──── 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.
a/n: this is the last part of hot to go! we can’t thank u enough for the amount of love you guys have shown this collab, me and marie have really enjoyed ourselves 💗 now buckle ur seatbelts bc this is filthy and nasty and something possessed me while i was writing it ! i acc can’t look at u guys as i post this omg
tags: 18+ MDNI, god where to start, dom e and v, degredation, strap referred to as cock, strap sucking (r), scissoring, oral (r and v receiving), lowk spit roasting, arguing, public indecency, pet names, manhandling, nastiness, spitting, kind of exhibitionism, bushes, sweatiness and filth, dirty talk, hair pulling, cum play, kind of little mention of breath play? actually sweet ending!
the post match rush of adrenaline was one of the best feelings in the entire fucking world for ellie and vi.
watching the two girls shriek and collide on the pitch should’ve been an ick, mud smearing everywhere as vi clapped ellie on the back, a pile of butch and grassy limbs. but it wasn’t, not when vi’s head snapped up to find yours. two pairs of eyes locked onto yours: one endless powder blue, the other watercolour green. both of them blown. both of them fucking starving.
that look was just about the only warning you got before the predators were on you.
ellie untangled her long legs from vi’s, freckles spattered across pale skin that glittered in the dappled sun, freckles you’d quite like to taste with your tongue. she paused at the edge of the bleachers, panting and sweat soaked, just to offer you her palm. ‘hey, pretty girl.’ her voice was hoarse from yelling at her team, calloused fingers curling around yours as she helped you down the steps in your heels. ‘good luck charm worked out, didn’t it? well done you.’
ellie’s rasp was undercut suddenly by rowdy hollering, hooted shouting that could only be coming from her counterpart. vi. a pair of strong arms caught you around the waist before you could protest, smearing mud and sweat across your skirt without care in the world.
‘vi, not again-‘ you shrieked as you were lifted up to sit on her shoulder, clinging onto the roots of the red hair stuck to her nape for dear life. you crossed your legs, all too aware of the way your bare cunt was seeping slick into the fabric of her jersey.
‘what, can’t do a victory lap with my girl?’ vi’s teeth were bared in that sharp canine smirk as she set off in a jog, ellie racing after her just to watch your ass bounce with every step.
‘i fucking hate you.’ you hissed, heels digging into her ribs as you held on tight, legs crossed taut enough to crush something or someone, preferably your girlfriend’s skull right now.
‘hey, fuckface.’ ellie grunted, catching vi’s elbow to slow her to a stop, both of them panting. ‘we have much better things to be doing right now than running around like dickheads. c’mon.’
the world was a blur of green and blue as vi dropped you to your feet, palms settling firm and proprietary at your hips as she buried her nose in the curve of your throat from behind, inhaling the sugar sweetness she always craved. ‘we’re just havin’ fun, aren’t we sweetheart?’
the rasp in her voice went straight to the base of your spine as her and ellie led you to the locker room’s, vi’s fingers pressing into your hips and ellie’s catching the shape of your wrist, yanking.
the locker room had cleared out quickly after vi’s preening victory lap, meaning you barely had time to set your heels against the linoleum before two pairs of strong hands were on your body, lifting and pushing and pressing.
the two girls stepped back when you were flat on your back on one of the metal benches. vi’s arms folded over her chest, a flash of white canine as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, eyes mapping the path she wanted her hands to follow up your thighs.
‘what should we give our good luck charm, els?’ she purred, eyes like flint as she knocked her hip against ellie’s. ‘think she deserves a reward. been dreamin’ about gettin’ my mouth on that pretty cunt the entire match.’
ellie’s brow furrowed, freckled skin pulling taut as she glanced sideways at her best friend, knocking her back harder. ‘ain’t no fucking way dude, you got to touch her before the match.’
‘she’s my girlfriend! so did you, dickface!’
‘not like you did-‘
the argument dissolved into them shoving each other, the metal of vi’s locker clanging sharp throughout the room as ellie pushed her into it, victorious.
‘fuckin’ fine.’ vi grumbled, slinking back against the locker as ellie prowled forward, already sweeping auburn hair into a loose ponytail.
you raised an eyebrow, propping yourself up on your elbows as your gaze flicked between the two of them. ‘do i get any say in this? what if i wanted something specific?’
vi’s laugh cracked sharp enough to spark down your spine as ellie shoved your thighs open, sinking to her knees. ‘don’t think you’re complainin’, you’re drippin’ for us angel.’
and true enough, heat had been pooling between your thighs for the last hour, spiking everytime ellie skidded into a tackle or vi whooped in that obnoxiously attractive way of hers on the pitch.
‘no.’ you mumbled, petulant, as you leant back. ‘but-‘
ellie’s mouth was on your cunt, tongue pulling in one long stripe between your folds as she groaned low in her throat, circling your clit in devastatingly quick drags that had your spine arching and startled moans ripping from your throat.
‘taste like fucking heaven.’ she muttered, calloused fingers pressing the arch of your hips wider as she buried her face in your folds, messy and greedy and entirely hungry as she shoved her tongue to the root past your slit.
your fingers tangled in her hair as your eyes rolled back, thighs clenching taut around her head as you clawed at her scalp, heels digging in.
your first mistake was letting yourself succumb to the overwhelming feeling of ellie’s tongue toying with your sweet spot. the second? forgetting to keep an eye on your girlfriend.
one second your head was tossed back, tits heaving on every ragged breath, the next your mouth was being buried in a mess of sopping pink curls, slick with sweat and arousal.
‘forget about me, did you?’ two strong thighs pressed either side of your head, vi’s knees digging into the bench as miles of tanned muscle wrapped around your skull.
her cunt was messy, bush wild and as vivid as her hair, thick clit poking through puffy pink folds that she dragged without shame across your lips. ‘cmon, sweet girl. we just fucking won. you’re not gonna make your girlfriend feel good? gimme that pretty tongue, angel.’
ellie’s laughter was muffled by vi’s thighs around your ears, all sensation narrowing to the slick feeling of ellie’s tongue teasing the sensitive nub of your clit, and the heat of vi’s soaked cunt dragging over your mouth.
you finally managed to push your tongue past your lips, letting vi grind the swollen curve of her clit over the muscle, her abs rippling as she tossed her head back. ‘that’s it. such a good girl lettin’ me use your face like this. you taste that? that’s fuckin’ victory baby.’
your own whines were muffled, her slick smearing with your spit down your chin as she got off on your face. and that’s when you felt teeth grazing your clit. your spine arched taut, almost bucking vi off your shoulders as your thighs clamped around ellie’s head.
‘easy, easy sweetheart. fucking sensitive aren’t you?’ ellie’s voice sounded like she was underwater as she eased your thighs apart, this time spreading your folds with her fingers to spit on the fluttering muscle of your pussy. her tongue shoved past your entrance, curving just right against your sweet spot in a way that made you shriek against vi’s folds, earning a mock-sympathetic tut from the other girl.
that coil in your gut built and built, thighs shaking in ellie’s grip as you tossed your head blindly, view restricted by the rippling arch of vi’s abs, sweat slick and shining beneath the fluorescents. the coil snapped sudden and sharp as vi’s blunt fingers tangled in your hair, yanking you back into the wet heat of her cunt as you unraveled under the perfect pressure of ellie’s tongue and vi spilled down your throat.
there was a beat of silence as you swallowed the mess, until you heard the sound of ellie’s palm slapping against vi’s shoulder.
when you glanced up, she was tapping vi’s jaw, vi frowning in confusion as she twisted above you. ‘the fuck do you want, man?’
ellie leant in, rough fingers tipping vi’s jaw up, thumb parting her lips as she spat your cum into vi’s waiting mouth.
vi swallowed, snickering as she shoved at ellie’s stomach and climbed off your shoulders, wiping her mouth. ‘that was fucking nasty, dude. you’re perverted.’
‘yeah but you liked it.’ ellie snorted, rolling her freckled shoulders as she stood properly, knees cracking. ‘your girl tastes good.’
you let your head thud back against the bench, reeling as you caught your breath, starting to fix your dress when ellie’s palm settled at your stomach. ‘the fuck d’you think you’re doing, angel?’
vi returned to your side, leering down at you and she folded her arms, muscles bulging beneath the harsh black gears of her tats. ‘did you think we were done? nah, told you i’d give you the fuck you deserved. just didn’t say how, babygirl.’
it was then you noticed the harness curving round her hips, that thick pink strap bobbing against the tanned v of her hips.
the two shared a look, ellie’s lips crooking in a slow smirk that matched vi’s in want as she pushed you back down.
her jersey was peeled off first, then her shorts and sports bra, until all that was left was freckled skin and sweat. ellie wasn’t as ripped as your girlfriend, but she was gorgeous, all pale skin and taut lines, mouth quirking as your gaze settled at the pert curve of her tits. ‘like what you see, doll?’
vi’s fingers caught in your hair as she tugged you back down, shifting to stand behind your head until the strap shadowed your face, pink silicone obscuring your vision of ellie. ‘eyes on my cock. that’s right, gorgeous. only thing you’re good for, ain’t it? having this down your throat. say it.’
‘s all i’m good for.’ your voice was raspy from disuse, edging on a whine as you reached back to clutch at her thighs, nails pressing into muscle as she tapped the dildo against your cheek.
‘well, not quite all.’ ellie’s voice was low and amused as her palms pushed your hips back, speckled thighs intertwining with your own as she slotted your cunts together, sharp hips rolling down in a grind that sent your oversensitive clit throbbing.
‘suppose not.’ vi mused, eyes flicking up to meet ellie’s when she pushed the strap past your lips, your head angled back so she could stuff it down your throat.
the sudden lack of oxygen made your eyes roll back, throat making obscene little glug, glugs when she rocked her strap down the tight channel of muscle, punctuated by ellie’s grunts as she arched above you. the whole thing was filthy, debauched, your hair dangling off the bench as you were used from both ends. the perfect fucktoy.
‘fuckin christ.’ ellie groaned, head tipped forward as her hips jolted against yours, folds catching and rhythm stuttering off into something more uneven that made you whine from the overstimulation. ‘feel so good, baby girl. not gonna fuckin’ last.’
‘thought you had better stamina than that.’ vi panted, one hand slipping down to tease at the bulge in your throat. ‘don’t tell me you can’t go more than two minutes, els?’
‘shut the fuck up.’
‘nah, that’s pathetic dude. cmon, i know she’s got a pretty cunt, but-‘
the two carried on bickering above you, ellie’s nails carving crescent moons into your thighs as vi fucked your throat.
‘you’re such an asshole.’ ellie grunted, thighs starting to shake as she pressed you harder into the bench. ‘all this fucking talk about PB’s and all that bullshit when- oh fuck hah-‘ her hands slid forward, bracing next to your shoulders as she shattered, her slick smearing in the mess already between your thighs.
vi snickered, dragging her hips back from your throat with a disgustingly wet pop, wiping the strap clean as she tossed ellie her jersey. ‘alright, champ. fuckin’ three pump wonder you are.’
you collapsed back against the bench, thoroughly worn out, panting hard enough for them both to pause in their arguing and look at you. ‘you alright, pretty girl?’ ellie murmured, frowning down at you as she squeezed your hip. ‘did we take it too far?’ vi joined her, uncharacteristically sweet as she helped you sit up.
‘no…’ you murmured, swollen lips curving into a pout as you slid your arms around her neck. ‘m just sore.’
‘well that’s okay, angel.’ ellie soothed, settling behind you as she kissed the nape of your neck, tender now. ‘we’ll kiss it all better.’
‘ayo, what are you, her girlfriend?’ vi raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t sound pissed off, big hands gentle as they slid up your sides.
‘maybe. would you like that? both of us, angel?’ she pressed closer, green eyes finding vi’s blue over your shoulder.
Hello!! Im thinking about a vi x reader, where we can see a more shy, and bashful side of violet through her tough persona. Some friends to lovers in there would also be cute…
It could be pure fluff, fluff with smut, angst, really whatever you feel like writing!!
- A
content // friends to lovers , post caitvi breakup , pitfighting and drinking mentioned , care taking sweetheart!reader , protective!vi , reader is a little sensitive :c , crying , injuries mentioned , hurt-comfort , fluff and smut , fingering , strap , virginity loss , virgin! reader ~ 1.6k words
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was comfortable around you, you were the one person that didn’t judge her for being the way she was. Whenever things got hard, things got overwhelming, she ran to you. It was obvious to you that you were her comfort person.
You didn’t mind.
“I’m sorry, am I burdening you?” She asked in a voice that didn’t even sound like her, soft and worried like she might pressure you to take care of her when she’s this vulnerable.
You just pulled her deeper into your embrace and whispered, “never say that, you could never be a burden to me.”
That’s when Vi fell for you, maybe.
Because there just had been way too many instances she could have fallen—like all those times you didn’t ask her how she got hurt and instead focused on making sure she got better, like that time you didn’t judge her for going back to Caitlyn just to get her heart broken. You never judged her, never made her feel like she was somehow broken as a human being.
She felt seen. She felt loved when she was with you.
And she wanted to be with you for the rest of her life, but she didn’t know if this was… love beyond friendship.
She’d already struggled so much in her love life before, it felt like the universe just had to take anyone she loved dearly away from her, and the thought of exposing you to the dangers of being her partner was what terrified her and kept her awake at night.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was drifting around so much after her breakup, you felt pity but pity wasn’t what made you approach her during training one day, and asked, “do you wanna move in with me?”
At first, she wanted to decline you right there on the spot. Not because she didn’t need a decent place to crash. But because she felt like it was entirely sympathy that made you offer her that and she wasn’t about to take advantage of her best friend.
But that’s when she saw the look in your eyes—genuine concern. And that was something Vi hadn’t seen directed towards herself in a while.
So she nodded.
Even that was hard.
It was like she was accepting defeat in her own newfound incompetence after the breakup. How was she so weak? It didn’t occur to her that she just needed to let her emotions show until she finally did move in with you.
You healed her in ways you didn’t know. You healed wounds Vi herself didn’t know existed.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was always shocked every time you did something for her. Like she wasn’t used to the idea of someone taking care of her or simply coexisting in her space and making living easier for her.
You didn’t urge her to stop pitfighting.
You didn’t ask her to stop drinking her days away.
You stayed by her, helped her through the worst of the hangovers and bandaged her knuckles when she came back with them split open, caked with blood. Not once did you make a face when she felt too drained to take a shower.
You were gentle, but that didn’t mean you just stayed by and never did anything.
You hand washed her clothes to get rid of the blood stains and sweat stains some days. You made so much out of so little because even if you weren’t the richest woman in Zaun, you had a big heart.
And that made everything count a hundred times more.
You made her homemade meals, you listened to her go on and on about how great Caitlyn was when she got sappy and drunk. You held her through every hardship she was faced with.
Almost as if she wasn’t alone.
Almost like you were promising her a lifetime of companionship.
“I know it doesn’t feel like it.” You said, passing her a glass of water, “but eventually, you’ll pick up the pieces of yourself and you’ll learn to move on. The only way to get rid of grief is to grieve.”
Vi looked at you, her blue eyes already collecting with fresh hot tears. “Why are you so nice to me?”
You smiled slightly. “You’re my…”
“Friend” sounded like it would undermine her importance in your life at the moment so you took a deep and breath and continued—
“You’re someone really important to me. And I care about you.”
Those words made a different kind of change.
The kind of change that helped a person heal.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI fell in love slowly. It wasn’t one day of dramatic realisation. It was when she caught herself doing things for you…
Getting you flowers randomly. Telling you how beautiful you look. Holding your hand when you both are walking the streets.
The drinking slowly stopped. She started sitting with you more during meals.
She started caring for you back.
Not because she felt like she owed it to you.
But because she was falling in love.
She could be herself—the sweet, broken, shy girl deep down that she was but never showed anyone else in fear of rejection.
But it was like you saw right through her even before she initiated acting like how she felt. You made her feel loved and cared for.
Vi couldn’t see a future that didn’t include you anymore.
You became a big part of her life.
She spent time in getting to know you even better—your favourite color, favourite food, the way you nervously played with your hair when you got a little shy, the way you listened to hopeless love songs when you cooked, the way you were a little sensitive to the usual gruff nature of Zaun’s people.
And Vi knew she couldn’t take you away from all the roughness the world offered to people who lived in the Undercity.
But she could make it easier.
She longed for you, she longed to make you the happiest woman on the planet.
She didn’t need you to reciprocate romantic feelings because in her heart it was enough to know she was in love with someone who had a good heart and cared about her.
But the idea of rejection still stung.
She was still raw after everything she’d been through.
So she took her time.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI knocked the lights out of some guy that dared touch you inappropriately. This wasn’t a new occurrence but Vi losing her temper like that was new. So when you were finally in the confines of your living room, you asked her, “are you okay?”
Vi nodded, eyes set on the way your hands gently cradled her injured fist.
“Does it hurt?” You asked, dabbing at the wound with disinfectant—as if you weren’t aware she’d taken worse injuries.
Vi didn’t say anything. She just stared quietly at the way you gently patched her up.
“Why?” she then blurted.
You blinked. “Huh?”
“Why do you care so much? I’m just—I’m—”
“Because you matter.” You said gently, “I don’t know what you see every time you look in the mirror, Vi, but I see someone who’s been too strong for too long, and you need to break down every once a while,” you cupped the side of her face. “You’re only human, too.”
Vi swallowed thickly.
She didn’t know why, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to yours. She genuinely thought you’d push her away.
But you didn’t.
You closed your eyes and let her kiss you. Your hands braced on her shoulders as you kissed her back. You held her like she mattered. Like you weren’t just going to take advantage of her. Vi didn’t realise when she’d started crying.
Not sobbing. Just a few silent tears that escaped her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks as she kissed you.
Her feelings for you overwhelmed her in the best way.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was genuinely so shocked and honoured when you said you would let her take your virginity. She gently fingered you open first just so you don’t feel too much pain when she fucked you when her strap.
“Does that feel good? Let me know if it’s too much.” She muttered, her voice filled with love and care.
Her fingers worked in your pussy, curling and twisting as she toyed with your sweet spot. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck, your moans muffled by her skin.
“You’re gonna make a mess on my fingers, cupcake?”
“Stop… you’re so embarrassing.” You said, cheeks bright red.
“You wanted this…”
“Then just fuck me…”
She kissed your forehead and moved down, lips leaving a trail of kisses on the expanse of your chest and collarbones.
“You feel like heaven on my fingers.”
Her words weren’t doing you much good. You were so wet that it was genuinely embarrassing. You were moving on her hand, grinding down, chasing the friction of her fingers inside you—until suddenly she switched her fingers for her strap.
First the head of the toy pressed against your tight opening, and you thought it wouldn’t fit until it slid in with a slight wet “pop”, burying in all the way until all of the length was in you.
You gasped, “w-wait, it hurts a little.”
Vi paused instantly, eyes slightly wide, and filled with concern—did she hurt you? That was her worst fear.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” you wrapped your arms around Vi, “please… keep going.”
Vi’s hands were braced on either side of your head, her hips moving back and forth as she slid in and out of you with ease, thanks to your arousal. You clenched tightly around her, the stretch providing a burning pleasure you’d never felt before.
“Good job, baby, you’re taking me so well,” she whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead as she buried herself to the hilt.
You gasped and came with a cry of pleasure, liquids dripping alongside the sides of the toy. Your clit throbbed with need.
And although you never expected to hear yourself say this, you did;
Something that bothers me about post-canon Arcane fics is the fact that lots of times they completely forget abou Caitlyn's pain, physical and mental.
She was obviously stabbed by Ambessa in the eye, but some people seem to forget that she was also stabbed in the stomach; she fought with that dagger sticking out of her side and then removed it to cut Ambessa's protection bracelet thing. She had to be bleeding out from 2 open wounds until medical help came, which I assume had to take some time considering Viktor's glorious evolution attempt. So that's on the physical side, but we also have to remember that she lost Jayce, probably a brother figure to her. He was the one to reach out for her after Cassandra's death, and she easily opened up to him about it. In that line, she most likely knew Viktor aswell; at the end of the day her family were the sponsors of hextech, so she most likely grew up around him aswell. Then,there's also Mel, who always seemed very protective and sweet towards Caitlyn, understanding her pain and the way she copes. We know Caitlyn didn't grow up with many friends, and now every single person she trusted is gone, and her father is lost in his own depression. Oh, and let's not forget about the fact that Maddie literally tried to kill her, bacause, like it or not, Cait trusted Maddie. She will also have to deal with the pain of all the soldiers and citizens that died at the war, yet she'll have to pretend to be okay because she's still Piltover’s commander, and the cities are probably looking up at her, specially in moments like that.
Of course Vi's in so much pain, she lost practically everything, but we can't pretend like Caitlyn would be there for here 24/7, cause she has many things to deal with her own. That's a bit of the beautiful tragedy, in my opinion, it's a chance for Caitlyn and Vi to open up to eachother, mourn and heal together, without forgetting eachother's pain.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ thinking about, manhandling with vi. HEADCANONS.
• this shit has been PLAGUING my mind. & i KNOW i’m not the only bitch who wants her to aggressively chuck me around
• before you’re even together, vi who uses her muscles to show off SOOO much omfg 😭 the amount of muscle tees she buys solely so she can ‘nonchalantly’ show you her muscles and just how strong she is. like baby it’s winter put on a jumper thx
• UFH i know she’s a hand on the waist mastermind especially before you’re together!!!! like just her testing the waters with a gentle hand to your waist to move you out the way with a soft ‘sxuse me princess’ or ‘my bad cupcake, thanks’ OHMYGODD just eat my puss already
• and for sure one time she did a TWO hand manoeuvre. both hands spanning your waist and gently moving you out of the way ORRRRRRRRR like pulling you back into her chest away from something 😫 you almost walking into something or someone almost bumping into you and suddenly vi’s hands are on your waist and gently but firmly and effortlessly hauling you back into her warmth<333
• thinking about protective and possessive vi who comes to your rescue when she sees you getting unwanted attention and pulls you FULLY back into her like back to her tits, flush to her, hands on your hips keeping you steady and her chin in your hair. all stone voiced as fuck to whoever was trying to chat you up 😖 my god NEED
• i know it’s basic but idc VI CARRYING YOU WHEN YOUR FEET HURT FROM HEELS!!!!!!! or not even heels just when your feet hurt my gosshhh you don’t even have to ask and this bitch will literally just pick you up like it’s nothing, bridal carry so you can cling onto her glorious shoulders thank you. it’s just the way she notices as well 😩 her teasing you for wearing shoes she told you not to wear cuz she knew this would happen but still carrying you anyway<333 (she HIGHKEY doesn’t argue that hard and is a giddy little shit cuz she loves carrying you like this)
• hands up if you’d melt bro 🙋♀️
• when you’re together, biting her biceps just to watch them flex and then she playfully tosses you away in ‘anger’
• UGHH just imagining being away from each other for a long time (three days max) then seeing each other again and jumping onto her all dramatic like and she catches you so fucking effortlessly. legs around her waist snug against her warm sturdy body and she REFUSES to put you down or let you go literally doesn’t care like ‘you put yourself here baby now you’re staying here’.
• thinking about drunk vi whose an absolute fucking cocky shit and likes to tug you around and all sorts like ‘im stronger im stronger’ 100000000% coined the phrase ‘you’re tiny’ even if you’re taller than her like little bro fucking rest. relentless BEAST
• drunk vi LOVES publicly manhandling you 😭 litch grabbing you by the flesh of your ass and tugging you into her or whatever in the middle of a packed restaurant, does NOT care. drunk vi who also loves picking you UP by your ass LMFAO like this bitch really has something to prove: im drunk and im still this strong and you’re soo in love with me haha.
• am i the only one whose knees feel weak at the thought of her chucking me over her shoulder.. no? Okay cool.
• thinking aboutttt lowkey pissed vi just being so fed up with your shit she tosses you over her shoulder like it’s nothing like ‘we’re going home’.
• OR jealous jealous JEALOUSSSSS possessive vi who will toss you over her shoulder when she’s fed up with someone’s shit towards you (as in trying to hit on you or something). full on hand gropping your ass unashamed statement, meanwhile you’re just giggling & exactly where you wanna be. unnamed cat caller has fled the scene.
• thinking about her big ass hands spanning your whole waist <3333333
• she has totally tried to toss you on the bed all sexy like before and you’ve ended up bouncing off and tumbling off the side with the force of her throw 😭😭 this girl was mortified but cackling
• lowkey subby vi who manhandles you in the sense that her big ass fucking galactic arms are WRAPPEEDDD are you in a vice grip and she’s refuses to let you go, moving you where she likes, which is right against her thank you 😊. could be anywhere, earlier in the morning her all whiny and literally refusing to let you go—in a bar, refusing to let you leave the table to go get drinks because she’s half drunk and you’re so pretty and smell so good and she needs you.
• 1000000% you know you’re getting hoisted up into every surface in your house by her.
• kitchen counter is a regular fav although any counter really. you doing your makeup in your morning to leave and vi is all 😣😣😡 so she decides she IS going to have her way and turns your ass around, hoisting you up onto the counter all triumphant and happy now, hands caressing all over your thighs.
• making dinner in the evening for her when she comes home for work & her seeing you, literally watching her melt and turn so gooey and happy and she walks over and just wraps you in the warmesstttttt safest hug and hoists you up so gently onto the kitchen counter mumbling ‘i missed you’ into your shoulder<3333
• the one time she couldn’t contain herself and hoisted you up onto the food plated dinner table and you ended up getting sauce on your favourite jeans and you NEVER have let it go so she’s never done that again ☹️ learned her lessons. sorry mommy submissive ass
• im not even short myself but just imagining her teasing you about not being able to reach stuff instead of just getting it herself, leaning against the doorframe all smug like until instead of getting it herself she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up so you can get it 😫😫 so effortlessly and cocky like ‘mhm i got you princess’.
• OR both of you being absolute short asses and not able to reach shit so that’s always the way you do it 😭😭 the way you HAVE to do it. her lifting you up so you can get it. you’ve gotten so used to it it’s literally just the way you always do it on instinct, so when you do it unthinkingly in a store to get to the top shelf—the worker with the offered ladder standing there like 😯
• vi who, even if you’re in an argument, always grabs you and yanks you into sitting on her lap<3333 she’s your seat no matter WHAT honey
• carries you over puddles always
• literally even the TINEST one you totally could’ve stepped over, she does and you’re like violet 😐 but she’s just cheesing and does not care. loves treating you like a queen because you ARE to her
• you should fucking see this girls face when someone asks why she does all these things for you she’s absolutely flabbergasted like wdym????????????? because i love her so much and that’s my whole world and i would do anything to make her happy????????? and i honestly feel like i should be doing more anyway??????
• vi picking you up in surprise from behind and spinning you around while you’re squealing and giggling 😖😖😖 the grin on her mf face her heart is so full and warm
• one handed carrying you. #soaked. just the way she can SO easily hold you up with one hand on your ass or around your waist or SOMETHING is such a turn on it’s unreal and she knowssssss how much it gets to you this bitch abuses it like hell. fucking CHEAT-CODE.
• idk just something something the both of you going on some sort of outdoorsy trip she’ll def need her hands for so she won’t be able to carry you 😟 thus her refusing to take a backpack so YOU can be her backpack!!!! you piggy backing on her and you have the backpack on your back. playing with her hair and teasing her from behinddddd and she’s all happy and very effortlessly manoeuvring.
Cw! Fingering, semi-public (you’re in cell), prison, uh soft! dom Vi, praise, cum licking
Tldr: You and Vi are prison wives and need to blow off some steam
A/n: My legs are tired as hell, I’ve been bending over a shit ton urgg a girl can’t catch a break…
VI’s hand snakes into your underwear, guards still walking down the halls. “Stay quiet and we don’t get caught, got it?” You nod, the two of you definitely needed to lay off some steam; Vi got her shit rocked in some stupid fight over commissary or something, and you, well, prison life ain’t easy as is. No privacy, garbage food, and in Stillwater, hardly livable conditions depending on what floor the land you in
Her hands are calloused, but they don’t irritate you. It’s comforting in a way, being bunked with someone who was strong, can handle herself. She makes quick work; gently feeling over your wet slit, prodding at your hole before sinking one finger in to start. A noise leaves you, luckily it was a quiet one so she doesn’t scold you.
The two of you grew pretty close together, been stuck together in this cell for some time, only natural you go to each other for certain comforts. Another finger slips in, another noise leaves you but this time you get scolded. “Shh, what did I say?” Vi shushes you quietly. A rough palm covers your mouth; better safe than sorry.
Noises continue to leave you, muffled by her palm, hips moving in tandem with her fingering. You two had a natural rhythm together, her fingers well soaked from your needy cunt. Prison shower sex never cut it, far too public so this was a delicacy. “That’s it, good girl.” Your eyes flutter shut, so soothing despite the fact you guys are incarcerated.
“All mine, yeah?” She whispers to you, picking up the pace, still making you feel that sweet pleasure. You nod, her hand over your mouth still. The idea of anyone else but Vi was lunacy. After all these years, Vi knew every part of you and you every part of Vi. Then those skillful fingers find that dammed sweet spot, rubbing against it tenderly. Your back arches, slightly louder noises muffled against her palm.
She lets you ride it out, waiting for you to slump against her. Pulling her fingers away and licks them clean, your nose wrinkles. “Oh, don’t give me that face; what we eat for mealtime is far more ickier than licking the taste of you off me.” She quips, sticking her tongue out at you before giving you a smooch.
- daddy!vi is a literature professor and mommy!caits a private investigator. your first meeting was not an accident. (stay tuned...)
- they take their roles as mommy and daddy very seriously. they pay for school, take you shopping whenever, trips out illonia and noxus and anywhere else you want to go (though noxus trips are very low profile. very low.)
- you have rules to follow and they let that be known that when you break those rules there will be consequences. not financial ones, never that, theyll still buy you all the pretty things and take you to all the places, but how comfortably you're able to sit with your rewards are entirely up to you.
- well, not always entirely. they really like making you cry. a common example is them telling you you aren't allowed to cum then making you cum anyways just so they can spank your cunt :((
- they also wont let you cum for days (maybe even weeks, they've thought about it but can't commit, unable to keep their hands off of you for long.) just to see your pretty eyes well up with tears when they finally do; they'll spank you raw if they find out you thouching their cunt without permission too :(
- dont get it twisted though, they'll still touch you, but the second your hips start grinding and your whines start getting needier, they pull away until theyre sure they can continue without making you lose complete control. sometimes they'll do whole scenes focused on you and your pretty pussy only to leave you a sweaty quivering mess at the end.
- if theyre feeling extra mean, though, theyll let you cum, but theyll ruin orgasm after orgasm, pulling away at just the right moment and pushing your knees into your chest to watch your cute little pussy spasm and twitch, desperately chasing climax :( but once you're calm again they get back to it.
cait lying between your legs, her tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy while vi's sat behind you cushioned by the pillows. your back is to her chest with your legs hooked over her meaty thighs and her big fingers are rubbing gentle circles over your swollen little clit.
"go 'head baby," vi purrs in your ear. she can feel you resisting. she starts rubbing you faster, then harder, smiling cruelly when you begin to arch into her touch. "cum for mommy 'n daddy."
neither of the older women can but mock your moans and cries as you finally break, and daddys' hand os retreating from your pussy at the same time mommys' tongue leaves you tragically empty, no longer swirling and thrusting into your quivering hole.
you sob at the betrayal of it all. five ruined orgasms tonight.
daddy hooks her big hands under your shaking thighs, spreading you completely open to the both of them. her chin sits in your shoulder, shushing and cooing softly in your ear as you twitch, fat tears rolling down your cheeks
cait grins as she pushes up onto her knees, her lower face is still covered in juices, but neither of them seem to care as her and vi quickly getting lost in a deep, sloppy kiss over your shoulder, moaning over the shared taste of your sweet, syrupy cunt.
she pulls away from vi's kiss bitten lips, humming and glancing down at your soaked pussy.
"well if you can be such a good girl now, surely you'd have no with another?" she asks, but you know theres no option as she slides three of her long, lithe fingers into your swollen cunt. the three of you sigh in unison and you're damn near drooling despite your tears. your cunt elicits a pathetic, disgustingly wet squelch with every thrust of her fingers.
you know it'll bring you no relief in the end, but you can't help but grind in rythm with the slow, agonizing thrusts of her fingers, sinking deep into that headspace to deny them or even try close your legs anymore; letting them do as they please with your pliant body.
- it does'nt help that mommy!cait has a horrible oral fixation. with vi willing to hold you down and open you open so that cait can satisfy her oral fixation; you might as well lie down and spread your legs. like, daddy WILL full nelson you, arms locked around your shoulders and knees, just so mommy can suck on and play with your clit with her tonghe for a bit without you squirming around
- also: daddy!vi loves to watch you and mommy eat pussy, whether that be eachother or her own.
you're lying on her chest, face tucked into her neck with cait behind you, spreading you open and sucking on your spit soaked cunt like its the first time and last time -eager and haughty- while your body cant decide whether ot wants to chase the pleasure or run away.
"fuck- your pussy's so noisy, girl." vi teases from her place beneath you. she grips your ass cheeks, her hold bruising and painful as she spreads your cheeks even further "could listen to that all day."
- daddy!vi is fully aware of how strong her thighs are, and she has no problem with her partners appreciating this about her, but she's convinced that one day shes gonna have to beat you and caitlyn off with an actual stick the way you'd rather have your heads between her thighs than anywhere else.
- mommy!cait is harsher with punishments but daddy!vi is makes (most) of the rules. dont get me wrong vi's still smacking that ass if you misbehave but cait's a whole other level. she'll spank your thighs, ass, cunt, tits, whatever she feels like tbh
running your mouth? daddy'll put on her biggest strap and cait will have you suck until your throats raw, and once thats too much? you still have pussy AND ass. they spend hours stretching you open just to prove a point
vi's not any more innocent though, happy to indulge in cait's punishments if it means she gets to see you taking her biggest dick as deep as you can.
out way past late when they told you to be home in time for dinner? they feed you, give you a nice massage, dote and love on you the same way they will when theyre done wrecking your body, but the trouble starts the second you're all finally in bed.
vi lays at your side, her head propped on her hand, the other between your splayed legs, one of them resting atop hers. she's spreading the lips of your pussy almost uncomfortably wide.
not nearly as uncomfortable as the quick harsh slaps that mommy delivers to your engorged clit, though.
they both notice how hard and swollen your clit is, how every smack get wetter and wetter.
"please- pleasepleaseplease lemme- i can't-," your voice breaks off into another wail. your toes curl painfully and your eyes roll damn near to the back of your skull when vi brings her fingers together, trapping your poor clit between the thick, callused appendages.
"quiet. or you don't cum tonight." mommy says sharply, slapping daddys hand away from squeezing your clit between her fingers. then she huffs pointedly at vi "and you move, im not finished."
vi retreats with a soft offended sound, hand coming up to squeeze and pinch at your soft tits instead.
you're quiet. even when you beg, as you cry about how sore and abused your pussy feels, they know that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in this current moment, especially with the promise of an orgasm.
cait crawls up your other side, her hand sliding down your shaking body to your tender cunt. her finger taps your clit as she pauses to think for a moment, and your hips jerk with every taptaptap on the slick pearl.
"you have five more," she begins, her tapping stoping all together, her hand now resting casually on your sticky mound. she leans in close, her cheek brushing yours before she kisses your cheek sweetly. a heavy contrast to her previous actions. "and if i hear anything other than your counting, followed by 'im sorry, mommy. im sorry, daddy', then we'll start over."
you nod eagerly, chasing her lips when she pulls away to get a better look at your face.
"good," she sighs dreamily, sitting up on her haunches at your side but leaning down to brush her lips against your raised knee. "safeword?"
"peacock." you whisper, nodding but not able to help the laugh you let out at the memory behind the word. the married women are quick to follow in your little bout of giggles, already knowing.
you're cut short when caits hand slithers back beween your legs from her position, looking you in the eye as she spreads your wetness over your pussy with her whole hand.
she does this for a while, rubbing your pussy up and down with the entirety of her hand, constantly stimulating your already sore clit. until your head lulls back into the pillows behind you and your moaning softly.
until you've seeminly forgotten that she was punishing you.
that's when she strikes, her palm coming down on your soaked pussy in one swift motion. your head shoots up off the bed at the sudden sting, a sharp gasp interrupting your blissridden noises.
your hands shoots out instinctively to cover your pussy, but daddy's quicker, gripping both of your wrists and bringing them back up to your chest.
"you know better, pretty. you'll only make this worse for yourself." she tuts quietly, pressing her lips into the shell of your ear, she asks more harshly, "now, what do you say?"
"one," you say, almost breathless from the shock as you blink the tears in your eyes away. "i'm sorry mommy, i'm sorry daddy."
mommy's hand comes down on your pussy almost immediately after you finish your apologiesand they both smile, dangerous and predatory when you choke on a sob and your hips jerk forward, chasing the pain.
- on your first real date with the women they'd taken you to a nature sanctuary, and one of the peacocks had chased the taller woman around for minutes while staff (and vi, naturally) tried to drive the large bird away from her without hurting it. before that you all had used the stoplight system when together.
- daddy!vi who chokes you whilst she fucks you. one big rough hand around your throat and the other pressed harshly into your belly to keep you pinned to the bed, deep, hard strokes in and out of your wet pussy. the only sounds in the room being your pathetic whimpers, her thighs smacking yours and the tell tale sign that daddys about to cum.
or
god- shes fucking into you from behind, bending over you
she knows. she knows she should feel like a dirty old pervert, lusting after the pretty young thing thats somehow become a deciding factor in their lives.
her and her wife, and a young woman who'd wiggled her way into their hearts and the home.
mommy and daddy and their sweet girl :(
but she can't, not when you're clenching on her so hard she can hardly drag her dick out, even with the shameful amount of juices you're leaking onto it.
daddy has her tells as well, eyes half lidded as she tries to hold back what are probably the quietest whimpers from any human ever, her hips faltering when the harness drags againat her clit perfectly. she cums hard, grinding into you roughly as she spills into her boxers.
- mommy!cait who loves when daddy!vi gets subby and pliant too<3
sometimes - she'll have the two of you play with eachothers pussies.
just made to lay on your back with your legs spread, and let daddy touch and rub on your cunt while you do the same to her. those are the times where mommy just likes to watch.
other times, though, she's very much an active participant, instructing you on how to shove daddys' face into your pussy by her hair as she slides the pink haired woman from behind.
it's the perfect view, honestly. vi's fat ass in the air, recoiling and jiggling with every harsh thrust of mommy's hips. her face flushes red with embarassment, almost rivaling her hair for pigment when mommy spanks her ass hard. her ass-cheeks are just about the same, if not worse- the skin red and angry and hotter than hell to touch.
mommy isn't any more put together with her untamed, dark hair sticking to her forehead, dripping sweat. her skin sparkling in the light and her shiny, milky tits bouncing in time with her mean thrusts.
the worst part?
she's about as deep in it as you and daddy are, eyes hazy with lust and adoration as she watches her munch on your cunt, big, muscled back flexing as wrestles with your quivering legs. it's like she's fucking you through vi, and the closer daddy gets to her orgasm the closer you do.
by the time you and vi cum her clits aching so bad she almost says fuck it and makes herself cum using vi's sloppy cunt, rutting her big strap inside the tired woman until she finishes inside the harness.
she waits til the shower instead, pushing you both to your knees on the tile floor so you can pleasure her.
you eat her pussy eagerly, hands massaging her thighs softly in contrast. and vi had somehow ended up kneeling behind her, lifting one of her long legs in the air with her face shoved between her asscheeks.
mommy cait suffers orgasm after orgasm that night, as everytime she opens her mouth to tell the both of you she can't take another she falters. your pouts leave her defenseless, even as you finish up the shower she can't escape as vi holds her legs open and teaches you how to eat her ass properly.
she wakes up with her thighs resting on your shoulders and and vi's mouth on her nipple, the both of you knocked out cold.
mommy and daddy aren't as young as they used to be, though, and professional massages are booked the next day as a result of this.
