coralaze

[coralaze]

Today's dump>>>

[coralaze]

vi x f!reader

a/n: I love how needy vi is. She's so adorable

She was already shaking and you hadn't even touched her yet.

Vi sat on the edge of the bed, thighs spread just slightly, her palms pressed to her knees like she was trying to keep them steady. Her flushed skin glowed in the low, golden light of your bedroom. Hair tousled, chest rising and falling—she was already undone by the anticipation alone.

You stood in front of her in nothing but your harness and a soft, teasing smirk.

“You ready to be good for me, baby?”

Vi nodded, but you tsked, tilting her chin up.

“Use your words.”

Her throat bobbed. “Y-yeah. I wanna be good. I’ll be good for you.”

God, she was so easy to ruin when she let go. All muscle and fire by day, but in your hands? She was so soft, so eager to please.

You pushed her back gently, guiding her to lie flat as you climbed over her. She stared up at you like you were divine, lips parting as you leaned down to kiss her—slow, deep, possessive.

“You’re mine tonight,” you whispered against her lips.

“Always,” she breathed back.

Your hand trailed down her abdomen, fingers teasing her slit until she was dripping. She was already so wet. You dipped two fingers inside and her back arched, a sharp gasp catching in her throat.

“Such a good girl,” you whispered into her neck, your thumb rubbing soft, slow circles on her clit. “So wet for me already.”

Vi whimpered, hips rocking up into your hand. “Please. I need it. I need you.”

You kissed her again, then sat back and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. You let her watch you coat the strap, your strokes slow and teasing, the light catching the sheen of it.

“You’re gonna take all of it, yeah?”

“Yes. I want it so bad.”

You lined yourself up and pressed the tip against her entrance. Her breath caught again. One hand braced against her thigh, the other cupping her cheek, you pushed in slow—inch by inch—until you bottomed out and she let out a strangled moan.

“Fucking hell…” she gasped. “You feel so good—so deep—”

“Shh, baby,” you murmured, brushing your lips over her ear. “Let me fuck you.”

You set a rhythm—deep and steady at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel it. Her legs wrapped around your waist, her nails dug into your back.

You fucked her like you loved her. Like you owned her. And in that moment, you did.

“Taking me so well, baby,” you whispered as you began to move faster. “So good. So fucking good for me.”

She was crying by the time you really picked up the pace. Little gasps, choked moans, her hips rising to meet every thrust. Her eyes were glassy, lips bitten red, hair sticking to her forehead.

You slid a hand between her legs and rubbed tight, fast circles against her clit. Her whole body jolted.

“Come on, Vi. Be good. Let go for me.”

She broke—came hard around you with a strangled moan, thighs clenching, body trembling beneath you. You didn’t stop. Slowed down, just enough to let her ride it out while you kissed her neck, whispered how proud you were of her.

When you finally pulled out, she collapsed into the sheets, dazed and breathless.

You kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

She blinked up at you, a slow smile tugging at her lips.

“Didn’t know I could feel that good…” she whispered.

You pulled her into your arms, held her close, fingers stroking through her damp hair.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

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—ARCANE WOMAN HCS, YOU GRINDING ON THEIR ABS

Vi—

Vi lives for physical tension. One moment you’re straddling her lap after a sparring match, catching your breath—and the next you’re shifting just a little too slowly, grinding down against her abs, pretending it's unintentional.

She smirks immediately, that low rasp in her voice making your stomach flip. “That feel good, sweetheart?" Her hands settle on your hips like second nature.

Her abs tense under you, and you feel every movement as she flexes slightly, just to tease. She's letting you have control—until she doesn’t.

Vi’s not shy. If you keep going, she’ll grip your thighs tighter and lean in, her breath against your neck “If you want something, say it.”

Jinx—

With Jinx, it’s a game. Everything’s play. You might start grinding on her abs during one of her manic energy bursts, and she just laughs—until she realizes you’re serious.

Her whole body goes still, her eyes widening a little before she grins that wicked grin. “Oh? Getting bold now, huh?” She’s impressed.

Her core is deceptively strong from all the climbing and chaos she does—your slow grind makes her breath hitch, and that’s all the encouragement you need.

She giggles through her blush, arms behind her head. “Keep going… let’s see how long I can stay still.”

Caitlyn—

Caitlyn is not used to being teased physically like this, so the moment you straddle her—pretending it’s innocent—and start moving against her toned stomach? She's shook.

Her cheeks flare pink almost immediately, but she doesn’t stop you. Her hands hover at your hips like she doesn’t know if she should push you back or pull you closer.

“You’re being very… bold today, darling.” she says, voice a bit shaky but eyes locked to yours, trying to maintain composure.

Once she regains control, though? She lets her hands drop to your thighs, steadying you. “Is this what you needed?” Her voice lowers—cool and breathy.

Ambessa—

Grinding against Ambessa Medarda is like pressing into a statue of war—pure, unrelenting power. Her body doesn’t move unless she lets it.

You shift in her lap, slow and deliberate, feeling every hard ridge of her core, her arm casually thrown across the back of the couch like she’s entirely unaffected… but her eyes burn.

“Keep going,” she says coolly, voice like smoke. “Let’s see how much you can handle before you beg me to touch you.”

She watches you with a hawk’s intensity—savoring the way your breath stutters and your thighs tighten. She won't move. She doesn't need to move—she owns the room, and soon, she’ll own you too.

Sevika—

You’re sitting on her lap, straddling her, just messing around… until you shift your hips a little too slow. You feel it immediately—how solid and unyielding her core is beneath you. Her metal arm rests lazily on the back of the chair, and her living hand curls around your thigh.

“The hell do you think you’re doin’, princess?” Her tone is low, rough—half warning, half interested. She doesn’t stop you, though. Not ehen close.

You grind a little harder—slow and deliberate—and you feel her abs tighten under you. She’s letting it happen, testing you, eyes locked on yours like a predator watching its prey. A smirk starts curling on her lips.

"You think you’re in control?” she rasps, letting her thumb trace the inside of your thigh. “Keep goin’. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

The grind becomes a power play—you trying to push her, and her just taking it, unmoved and unshaken until she finally growls and grabs your hips, slamming you down harder. “Alright, sweetheart,” she murmurs against your ear, “you asked for it."

[coralaze]

—ARCANE WOMAN STRAPPING YOU HCS

Tw: strap-on sex, size kink, overstimulation, begging, brat taming, ruined orgasms, daddy kink (a lil), marking, hair pulling, filthy talk, power play.

Vi–

Vi wears the harness like it was made for her. Thick, black leather. Buckles tight. And the strap? Heavy. Veiny. Big.

She grins like the devil when you gasp seeing it. “What’s wrong, babe? I thought you liked a challenge.”

She doesn’t ease in — she presses the tip to your entrance, grabs your throat, and whispers, “Take a deep breath.”

Then she thrusts, slow but deep, stretching you until you’re clinging to her biceps and gasping her name like a prayer.

“That’s it,” she grunts, fucking you with steady rhythm. “So fuckin’ tight. Can’t even take all of it, huh?”

Slaps your ass and thrusts harder when you whine. “You’ll learn, sugar. Daddy’s got time.”

You lose count of how many times she makes you come. And she doesn’t stop.

“C’mon. You said you could take it. Let me see you cry.”

Caitlyn–

Caitlyn’s strap is elegant — sleek, deep violet, maybe even monogrammed. Because of course.

She fucks you in front of a mirror. She wants you to watch yourself fall apart.

“Spread wider,” she murmurs, as she lines herself up behind you. “I want to see you take every inch.”

Her thrusts are slow, cruelly precise. She hits your g-spot like she mapped your body.

She wraps her hand around your throat and forces your gaze up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Dripping. Writhing. You’re humiliating yourself for my cock.”

You cry when you come. She kisses your temple and keeps going until your legs shake and give out.

“Oh no, darling,” she purrs, pulling you back up. “You don’t get to lie down yet.”

Sevika–

Sevika wears the thickest strap she can find — and she’ll pin you to the mattress like you owe her rent.

“Face down,” she growls. “Ass up.”

She spits on it before sliding in. You moan. She smirks. “Nasty little slut.”

Sevika doesn’t make love — she fucks. Deep, brutal thrusts that punch the air from your lungs.

Her metal arm grips your hips so hard it leaves marks.

“Scream for me,” she commands, voice rough. “Let the whole block know who’s ruining you.”

You sob. You squirt. You beg.

She laughs. “You’re addicted to this cock, aren’t you?”

When you collapse, she kisses your shoulder and mutters, “Next round’s with the double-ended one. Don’t pass out yet.”

Ambessa Medarda–

Ambessa doesn’t just strap in — she owns it. Gold accents, regal leather, the kind of toy that costs more than your rent.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back. Good.”

She starts slow — lets you beg for it. Trails the tip along your folds until you’re shaking.

“So desperate,” she murmurs. “You’ll behave now, won’t you?”

Then she slides in with one stroke. You scream.

Ambessa fucks you with her hand wrapped in your hair, her voice in your ear.

“You’ll come when I say. Not before.”

She holds you on the edge, makes you earn every orgasm. One eyebrow raised, amused at your pathetic little whimpers.

When you finally break, coming so hard you sob, she smiles and kisses your tears.

“Beautiful,” she whispers. “Now clean it up with your tongue.”

Katarina–

(Adding her, cause i want her)

Kat’s the one who smirks while strapping in — eyes blazing, red hair wild.

“I don’t do soft,” she says, climbing on top of you. “You want this? You take it.”

She rides you first — grinding the strap against your core until you’re soaked and needy, begging for more.

Then she flips you over and fucks you like an enemy. Rough. Fast. Unrelenting.

She chokes you with one hand and slaps your thigh with the other.

“Look at this hole. You were made for my cock.”

She doesn’t stop until you’re drooling into the sheets, barely able to move.

“That’s what I thought,” she mutters, pulling out with a wet pop. “Now lie still. I’m not done yet.”

[coralaze]

—G!P ARCANE WOMAN + COCKWARMING HCS

Vi—

Back alley club scene, you’re in her lap in a VIP booth

You’re in a dim, pulsing undercity bar. Vi’s cock is buried deep in you while the music throbs.

You’re straddling her in the back booth, dress bunched up, hips locked to hers.

She’s relaxed, drink in hand, arm around your waist.

Her mouth is at your ear: “You feel that? You’re mine. Don't move—unless you want everyone to see how needy you are.”

She’ll flex her hips when someone walks by, just to make you gasp.

If you’re good? She’ll make you cum the second you step outside. If not? You’re staying stuffed the whole ride home.

Caitlyn—

Piltover charity gala, you're sitting on her lap in the lounge.

Elegant gown, perfect posture, and you perched demurely on her thigh—except her cock’s inside you, and no one can tell.

She’s calmly chatting with donors while your pussy clenches and leaks around her.

“Don’t forget to smile,” she whispers sweetly, fingers tightening around your waist.

Every so often, she adjusts her seating just a little—making you twitch and bite your lip.

She will not let you cum until the gala ends. But once it’s over?

Backseat of the car. Face in the leather. Absolutely ruined.

Jinx—

On a stolen motorcycle, middle of the night.

You’re straddling her in an alley behind some Zaun rave, her cock buried to the hilt.

Her arms around you as she revs the engine, the vibrations running straight through both of you.

“Bet you won’t last ten blocks, sugar.”

You bounce just slightly, riding the motor’s rumble while she holds your hips down.

She keeps you plugged while speeding through Zaun, your moans lost in the wind.

Parked on a rooftop later, she finally fucks you while fireworks go off behind you both.

Sevika—

Underground poker game, in her lap while she deals cards

No one suspects a thing. You’re on her lap, face calm, heart racing.

Her thick cock’s fully seated inside you under the table, one hand casually stroking your thigh.

“You're gonna sit there and take it like a good girl. Don’t clench. Don’t squirm.”

She’s dealing cards like nothing’s happening—except she keeps whispering filth in your ear, low and raspy.

You leak onto her thigh. She grins. “Better hope no one folds early. I’ll make you pay with that pretty mouth.”

Mel Medarda—

Council chamber, you’re sitting on her lap “taking notes”

Your face looks professional. Your body? Not so much.

You’re full of her elegant length, seated proper on her thigh as she talks politics.

She brushes your hair from your ear and murmurs, “You’ll behave, won’t you? This vote is very important.”

She’ll shift beneath you when you start zoning out, drawing your attention right back to the ache.

If you interrupt the meeting with a sound? She won’t move an inch for hours.

But if you make it through with grace? She’ll fuck you on her desk until your legs give out.

Katarina—

Noxian war meeting, sitting on her lap while generals argue.

Her fingers grip your hips under the table while her cock stretches you wide.

You’re on edge, barely able to breathe, while she doesn’t even flinch.

Occasionally, her voice will drop mid-meeting: “Sit still, pet. You're dripping onto my thigh.”

She wants you humiliated by how desperate you are, but still obedient.

The moment the meeting ends, she shoves you against the stone wall and whispers,

“You did well. Now scream for me.”