You don’t mean for her to notice. You keep your smile small, keep your shoulders tucked in like maybe you’ll take up less space if you fold in enough. But Vi’s not blind.
“You’re doing it again,” she says, tilting her head at you.
“Doing what?” you mumble, pretending to focus on your shoes.
She steps in close, gloved hand cupping your chin, tilting your face back up to hers. Her eyes are sharp, but there’s nothing cruel in them, just that stubborn warmth she always saves for you.
“Shrinking,” she says simply. “Like you’re not allowed to take up room.”
Your throat tightens. You want to tell her she’s wrong, that you’re fine, but the words catch because a part of you knows she’s right. Vi sighs, softer now, and presses her forehead against yours.
“Listen,” she murmurs. “I don’t care what that voice in your head says. You’re worth more than you think. And I don’t want the world to get a smaller version of you. I want all of you. The loud, messy, complicated you.”
Her thumb strokes across your cheekbone, grounding. “So don’t you dare hide from me.”
You breathe in shakily, and she doesn’t push when your eyes sting. She just pulls you into her chest, wrapping you up in her arms like she’s holding the whole world together.
“You don’t have to be sure of yourself yet,” she whispers into your hair.
“I’ll be sure enough for both of us until you are.”
You’re curled in Sevika’s lap, the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling you closer to sleep. Every time she shifts, the creak of leather and the warmth of her body makes you sigh softly, clinging tighter to her shirt.
Her fingers move slow, absent-minded, brushing along your arm, then down your side, tracing lazy paths like she’s sketching you from memory.
“Tired little thing,” she mutters against your hair, her voice low and warm. “Bet you didn’t even notice how heavy your eyes are getting.”
You hum, a weak protest, but she chuckles under her breath. Her hand slips under the blanket she’s thrown over you, broad palm resting heavy on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles that make your muscles melt.
“Relax,” she murmurs. “You don’t have to fight it. Not here. Not with me.”
Your lashes flutter shut. She feels you sag fully into her, your breathing falling into that slow rhythm that tells her you’re finally letting go.
For a long moment, she just watches you, your head tucked under her chin, the faint twitch of your lips like you’re dreaming. Then she exhales, softer than you’ve ever heard her, and presses the gentlest kiss to your temple.
Her arms tighten around you, metal and flesh both steady as steel, and she leans back into the couch. Outside, the world keeps turning, loud and ugly, but here, in her lap, wrapped in her hold, you sleep like nothing could ever touch you.
hiii! I’m kinda new to tumblr, so forgive me if you may have done what i’m about to request, i’m still trying to learn how to navigate this app </3. but can you do a Caitlyn x virgin reader? love your work by the way, i’ve read a lot since discovering you >.<!
Hey hey! I haven't done it yet so.. I did now :)! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy it! I'm so happy you've been enjoying the stories I've written 🤍. I'm looking forward to your opinion!
Just Us Tonight, (NSFW)
Caitlyn x Virgin!Reader
content; First Time, Softdom!Caitlyn, praise, fingering, strap-on usage
You’d told Caitlyn weeks ago. Quietly, a little embarrassed, blurting it out one night over tea; that you’d never been with anyone before.
She’d just smiled, brushing your cheek with her thumb.
“That doesn’t scare me, love. It’s you. That’s all that matters.”
Tonight, you’re sitting on the edge of her bed, the soft amber light from her lamp painting everything gold. Your heart hammers in your chest, not from fear, but from how she’s looking at you. Like you’re something precious.
“You tell me if anything feels too much,” Caitlyn murmurs, stepping between your knees.
“We’ll stop. No questions, no pressure.”
You nod, breathing in her perfume, dizzy with her nearness. “I trust you.”
Her smile softens. “Good girl.”
She kisses you first, slow, deep, patient. Her hands cradling your face like she’s memorizing you. When her tongue brushes yours, you make a soft noise you didn’t mean to, and she swallows it with a low hum.
Her fingers trail down your arms, brushing over your hips, stopping just under the hem of your shirt.
“May I?”
You nod again. She peels it off slowly, eyes roaming appreciatively but without rush. She kisses your shoulder, then your collarbone, then lower, coaxing goosebumps from your skin.
When her hand cups you through your underwear, your breath catches.
“You’re already shaking,” she whispers against your throat. “Let me make you feel good, darling.”
She slips her fingers beneath the fabric, stroking you gently, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your hips twitch. She takes her time, circling your clit in lazy, precise motions until your head falls back, soft moans spilling out freely.
“You’re so warm… so wet for me already,” she murmurs. “You’re perfect.”
You nearly melt when she presses two fingers inside, not deep at first, just enough to feel the stretch. Her pace is slow, her thumb never leaving your clit. She whispers praise into your ear with every shiver you give her.
By the time she eases you back onto the bed, you’re aching for more. She slides between your thighs, gaze locking with yours.
“Still okay?” she checks.
“Yes, Cait… please,” you whisper.
She takes the small bottle of lube from the nightstand, warming it between her hands before slicking up the strap she’d shown you earlier, simple, not intimidating, perfect for a first time.
She settles between your legs, the toy pressing against your entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” she promises, voice low. “Just breathe for me.”
The first push is intense, your walls clench, but her hand cups your cheek, grounding you. Inch by inch, she fills you, kissing you through the stretch until she’s fully inside.
“Doing so well for me,” she praises, her hips starting to move in slow, steady thrusts. Each one brushes deep, her thumb stroking your clit again until pleasure drowns out the edge of discomfort.
It builds faster than you expect, heat curling low, your moans turning into desperate little pleas.
“That’s it, my love,” she whispers, kissing your jaw. “Come for me. Let go.”
And you do, clenching around her, shaking, breathless as she keeps moving through it, drawing out every last wave until you’re limp beneath her.
She pulls out carefully, cleaning you up with a warm cloth, and lies beside you, pulling you against her chest.
“You were perfect,” she murmurs, kissing your hair. “And you’re mine.”
ANOTHER AMAZING FIC THANKS !! How was your day ? 😇
Do you have any projects? Not necessarily for writing/Tumblr, just in general ^-^
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Thank you so much 🐢 !! I always look forward to your messages :). I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner~ My day today was very chill, I hope yours was great as well. Do I have projects, hmm.. Is, going to a different country for vacation a project? If so, yes, I have a project :P !! And for the rest I just want to have fun and relax a bit before the next semester! What about you 🐢?
Hey angel, yes. Read this, worked on it, got horny aaaand now I'm ready to post. 🌟
Nice and Slow, (NSFW)
content; Fem!Reader x Sevika, First Time Using Strap, Soft!dom Vibes
The first time Sevika brought out the strap, your heart raced harder than your hips ever could. (;P)
You lay back on her bed, skin flushed and glistening from the way she’d been working you open, her fingers slow, deliberate, and dripping with confidence. The toy sat snug on her hips now, dark and curved just enough to make your thighs tremble in anticipation.
“You sure?” she asked, voice low and husky, gaze dragging down your body like it was something sacred.
You nodded, chest rising fast.
“Want you. I want all of you.”
She didn’t smirk this time. She smiled, something rarer, something softer. Sevika leaned in to kiss you as her hand moved between your legs, guiding the toy to your entrance. You were soaked, trembling, and her fingers glided easily through the slick mess you’d made.
“Gonna go slow,”
she murmured, rubbing your clit as the strap kissed your folds. “First time’s gotta feel good.”
The stretch was intense but not painful. Just full. She eased in inch by inch, watching every shift in your face, only moving when you whispered “more,” voice thick with need.
“Fuck,” Sevika growled, hips flush to yours. “You feel so good.”
Her strokes started shallow, hips rolling with purpose. The strap hit deep, just right with every movement, and her thumb never left your clit. The wet sounds between your thighs mixed with soft gasps and the quiet groan of Sevika holding herself back.
You whimpered, legs tightening around her waist. “Sevika- please don’t stop-”
“I’m not stopping, baby. You take it so well.”
The orgasm hit hard, your back arching, body shaking as her name spilled from your lips like prayer. She didn’t move until you stopped trembling, and even then, it was to hold you close, press a kiss to your temple, and whisper something tender you barely caught.
It wasn’t long before you wanted more.
Tonight, you were the one on top, knees on either side of her hips, Sevika reclined against the pillows with that lazy, heated gaze that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world.
“You wanna ride me now, huh?” she asked, voice thick, one brow raised.
You nodded, cheeks hot, thighs already trembling with want. Her strap stood tall between you, glistening with lube and anticipation.
Her hands slid up your thighs, gripping your hips. “Take your time. I want to feel every inch of you.”
You reached down to guide the toy to your entrance, already aching and soaked. As you sank down, inch by inch, Sevika held your hips steady, no rushing, no pressure just her, grounding you, making you feel safe in your own pleasure.
“Look at that,” she whispered. “Fuck. So perfect on top of me.”
Once you were fully seated, you paused to catch your breath. The fullness made your walls pulse around the toy, and her hands traced up your sides, stroking gently, thumbs brushing over your skin.
“Go slow,” she murmured. “Make it feel good.”
You started to roll your hips, soft, fluid movements that made both of you groan. Your clit rubbed against the base of the harness with every grind, wetness dripping between your thighs as you rode her slow and steady.
Sevika’s hands never left you. One hand found your lower back, the other slid between your bodies to circle your clit again, her fingers skillful and confident.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, voice deep with restraint. “Fuck yourself on me. Take what you need.”
You whimpered, riding harder now, the pressure building fast, her voice like honey dragging you closer to the edge.
“Gonna come for me?” she asked, eyes locked on yours. “Come on, sweet girl. Let me see you fall apart.”
You cried out, body shaking as your second orgasm tore through you deep, hot, overwhelming. Sevika held you as you slumped forward, hips stuttering, lips pressed against her shoulder as you caught your breath.
She kissed your temple again, stroking your back slowly. “You did so good. Fuck. I could watch you ride me for hours.”
I would looove a fluffy fic of Caitlyn taking care of reader when she’s sick. Your writing is so good! 🥰
I hope you love this Oneshot then! (: Sorry for taking so long. :(
Title: Warm Soup, (SFW)
Oneshot; Caitlyn x sick!reader
content: cozy fluff, enjoy
You didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch, but the tickle in your throat and the ache behind your eyes had started sometime last night. By morning, your body felt like it had been hit by a hovercar and left in the rain.
When Caitlyn knocked gently and let herself in with the spare key, you were a bundled-up mess, lying on the couch with tissues everywhere, a red nose, and the quiet wheeze of someone breathing through half a nostril.
She paused at the sight, setting her coat on the hook and tilting her head with that amused, affectionate smile of hers.
“You look like a very cute marshmallow in distress.”
You groaned, pulling the blanket over your face. “I’m dying. Don’t look at me.”
“Oh? Shall I prepare your eulogy?” She walked over and crouched beside the couch, fingers brushing the blanket down just enough to see your eyes. “Or would you rather I make you tea?”
“…Tea.”
“I thought so.” She leaned forward and kissed your forehead, warm and lingering she hummed softly. “You’re burning up. Why didn’t you call me?”
You sniffled. “Didn’t wanna bug you. You’re busy.”
Her brow furrowed. “Love, I would cancel a council meeting and a riot for you.”
You tried to smile, but it came out more like a wheeze. She kissed your temple anyway.
-
Fifteen minutes later, Caitlyn returned with a tray: herbal tea with honey, a bowl of soup that smelled heavenly, and a cool washcloth folded neatly on the side. She tucked it behind your neck, handed you the tea, and sat beside you on the edge of the couch like a gentle guardian.
“You made soup?” you croaked.
“I did.” She offered you a spoon. “Don’t get used to it. It’s only because I refuse to let you eat those terrible instant noodles when you’re sick.”
You took a sip and moaned softly. “You could fix global conflict with this soup.”
She laughed under her breath, cheeks slightly pink. “Flattery will not get you out of finishing the whole bowl.”
Your head was heavy again, Caitlyn eased behind you on the couch, helping you lean into her chest. Her arms wrapped around you, and her voice was quiet as she stroked your hair.
“You’re safe. Just rest. I’ve got you.”
You mumbled something unintelligible and melted into her arms. The warmth of her, the calm of her voice, the soft lull of her breath at your ear, it all felt like a lullaby you didn’t know you needed.
I really love how you write, because even when it's NSWF, you still pay attention to the characters and their personalities. You're really talented and I hope you will keep your passion for as long as it makes you happy ! Take care 🩷🐢
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turtle anonnn!! I appreciate you sosososo much, you're always so kind to me. I will keep going until I'm out of ink ;).
What if... and hear me out... heavy makeout sessions with Vi in a public bathroom and who knows what might escalate from that
What if... yes. 100% yes! This was such a hot idea I'm literally craving this soso bad. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did creating it.
Keep Quiet, Angel (NSFW)
Oneshot; Vi x Reader
content; make-out session, public, so hot
You barely made it to the bathroom before Vi shoved you inside, slamming the door shut with one heavy boot. She kissed you hard, teeth clashing, tongue pushing into your mouth like she needed you.
Your back hit the sink. Then the wall. Then her body, all muscle and heat and rough hands gripping your thighs like you might float away.
“Fuck,” she muttered against your lips. “You have any idea what you do to me?”
You whimpered, hips already rolling toward her. “Vi- someone might hear.”
She grinned. “Then you better keep that pretty mouth shut.”
Her knee slotted between your legs like it belonged there, and your body reacted, grinding down on instinct, chasing the pressure. You gasped, hands clutching her shoulders.
She didn't stop. Didn't even pretend to play nice. Her hands grabbed your hips and forced you to rock against her thigh, slow and steady.
“Is this what you needed?” she whispered against your jaw, licking up to your ear. “Somewhere filthy? Someplace we might get caught?”
You moaned, low and helpless.
Her thigh flexed under you, rough denim dragging across your soaked center through your clothes. The friction hit perfectly. You moved faster.
Vi groaned. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. You gonna come like this? Just from my leg?”
You nodded, lips parted, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. You were grinding helplessly now, chasing that edge, panting against her throat as she held you tight.
“Come on, baby,” she rasped, kissing you again, sloppy and deep. “Make a mess on me. I want you to.”
It was too much. The pressure, the angle, her voice, her fucking thigh, you broke with a choked cry, body trembling as you came right there, fully clothed, clinging to her like the world was falling apart.
Vi held you through it, whispering soft curses into your skin, lips brushing your jaw.
“Shit,” she said finally, pulling back to look at you. “You’re so hot when you fall apart.”
You couldn’t answer. You just sagged against her, dazed and boneless.
Outside, the bass thumped on.
Inside, her thumb stroked your cheek, still tender despite the chaos. “Round two at my place?”
You stood there, frozen, one hand still wrapped around a half-full mug of tea gone cold. The silence that followed was louder than any apology could’ve been.
And still… you opened the door.
Vi stood there, soaked from the rain, fists clenched in her jacket pockets like she wasn’t sure if she should be here at all. Her hair was wet and messy, and her eyes looked like they hadn’t closed in days.
“Hey,” she said softly, almost broken. “I know I shouldn’t be here.”
You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Not yet.
“I fucked it up. I know I did.” Her voice cracked. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not for one second.”
You should’ve said something cruel. You should’ve slammed the door.
But you didn’t. You stepped aside.
She walked in like she was walking on glass, like she knew how fragile this moment was, how close you still were to telling her to leave. Her eyes flicked to the couch. Then the table. Then you.
“You okay?” she asked, even though she was the one shaking.
You raised an eyebrow. “You really want to ask me that?”
Silence.
“I miss you,” she said quietly.
You swallowed hard. “That doesn’t fix what happened.”
“No. It doesn’t.” Vi took a step closer, slowly. “But maybe this does.”
Her hand cupped your cheek, hesitant, then firm. And then she kissed you, hard, aching, like she couldn’t breathe unless your mouth was on hers. You didn’t pull away. Your body moved before your heart could argue.
You kissed her back with everything you hadn’t said, the anger, the grief, the longing. Clothes hit the floor in a blur, her hands moving over you like muscle memory and apology all wrapped into one. She kissed you down to the couch, her mouth on your neck, collarbone, chest, whispering “I’m sorry” between every breath.
She pulled back, hovering over you, rain still dripping from her lashes. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
And you let her.
She slid her thigh between yours, strong and steady, right where you needed it. The pressure was instant. Your hips bucked on instinct, grinding down hard, and she groaned, voice low and ragged.
“You missed me this bad, huh?” she whispered, hand gripping your waist, pulling you tight against her thigh. “Couldn’t stop thinking about me either?”
You whimpered, grinding helplessly now, your body soaked and needy and buzzing from everything, her voice, her touch, the ache you’d been carrying since she left.
She moved with you; slow at first, dragging your soaked core over the seam of her pants, letting you feel her. “You gonna come like this, baby? Fuck- riding my thigh like you did that night before the fight?”
A broken moan escaped your lips, and her grip tightened.
“That’s it,” she breathed, “grind on me. Take what you need. Use me.”
Her voice cracked on that last word. You didn’t even notice the tears in your eyes until she leaned in and kissed them away, soft, reverent, like she was kissing a bruise.
“I love you,” she said against your mouth. “I never stopped.”
You couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe. Your hips moved faster now, the friction sharper, the pressure maddening. Every drag against her thigh sparking heat through your core. You were already shaking, and she felt it.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect when you fall apart,” she groaned, guiding your rhythm. “You feel that? That build? That’s for me.”
Your climax hit all at once; messy, raw, overwhelming, hips stuttering as you ground against her, clinging to her shirt, her arms, anything. You came with her name on your lips and her lips on your throat, moaning into her shoulder as your whole body trembled.
Vi held you close, whispering praise, pressing kisses into your skin like she couldn’t stop herself.
When you finally collapsed against her, chest heaving, skin hot and wet from sweat and tears and rain, she brushed your hair back gently.
“I’m not letting go again,” she whispered.
You didn’t say anything at first, just reached up and pulled her into another kiss. Slower. Softer. Forgiving.
“I missed you too,” you murmured, and she exhaled like she’d been holding that breath for weeks.
She curled up beside you on the couch, arms wrapped tight around your body, as the rain kept falling outside, but inside, it was finally quiet.
babes, I'm writing a oneshot about Vi x Reader meeting up after a breakup.. I'm just not quite sure if I should make it nsfw or sfw. Could you help me out? ♡
PLEASEEEEE DO SUB CAIT X MASC READER??! i never see it
Hey angel, I took sososo long and I'm sorry :( I made the oneshot extra long to compensate!! Please enjoy 🩷
Don’t Lose Control, Officer (NSFW)
Oneshot; Caitlyn x Reader
content; Submissive Caitlyn x Masc Reader
She looked flawless, as always.
Perfectly polished uniform. Gloves off. Holster still strapped to her thigh. The last golden rays of sunset spilled through the windows of your flat, catching the sharp line of her jaw as she scanned the documents you’d left on the table.
The mission had gone well. No injuries. Quiet for once. But you had noticed, the way her voice had cracked over comms when you were in danger. The way her fingers lingered just a second longer on your arm after the fight. And now? Her stiff posture couldn’t hide the tension humming under her skin.
Caitlyn wasn’t just composed, she relied on control. Poise. Precision.
So it drove her insane when you leaned back on the couch, legs wide, arms loose over the backrest, completely relaxed. Dominant in posture, casual in tone.
“Something bothering you, Cait?” you asked, voice low and easy.
Her gaze flicked to you. “Not at all.”
But her voice betrayed her. A little too tight. Her grip on the paper too firm. Her breath a little too shallow.
You stood up, slow and deliberate. Her eyes followed you. Her body didn’t move, but her lips parted, just barely. You walked toward her, not like a lover, not like a threat, but like something she couldn’t ignore. And when you reached her, you didn’t ask permission.
Your fingers touched the edge of her jaw, guiding her head up gently. Her cheeks were already flushed.
“You’ve been holding yourself so tight all day,” you murmured. “Even now.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but you pressed a thumb to her lips, soft, firm, patient.
“Shh,” you whispered. “Let me help.”
She didn’t move.
“You trust me?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”
You guided her backward, hands warm on her hips, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She looked up at you, unsure, lips parted, proud posture still trying to hold itself together.
You leaned close, whispering just beneath her ear.
“Let me take care of you, Cait.”
Her breath hitched.
You didn’t undress her right away. Instead, you watched. Fingers brushing over the buttons of her shirt, the curve of her waist. You kissed her jaw, then lower; slow, reverent, until her shoulders relaxed beneath your hands.
You pushed her gently to sit on the edge of the bed. She obeyed.
Then you knelt in front of her.
Your hands slid up her thighs, slow and teasing over the fabric, stopping right where the edge of her holster met bare skin. You pressed a kiss there.
“I want to see you fall apart,” you whispered. “You don’t have to hold anything back here.”
She trembled.
You stood again, taking your time, coaxing her further up the bed until she leaned back against the headboard, boots and jacket tossed aside, still mostly dressed, but entirely yours.
You climbed over her slowly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Her chest rose and fell quickly now, breathless, aroused, but silent.
“You’re trying not to moan,” you teased. “You’re still trying to behave.”
“I don’t-” she started, but your thigh pressed between hers and her words caught in her throat.
You rolled your hips just once, applying the perfect amount of pressure. She gasped. There it was.
“You don’t have to be perfect right now, Caitlyn,” you said softly. “You just have to feel.”
Your lips brushed hers, and this time she chased the kiss. You deepened it; slow, filthy, all tongue and heat, as your thigh flexed between her legs. She bucked helplessly.
“Feel how soaked you are already,” you whispered, kissing down her neck, voice rough against her skin. “You want to come like this? Fully clothed, grinding against me like a desperate mess?”
She whimpered.
You guided her hips with one hand, firm and steady. The friction was perfect. Your mouth was at her ear again, coaxing, praising.
“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, mouth brushing the shell of her ear, the hand on her hips still guiding her against the flex of your thigh. “Just like that, baby. That’s it.”
Caitlyn whimpered, breath catching, her body shivering with tension. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her thighs clenching tight around you as her hips moved in small, urgent circles. Each grind dragged friction across the soaked fabric between her legs, catching just right.
“That pressure feel good?” you murmured, tightening your grip on her hips. “You gonna come for me just like this?”
She nodded helplessly, jaw slack, cheeks flushed down to her collarbones.
“Words, Cait,” you said softly. “Come on.”
“I- yes,” she gasped. “I- please, don’t stop-”
You didn’t. You pushed your thigh upward just a little more, and her back arched instinctively, mouth parting in a soft, desperate moan.
“Fuck, look at you,” you groaned. “So desperate to come, humping my leg like a good little mess.”
Your words made her cry out. It was quiet breathy and strained, like she was trying to hold back the noise. Her fingers twisted in the sheets beside her, but her movements grew shakier, more erratic.
“That’s it,” you whispered, slowing your guidance just enough to make her work for it. “Take what you need. Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
She rocked faster, chasing the edge now, totally unguarded. Her thighs trembled around your leg, and her breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps.
“Oh my-” she choked out, “I can’t-”
“Yes, you can,” you coaxed, kissing the corner of her mouth, pressing your thigh up into her perfectly. “You’re right there. Be good and come for me, Caitlyn.”
That broke her.
Her body jolted before she completely unraveled, falling forward into you with a shattered moan. She ground helplessly through it, riding the last waves of pleasure as she trembled, her grip on you frantic and tight.
You held her the whole way down, kissing her temple, brushing her hair back, murmuring sweet nothings as her body slowly settled.
“There you go,” you whispered. “That’s my good girl.”
She buried her face in your neck, chest heaving, skin hot, still clinging to you like she couldn’t quite come back to earth yet.
“...Holy,” she mumbled, voice shaky, completely wrecked.
You smiled, holding her close.
“Worth giving up a little control?”
She didn’t answer, just nodded against your skin, still breathless and pink.
You’re sitting in her lap at her hideout, breath catching every time she shifts against you. Her hands wander, soft but deliberate, tracing patterns on your thighs, slipping under your waistband just to stop at the last second.
“Shy little thing,” she hums against your neck, tongue flicking out. “You want me to touch you here, don’t you?”
She presses right above your clit, just through your clothes, barely enough. You whimper.
But she pulls back with a wicked grin. “Not yet.”
A little later.. ~
Fingers inside, slow and shallow, curling just enough to drive you crazy but never letting you tip over the edge.
“You sound sooo pretty when you beg,” she giggles, licking into your open mouth. “Might keep you like this all night. All twitchy and needy…”
hii.. i had this idea of vi, cait, and reader on a mission.. after the mission, things could get heated between the 3 of them s: ...
I've never written a threesome situation so please bear with me 🩷 !
Collateral Heat (NSFW)
Oneshot; Vi x Caitlyn x Reader
content: Post-Mission Thirst, Poly-Tension
The mission was a mess, smoke still hung in the air, the scent of gunpowder and sweat clinging to your skin. Vi’s knuckles were bloodied. Caitlyn’s braid had come loose. You? You were trying not to shake from the rush.
You'd made it out alive, barely. And now, holed up in a dusty safehouse, adrenaline still buzzing in your veins, it felt like no one could breathe quite right.
Vi dropped her gear with a grunt, pacing. “That was way too close.”
Caitlyn peeled off her gloves, brushing past you as she said calmly, “If you'd waited for my signal-”
Vi scoffed. “You and your signals.”
You didn’t speak. Your pulse was hammering, and not just from the fight. It was the way Caitlyn’s fingers had gripped your wrist mid-firefight. The way Vi had thrown herself in front of you, taking a hit to protect you. The way they both kept glancing at you now, like they knew. Like they felt it too.
“You okay?” Vi asked, voice gentler suddenly. She stepped closer, those sharp eyes softening. “You’re shaking.”
You nodded, but it was a lie.
Caitlyn crossed the room and stood behind you, her hand grazing your waist. “You did well back there,” she murmured, lips close to your ear. “We’re proud of you.”
Something in your stomach flipped.
You looked between them, Vi, panting, pink-cheeked, sweat clinging to her collarbone… and Caitlyn, cool and flushed, her hand now resting on your hip.
“I…” you breathed, unsure what you were asking for. Needing something.
Vi stepped forward, close enough for her breath to hit your lips. “Say it,” she whispered. “Whatever you want. You’ll get it.”
The tension cracked.
Caitlyn’s hand slid higher, fingers brushing the skin beneath your shirt. “You want us?” she asked, voice low and deliberate.
You nodded; a tiny, helpless gesture.
Vi kissed you first. Hard. Desperate. All tongue and teeth, her hands rough at your waist as she pulled you into her. Caitlyn’s lips pressed to your neck from behind, her touch more patient, more precise but no less intense.
They worked in sync, Vi's hands gripping your thighs, lifting you onto the nearby table, Caitlyn tugging your shirt over your head as she whispered, “Let us take care of you.”
Vi ground herself between your legs, smirking at your gasp. “Sensitive, huh?” Her palm dragged over the front of your pants, pressing just hard enough to make you squirm.
“You like that?” Caitlyn breathed, one hand now cupping your breast, her thumb teasing your nipple while her lips brushed your shoulder. “You’re soaked.”
You moaned, caught between them, Vi’s kisses now trailing down your chest, Caitlyn’s hand slipping lower, fingers teasing you over your clothes, rubbing you slow and steady until your hips bucked forward. The pressure, the heat, their eyes on you, it was overwhelming.
“Let go,” Vi growled, sucking a mark into your skin. “Come on, baby. Let us hear you.”
Caitlyn curled her fingers under your waistband, stroking directly against your clit. You cried out, hands gripping their shoulders, body trembling as the pleasure ripped through you in waves; hot, dizzying, and undeniable.
When it was over, they didn’t move far. Vi kissed your temple. Caitlyn held your hand.
“You okay?” Caitlyn whispered, brushing your hair back.
You nodded, dazed. “Yeah. Just… wow.”
Vi smirked, licking her thumb. “Mission definitely accomplished.”
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You were nervous. Sevika could tell, the way your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, how your thighs squeezed together every time her eyes lingered on you a little too long. You’d kissed before (more than kissed) but tonight felt… different.
“I’ve never… y’know.” You looked away, breath caught. “Not all the way.”
She hummed, slow and low. One hand lifted to your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness you didn’t expect from someone so sharp-edged.
“Yeah?” Her voice was calm, firm, soft. “You want it to be me?”
You nodded.
“Then I’ll take care of you.”
Sevika kissed you like it was a promise. Deep, slow, her tongue tracing yours as her hand slipped under your shirt. She moved like she had all the time in the world pulling back to watch your breath hitch, then diving in again, her mouth dragging down your neck, leaving heat and wetness in her wake.
“Tell me if anything feels too much,” she murmured, lifting your shirt. “We stop if you say so. I mean it.”
You whispered a breathy “okay” as her hands slid over your chest, calloused and warm, cupping you like you were something fragile and precious. Her touch was firm, but her lips? Worshipful. She sucked your nipple into her mouth, slow and wet, while her thigh slotted between yours, pressing up just right.
“Feel good, baby?” she murmured against your skin.
You nodded quickly, breath catching in your throat. “So good.”
Her hands moved lower, undoing your pants with practiced ease. You helped her half from nerves, half from aching need until you were bare beneath her, thighs trembling. She pulled away just enough to look at you, her gaze hungry but still gentle.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” she whispered. “You know that?”
You shook your head. She clicked her tongue. “We’ll fix that.”
She kissed you again: deep and possessive. As her fingers slid between your thighs, you gasped at the contact, the first real pressure against where you ached most.
Sevika groaned. “All that for me?”
Your hips lifted, chasing her touch. “Please,” you whispered.
“Yeah, I got you.”
Her fingers were slow, stroking over your folds, circling your clit in firm, steady movements. You moaned, hips twitching under her. She didn’t rush. She watched your every reaction, lips parted, and praised you in a low growl:
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re doin’ so good for me.”
When she slipped one thick finger inside you, your whole body tensed. Not from pain but from fullness, pressure, stretch. Her mouth was at your throat again, kissing, whispering: “Breathe. You’re okay. Just let me in.”
You did. Slowly, melting around her as she pushed deeper, curling her finger just right. You whimpered, and she kissed your cheek.
“Still okay?”
“Mmhmm,” you managed. “Feels good…”
“Yeah?” She added a second finger. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yes- please.”
She built you up gently, patiently, soft circles on your clit, fingers pumping deeper as you got wetter, needier. She rocked her body against yours, guiding you, holding you when your moans turned high and desperate. You were so close, thighs shaking, back arching as she cooed:
“Let go for me, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
You came with a cry, clutching her arm, grinding helplessly against her hand. She kissed you through it, slow and messy, lips brushing yours as you whimpered and trembled in her arms.
When it passed, she pulled you into her chest, holding you close, stroking your hair.
“You were perfect,” she whispered. “Next time, we’ll go slower. Or harder. However you want.”
You smiled, still dazed. “You’re really good at this.”
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