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🌙 Arcane

Vi —

• Bruised Knuckles, Soft Hands

•Bruises and Broken bottles

•Gunpowder Ghosts and Shaking Hands

Jinx —

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Caitlyn —

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Sevika —

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💜 Euphoria

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Maddy Perez —

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Cassie Howard —

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Fezco —

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🩸 The Walking Dead

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Rick Grimes —

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Carl Grimes —

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Negan —

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Rosita Espinosa —

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Maggie Greene —

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🍒 Riverdale

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Veronica Lodge —

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Betty Cooper —

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Jughead Jones —

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📚 Sex Education

Maeve Wiley —

• Bruised Hearts, Better Endings

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⚡ Stranger Things

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Eddie Munson —

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Nancy Wheeler —

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Robin Buckley —

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📝 Upcoming / Planned Fics

• Jinx —blue sparks, golden boy

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[tenaciousnymphinsight]

@arsenysworld @viilovers @jacenradio7 @daydaydayrk420

Jules vaughn x male!reader

Warnings: drug usage, alchohol, blowjob (giving!), sweet, first time 4n4l!, aftercare.

Note: If you don't like this type of one-Shots/stories then don't read it thats why there are my warnings.

Smut kinda rushed!

You never where the type of person who got a lot of attention, didn't even care about having the attention of people which didn't give a fuck about you, your best and closest person was rue bennet, she was there when your parents broke up and you where there when jules came around.

Months passed as jules came around and you three were close, mostly you and jules were the closest which rue was fine by it and even tease you two about it, one day in a party you three where attending, rue told jules that you had the hots for her and she decided to test that theory.

The music blasted your ears as you were sitting on the couch, a joint rested between your fingers which make an effect on you faster than you expected, you noticed jules figure moving thougth the wave of bodies towards you before she softly sit on you, not beside you or close to you but ON you, literally sitting on your lap, the blood of your body rushing everywhere but your head and brain as her body softness and warm was comfortable on your lap

"What a-are you doing?" You ask softly as the breath get caugh on your throat keeping your hands still trying to not touch her thick thighs.

"Nothing~" She says with a teasing smirk forming on her face as she grabs your joint, letting the humes fill her lungs and getting it out before passing it back to you and moving on your lap, trapping you with her thighs on each side of your hips and the same smirk on her face.

Your cheeks start paiting a deep red color as you grab the joint and feel the blood rushing towards your pants "Then why you sitting on me?" You decided to ask bluntily as the weed and alchohol already had make effect

"Hmm maybe cause you like a big teddy bear?" She replaid her face leaning closer to yours and your noises almost touched as you chuckle stupidly

"I'm high i-i can't take this rigth now, ba-jules" You almost said without knowing but thougth you covered it good enough but the wider smirk on jules face told you otherwise

"Then don't, let's go" She says grabbing your hand and getting both up and walking you both down out of the house, the cold air hitting you like a punch and waking you from the high a little

"Where we are going?" You decided to ask as you play softky with her fingers like a little child which make her smile more

"I'm getting you home" She said softly as she grabbed her bike she come with rue and look at you "come on, get on" She says as she waits for you to get behind her, she felt your body behind her, she was taller than you by 1'5 inches and you were a bigger than her, you wrapped your arms around her waist as you let your head rest on her back feeling the cold air and her slowly breathing.

Soon enough you both went to her house instead of yours, she holds your hand softly but tigth while going to her door, opening it and getting you both inside before locking it behind her, when she turned around she was meet with your lips on hers while your hands on her hips as she lets out a suprised yelp and didn't response back to the kiss making you feel like she didn't wanted this, before you could lean back she kiss you back softly while her hands where on your hair.

Soon you two where on her bedroom making out quiet loudly as she softly places you on her lap "Babe we have to be quiet, my dad's home" She warns you as your eyes widen before nodding softly when you felt her skirt riding up and felt her cock against your ass making you grin as you softly grind on her

"F-fuck" You softly said as you never knew jules would be dominant on bed as her hands were on your hips going down to your ass

"Yeah thats what we sre gonna do" She says stupidly as a teasing smirk find it's way to her face, your lips find her neck as you started kissing your way down, your hands soon founded her skirt as you place your hands underneath it hearing some breathlest gasp from jules making you smirk as you take off her panties and let her cock free.

(I was thinking like 3'5 inches but whoever you like)

You let out a gasp as you spit on it while locking eyes with her "Why you didn't told me you had a gun?" You teased as you softly started sucking her off, your rigth hand went to stroke her shaft while your left hand softly pushes her closer to you, jules let out a moan as she felt your warm mouth wrapping around her dick and your hand closing around it.

Jules let out a moan as she sits on her bed before softly taking her cock out of your mouth "get on the bed, baby" she said as she slapped your ass softly "are you clean?" She ask softly as you nod timidly as she let out a low chuckle.

You got on your hands and knees on the bed before your eyes widen as you felt jules tongue in your private part.

Soon jules hard cock was inside you, her hands on your hips as she told you soft reasurring "good boy", "you are tight" or "love you" as you moan and shake a little from the new pleasures.

The room felt too quiet after everything, like the air itself was trying to settle. You were lying on your back, breathing slow, still trying to understand your own body again. Your legs felt heavy, your chest warm, and your thoughts were just… soft, drifting.

Jules noticed before you even said anything. She always did. She slid closer, her hair brushing your shoulder as she leaned in, her voice low and steady.

“Hey… look at me for a sec.”

You turned your head, and she gave you that small smile — the one she only used when she was being real with you, not performing for anyone else. “You’re okay,” she said, thumb brushing the side of your jaw. “You’re doing good.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your body still felt sensitive, not in a bad way, just… new. Different. She could see it in the way your fingers curled slightly against the sheets.

“Does anything hurt?” she asked, softer now. “Tell me honestly.” You shook your head, but your voice came out quiet. “Just… tired. And kinda overwhelmed.”

Jules nodded like she expected that. She pulled the blanket up over your waist, tucking it around you like she was sealing in warmth. Then she lay you on her chest — not pushing, not grabbing, just grounding you.

“First time can feel like that,” she murmured. “Your body’s still catching up. Just breathe with me.” So you did. Slow. In and out. Her breathing matched yours until your shoulders finally dropped.

She shifted closer, her forehead touching your temple. “You did really well,” she whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

Your chest tightened a little at that not in a painful way, just in that way where someone sees you more clearly than you expected. You swallowed. “Thanks for… y’know. Being gentle.”

Jules smiled against your skin. “Of course I was gentle. You trusted me.” Her fingers traced small circles on your back, barely there. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight.”

You let your head rest against hers, the warmth of her body easing the last bit of tension out of you. The room didn’t feel too quiet anymore. It felt safe.

And for the first time since everything happened, you let yourself relax fully — because she was right there, holding you through the after.

[arsenysworld]

Web of Secrets

Cassie Cage x Spider Man reader

Cassie had always prided herself on being able to read people. Growing up as the daughter of Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade meant she’d learned early how to spot bullshit from a mile away. Her dad’s Hollywood charm, her mom’s no-nonsense stare — she’d inherited the best (and worst) of both. So when her boyfriend of six months started acting weird, she noticed immediately.

Y/N was different from anyone she’d ever dated. He wasn’t a cocky Special Forces guy trying to impress her with push-up contests, nor was he some Outworld thug with a death wish. He was sweet, awkward in the most endearing way, and ridiculously smart. They’d met in New York during one of Cassie’s off-duty trips — she was there “liaising” with some shadowy government contacts about potential interdimensional threats. Y/N had literally bumped into her while chasing a runaway hot dog cart (long story). One spilled coffee, one sarcastic joke from her about his “spider-like reflexes,” and somehow they’d ended up grabbing pizza together.

Six months later, they were official. He lived in a tiny apartment in Queens, worked as a freelance photographer and part-time lab assistant, and always had time for her when she was stateside. He made her laugh with his terrible science puns, listened when she vented about the pressure of living up to her parents’ legacy, and never once tried to “handle” her like some fragile princess. He treated her like an equal — a badass sergeant who could kick ass and quote bad action movies in the same breath.

But lately… something was off.

He’d cancel dates at the last minute with vague excuses about “work emergencies.” He’d show up with fresh bruises he blamed on “clumsy lab accidents.” And twice now, when they were out at night, he’d suddenly tense up, mumble something about needing air, and disappear for twenty minutes, only to return looking exhausted but relieved.

Cassie wasn’t stupid. She’d grown up around secrets. Her mom ran Special Forces black ops; her dad had hidden his own Hollywood ego trips for years. So when Y/N bailed on their movie night for the third time in two weeks, she decided enough was enough.

She waited on the rooftop of his building — a habit she’d picked up from years of stakeouts. The New York skyline glittered below, sirens wailing in the distance like a familiar soundtrack. Cassie leaned against the air conditioning unit, arms crossed, wearing her favorite leather jacket over a simple tank top and jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled into a practical ponytail.

“Come on, Parker,” she muttered. “Where are you?”

That’s when she saw it.

A red-and-blue blur swung across the gap between buildings, landing gracefully on the opposite rooftop before webbing away toward a bank alarm screaming a few blocks over. Cassie’s eyes widened. She’d seen enough weird shit in her life — demons, gods, cybernetic ninjas — but a guy in a spider-themed suit flipping through the air like it was nothing? That was new.

She pulled out her phone and zoomed in on the footage from a nearby security feed she… borrowed… access to. The suit was unmistakable. And when the masked figure paused under a streetlight to check on a civilian, the way he moved, the slight hunch of his shoulders when he thought no one was watching — it was Y/N.

Her boyfriend was Spider-Man.

Cassie didn’t freak out. She didn’t call her mom or text Jacqui for backup. She just sat there on the rooftop, processing. Part of her wanted to laugh — of course the sweetest, most normal guy she’d dated turned out to be a secret superhero. The other part felt a sharp sting of betrayal. Why hadn’t he told her? Did he think she couldn’t handle it? That she was just some spoiled celebrity kid who couldn’t keep a secret?

She waited until the sirens died down and the blur swung back toward his apartment. Then she made her move.

Y/N landed quietly on his fire escape, mask half-pulled up as he climbed through the window into his dark living room. He was breathing hard, suit torn at the shoulder from what looked like a nasty claw mark. He winced as he peeled the top half down, revealing fresh bruises blooming across his ribs.

“Another night saving the world, huh?” Cassie’s voice cut through the darkness like a knife.

Y/N spun so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. “Cassie?! How did you— what are you doing here?”

She stepped out from the shadows near his couch, arms still crossed, expression unreadable. “I got tired of waiting for you to show up for movie night. Figured I’d surprise you instead.” Her eyes flicked to the suit, then back to his face. “Surprise.”

He froze, mask dangling from one hand. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man looked like a deer caught in headlights. “I… can explain.”

“Yeah? Start with why my boyfriend has been lying to me for six months.” Her voice was steady, but there was hurt underneath the sergeant tone. “I thought we were past the whole ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Parker. Or should I call you Spider-Man?”

Y/N ran a hand through his messy brown hair, wincing again at the movement. “It’s not like that. I wanted to tell you — God, Cassie, I’ve wanted to tell you since our third date. But this life… it’s dangerous. People who get close to me end up hurt. Or worse. I’ve lost too many already. I couldn’t risk you.”

Cassie stepped closer, her tough exterior cracking just a little. She reached out and gently touched the bruise on his ribs. He didn’t pull away. “You think I can’t handle danger? I’ve fought Shinnok. I’ve led a team against Outworld invaders. My mom trained me to stare down gods, Y/N. You swinging around in spandex stopping bank robbers is… honestly kind of cute compared to that.”

A small, relieved laugh escaped him. “It’s not spandex. It’s a high-tech polymer blend. Aunt May helped with the stitching once.”

She couldn’t help but smile at that — classic Y/N, deflecting with nerd facts even when caught red-handed. “You’re such a dork.”

“I know.” He looked down at her, eyes soft behind the exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Cass. I hated lying. Every time I had to run out, I felt like the worst boyfriend ever. But seeing you laugh, hearing you talk about your team and your family… I didn’t want to drag you into my chaos. You deserve someone normal.”

Cassie cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Normal is overrated. I grew up with a dad who quotes his own movies during fights and a mom who’d rather disarm a bomb than hug me sometimes. I don’t want normal. I want you. The guy who brings me coffee at 3 a.m. after a bad mission, who listens when I rant about not feeling good enough to carry the Cage-Blade name. The guy who makes me feel like I can just be Cassie for a while, not Commander Cage.”

Y/N’s hands settled on her waist, tentative at first, then firmer as he pulled her closer. “You are good enough. You’re incredible. I’ve seen the news clips from your fights — the way you lead your team, the way you crack jokes right before you kick some interdimensional ass. You inspire people, Cass. You inspire me.”

She leaned her forehead against his, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Then stop trying to protect me by shutting me out. We’re a team, remember? Or at least… I thought we were.”

“We are,” he whispered. “If you still want that. After everything.”

Cassie pulled back just enough to look at him properly. The city lights filtering through the window cast soft shadows across his face. He looked vulnerable without the mask — just Peter Parker, the brilliant, clumsy, heroic guy she’d fallen for. “I still want you, web-head. But no more secrets. Not between us. If some green goblin or whatever comes after you, I want in. I’ve got guns, shadow powers, and a mean right hook. We can handle it together.”

Y/N grinned — that bright, boyish smile that always made her stomach do little flips. “You’d really team up with Spider-Man? Your dad would never let me hear the end of it. ‘My daughter’s dating a bug-themed vigilante? Where’s the merchandising deal?’”

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Dad would probably try to cast you in one of his direct-to-video sequels. ‘Spider-Cage: Web of Justice.’ Mom would run a background check so deep you’d think you committed treason.”

“I’ve survived worse than background checks.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “You’re really not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” Cassie admitted, but her tone had softened into something playful. “You owe me like ten make-up dates. And I want the full story — how you got the powers, the suit upgrades, all the embarrassing fails. But… I get it. The secrecy. I’ve got my own classified files I can’t share. Just promise you’ll let me be part of this side of your life too.”

“I promise.” Y/N’s voice was earnest, filled with quiet relief and something deeper. “You make me want to be better, Cassie. Not just Spider-Man saving the day, but… someone who deserves to come home to you.”

Her heart did that annoying fluttery thing again. She’d faced down elder gods without blinking, but this — this quiet, honest moment with him — somehow felt scarier and sweeter all at once.

“Good answer, Parker.” She tilted her head up and kissed him softly. It wasn’t rushed or dramatic like the action movies her dad loved. It was real — warm lips, the faint taste of adrenaline and the city, his hands steady on her back as if anchoring himself after a long night.

When they pulled apart, Cassie smirked. “You know, for a guy who swings from buildings, you’re surprisingly good at the whole romance thing.”

“Years of practice apologizing to Aunt May for coming home late,” he teased, but his eyes were serious. “I love you, Cass. I should’ve said it sooner. Before the mask, before the lies. I love how tough you are, how you never back down, how you make me laugh even when the world feels like it’s ending. You’re my favorite hero.”

Cassie’s cheeks warmed — rare for her. She wasn’t used to being called the hero; usually she was the one cracking jokes to hide how much the weight of expectations crushed her. “I love you too, you big spider-nerd. Even if you do leave web fluid stains on my favorite jacket.”

Y/N winced. “That was one time!”

They moved to the couch, where he finally let her help patch him up. Cassie cleaned the claw mark on his shoulder with careful hands, listening as he opened up — really opened up — about Uncle Ben, the bite, the responsibility that came with great power. She shared her own insecurities: the fear that she’d never measure up to Sonya’s legacy, the pressure of leading the next generation of Earthrealm defenders while still wanting to live her life.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” Y/N said quietly, wincing only a little as she applied antiseptic. “You’re already the person everyone looks up to. Including me.”

“And you don’t have to carry the whole city on your shoulders alone anymore,” she replied, pressing a gentle kiss near the bandage. “We’ve both got teams. Now we’ve got each other too.”

Later that night, they stood together on the rooftop. The wind tugged at Cassie’s ponytail as Y/N — still in the bottom half of his suit, mask off — pointed out different landmarks, explaining some of his more ridiculous fights.

“That building over there? Guy tried to rob it with a mechanical octopus suit. Classic Tuesday.”

Cassie snorted. “Sounds tame compared to fighting a guy who literally controls chaos magic.”

He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his side. “We should do a crossover sometime. Spider-Man and Cassie Cage versus the multiverse.”

“Only if I get top billing,” she shot back, leaning into him. “And you have to wear the suit. It’s growing on me. Kinda hot, actually.”

Y/N’s ears turned pink. “Careful, Cage. Compliments like that might make me swing you around the city for a date.”

“Promise?” Her voice dropped into that cocky, flirtatious tone she inherited from Johnny. But underneath it was real affection — the kind that made her feel safe and excited all at once.

They stayed up there for hours, talking about everything and nothing. Cassie told him stories about the Kombat Kids — Jacqui’s latest tech upgrades, Takeda’s weird visions, Kung Jin’s sarcastic commentary. Y/N shared tales of his own friends: Ned’s endless enthusiasm, MJ’s sharp wit, the quiet moments where being Peter Parker felt heavier than the suit.

As the sky began to lighten toward dawn, Cassie turned to face him fully. “No more running off without a heads-up, okay? If you need backup, call me. I’ve got ways to get to New York fast. And if some villain from my world shows up here… you’re helping me take them down.”

“Deal.” Y/N rested his forehead against hers again, eyes closing for a moment. “Thank you for not freaking out. For giving me another chance.”

“You’re stuck with me now, web-slinger.” She grinned, that bright, confident Cage smile. “We’re in this together. Heroes, secrets, bad guys, and all the pizza we can eat after saving the day.”

He kissed her then — slower this time, deeper, pouring in all the relief and love he’d been holding back. Cassie kissed him back with the same intensity, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. When they broke apart, both a little breathless, she whispered against his lips, “Best secret identity reveal ever.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “Better than Aunt May finding out?”

“Way better. She probably grounded you. I’m rewarding you.”

They eventually made their way back inside, curling up on his small couch under a blanket. Cassie’s head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat — steady now, no longer racing from the fight or the fear of discovery.

For the first time in months, Y/N felt truly light. No more hiding from the girl he loved. Cassie felt the same — the pressure of her legacy didn’t feel quite so heavy when she had someone who saw her as more than Johnny and Sonya’s daughter.

As sleep started to pull at them, Cassie murmured, “Hey, Parker?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time you swing off to fight crime… take me with you. I’ve always wanted to try the web-swinging thing.”

He smiled into her hair. “Only if you promise not to punch the bad guys before I can quip at them.”

“No promises.”

They fell asleep like that — two heroes from very different worlds, tangled together in the quiet after the storm. The city kept moving below, full of threats and chaos, but for tonight, Earthrealm’s sergeant and New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man had found their own little pocket of peace.

And maybe, just maybe, the multiverse was a little brighter because of it.

@jacenradio7 @marveldcfandom @multi-fandom-enjoyer @6rookie-writer0110 @fandomnerd9602 @viilover

[arsenysworld]

Something different

Debra Morgan x Male reader

Romance, drama, smut

Request: @tenaciousnymphinsight

Y/N L/N had been transferred to Miami Metro Homicide only a month ago, fresh from a smaller department up north. Lieutenant LaGuerta had wasted no time pairing him with Detective Debra Morgan for “field training.”

“Show the new guy the ropes, Morgan,” LaGuerta had said. “And try not to scare him off in the first week.”

Debra had rolled her eyes so hard Y/N thought they might fall out. “Great. Babysitting duty. Just what I fucking needed.”

She was exactly as everyone described: loud, foul-mouthed, brilliant, and carrying the weight of being Harry Morgan’s daughter like a loaded gun. Dark hair usually pulled into a messy ponytail, sharp blue eyes that missed nothing, and a temper that could clear a room.

On day one, she dropped a thick folder on Y/N’s desk with a thud. “Alright, Rookie. Listen up. This isn’t some cushy small-town gig. We deal with blood, guts, and assholes who think they’re smarter than us. You fuck up my crime scenes and I’ll personally shove my boot up your ass. Got it?”

Y/N had just smiled calmly. “Got it, Detective Morgan. Teach me.”

She blinked, surprised he didn’t shrink back. Most rookies did.

Over the following weeks, the “tutoring” became routine. Mornings were spent reviewing case files at his desk. Debra would lean over his shoulder, pointing at photos with a pen, her voice a rapid-fire mix of sarcasm and genuine instruction.

“See this blood spatter pattern, Rookie? Arterial spray. Means the vic was alive when the throat got slashed. Don’t just look — think. What does the angle tell you about the killer’s height?”

Y/N listened intently, asking questions that showed he was actually absorbing it. “So if the spray is higher on the wall here, the attacker was probably standing…”

“Exactly,” Debra said, sounding almost impressed. “Not bad for a Rookie.”

By the second week, the tutoring spilled into lunch breaks. They’d grab terrible station coffee and sit outside on the concrete steps, talking about more than just murder. Debra learned Y/N had joined law enforcement after losing a close friend to unsolved violence back home. He wasn’t chasing glory — he wanted to do the job right.

“You’re not some glory-hound prick like half the guys here,” she told him one afternoon, lighting a cigarette. “That’s… refreshing. Most rookies either kiss ass or try to play tough. You just show up and do the work.”

Y/N shrugged, watching the Miami traffic crawl by. “I figured the best way to learn is from someone who actually knows what they’re doing. You’ve closed more cases than anyone else in the unit this year.”

Debra snorted, but her cheeks warmed slightly. She blamed the sun. “Flattery won’t get you out of paperwork, Rookie.”

They started hanging out after shifts too. First it was quick beers at a dive bar near the station — the kind of place where cops went to decompress without tourists. Debra would rant about the latest case, about her brother Dexter being his usual socially awkward self, about how the job never let her switch off.

Y/N listened without interrupting, offering quiet insights or stupid jokes that made her laugh despite herself. One night she told him about growing up with Harry Morgan’s impossible standards.

“Dad always said being a cop wasn’t about being liked — it was about getting shit done,” she said, nursing her second beer. “But sometimes I wonder if I missed the part where you’re supposed to have a life outside the badge.”

“You’ve got one,” Y/N replied, clinking his bottle against hers. “You’re sitting here with a Rookie who’s probably boring you with questions all day. That counts.”

She laughed — a real, unguarded sound. “You’re not boring, Rookie. Annoying sometimes, but not boring.”

By week four, they were texting outside work. Debra would send him photos of ridiculous crime scene evidence with captions like “This asshole tried to hide the body in a fucking kiddie pool. Your thoughts, Rookie?” Y/N would reply with analysis and a meme that made her grin at her phone like an idiot.

She didn’t notice how much she looked forward to those messages. Or how her stomach did a little flip when he brought her coffee exactly the way she liked it — black, two sugars, no bullshit. She told herself it was just because he was a decent partner. Nothing more.

Then came the breakup with Joey Quinn.

It had been messy for months — on again, off again, full of arguments and make-up sex that never fixed anything. The final blow-up happened on a Friday night. Quinn had said something about her “being too much” again, and Debra had told him exactly where he could shove it.

She showed up at the bar the next evening looking wrecked. Eyes puffy, hair messier than usual, shoulders slumped in a way that didn’t suit the tough Detective Morgan everyone knew.

Y/N was already there, having gotten her text: “Bar. Now. Bring alcohol.”

He slid into the booth across from her without a word, setting down a fresh whiskey. “Heard the rumors. You okay?”

Debra downed half the glass in one go. “Fucking Quinn. Said he couldn’t handle my ‘bullshit intensity’ anymore. Like I’m the crazy one for caring about the job. For caring about anything.” Her voice cracked just a little. “I always end up with guys who want the fun parts and bail when it gets real.”

Y/N reached across the table and covered her hand with his. It was warm, steady. “You’re not too much, Deb. You’re passionate. You fight for what’s right even when it’s ugly. That’s rare. Anyone who walks away from that doesn’t deserve you.”

She stared at their joined hands, throat tight. For once, she didn’t pull away with a sarcastic remark. “You always say shit like that, Rookie. Like you actually mean it.”

“I do mean it.”

They stayed at the bar for hours. Debra talked — really talked. About the pressure of living up to her father’s legacy, about feeling like she had to be twice as tough as the men around her just to be taken seriously, about how lonely the job made her sometimes. Y/N listened, sharing pieces of his own past: the friend he’d lost, why he’d become a detective, how he admired the way she never backed down even when the world tried to knock her down.

“You’re a good guy, Y/N,” she said eventually, voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “Most people see the loud mouth and the badge and assume that’s all there is. You… you see more.”

“Because there is more,” he replied quietly. “I see you, Deb. All of you.”

The bar closed. Y/N drove her home in his car, the Miami night humid and heavy around them. At her apartment door, Debra hesitated, keys trembling slightly in her hand.

“You don’t have to come in,” she muttered. “I’m probably shit company tonight. Drunk and pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic,” Y/N said firmly. “And I’m not leaving you alone if you don’t want me to.”

She looked up at him, eyes glassy with emotion and something deeper — something that had been building for weeks without her admitting it. “Fuck it,” she whispered. “Come inside, Rookie.”

The second the door clicked shut, the tension snapped.

Debra turned and kissed him — desperate at first, like she was afraid he’d disappear. Y/N kissed her back just as fiercely, but slower, pouring in all the care he’d been holding back. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing away the remnants of dried tears.

They stumbled toward her bedroom, shedding clothes in a trail behind them. Debra’s hands were eager, tugging his shirt over his head, running over the solid muscle of his chest and shoulders. “God, you feel good,” she breathed between kisses.

Y/N took his time undressing her, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When her bra hit the floor, he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. Debra moaned, arching into him.

“Bed,” she demanded, voice husky.

He laid her down gently on the sheets. Debra looked beautiful like this — flushed, hair spread across the pillow, eyes dark with want. Y/N kissed down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand slid between her thighs. She was already slick, hips bucking as he stroked her slowly, teasingly.

“Fuck, Rookie…” she gasped, one hand fisting the sheets, the other tangling in his hair. “Don’t you dare tease me tonight.”

He didn’t. He moved lower, settling between her legs and replacing his fingers with his tongue. Debra cried out, thighs trembling as he licked and sucked at her clit with focused hunger. Two fingers slid inside her, curling just right until she was writhing.

“Y/N— shit— right there—” She came hard, back bowing off the bed, a string of curses and his name spilling from her lips as pleasure crashed through her.

When she came down, panting, she pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting herself. “Condom. Top drawer. Now.”

Y/N rolled one on quickly. Debra spread her legs wider, wrapping them high around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes locked in the dim light.

“You sure?” he asked, voice rough with restraint.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered, nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you. All of you. Make me forget everything else tonight.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how tight and perfect she felt around him. Debra moaned long and low, head falling back. “Oh god… you’re big. Move, Rookie. Please.”

Y/N started thrusting — deep, steady strokes that built gradually. Debra met every movement, her body rising to match his rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, her breathy moans, and his low groans of pleasure.

“Harder,” she gasped after a while, heels digging into his back. “I can take it.”

He gave her what she asked for, thrusting deeper, faster. One hand slipped between them to circle her clit again. Debra’s second orgasm hit her like a wave, walls clenching around him as she cried out his name. The feeling pushed Y/N over the edge right after her — he buried himself deep, groaning against her neck as he came hard.

They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing ragged. Y/N carefully pulled out, disposed of the condom, then returned to pull her into his arms. Debra curled against his chest immediately, face tucked into the crook of his neck, one leg draped over his.

For once, the loud Detective Morgan was quiet.

“…That was…” she murmured eventually, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I didn’t expect any of this. Not tonight. Not with you.”

Y/N brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead and pressed a gentle kiss there. “I’ve been falling for you for weeks, Deb. Watching you at the station, the way you fight for every case, the way you laugh when you think no one’s looking. I didn’t want to push while you were still tangled up with Quinn. But seeing you hurt tonight… I couldn’t just sit back.”

Debra lifted her head, eyes searching his face. A small, genuine smile — the soft kind she almost never showed at work — curved her lips. “You’re dangerous, Rookie. Saying shit like that. Makes a girl want to keep you around.”

“Good,” he replied, tightening his arms around her. “Because I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to.”

She rested her head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Stay. At least for tonight. Maybe longer.”

“Longer sounds perfect.”

Outside, the Miami night continued — sirens in the distance, palm trees rustling in the breeze. Inside Debra’s apartment, for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she had to be the toughest person in the room. She had someone who saw past the badge and the loud mouth, someone who wanted all of her — intensity, flaws, and all.

Y/N held her close as they drifted toward sleep, his hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles.

“Get some rest, Detective,” he whispered.

Debra smiled against his skin. “Shut up, Rookie.”

But she held him tighter.

@6rookie-writer0110 @jacenradio7 @marveldcfandom @fandomnerd9602 @multi-fandom-enjoyer

[viilovers]

When a new fic?

Hiya! My bad i'm just hyper busy with examns and things happening in my life...i will try to upload new fics...and i'm still open for requests!

[viilovers]

Bruised Hearts, Better Endings

Warnings:Smut, abusiv3 father, fwb, blowjob (r!reciving), fingering, misionary, against wall.

The cigarette between Maeve’s fingers burned low, the ember glowing against the fading light. She stood alone behind the abandoned science block, pink hair messy from the wind, eyes sharp in that way that always made you feel like she was reading the parts of you no one else bothered to look at.

You shouldn’t have been there. Not after last night, not after the shouting, the slammed door, the bruise on your jaw you’d tried to hide with your sleeve.

But Maeve noticed. She always did.

“You look like hell,” she said, flicking ash to the ground. Her voice wasn’t mocking — just tired, like she’d already lived a hundred versions of this conversation.

“Rough morning,” you muttered.

She scoffed. “Try again.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. Her gaze dropped to your jaw, then back to your eyes, and something in her expression tightened — anger, sympathy, something she’d never admit to feeling.

“Did he do that again?” she asked quietly.

You swallowed hard. “Does it matter?”

Maeve stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the faint mix of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to her jacket. Close enough that your heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud.

“It matters to me,” she said.

You hated how much that meant,you hated how easily she could pull the truth out of you. You hated how badly you wanted to lean into her, even though the two of you had agreed, no feelings, no strings, just… whatever this was.

“Y/N,” she murmured, softer now, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m not pretending. I just… don’t want to drag you into my mess.”

Maeve’s lips twitched — not a smile, something sadder. “Newsflash: I’m already in it.”

Her fingers brushed your wrist, barely a touch, but enough to make your pulse jump. Enough to remind you of every blurred night, every whispered promise you both pretended not to remember in the morning.

“Come with me,” she said. “Just for a bit. You look like you need to get out of your head.”

You hesitated, then nodded as her soft hand grips yours not hard but firm as she walks to the old and abandonated bathroom and pushes the door open before you close it behind you.

"What are we doing here?" You ask curious as you look around the empty old science class maeve lets go of your hand even if you could still feel her warmness on you and takes out some gauze and put some water on it

"Come closer, let me take care of that" She says as she points at your broken lip and you couldn't help but get closer as her hands find your cheeks and soon the wet gauze touch your broken lip making you whine a little "Don't be a kid" She says with a teasing smile on her lips.

"It stings" You replay as your hands softly play on her hips as you look up at her eyes, glancing to her lips everynow and there.

"I know it does" She says as she keeps healing it a little before kissing your lips as your breath gets on your throat as you kiss her back, your hands clenching around her hips as you try to get up but she puts you down as her hands find your trousers.

The zipper hissed down. Her cool fingers slipped inside your boxers, wrapping around your hardening length. You sucked in a sharp breath. Her touch was always so deliberate, so confident.

“Fuck, Maeve.”

“That’s the idea,” she whispered, sinking to her knees on the dusty floor. The sight of her there, between your legs, her sharp eyes looking up at you from under her lashes, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to your core.

She didn’t tease. Not at first. One hand gripped the base of your cock, firm and possessive. The other cupped your balls, a gentle, rolling pressure that made your thighs tense. Then her tongue darted out, a pink, wet point that traced a slow, torturous line from root to tip.

You groaned, your head falling back. The sensation was electric. Her tongue was flat and hot, laving a broad, wet stripe up your shaft before circling the swollen head. She focused there, her lips pursing to suck just the tip into the wet heat of her mouth.

She hummed, the vibration traveling through your entire body. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every twitch of your face, every uncontrolled shudder. She loved that. Loved knowing the effect she had.

Then she took you deeper, her mouth was a revelation. Hot, slick, impossibly tight. She moved with a rhythm that was all her own—slow, deep sucks followed by quick, fluttering passes of her tongue along the sensitive underside. Her hand worked in tandem, twisting on the upstroke, her thumb pressing into that frenulum on every pass.

“You taste so good,” she moaned around you, the words muffled and filthy. The sound of it, her voice thick with your cock in her mouth, was almost enough to push you over the edge right then.

You tangled a hand in her hair, not pushing, just holding. The silky strands slipped through your fingers. She picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful suck. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the silent classroom, obscene and perfect. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth, glistening in the slanted light.

She pulled off with a soft, wet pop, her breath coming in quick pants. A string of saliva connected her lips to your glistening cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing.

"Get up, i want to feel you inside" She says with a smile as you soon find a spot between her legs and pushed inside softly.

A low, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as you breached her, the tight, wet heat an electric shock to your system. You sank in slowly, an agonizing, perfect inch at a time, watching her face. Her brows knitted, her lips parted, and a sharp gasp hitched in her throat as you filled her completely.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her head falling back against the pillow for just a second before she snapped it forward again, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare stop.”

You began to move. A slow, deep withdrawal, then a hard, rolling thrust back in. The rhythm was primal, instinctive. Each drive of your hips drew a choked, guttural sound from her. Her nails dug into your shoulders, then raked down your back, the sting a bright counterpoint to the velvet friction surrounding your cock.

You shifted, angling your hips, and her reaction was immediate. Her eyes flew wide. “There,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Right there, oh god, don’t stop hitting that spot, I swear to—”

You did it again. And again. The sound of skin meeting skin, of the bedframe creaking in a steady tempo, of her ragged pants and your own grunts filled the room. You watched her come undone. The clever, guarded, perpetually annoyed Maeve Wiley was dissolving into pure sensation beneath you. It was the most powerful thing you’d ever seen.

Her hands came up, framing your face, then sliding back into your hair, pulling you down. Her kiss was desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. You groaned into her mouth, the sound torn from your chest, a raw vibration against her lips.

Her hands left your hair and slid down, her palms flattening against your pectorals before moving to your throat. Not squeezing, not choking, but holding. Her thumbs pressed into the hollow at the base of your neck, her fingers curling around the sides. It was an anchor, a claim. You are here. With me.

You groaned again, deeper, the sensation of her hands on your throat as you pushed deeper inside her short-circuiting something in your brain. It was vulnerability and power, surrender and domination, all at once. Your thrusts lost their rhythm, becoming frantic, punishing. You were chasing it, chasing that peak for both of you, pistoning into her welcoming heat.

“I’m close,” she panted against your mouth, her words slurred. “I’m so close, don’t you dare finish before I—”

You felt her inner muscles begin to flutter, a delicate, frantic pulsation around your length that rapidly tightened into a vice-like grip. Her whole body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips as the wave hit her. The orgasm ripped through her, making her shudder and convulse, her hands tightening reflexively on your neck for one breathtaking second before going slack.

The sight, the feel of her climax milking you, was your undoing. With a final, deep snarl, you buried yourself to the hilt and came. It was a white-hot rush, a flood of release that seemed to pull from the very marrow of your bones. You pulsed inside her, each jet of cum wringing another tremble from her spent body.

For long moments, there was only the sound of your joint heaving breaths. The world slowly seeped back in. The feel of the cool air on your sweat-slicked skin. The weight of your body on hers. You softened inside her, but made no move to pull out. You couldn’t. Not yet.

You lowered your forehead to hers, both of you damp and breathless. Her eyes, hazy and sated, finally fluttered closed, then opened again. A slow, smug, utterly Maeve smile touched her swollen lips.

“Told you you’d groan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

You huffed a laugh, the movement making you both aware of the intimate, sticky connection you still shared. “You set that up.”

“Of course I did.” She shifted slightly beneath you, wincing at the sensitivity, but her smile didn’t fade. Her hands, which had fallen to the sheets, came up to trace idle patterns on your damp back. “I like the sound. It’s… honest.”

(If i'm begin honest i didn't know how to end this hahaha)

[viilovers]

¡HEAR ME OUT! An fanfic of jinx x male, were jinx can't believe that vi is with an topsider. But she finds an guy who is the stereotype of an topsider: soft, innocent (in terms of the undercity), rich,a little arrogant, and nepo baby. But that's what make him special and for the fun of jinx!

Okay, anon i like that!, i will do it!

[viilovers]

I think it's unfortunate that you refuse to listen to anyone that doesn't agree with you. Vi is one of the few canonically gay characters, most characters do not have established sexualities so it's fair to play around and with how many straight characters exist, it's fair to switch it around because they're not lacking in representation. Changing Vi's (and other queer characters) sexualities is like whitewashing a poc character. It's disrespectful and harmful to do but it's okay to headcanon a white character to be multi racial/ethnic because there's not as much representation and people want to see someone that resembles them. Not every character has to be for men. There are plenty of characters they can read and enjoy media about.

I'm not refusing to listen, the thing is hearing people not agreeing with me, i'm fine with that, i'm not fine with people insulting and thrething a person cause a thougth of what if....nothing else, cause you can be against how i thougth but start insulting me and threathing me, is...kinda crazy.

I am open to hearing people refusing with me not with people insulting me and telling me to kill myself....for a thougth cause...well i didn't do it, rigth? (The vi idea i mean)

[viilovers]

lol to all the people complaining about Vi being written with a man, grow UP. How many years upon years has it been for LGBTQ turning known straight characters into lesbians, bisexuals or gay people? If you guys are going to say that writing a lesbian character as straight/bi is a crime, then so is fantasizing about your faves as anything other than what they are. That should mean that every fic ever written dictating woman x w!reader or man x m!reader is disrespectful and a crime and erasure to who that character actually is. Overall, its not a big deal. Don't like, dont read. Easy as that. Sorry to say but its not gonna be just women that like vi, and it's not fetishizing to write her with a man like some anons like to loosely throw that word around.

Write whatever you want, people are going to find ways to shove their noses into anything that makes them angry or that they refuse to understand.

Thanks

[viilovers]

You just decided those poor men who have a fetish for a character whose sexuality and boundaries are clearly defined (one of the maybe 5 explicit lesbians in the whole media, only one who is in a relationship with another lesbian) are lacking porn, you sat and thought you must make them happy. You are weird as fuck about lesbians. You are weird as fuck about women. Invisigal is right there go project your fetish, your need to make men happy on her.

Unless it's explicitly and clearly told, characters have no sexuality. For Vi, they keep repeating/showing in every fucking way. No, men with fetish for lesbians or these women who sat and thought I should make men happy by serving this lesbian to them deserve nothing.

Like i said it was a fucking idea where Vi has a cock as is dom! Thats what the fuck 'futa' means, i don't have any fetish to make men happy or some shit...it was just an yes and no fucking question which is clearly no....even if there is invisigal, maybe i don't have any ideas with her....If you all tkink im gonna apolagize for what i think.....you are way wrong, i'm not gonna apolagize or say i'm sorry for suggesting something.

I'm not weird about woman or leabians, i'm just saying that insulting or threating a person for making a question about yes or no....it's kinda crazy

[viilovers]

leave lesbians alone or kill yourself

Sooo....i am making this cause i don't find it logical that some 'girls' or 'woman' are proud of themself calling herself a woman, if they get mad about a question where the most selected option is 'no'.

I think i didn't present myself (even if i don't have to), my name is Kylia, (my first language is not emglish, btw) am a woman myself and i am 23 y/o, i think everyone deserves to see/read their likings, even if their likings are lesbian girls that ain't gonna change a thing cause it's not real (the fan fic is not real, not the lgtbq+, cause that's real and i respect it).

Obviously i undestand not every woman like myself, have like brains and know the difference about fanfic and a real thing, getting offended and insult people or telling them to k1ll th3mself, well to me it seems like you need help (with all the respect on the world)

I started doing this fic for everyone to enjoy not just a part of the society, this means i make male reader,female, trans, etc and yes sometimes, i make (male reader x vi) for example (cause i think people won't get offended if they have two brain cells), for think changing vi from lesbian to bisexual to fit a fic is wrong......well how is not wrong to swap a male sexuality (canon) to fit with male reader (for example: Joel miller x male reader, leon. S. Kennedy x male reader, robbert x male reader and more) or how is not wrong to swap a girl canon sexuality to fit their female reader fics? (For example: abby anderson x freader, nancy wheeler x f reader?)

I...I just wanted to make myself and other people happy with things i like doing and if i'm begin honest this type of shit....well it doesn't feel good

See ya!

[viilovers]

with the vi ideas could you make it not futa or make another one that doesn’t have futa

Oh sure i can do that!...futa vi is an idea but not the main one, i am open to all type of request and ideas!

(Just request ideas!)

[viilovers]

Hiya! Ahmm i just saw this pic and thougth about doing a male reader x violet! (I know some people would hate this!)

Soo....my idea basicly was that the male reader is sub while vi is the dom one (maybe a fwb thing), my idea was that maybe VI is the captain of the football team and she is a futa which male reader loves and vi loves how reader is kinda better than most girl she hook up with...

Ahmm this is all....i'm open to ideas and request!

I do the fanfic

yes, and add some aftercare

No, fuck yourself

Voting ended onJan 25

[tenaciousnymphinsight]

Streamer Vi! X F!reader

Warnings:Mommy calling, fingering, strap on, sitting on lap, missionary,

The city lights flickered through the window, casting a warm glow on the apartment's worn but inviting interior. Y/N stepped in, the door clicking shut behind them, the familiar creak of the floorboards a comforting sound after the busy day at work. They kicked off their shoes, the soles of their feet sinking into the plush carpet. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of Violet's stream coming from the living room.

Y/N made their way to the doorway, peeking in to see Violet, her vibrant red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she engaged with her chat. She was in the middle of a playful banter, her voice a melody that filled the room.

'Oh, come on, you guys, I'm not that easy to tame!' she teased, her fingers dancing over her keyboard. Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of exhaustion and arousal. The sight of Violet, so full of life and energy, was always a balm to Y/N's weary soul. They leaned against the doorframe, watching her, their eyes tracing the curve of her back, the way her shirt hugged her waist. Violet's laughter filled the room, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through them, a longing that went beyond the physical. They wanted to be a part of that laughter, to share in that joy. But for now, they contented themselves with watching, with feeling the slow build of desire.

'Alright, chat, I think that's all for tonight!' Violet announced, her voice taking on a playful lilt. 'Remember, I'll be back tomorrow, ready to tame you all again!' The chat erupted in cheers, and Violet laughed, her eyes scanning the screen one last time before she leaned back in her chair, her gaze finally landing on Y/N. 'Hey, you,' she said, her voice softening. 'You're just in time for the best part.' Y/N pushed off from the doorframe, their heart pounding in their chest. They knew what Violet meant, and they couldn't wait to see what the night had in store.

Y/N softly walked inside the room, their footsteps sounding softly on the wooden floor as they approached Violet. They could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that was both comforting and arousing. Y/N sat down on Violet's lap, feeling the softness of her thighs beneath them. Violet's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, pulling them closer, and Y/N could feel the hard line of Violet's belt pressing against their thigh. They ground against her, feeling the slow, delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.

"Is that a gun what I feel?" Y/N asked, a playful grin spreading across their face as they ground onto the strap inside Violet's pants. They could feel the dampness of their own panties and pants, the heat building between their legs. Violet laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

"Maybe," Violet replied, her voice a husky whisper. "But it's not the only thing you'll be feeling tonight."

Y/N leaned in, their lips brushing against Violet's ear. "And what else will I be feeling?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Violet's hands moved to Y/N's hips, guiding them as they continued to grind against her. "You'll feel my hands on your skin, my mouth on yours," she said, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "You'll feel my body against yours, our hearts beating as one."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body aching with need. They could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling like a spring. Violet's hands moved to Y/N's back, unbuttoning their shirt, her fingers tracing the line of their spine. Y/N shivered, their body arching into Violet's touch.

Violet's lips found Y/N's, a soft, gentle kiss that quickly deepened into something more passionate. Y/N's hands moved to Violet's hair, tangling in the soft strands as they kissed, their bodies pressing together. Violet's hands moved to Y/N's pants, unbuttoning them, her fingers dipping inside to touch the dampness between Y/N's legs.

Y/N gasped, their body shuddering at the touch. Violet's fingers moved expertly, stroking and teasing, bringing Y/N to the edge of pleasure. Y/N's hips moved in rhythm with Violet's fingers, their body aching for release.

"Violet," Y/N gasped, their voice barely a whisper. "Please."

Violet's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling Y/N's clit. Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm building, their body aching for release. They could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling like a spring.

"Come for me, Y/N," Violet whispered, her voice a husky command. "Let go."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm crashing over them. They cried out, their body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over them. Violet's fingers continued to stroke them, drawing out their orgasm, their body milking every last drop of pleasure.

Y/N's body collapsed against Violet, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Violet's arms wrapped around them, holding them close. Y/N could feel the beat of Violet's heart, their own heart matching the rhythm.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, their voice barely a whisper.

Violet smiled, her fingers tracing the line of Y/N's jaw. "Anytime, love," she said, her voice soft. "Anytime."

Y/N looked into Violet's eyes, seeing the love and affection reflected back at them. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to explore, so much more to discover. But for now, they were content to just be in Violet's arms, to feel the love and affection that radiated from her.

As the night wore on, Y/N and Violet continued to explore each other's bodies, their love and desire growing with each touch, each kiss. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to come. But for now, they were content to just be in each other's arms, to feel the love and affection that radiated from each other.

Y/N's heart pounded as they approached Violet, their eyes locked onto hers. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the room filled with the soft hum of Violet's computer, the only sound besides their ragged breaths. Violet's eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curved into a playful smile. "You're just in time for the best part," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Y/N's hands trembled as they reached out, tracing the curve of Violet's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. Violet leaned into their touch, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I've been thinking about you all day," Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "About what it would feel like to have you again."

Violet's smile deepened, her hand reaching up to cup Y/N's chin. "I've been thinking about you too," she said, her thumb tracing their lower lip. "And I have something special planned for tonight."

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes flicking to the side. Y/N followed her gaze, their eyes widening as they saw the strap-on dildo lying on the table, its purple silicone glistening under the soft light. "Is that...?" Y/N asked, their voice trailing off.

Violet nodded, her smile turning wicked. "I thought it was time we tried something new," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "Something that would make you feel...cherished."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body responding to the sight of the dildo, their desire building. Violet stood up, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards them. She reached up, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair, pulling their head down for a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, their tongues dancing together, their breaths mingling.

Violet broke away, her eyes dark with desire. "Get on the bed," she commanded, her voice firm. Y/N obeyed, their body tingling with excitement as they lay down on the bed, their eyes never leaving Violet's. She walked over to the table, her hips swaying, her ass accentuated by the tight skirt she wore. She picked up the dildo, her fingers wrapping around the base, her eyes locked onto Y/N's.

She walked back to the bed, her heels clicking against the floor, her hips swaying. She climbed onto the bed, her knees straddling Y/N's hips, her hands on either side of their head. "I want you to call me Mommy," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "While I fuck you with this, I want you to call me Mommy."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body responding to Violet's words, their desire building. "Yes, Mommy," they whispered, their voice filled with need.

Violet smiled, her fingers wrapping around the dildo, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. She positioned herself, the head of the dildo pressing against Y/N's entrance. She pushed in slowly, her eyes never leaving Y/N's, her breath coming in soft pants. "That's it," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Take it all, Mommy's little slut."

Y/N moaned, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their body stretching to accommodate the dildo. Violet moved slowly at first, her hips rocking gently, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "You feel so good, Mommy," Y/N moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "So tight and full."

Violet smiled, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in soft pants. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Take it all. Take it like a good little slut."

Y/N moaned, their body moving in rhythm with Violet's, their hips lifting to meet her thrusts. "Yes, Mommy," they moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "I'm your little slut. Your good little slut."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm building, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. "Yes, Mommy," they moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "I'm coming. I'm coming for you."

Their body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

[superrangerrift]

The love we missed

Violet (VI) x trans! Reader

Warnings: mentions of ab#se and r*p*

You and Violet have meet on prison since you were cell mates and she was kinda your protector...you had a rough childhood since your feminine body and features everyone maked fun of you...punched you to try and 'man you up' but still you were the same girl? It was confusing times and after a bad fight that get with two that were punched killed...you were put in stillwater for years...those years were hell man and girls making fun of you...throwing your food away....using you in your cell and leaving you all naked and beaten up with blood on your face your hair the worst, broken nose and lips all that finished when VI was sent to stillwater and for your luck was sent to your cell the day she walked into your cell she watched you clinch clearly traumatized and looking at her with predatory eyes and scared ones

"I didn't knew I would have a cellmate" Her deep and soft voice says looking in your eyes and sitting on the shity bed made of blocks and letting out a soft chuckle "You aren't a talker,hmm?" She ask as she sighs and look up the ceeling as she watches how you never left your eyes of her and watching her moviments carefully

The next day in the lunch time you walked first and Vi noticed how weird you moved but didn't give it a second thougth before she sits on a table all alone lost in thougths when she heard a loud bump and watched that you were on the floor and the food all over your clothes before a man laughs and step on your back as you groan and felt a kick on your stomach Vi eyes widen as she gets up and throw off her own food of the food holder and hit the man straigth in the face with it before throwing a combo in his face and knocking him out of you and into the floor the moment you felt and watched Vi defending you. You decided to run into the cell and cry.

When Vi walked back into the cell she notices you on the bed with red and puffy eyes and get a little "A-are you okay?" She ask softly as she looks at you and you softly nod before putting your head on her shoulder "I'm...Y/N" You say softly as you stare at the wall "Thank you for protecting me" You say as you felt a tear on your cheek

So this is my first post I hope you all like it (open to ideas and recommendations!!)

[superrangerrift]

Friends...kind off

Jules vaughn x male reader

Warnings:Smut! Sneaky sex, riding, missionary

(Just a warning! Jules is an inch or two bigger than reader...you imagine the size!)

You let out a whimper as you felt jules menty breath on your face as her hair hit your face too...her soft hands holding your clean shaved legs open as you feel the lubricated rubber going in and out of you "Be quiet, be my good girl~" Jules whisper in your ear as you two were on the janitor room and jules dirty talk you and don't stop pressing herself into you as you try to hold your moans "Like begin my good girl~?" She ask as she fully face you and you notice a smirk on her face as you softly nod trying not to moan or whimper as she gets out of you and sit down on the chair "Ride mommy's cock" She says dominant as you gasp and softly walk towards her.

You softly get on her lap as you wrap your arms around her neck and her soft hands find its way to your hips and you slowly lift yourself as she puts her cock teasing your tight hole as you grind on it and smirk at her "What if...I just tease you? And make you cum like this?" You ask with a smile as you keep grinding before she lift her hips and push you down softly entering your hole as you let out a yelp and a moan as jules chuckles

"Wanna get us caught, hmm?" She ask as she softly started guiding you up and down onto her riding her softly...your hands were on top of her big breast for supply as you ride her the rubber hitting all the good spots and your hard cock slapping against her abs everytime you went down onto her "Like this?" You ask softly gasping and letting out some breaths as you look at her "Like that, baby girl~" she says as she moves you a little faster as she groan "Fuckk...I'm close, baby...gonna fill you" She says as she kisses you and moans before you feel her pushing you down onto her as you moan cumming on top of her stomach as you feel the rubber filling you up as she gets out off you and kisses your jaw, neck, neck bone, shoulders and sigh "Fuckk....I...I love you, Y/N"

[viilovers]

Warnings: Vi x Freader! (I wanted to make one for the woman out there too!) Strap on! Sub freader! X dom pit figther vi!, eating out ¡Vi pov!

You knew Vi since you were kids..you always felt something for her...her charismatic smile, how her eyes ligth up when she teaches you the moves vander showed her, how she laughs with mylo, claggor and the others, her phisic and....well bassicly everything about her.

You where walking down to benzo's not knowing that the only person in there was Vi wrapping her hands on the bandage's she usually wears....since she wanted to figth for zaun when you open the door and see Vi pink hair as she wraps her fingers and looks up confused as she watches your form walking in "W-What are you doing here?" Vi ask as she walks closer to you even if you two where the same age but months differents she was a little taller than you "I was gonna buy somethings from benzo...what are YOU doing here?" You ask as you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips "You have to go...now" She says serious...more serious than you ever see her (at least when she isn't around enforcers.)

"What..why?" You ask confused as she was ligthly pushing you trying to get you off the store "Come on, cupcake" She says as she looks at you worried making you frown "What are you doing, Vi?" You ask as you look at her seeing that behind her eyes she had hidden intentions before you two hears steps and then the door opening Vi push you behind her trying to cover you as you two watched Vander and benzo walking in "Vander?" VI asks as she looks at him and Vander hugs her before breaking it "You have a good heart...always remember that" Vander tells her as Benzo looks out the store "They're coming!" He yells as he watches two enforcers coming towards them and then all it's blood.

I let out a yell as i woke up sweety and breathless from the nigthmare before looking around my messy apartment and see empty bottles on the floor and i groan realizing it was just a nigthmare i slam myself on the bed before getting up stumbling around the room before I grab my leather jacket and put it on streaching my body preparing my body to recive hits as i walk out of my apartment i notice the kiraman flag on around the city making me remind all the memories i try to keep off by alchohol or figthing as i walk around the city towards the pit people could look at me and think im angry or something but in reality in my mind there was a lot of memories fyling by and one of them there was....you.....the girl i thougth that die but didn't i chuckle at the memorie when the two of us meet again.

"you ugly or just shy?" I ask as i look at a person wearing a bird's mask before they take it off and my eyes widen looking at the person behind "....Y/N" I say breathless as i get up trying to hug you but couldn't thanks to the handcuffs "you looking good...for a dead person" Your words makes me chuckle "You know i can't die, cupcake~" I say with a smile looking at you.

Back to reality i was in front of the pit i open the door and walk in instantly after walking in i was getting looked with fear, admiration and jealousy as i walk towards the locker room where i usually change to the big nigth...i heard my name begin called out as i walk out and the ligths hit my face and i look at my oponent it was the same guy i break the jaw twice i heard the ding and throw a punch on his face making him stumble and then an uppercut as a crack sound could be hear making me smirk as i knew i break his jaw again before he falls face to the floor and i walk out of the ring before i went to grab the money.

And walk towards my house i notice the door a little opened i frown as i walk inside my guard at max as i walk the small hallway and notice a familiar back cleaning the apartment "Y/N?" I ask looking at the back as you turn around with a smile "Hey Vi...you are hard to detect" You say as i shurg "That was the intention" I say as i walk closer to you "What are you doing here, cupcake?" I ask looking in your eyes as my hand was on your cheek as you lean in "I missed you" Your sincerity took me by suprise as i smile "I missed you too, cupcake" I admit as my heart was bouncing in my chest like a drum as our breaths mixed with eachother as we stare at eachother eyes.

I lean in and take your lips in mines with a smile my hands sliding down to your hips as your wrap around my neck and i lift you into the messy kitchen kissing your neck as you moan and whine and i kiss down your body taking off your pants to the floor with the panties as i kiss your hips and my hands open your thighs with a grip on them i kneel as i look in your eyes with a smile kissing your thighs softly before licking your pussy and hear you moan softly and gasp feeling a hand on top of my hair gripping it softly as i start kissing your pussy lips holding them open starting to lick them before focusing the clit kissing and sucking softly as i hear your soft moans and gasp.

One thigh was on my shoulder as i hold the other with my free hand as i keep eating you "Fuck you are sweet baby...like a cupcake" I say with a smirk as i look up at you and see your pleasured face "Shut it" You say as i giggle before keeping eating you out before i felt your thighs clench against my face and hand as you cum hard on my face "Fuck you taste good baby" I say getting up and kissing your lips with a smile as you taste yourself on my lips.

I pulled you close to me, our breath mingling as I held you against me, intoxicated by what we had shared. “And now,” I smirked, leaning close, resting my forehead against yours "I'm gonna fuck that tigth little pussy of yours" I say kissing your lips faster as i walk to the wardrobe "let me grab the strap, baby girl~" I say kissing your neck as you whine in the place before i move and open a locker and take out a pink long strap on before locking it on my hips and walk towards you with a smirk as i see your hands teasing your pussy.

I grab your hands pushing them up your head as my strap teases your cock "You want it, baby girl?" I say as my breath hit your neck and you whine "I...I need it, Vi, please" You beg as i kiss your neck "that's a good girl" I say as i push the strap inside your pussy and moan as you whine and i feel your nails digging into my shoulder "Fuck! Vi!" You moan as i move my hands grabbing your hips faster keeping you steady as my hips meet yours.

"Thats my good girl, moan no one will hear baby" I whisper in your ear as my hands where on your hips and i keep fucking you hearing your pretty noises and whines and you steady but fast gasps "You close baby?" I ask as my breath hit your neck and i kiss your lips as you nod eager to cum "Come on, cupcake~ cum for me" I say as i slap your firm but nice ass and then i feel your body shaking as you cum deep on the strap "That's it, sweetheart let it all out baby" I say kissing your lips as you gasp and shake a little after that i grab you in bride style as i carry you to the bed with a smile as we cuddle and drift to sleep...together.

(Sooo...ahm this is embarrased cause i notice i had a big! Error i had did the story just like this one but it didn't save i didn't notice and send it thinking it was all but it was only the final so sorry about it!)