightens. "Nah, none of that nodding shit," she corrects, pressing a little harder against your clit before giving it another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Tell us."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-Yeah, I'm your good girl."

Vi grins, satisfied, and kisses down your jaw, down your neck, nipping at your skin. "That's right."

Ellie pulls away, reaching to the side for something, and when you hear the familiar sound of a cap being popped open, your body tenses in anticipation. "Relax, babe," Ellie coos, coating her fingers in lube before bringing them back to your dripping cunt. "We're gonna take care of you."

Vi shifts beside you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap. The feeling of her bare skin against yours makes you whine, especially when her toned thighs press against yours, spreading you open. "Hold her still, Vi." Ellie instructs, and Vi doesn't hesitate, keeping a firm grip on your waist,leaving you completely exposed.

Ellie wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside with ease, the stretch making you gasp. She curls them immediately, brushing against that perfect spot that has your body arching against Vi. She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

You can't even respond before Ellie adds a third finger, thrusting them at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips buck, but Vi holds you down easily, strong arms keeping you in place. "So desperate," Ellie teases, pressing her thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "What do you think, Vi? Think she can take more?"

Vi hums, dragging her fingers down your stomach before spreading your folds apart even more, watching Ellie’s fingers disappear into you. "She can take more," Vi confirms, her voice thick with lust. "But she's already getting dumb on just your fingers, babe."

Ellie grins, slowing her movements, pulling her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back in, making you cry out. "Aw, are we already fucking you stupid?"

Your head falls back against Vi's shoulder, your body trembling, only able to whimper. Vi tuts, her fingers coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards hers. "C"mon, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your lips. "You can give us a real answer, can't you?"

Ellie picks up the pace, fucking you open with her fingers, the wetness dripping down onto Vi's thigh. "Answer her, baby," Ellie taunts, adding another sharp slap to your clit that sends a jolt through your entire body.

Your voice is weak, barely coherent. "Y-Yeah- feels so good"

Vi chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips before muttering, "That's our girl."

Ellie fingers suddenly disappear, leaving you empty, making you whine. "Don't pout." Ellie coos mockingly, reaching for something else. When you hear the distinct sound of a vibrator clicking on, your breath catches.

Vi grins against your skin, her hands keeping you spread open. "Oh, you're in for it now, baby."

Ellie presses the toy against your already overstimulated clit, and the moment the vibrations hit, your whole body jerks. "Oh, look at her," Ellie taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "She's shaking."

Vi tightens her grip as you struggle against the overwhelming sensation, pressing her lips to your ear. "Be good for us, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Your legs are trembling, body struggling to keep up with the relentless pleasure Ellie and Vi are giving you. The vibrator stays pressed against your clit, Ellie watching you with a smirk as your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Poor thing," Ellie taunts, eyes flicking up to your dazed expression. "Already so fucked out."

Vi hums in agreement, kissing the side of your neck. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The best part.

Your whimper is swallowed by Vi's mouth as she pulls you into a deep kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Ellie, on the other hand, is focused - watching every little movement, every shudder, every sharp inhale as she turns up the intensity of the toy.

Your body jolts. "Ellie! I-"

"Shhh, baby," Ellie coos mockingly. "You can take it."

Vi grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Yeah, you can, sweetheart. You're our good little thing, remember?"

Ellie suddenly pulls the vibrator away, leaving you gasping at the loss, and moves back, reaching for something. You barely have a second to register what it is before you hear the low hum of another toy - a strap, the silicone glistening as Ellie coats it in lube.

"Think she's ready, Vi?" Ellie asks, stroking the toy slowly.

Vi smirks, shifting beneath you. "I think we should stretch her a little more. Make sure she can really take both of us."

Your breath hitches. Both?

Ellie’s grin turns wicked as she guides the tip of the strap against your soaked entrance, teasing, just barely pressing in before pulling back. "Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?"

Your hips try to chase the toy, desperate, but Vi tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. "Be patient, sweetheart."

Ellie pushes in slowly, watching with dark eyes as the strap disappears inch by inch. The stretch makes you moan, head falling back against Vi's shoulder as your body adjusts.

Vi presses soft kisses to your jaw. "That's it, baby. Take it."

Ellie bottoms out with a low groan, her hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." She pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching.

Vi chuckles, her hand trailing down your stomach, fingers finding your clit. "Look at you," she murmurs. "Taking Ellie so well."

The combination of Ellie deep thrusts and Vi's teasing fingers has your mind spiraling, pleasure overwhelming every inch of your body. You can barely form a coherent thought, words slurred as you whimper and moan for them.

Ellie leans in, her voice husky. "Bet you can't wait for Vi to stuff you full too, huh?"

Vi presses a kiss behind your ear. "We're gonna ruin you, sweetheart."

And the night is so far from over.

Ellie doesn't let up, her hips snapping forward with precise, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing a choked moan from your lips. The stretch is intoxicating, the way her strap drags against your walls, making your whole body shudder. Vi's fingers don't stop either- two of them rubbing slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall over.

"Shit," Ellie groans, watching the way your body reacts to her. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Vi hums, pressing her lips to the side of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. "She always is," she murmurs, her free hand coming up to cup your throat - not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel completely at their mercy. "Our dumb little baby can barely handle it, huh?"

Your head feels light, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. "I- Ellie- Vi, Please-"

Ellie grins, snapping her hips harder. "Please what, baby?"

Vi chuckles, her grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gotta be specific, sweetheart. What do you need?"

The words are struck in your throat, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Ellie pounding into you and Vi's fingers torturing your clit. Your body is trembling, overstimulated, but desperate for more, your mind going blank as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Ellie slows her thrusts, pulling out almost completely before dragging the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, teasing. "C'mon," she coaxes, pressing the tip back in just enough to make you whimper. "Use your words."

Vi's grip on your throat tightens again, just for a moment, before she releases you entirely. "She's getting too dumb to think straight," she teases, voice thick with amusement. "Already gone, huh, baby?"

Ellie smirks. "Guess we'll just have to keep fucking her stupid, then."

Before you can process her words, Ellie slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against Vi. She groans, her hands gripping your waist to hold you still. "Fuck, watching her get wrecked like this is so fucking hot."

Ellie’s breath is heavy, her hands digging into your hips. "You ready for her?" She asks, voice strained with hunger.

Vi smirks against your shoulder. "Oh, I've been ready."

Your body is still shaking when Ellie pulls out completely, leaving you feeling empty, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can whine in protest, Vi is shifting beneath you, guiding you to straddle her lap.

Her strap presses against your entrance, slick with arousal, and she doesn't waste any time, hands gripping your hips as she pushes in, stretching you open all over again. Your head falls forward against her shoulder, a broken moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, filling you up completely.

"Fuck," Vi growls, her grip tightening. "She's gripping me so tight."

Ellie chuckles, moving behind you, her hands running up your sides before gripping your ass, spreading you open. "She's always a greedy little thing."

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the blunt tip of Ellie’s strap pressing against your entrance again, right alongside Vi's, making your entire body jolt.

"Wait -" Your voice is barely above a gasp, brain short-circuiting at the realization of what they're about to do.

Vi tilts your head up, forcing you to look at her. "You can take it, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

Ellie presses in slowly, the stretch almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once. The burning sensation makes you whimper, but the sheer fullness has your head spinning, pleasure, and pain blurring together.

Vi kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. "That's it," she breathes, her fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking both of us so well."

Ellie groans from behind you, her hands kneading your ass. "Fuck, she's squeezing us so tight."

Once they're both fully inside, they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your body is trembling, every muscle taut, but the overwhelming fullness has you feeling drunk on pleasure, mind hazy, and incoherent.

Ellie moves first, pulling out slightly before snapping her hips forward, forcing a cry from your lips. Vi follows her lead, thrusting up into you, matching Ellie’s movements perfectly, their rhythm synchronized to wreck you completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body caught between them, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. Each thrust has you seeing stars, their hands gripping you tightly, keeping you in place as they fuck you mercilessly.

Ellie leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking ruined, baby.”

Vi chuckles darkly, dragging her nails down your back. “And we’re not done yet.”

They keep going, thrusting in perfect unison, stretching you open, fucking you so deep that your mind goes completely blank. You’re barely aware of your own voice, barely aware of anything except them—except the way they own you, body and mind, claiming you as theirs.

The only thing you know for sure is that you’re not coming out of this night the same.

Your body feels weightless, mind completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure finally peaks. The coil inside you snaps violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless succession. Your body tenses, then completely melts between them, a wrecked moan slipping past your lips as your vision blurs.

Ellie and Vi don’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until your whole body is trembling uncontrollably. Your legs shake, your arms go weak, and all you can do is let them hold you up as they push you past your limit.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ellie groans from behind you, her hands gripping your waist tightly, anchoring you to her. “So fuckin’ pretty when she cums.”

Vi hums, watching the way your body reacts, how you’re still spasming around them, completely spent. “She’s done, babe,” Vi murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. “We wrecked her.”

Ellie sighs, slowing her thrusts before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty but relieved. Vi follows, carefully easing you off her strap before laying you down on the bed. The moment your back hits the mattress, your entire body goes limp, completely spent.

A warm hand brushes over your cheek, grounding you. "Breathe, baby," Ellie murmurs, her voice softer now, all teasing gone. “You good?”

You try to nod, but you’re too exhausted to move. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Vi’s lips. “She’s out of it.”

Ellie chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you while Vi shifts to the other side, both of them surrounding you. “She took us so well,” Ellie praises, running her fingers through your damp hair. “So fuckin’ good for us.”

Vi hums in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

The shift in their dynamic is immediate—where before they were teasing and relentless, now they’re soft, careful, taking care of you in every way possible.

Vi moves first, slipping off the bed to grab a warm, damp cloth. Ellie stays beside you, her calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your bare skin, grounding you. “You with us, babe?” Ellie murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You manage a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The corner of her lips twitch in a lazy smile. “There she is.”

Vi returns, gently wiping between your legs, cleaning you up with slow, delicate movements. “Tell us if anything feels too sensitive,” she murmurs.

The touch is warm and comforting, and you sigh softly, sinking into the bed. Ellie leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “You need water, babe?”

You nod faintly, throat dry, and Vi immediately grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, helping you sit up just enough to take a few small sips. Ellie watches with a soft smirk. “See? We take care of our girl.”

Vi hums, setting the water aside once you’re finished. “That’s ‘cause she’s ours.”

A warmth spreads through your chest at their words, at the way they’re both looking at you—soft, protective, completely wrapped around your finger.

Ellie shifts, tucking herself against your side, draping an arm over your waist while Vi slides in on your other side, pulling the blankets up to cover the three of you. You’re warm, safe, completely surrounded by them.

“You feel okay?” Vi asks, voice quieter now, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

You nod again, melting into the comfort of their embrace. “Yeah,” you murmur, voice slightly hoarse. “I feel… really good.”

Ellie chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your bare shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

Vi smirks, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Their arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, their warmth seeping into your skin. Your body is sore, completely spent, but the comfort of being between them makes every ache worth it.

Ellie presses one last kiss against your skin, her voice dipping into something fond. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Vi hums in agreement, her voice the last thing you hear before exhaustion fully takes over.

“We got you.”

[plutosmut]

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🪐/n: Missing Sevika so bad rn :( short little imagine for right now while I work on some stuff, might go M.I.A for a little bittle tho

Warnings: Age gap obvi, face fucking, face slapping, spit play, threesome, vi is established as your lover, strap use (r receiving), strap being called a dick or cock, Sevika being a perv whos always strapped up. Dom!Sevika , "sweet"dom!Vi, degradation, choking, overstimulation, porn no plot.

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Imagine being shared between Vi and Sevika,

Rough hands keeping you in place while Vi laps at your pussy, Sevika's harsh gaze trained on you both, watching intently as you snap your hips against Vi's eager tongue. "Thats it." Sevika groans, moving her hand to pinch at your nipples, running the nub between her finger tips as you cry out.

A simple game night to cool the waters between Vi and Sev has turned into a disgusting medley of bodies and fluids as both try to prove to the other that they can fuck you better. While you were a willing participant, you had no idea the ways in which both women were skilled.

Your second orgasm of the night breaks you, crying out as Vi still licks at your clit, riding you through the intense pleasure she gave you. Your breathing stutters, as you try to catch the oxygen that was sucked from your lungs.

"We're matched. Just admit it, I fuck better than you." Vi's voice is deep, husky with lust and a fierce  competitive spirit, "Fuck no. Any dumbass can eat pussy." Sevika never the one to back down rubs a hand over your spent form, stopping at your pussy as she slaps it twice. Your body jerks from the reminders of overstimulation.

"Hey pretty girl, you ever been strapped before?" Its a question she doesnt wait for an answer to, Vi's already grabbing her harness from her bedroom drawer, pulling it on with a few curses as she fumbles.

Its not everyday you get to prove yourself by being in some pussy.

"You already had it on you? Fucking freak." Vi grunts, watching as Sevika pulls her pants down revealing the skin colored strap. "Never leave home without it." Vi positions you onto all fours, watching the concern in your eyes as she places the tip of the silicone dick on your tongue.

, Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you right?" Sevika calls from behind you, rubbing the tip of her dick against your folds, wetting it just enough for easy access.

You nod, moving your hips a little, awaiting the fullness. "Disgusting." Vi chimes in from her position in front of you, "Just be happy Im even letting you fuck her. I could've made you watch." Sevika jabs but Vi doesnt find it funny.

Sevika groans as she plunges fully into you, gripping your hips firmly as she rams the strap all the in, giving you but a heartbeat to adjust to its size. You let out a breathless moan as she begins to move, slowly yet deep like shes trying to pierce your heart.

You try to supress your moans by biting your lip, which earns you a slap to your face from Vi. "I wanna hear you pretty girl, make those sweet fucking noises for me." Sevika doesnt let up her assault, grabbing you by your hair, pulling your head up roughly to attach you to Vi's waiting strap.

She moans as you latch on, forcing you to deep throat it as she thrusts deeper into you, her pace increasing yet her hips stutter. "Suck that dick like a good fucking girl." Sevika moans, hearts in her eyes as drool drips from your chin. You know Vi cant feel much, yet you still suck the strap while her hips buck in your mouth, the tip of the dick hitting the back of your throat. You choke on it, tears streaming down your face as Vi continue to fuck your face.

Vi pulls the cock from your throat, globs of spit falling in from it. Your face is covered in smudged make up, tears and your own spit as Vi lands two hits to your cheek. "You look so pretty baby, all messy and fucked out." She smiles, a golden light meant to disarm you.

She takes the leftover spit in her hand before rubbing it all your face. "Feels good to be a little slut on someone else's strap doesnt it?" Her hand grips your neck applying only minimal pressure, still its enough to make your core tighten.

"Fuck, keep talking to her like that. I can feel her pussy clenching on the dick." Sevika moans the loop of the harness where the cock sits has been bumping against her needy clit all night, the resistance of your orgasm approaching creating just enough friction to hopefully get her over the threshold.

'Shut up, old lady." Vi cringes a bit before putting her attention back on you. Your mind was too far gone, fucked out and completely turned to mush. The sound of a vibration catches your attention, bringing you back to the scene. You shake your head, "N-No please, I can..I cant take it." You beg, but it falls on deaf ears.

"Just want you to cum baby." She reaches under you, pressing the vibrating bullet to your clit, Sevikas hip stutter, "Shit~" The vibrator being just the right amount of pleasure to send her doubling over you as her orgasm hits her. She doesnt stop rutting in you though, biting your shoulder hard as your moans get louder, choking on your breath.

The wave of pleasure runs over you, as you squeal, begging Vi to remove the vibrator as she shakes it a little, really driving the point home.

Sevika pulls out of you, collapsing on the bed, hand lazily covering her eyes. You both catch your breath as Vi rubs a hand over your thighs, "So, is it my turn?"

[sevikasthrouple]

⌇ PUSSY DRUNKノ—DRABBLE

strap, pussy drunk!vi !

Vi tops you but she moans louder than you when her strap digs into your drooling cunt. She looks at you with her lust-filled, blue eyes— puppy eyes, really. She begs silently for more of your cunt even though she can't feel the strap, it's not a real dick. But she swears she can.

"You're tight," Vi grunts and shoves her strap deeper until it buries inside all the way.

"Oh, fuck," you curse and guide her movements. You need to guide her movements, she's too pussy drunk to make sense of anything that's happening right now. "Vi, ‘think you should lay down."

"No, I'm fucking you." Vi said through gritted teeth and snapped her hips forward, making you moan. You giggled right after.

"Hardly."

Vi glares at you, frowning, she knows you're right.

[evesbookshop]

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𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse

So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.

And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.

It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.

“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.

And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.

Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.

But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.

“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”

A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.

“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.

“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.

Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.

And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.

“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.

“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.

“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.

“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”

“Alright.”

“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.

“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”

“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”

And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.

“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .

It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.

“Too rough?”

“Never”

“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.

“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝❤︎︎

[sinstear]

18+ apparently all i can think about is tired/lazy & needy tribbing with vi. not the best but we move :)

your hands are everywhere and nowhere. for a while your arm is around her waist, your hand cupping the back of her head and her mouth is taking all your kisses possible. she’s greedy but methodical. she wants more but her hunger for them is low. she’s tired, hasn’t slept much in the past few days, but she wants you. she wants to feel every part of you. her teeth nipped your bottom lip abruptly, and vi grins against your mouth at the moan that claws out of your throat. “brat,” you huffed and held her tighter. guiding her hips back and forth slowly, her cunt sliding against yours.

“am i?” she laughed but it quickly changes to a soft whimper once you’re grinding upwards, practically dragging her against your cunt. “fuck,” vi pulled away, pressing her forehead against yours. “i love you.” she mumbled, gripping your shoulder tightly.

sliding your hand up behind her neck, and threading your fingers into her hair, you smiled softly at her while tugging hard enough to have her gasping. “i love you,” you chuckled. “you’re so needy when you wanna cum.”

“missed you so much today,” vi whimpered, fucking herself down against your cunt faster. her hands scrambling and trying to hold any part of you that she could. “you feel so good.”

reluctantly, you remove your fingers from her hair, quick enough that she herself is pulling away and looking down at you. her lips are parted, soft moans and whimpers slipping past her plump swollen lips and a deep blush blooms the apples of her cheeks when you cup her face and grin tiredly at her.

kissing the palm of your hand, vi murmured quiet i love you’s and grabbed your free hand in hers, and interlocked your fingers. “you make me feel so good,” she admitted, eyes fluttering closed when you’re pulling her face closer and locking her lips in a soft kiss. “always make me feel so good, you’re perfect.”

falling back onto the bed fully, vi giggles at your abrupt huff, that she greedily swallows, and leans over you, still fucking herself fast and hard against your soaked pussy.

“fuck,” you murmured against her mouth, her hands pinning yours beside your head and grinding down on your cunt with more vigor, and more need. more more more, she pleads, tears running down her face and staining her flush skin. “baby, fuck, oh,” you chanted between moans and squeezed her hands tighter.

her cunt slides against yours with ease, like it was made for yours and she’s pulling one of her hands away from yours and gripping one of your tits instead, squeezing at the flesh and pinching at your nipple each time her hips move in a slow yet agonising gentle pace, grinding down enough. “you’re so fucking hot,” her lips rest against your shoulder, biting and sucking at your skin. “s..shit.”

“vi, baby,” your voice cracked, free hand reached out and grabbed her hip. “c’mon, baby, fuck yourself on my pussy like you mean it. you’re not gonna break me.”

pathetically, vi pulls away, sits up slowly, rests her hand on your lower stomach and wraps her arm around your leg before giggling at the way you groan under your breath and hum softly. “like this? you like how i fuck you like this?” she asks, hips moving frantically, nails digging into your skin.

“yeah, yeah,” you replied breathlessly, eyes hooded yet wide and staring at her in pure adoration. “just like that angel, keep fucking me like that.”

“gonna cum,” vi cried out at the feeling of the flutter in her stomach. “please, need to cum, let me cum, please,” she begs, cunt clenching around nothing.

“yeah? gonna cum, baby? all over my pussy?” you laughed, voice cracked and raspy, your hips buck up into her and violet keens at the feeling of your pussy rubbing deliciously against hers. “of course, you are, go ahead baby, make a mess over me.”

your words have the blood rushing to her head, her clit throbs and her hips and legs are starting to ache. if it wasn’t for the grip you had on her, she would have fallen onto you by now, still needy and whiny. “little more, please, fuck, i just need—” the words die in her throat, can feel your clit rubbing against yours and she sinks her nails into the skin of your stomach. “please cum, need you to cum with me—” vi cries, unaware of your own orgasm approaching.

“m’right here with you, baby,” you promised, stroking her hip slowly. “whenever you want, cum, s’okay.”

“oh fuck, i love you, i love you—” a loud whimper rips through her throat, and her body tenses abruptly. “you’re so good to me, i love you.” she repeats.

vi’s orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, without another warning and her body goes rigid above you. she holds your leg to her tightly, riding through her orgasm selfishly, with you not far behind. “cum, please, baby—”

it’s not long after and your body tenses this time, your hands flying up to grab ahold of her hips and keeping her still. grinding up against her pussy, your eyes flutter closed as you cum with a guttural moan. vi’s body twitches, needing something more as you hold her, not letting her move and practically using her to get off, “baby, can you just— need you.” she whines, holding onto your hands, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“shut up, i let you use me to get off, now it’s my turn.”

[cursedyuri]

some more thoughts about vi and high sex because… well she’s just hot your honor. 18+ below, and cw for marijuana use (duh).

stoner!vi who teaches you how to roll a blunt one night after you’d confided in her that you’d never done it before. she sets up a blunt-rolling station on her coffee table, complete with a pack of blue dutches - the superior blunt wrap, according to her - and a half ounce of her best weed. the sickly sweet, flowery scent of the bud tickles at your nose as vi shows you how to place it into her grinder, shutting it and twisting the metal disks until the weed is ground down to smaller bits.

stoner!vi whose tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration, her brow furrowed as she carefully demonstrates splitting a cigarillo right down the middle. she punctures the tobacco with her thumb nail, then works the tear down until the cigarillo’s opened up. you mimic her actions, and she reassures you when you struggle to tear the tobacco in a straight line.

“you’ve got this, angel,” she says with an encouraging smile, eyes glimmering when she looks at you.

stoner!vi whose fingers are methodical, spreading ground up weed into the blunt wrap with a precision that genuinely impresses you. when she starts to fold over the edge to close the blunt, she brings it to her lips, licking along the seam of the wrap and working it closed. those piercing eyes stay focused on you as she works, and you have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the heat at your center.

stoner!vi who lights your finished blunt for you, holding the lighter to the end of the blunt as you inhale. the cherry glows bright orange and when you exhale a cloud of smoke, vi hums in approval.

“knew you could do it, babe,” she says, and your cheeks go warm. you pass the blunt to her, which she takes with a nod of gratitude.

stoner!vi who gets high enough to suggest shotgunning - a classic pothead-trying-to-get-into-your-pants move. she’s almost surprised when you agree to it… but then again, she’s seen the way you look at her sometimes.

stoner!vi who caresses your jaw with one hand, holding the blunt in her other hand as she brings her lips to yours. it’s an almost-kiss that makes both of you hot with arousal, and as your lips part for you to inhale the smoke from vi’s mouth, you let out a pleased moan.

vi hears it, because of course she does.

stoner!vi who covers you in kisses and bite marks, faint bruises decorating your neck and chest. she takes her time undressing you, hands rough and calloused from a lifetime of fighting. her touch is still soft, though, somehow. she’s gentle when she wants to be.

stoner!vi who pushes you down into the mattress, climbing over you and lowering her clenching cunt to your mouth. you moan against her warm, wet folds. tonguing at her like a woman starved. her lips unleash an endless stream of praises - yes, good girl, that’s it, eat me like that. every filthy word that leaves her mouth only makes you wetter, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as vi rides your face.

stoner!vi who squirts when she comes, overwhelmed by the pleasure of fucking herself on your mouth. she’s high and overly sensitive, so when you roll your tongue over her twitching clit, she goes rigid and gasps like a porn star.

stoner!vi who spends the rest of the evening palming your tits and stuffing you full with her fingers, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re nothing but a panting, whining mess for her.

when you’re done, she holds up another blunt, eyes still hazy from the weed and the sex. “wanna go for another?”

[tobesolxvely]

you sshould make hip obsessed vi x reader.. like she just loves your hips and can't keep her hands off of them, it could be sfw or NSFW whatever you please

omg yessss! i love this concept!!

i just got off from work so here goes this quick drabble, hope you like it <3

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of sex, not nsfw but highly suggestive towards the end. MDNI.

vi has a thing —no, a problem. at first, she thought it was just the usual, a woman absolutely in love with her girlfriend’s body.

one day, you were hanging out at her place. she was in the garage doing a quick maintenance check on her bike. you’re behind her, talking to her sister about the latest tattoo she’s got, and vi turns around to make a comment.

her brain short-circuits for a second. you’re leaning over her workbench, casually shifting your weight to one hip as you keep talking. she can’t stop staring at the curve, how it fits you just perfectly, the way the clothes stretch just a little when you move…

“…right, vi?”

as you turn your head, she immediately moves her gaze away from your hips. she cleared her throat and pretends she was looking for something in her toolbox, and when she looks back, she’s met with powder’s playful smirk and your expectant gaze.

“uh, didn’t here ya’, sorry”

“you’re really… distracted with that bike, huh?” powder says in a teasing tone and vi only sends her a menacing look, before asking you to repeat whatever you said in the first place.

it’s like something inside her just clicked.

at first, she just stares. she watches you in silence as you walk around the room, or when you walk over to her, or away from her… she can’t keep her eyes off of you.

you walk by her? her head turns automatically. you bend down to grab something? her eyes are glued to you and she’s having the hardest time hiding her grin. you sit down and cross your legs? she’s tightening her hands into fists to hold in the urge to trace the shape of your hips.

it makes her start realizing, oh yeah, i might have a thing going on here.

slowly, she starts making comments. she’s trying to self-indulge without being too obvious about it.

“you, uh, been working out recently? no reason. just… observing, y’know”

“shit, those jeans fit you real good”

“don’t you wanna wear that black mini skirt today? i just love how it looks on you”

but she can’t pretend to be casual for any longer. you realize that out of a sudden she’s gotten very touchy.

vi finds excuses to place her hands on your hips at all times. when she passes behind you, she’ll let her hand brush your hips ‘accidentally’. when you’re walking together, she rests her palm to ‘guide you through the crowd’. even when you’re just standing, her hand will unconsciously rest against your hip or she finds her pinky into your belt hoop, keeping you close.

one night, you’re cuddling after having sex. her thumb is tracing circles on your skin, right at the curve of your hips. you shuffle around to get more comfortable, and her grip on you gets tighter.

“wait, i need some water”

you try to stand up, but she tugs you gently. in one swift motion, you end up straddling her lap, her hands settling instinctively on your hips.

“stay with me,” she says in a low voice.

her nails are pressing lightly into your skin, not enough to hurt or break skin, but enough to keep you there.

“shit, you look really good like this”

her fingers hook under your shirt —it actually is her shirt but you were it more frequently— and lift it up lightly, just enough to expose the skin that she now loves to stare at, touch, kiss.

“i freaking love your hips, did y’know?”

“baby, you’re not subtle at all… of course i knew”