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its almost five am and all i can think about is amab pitfighter vi needing her girlfriend to make her feel better after losing a fight

warnings: amab vi, afab reader, established relationship but its not really important, pitfighter vi, vi has a slight praise kink, needy/sub vi, kiiind of soft dom reader, fingering (r receiving), vi is pathetic and finishes too fast, vi's a bit tipsy, petnames, poorly written/rushed smut, vi is so puppy coded, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything!

vi hadn't really planned on coming over tonight. but then again, she didn't really plan on losing either. she showed up at the door to your apartment upset and a bit tipsy, but she needed you, you couldn't blame her.

she was upset about losing and needed to take her frustration out on something, and you were always her favorite (figurative) punching bag. the thought of bending you over and using your tight heat for her own pleasure made her dick twitch underneath her skinny jeans and cheeks flush in embarrassment, even though no one could read her mind.

her fist made contact with the door once again, rapping her knuckles on it a bit more firm than the last time, a whimper almost tore from her throat when the thought of you not even being awake to help her crossed her mind. vi needed you awake, she needed you to take care of her, like you always did.

her foot tapped impatiently on the floor on your doorstep, about to knock a third time when you opened the door. your knuckles curled to rub your eyes, clearly having just woken up, but you were confused when you saw vi. you softened at the expression on her face, mistaking it for distress rather than pure need.

“vi, what's wrong?” you asked softly, not even saying hi, your hands came up to cradle her face as you spoke, “bad day?”

vi almost whined, pressing her cheeks into your hands when she nodded, nudging you backwards into the apartment, “need you, babe… need you so fuckin’ bad,” she all but groaned as her boot kicked the door shut, giving the two of you privacy.

you didn't deny her, you'd never do that. you just let a tiny smirk pull on your lips when you finally caught on, “oh, so that's what this is about, hm? greedy, vi. too greedy.”

the otherwise mean fighter pouted, like, actually pouted. it was comical, really. here she was, dressed in all black and looking like she just stepped out of a twelve year old's emo phase, and she was pouting. this jacked, tough, scary woman you somehow landed, was pouting.

you cooed at her pout, and leaned up to plant a brief kiss on her pouty bottom lip, “you're acting pathetic, baby,” vi chased after your lips when you pulled away, making you giggle at how eager she was.

her hands found their way onto your hips, pulling your hips flush against hers, grinding against your front to let you feel the bulge beneath her pants. your arms circled around her neck, she buried her face in the curve of your neck, pressing her lips against your skin to leave black kiss marks on your skin, “need you.”

one of your hands left her hair and snuck down to her waist, drifting to cup her cock through her jeans, “you need me?”

vi's hips bucked into your palm, her breath stuttering through a whine. her fingers tightened around your hips, blunt nails bit into the exposed skin just underneath the hem of your shirt, “please, let me fuck you.”

a laugh almost rose from your throat, but you stifled it and turned your head, kissing the sharp line of her jaw, “go to my bedroom and take your clothes off, yeah?”

she nodded eagerly, but she didn't fully listen, because she scooped you up and carried you to your room. you squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion, huffed, but you still let her do what she needed.

she tossed you onto your bed with little to no grace, making you bounce on the mattress before you settled back on your sheets. you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as she peeled back every layer of her clothing, tossing them somewhere she didn't care to find out.

the tent beneath her boxers was so much more prominent now with the denim gone, and you couldn't help but stare. you bit down on the plush of your bottom lip, a small smirk pulled at the edges of your mouth. you could feel your wetness pooling in your panties when she made her way back to the bed, nudging your knees apart so she could settle on top of you, her hips pressed against yours.

her brows were pinched together adorably, and the pout hadn't fully faded away, so you kissed her again. she didn't let you pull away this time, only kissed you harder when she felt you try to break the contact.

a small laugh bubbled in your throat at how eager she was, she only whined. vi liked taking care of you, she rarely let herself get needy with you, but she had such a bad day today, so she didn't care. vi's fingers moved to the waistband of your shorts, just barely slipping beneath the fabric as she kissed you. there were black kiss marks all over your skin, it was evident in the way her lips trailed from your mouth to your neck.

vi reached for the hem of your shirt, looked up at you for permission. you just bit back a chuckle at her puppy-dog eyes and nodded your head, lifting up from the mattress to help her take off the article of clothing. she threw it aside, latching onto your right nipple easily, her hand cupping your other tit, tweaking your nipple with her thumb

you let out a soft moan caused by the stimulation, threading one of your hands through her hair, tugging on the black covered strands. vi's teeth grazed your pebbled nipple before swapping to your left tit, her free hand sliding down your stomach, towards your shorts. she didn't pause just under the fabric this time, she cupped your mound through your panties but under your shorts, her middle finger pressing against your clit.

your hips bucked into her hand, the slick underneath your panties starting to seep through the cotton. vi internally beamed at your reactions, pushing your panties to the side so she could touch you directly, the pads of her fingers dragging through your soaked folds.

two of her fingers moved in slow circles on your clit, getting you wetter and wetter mostly for her enjoyment. she pressed her face into the valley between your boobs, leaving soft kisses on the skin of your sternum.

you barely noticed one of her fingers drifting down to push inside you, curling just right to make you moan. your fingers pulled at her hair when she added a second, scissoring them to stretch you out enough. your walls clenched around her fingers and she groaned, her other hand left your chest so she could pull her boxers off. she was just way too impatient.

she was the one who whimpered when her fingers left your body, tugging her boxers off, pouting when they got caught around her ankle. she threw them away once she successfully got them off, doing the same with your shorts and underwear. the force of her tug made your body move down the mattress, you let out a surprised laugh, planting your feet on the bed as to not move anymore.

vi settled between your legs, nudging the mushroom tip of her cock against your folds, dragging her head through your folds to gather your slick. she teased your entrance, you brought your hand to her thigh, letting your nails dig into her skin, “vi… be a good girl and just fuck me, okay?” you cooed, knowing exactly what that specific voice does to her.

she whined at your tone, but nodded her head like an obedient little pup, rolling her hips forward to push her throbbing tip inside you. she buried her face in the crook of your neck when you moaned, moving her hands to grab your waist, her thumbs rubbing over your soft skin.

the pitfighter pushed forward, slowly pushing her hips forward. she held the backs of your thighs, moving them around her waist once she bottomed out. you let out a low moan from her being fully inside you, locking your ankles at the small of her back.

she gave you time to adjust, nuzzling her nose against your collarbone. your head felt a little fuzzy from the feeling of being so full, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to swallow a moan, two of your fingers tapped her shoulder, “okay… you can move, vi.”

your girlfriend barely wasted a second before drawing her hips back, rolling them back into you with a groan muffled against your collarbone. she pinched your skin between her teeth, rocking her body into yours, the force of her thrusts making your body jerk upwards on the mattress.

she was so rough so quickly, it made you dizzy.

“fuck, vi. slow down,” your fingers curled around her arms, grabbing her shoulders from behind. she whimpered, resting her forehead in the curve of your neck, “'m sorry, baby, i can't.”

her pace only increased as she went on, staccato moans and whimpers pouring into the dip of your collarbone, fucking you desperately like it was the only thing that'd make her feel better. you clenched your jaw, eyes rolled back when she hit the spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

vi gasped when your pussy clenched around her, mouthing at one of your breasts. her brows pinched together, focusing all her energy on taking her frustration out on your poor cunt.

you pitied your girlfriend, prioritizing her pleasure over your own. your lips brushed against the shell of her ear, tugging her head up from your breasts by her hair, “you're so good for me, baby. unh- making me feel so good”

vi whimpered at the praise, her fingers digging into your hips so hard you were convinced it'd bruise. she moved her hips a bit faster, already feeling herself get close to the orgasm she's been craving all day.

your breath hitched at the change in pace, your velvety walls squeezing her cock. you moved two of your fingers between the two of you, rubbing your clit in messy circular motions.

her skin slapped against your own obnoxiously, picking your legs up to place your ankles onto her shoulders, folding you in half. the position made you moan loudly, feeling her cock reach deeper than before. you stifled your sounds into her shoulder, feeling her cock throb inside you.

she's just so pathetic. she can never last when she drinks, even a little bit. she pounded into your poor, weeping pussy with a scary fast pace, little red indents forming underneath her fingertips.

she slammed inside you a final time when your pussy clenched around her, burying herself inside you to the hilt, spilling her release inside your womb. vi's forehead pressed against your shoulder, rocking her hips lazily, as if to drive her cum deeper inside you.

you swallowed a scoff at how quickly she finished, deciding to keep it to yourself. she's had a bad day!

you raked your nails along the ink and black paint decorating her back, letting her come down from her high at her own pace. you could feel her cum, warm and nice inside you. she lifted her head back up after a little bit, giving you a quick but messy kiss, “gonna go again,” she mumbled against your lips, you just sighed, spreading your legs a little wider. vi grinned at the sight, gave you another kiss, and started to move her hips again.

you could tell it was gonna be a long, long night until she was satisfied.

okay, i wrote this last night but i fell asleep halfway through writing it. its bad but its the product of horny 4 am thoughts

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mmhh amab vi breeding you when you bother her on her day off

coming over to her apartment early in the morning when all she wants to do is sleep in. you promise you won't bother her, you'll just lay down beside her and leave her to sleep!

but then she wakes up twenty minutes after falling back asleep to you in bed next to her, hips bucking against her muscular thigh. poor girl would be so tired and so angry because you promised you'd let her sleep, and now you've started to rut against her like a bitch in heat.

you're trying so hard to be quiet because you really didn't want to bother her, but you were just so needy and she has absolutely no business being that hot even when she's sleeping. the grey sweatpants she wore just made it worse. you could clearly see the outline of her thick cock and you just wanted her inside you so badly!!!

poor vi just stares at you for a little while after waking up. clenching her jaw from how annoyed she was. but you were needy, and she loved you! she couldn't just kick you out.

so without saying anything to let you know she was awake, she pushed you onto your back and settled on top of you, your legs parted and on either side of her hips. she saw how your eyes widened and fought against the scoff that threatened to come out.

“can't even let me fuckin' sleep for an hour?” your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you immediately apologized, but she just clasped her hand over your mouth, “nah. save it. you're just a needy slut who can't even be patient.”

you let out a soft gasp when she pulled your pants and underwear down in one go, chuckling when she saw your glistening folds, “slut,” she murmured. your eyes traveled down to her cock, which was now semi hard, straining against her grey sweatpants. you reached down to free her cock but she smacked your hands away, pulling them down herself and bending your legs up to your chest, folding you into a mating press.

“you wanted this cock so bad?” vi leaned down so her lips were brushing against the shell of your ear, her voice raspy with sleep, “so take it,” she relished in the moan that tore from your throat as she started to push inside you, groaning when she bottomed out.

she gave you a moment, maybe less, to adjust to her size before she started to ram into you, fucking you into her mattress. your nails clawed at her back, your pussy squeezing her cock rhythmically.

she was mad that you woke her up, but now she was just so hellbent on breeding you. putting you in this position just made her think about how deep she could reach inside you, how easy it'd be to just... knock you up.

maybe she'd save that for another day. but she couldn't lie, she came several times that morning with the intention of getting you nice and round with her kid.

and now, after several rounds and many marks left, you both earned a well deserved nap. you fell asleep on top of vi, her cock still buried inside you, and her cum slowly dribbling out of your abused hole.

just a lil thing keeping me up but i need to be bred and fucked dumb by vi so bad!!!!

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cont.

vi fucking you against the sinks of the club bathroom, her hand clutched at the base of your jaw to force your face up, if only to make you look at your won reflection in the water-stained mirror --

"eyes up, princess -- this is what you wanted, right?" her voice is whiskey-soaked and rough around the edges, her eyes blown dark by want as she groans, her other hand shoved between your legs, fingers working at your sopping cunt.

"v-vi -- i'm -- mmngh --" your voice catches around a silent scream as she tugs her fingers out to pinch at your clit, the sharp shock of pleasure bordering on pain, making your knees nearly buckle out from beneath you. your hip catches painfully on the edge of the sink , but vi's there to catch you, her hand falling away from your jaw to hook around your middle, tugging you back till your nearly pressed in half against the cold tile of the sink.

"fuck -- can't even stand up straight, hm? 's okay though, i've got you, needy little princess -- couldn't even wait till we got home, could you?"

the words trickle out of her, quiet, murmured, almost more to herself than to you, as she continues to stretch your fluttering hole around her dexterous fingers. she coos as you whine, clenching around her as she works three fingers in.

"that's it -- let go for me, pretty girl -- lemme see you lose it, that's a good little slut for me... sweet fuck -- shit, you're so hot -- god --"

she bites back a whine as you shaken loose around her, soaking her hand all the way down to her wrists, the slick of your cum dripping onto the bathroom floor below.

you let out a shaky breath, pressing your forehead to the cool of the sink tiles as vi gingerly pulls her fingers from you. a second later, you hear the tap start to run at the next sink over and you glance over to find vi grinning lopsidedly at you before drying her hand on a piece of paper towel and tossing it away.

she gives your ass a quick pat as she reaches for the bathroom door, pulling it open as a wave of music comes flooding back in. you stumble to your feet, tugging at your damp panties, grimacing at the way they stick to your skin.

vi shoots you an almost sanctimonious grin as she holds the door open for you, eyes dark as she watches you squirm.

"c'mon princess -- let's get you home."

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vi ‘dicking’ you down <3

𖦹 word count: 635

𖦹 warnings: strap usage, dom!vi, sub!reader, rough(ish) sex, tender vi, praise, size(ish) kink?, that’s ab it. my clit wrote this saur… blurb maybe? hehe

Thinking of Vi strapping you down, but how sweet n tender she’d be with it while she drills into you. You’d start off on the bed, missionary so you could adjust to it (and so she could see your face when she first put it in). She’d slide it in, slow and calculated, hiding the fact that she was trying to get it in so deep inside you that she could see it bulging out of your lower tummy. She stared at your face, twisted up in pain and pleasure, biting your lip while your eyes roll back, making the black strap line in between her thighs dampen.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” She’d praise in your ear, her hips slapping against your skin as she starts to rock them, making sure to hit nothing but the spot she knew made your thighs quiver. Although she had good intentions, her sweetness would soon turn primal—her pace picking up the second a whiny moan escaped your lips. Her hand would meet your lower tummy, pressing onto it, making your back arch at the intense sensation, losing sight of the toy as all eight inches disappeared deep inside you.

“You’re—You’re filling me the—fuck!—up!” You’d mew out in between her animalistic thrusts, clinging onto her, greedily pulling her in even closer, clawing up her back as your fingers traced her tattoos. Her pants and grunts are all you could hear as she toyed with your ear, licking and biting, whispering sweet nothings to keep you going.

“I know, poor baby, I know,” Vi murmured, her voice husky and low, her words melting in your ears like honey. “But you can take it, can’t you? I believe in you, baby girl.”

She’d eventually lift you up without warning, too lost in the pleasure to even complain or react, only realizing you’re pressed against the wall once you felt the coldness on your skin. Your legs wrapped around her as her thrusts continued, the shlick noises of your wetness on the toy filling the room, your moans turning into mewls as she damn near reached your cervix. A hiccup escaped your lips, tears dribbling down your face, the intense feeling overtaking you. Vi immediately begun to smother you in kisses, every drop that fell from your eyes immediately disappearing into her lips.

“What is it baby, hm? Look at how well you’re taking me. You should be proud, aren’t you proud?” She’d question, forcing you to look down at your hole being stretched by the second. Your legs felt like jelly as they flopped against her sides, causing her to push them against your chest, completely holding your weight as she fucked into you. “I’ve got you. Being such a good girl for me.”

She’d continue until she felt your hole gripping around the toy, knowing you were close, keeping the same rhythm that was getting you there. Your moans were guttural and desperate, voice straining as she slammed herself inside you. She’d force you to look at her as you felt your orgasm creeping up, staring into her puppy blue eyes as she fucked into your g-spot, making it hard to believe such a sweet being could be this rough with you.

Your grip around her neck suddenly tightened, everything blurring out—her voice, her thrusts, the way her breath hit your skin—and then it hit you all at once. The shockwave of your climax washed over you, thighs quivering and toes curled, moaning out nothing but her name as your pussy clamped up around her, damn near drawing blood as your nails sunk into her back.

“There she is,” Vi started, kissing your lips, slowing down her pace, but not pulling out quite yet. She looked down at the cream coated toy, smirking at the sight as her eyes met yours. “Atta girl, baby.”

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hahahahahahahh bff!vi who promises to teach you how to kiss bc you've never done it before and you're kind of curious but ur also too shy to ask anyone else, but who gets way too carried away and ends up finger-fucking you on the couch bc, i mean, it's all just for funsies right? like... it's not that srs right? except now she can't get the feel of you clenching down around her fingers out of her head, can't get off except for when she pictures you writhing beneath her, moaning her name, your nails digging into her forearm as you beg her to let you cum --

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vi giggling at the sight of you arching your back when she curls her fingers up inside you

“ohh, right there babe? that feel good?”

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butch sucker femme fucker

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thinking of this escape the butch vi fanart. a Lot.

nsfw. fem!reader. roleplaying + rough sex. very light degradation mixed with praise. also inspired by that dbd clip of ghostface and the survivor under him...yeah. penetrative strap-on sex (r!receiving). recorded sex.

wc : 1.954

"come on pretty girl, you said you wanted this, right? so go on and smile for the camera."

like every other story, the erotic memory of your girlfriend pounding you into your carpet actually had a rather sweet beginning.

see, you were a fan of horror movies. slashers, body horror, psychological, just name it and you've probably watched it. most of your friends found it odd, always declining when you'd invite them to catch a late night showing of a new flick.

oh but not your vi. whenever you were absolutely dying to see the hottest new horror in theaters, you knew it'd only take a phone call and playful begging for her to pull up on her motorcycle and whisk you away to the big screen.

you couldn't ask for a girlfriend who understood your passion better. but maybe this time you were...a little too passionate.

it really started when the next big slasher hit theaters, a solid hit with the at first glance simple plot of a psychotic butcher chasing down. a group of college kids who mistakenly stumbled into his shop. everywhere you went people were raving about it, gassing up the style, the characters, the gore, saying it'd be one of the next greats. so of course you wanted to be there opening weekend comfy in a reclining seat with an overpriced popcorn in one hand and a way too big soda in the other.

so of course luck would have it that you randomly fell sick that weekend, stuck in bed with a crazy fever. then the weekend after that a giant storm left you no choice but to cancel your plans, then next week your car had troubles-

safe to say, you were incredibly thankful that theaters quickly gave up on films and sent them to streaming. while you were upset you wouldn't get the full theater experience, when vi recommended an at home movie night date you couldn't pass it up.

and so there you were, snuggled in a comfy pajama set with a bowl of popcorn on your coffee table as you curled up into the side of your butch. you loved the movie, but most of all you loved the killer. a simple yet oh so intimidating design, you admired the bloodied butcher as it dropped a meat cleaver into another unlucky victim.

"jesus, those reviews weren't kidding." vi whispered under her breath, eyes wide and face bright from the colors of the screen.

you gently jabbed your elbow into her side, "aww, don't tell me your scared, baby."

"oh you wish. this movie is great, i've already got my next halloween costume down."

it was...inexplicable, the reaction you had. it was almost like your brain short circuited, rebooting until the only thing you could seen in your mind was vi, your sweet strong and incredibly built girlfriend standing above you in the same costume on screen.

okay, maybe it was explainable - it made you horny. but to be fair, you were shocked at it yourself. you'd heard of some girls thirsting over numerous masked and sinister killers in horror, but you'd never felt any such attraction.

but now your imaging vi in that way, able to see her chasing you down so clearly it makes your heart race.

and of course she noticed, because your love noticed everything about you. her eyes drifted across your face, noticing how your wide eyes were tracked on the screen like it was your job, how you licked and bit your lips and took in stuttered breaths.

and oh, did she revel in it.

she didn't bring it up again until that yearly costume party was creeping around the corner, and she tried not to laugh when you not so suavely suggested that you might as well dress up as the final girl from the movie, for consistency purposes of course.

she also had to hide her smugness seeing your reaction to her stepping out in the costume for the first time. she could see your eyes trailing over her bar arms, the fake (and edible, for reasons) blood decorating her skin and the brown leather apron that stretched across her torso. if she didn't have a plan for you that night, she would have said screw the party and taken you on the couch at the drop of her plastic meat cleaver. but of course, good things come to those who wait.

but waiting doesn't mean behaving. she acted properly during the first few hours of the party, posing for pictures with your mutual friends and taking delight in eating the themed goodies laid out. but it wasn't long until she started to tease, coming up behind you and wrapping you in her arms, biting her lip when she could subtly feel you relaxing in her arms before trying to push yourself back into her.

it got to the point where she just had to take pity on you, with only a few more touches and hidden squeezes bringing out your clinginess as you practically glued yourself to her side, arms wrapped around her bicep as you stared up at her with those eyes you just knew she couldn't resist.

as soon as you stepped into the doorway of your house she was on you, hands squared on your shoulders as she pushed you into the wall behind you, her hips pushing into yours in just the right way that you swore you'd lose your mind.

"oooh, someone's eager huh? y'know, i had a feeling you were always into roleplay, but i couldn't imagine this -"

"vi, c'mon, please. just, j-just -" you whined, half out of arousal and half out of embarrassment at being so.

"just what, huh pretty? tell me what you want and ill give it to you."

you bite your lip, eyes darting to the side as you debated on if you were really ready to go that far. but then one of her gloved hands is coming up to your face, a finger pulling your lip out of your hold. its only when you see her blue eyes zero in on a spot beneath your face that you know she left a trail of the fake blood, both of your breaths hitching in your throats.

"do you...do you still have that camcorder in your closet?"

"oh my god, oh my god, 'h my...god!"

you don't register the woman above you loud laughing at your moans, nor do you pick up on the handheld camera still recording every reaction om your face. all you can focus on is the absolutely debilitating pressure in your cunt, your girlfriend's strap down right splitting you open as she fucks you almost like she hates you. the thought sends a shiver down your spine, drawing out more mewls that are muffled by the plush of your rug when your head plops onto the ground before one of her hands is wrapping in your hair and tugging you up, not wanting to miss even a second of you.

"god damn, who knew i'd get this pretty little slut alll to myself tonight, huh?" she grunts, a yellow glove digging into the dip of your back to make you arch even more for her, to take everything she's giving you.

like you had a choice. not that you really want one, anyway.

"aww, poor baby keeps drifting out of it. maybe i should take pity on her and stop -"

her fake pouting rings in your brain and is followed by her hips slowing down, her strap starting to slip out of you before you thrust yourself back into her, letting out a moan do loud if you weren't so far gone you'd be mortified, but at the moment you cant find it in yourself to care.

"n-no! no no no no please don't stop, 'can take it, promise." you intermittently thrust your hips back as you whine, even looking back and up at her and trying your best at the puppy eyes she seems to always do so well, eager to do anything if it means she'll keep fucking you.

and when you gaze up at her looking like that, big round eyes complemented by ruined makeup, your kissed and bitten tits hanging out of your costume top right in the view of the camera, not to mention the slightest glimpse of her strap peeking out from the end of the curve of your ass, how on earth could she even think of not giving in to you?

most of the time she would drag this out, edge you until you were begging and crying for her just to brush a hand over your thigh. but maybe tonight she'll go easy on you, just because she's feeling nice.

so she sets the camcorder a the perfect angle on the table, grips both of your hips in her palms, and starts to absolutely wreck your world.

she truly cant wait for when she'll be watching this footage back over with you later, how you'll groan and push at her out of embarrassment when you witness just how desperate you are in this moment, meeting each one of her thrusts with a vigor she hasn't yet seen and moaning so loudly she's sure you'll be receiving a message from your landlord in the morning.

and she knows in the future you'll be pestering her too, because just in the crack of the constant plaplaplap! of your hips and the gorgeous ass noises slipping from between your lips she can hear herself, too, strained little grunts and cut off growls of "so perfect, so damn perfect for me," and "takin it so well, god, knew you wouldn't run from this-"

her hand yet again comes up to you, only this time wrapping around your neck to arch you even further back for her to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, cold fake blood smearing over your mouths. it's only when you blink up at her and see her smiling while licking the blood off of her lips that you cum, sight going white as you clamp down so hard on to her strap she struggles to keep fucking you through it as she carries both of you through your shared moments of bliss.

its a sweet silence as you both come down from your highs, your body relaxing into the carpet before she gently slips the toy from inside you and off of her hips, quickly turns off the camcorder and maneuvers you both on to the couch, pulling a blanket over you as you settle into the softness of her chest.

vi is the first to break the silence, pressing a plethora of sweet kisses to your head, "so, how did you like it?"

"ugh, don't make me answer, you already know." you groan, digging your head into her shoulder in a pitiful attempt to escape her teasing.

"cmonnn, wont make fun of you, i promise. i wouldn't mind doing this again, y'know."

"...seriously?"

"hell yeah, that was...a lot more fun than i expected. maybe next time i could...i dont know, chas you through the woods or something. just an idea."

of course you notice just how quickly she came up with the idea, and of course she notices how your breath hitches the same way hers does.

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DEVOTION.

obsessed!vi x reader | just pure smut, emotional vulnerability, yearning, and obsession. (mdni ♡) wc: 1681

contains: worship kink, strap-on use (r!receiving), vi refers to her strap as her dick, oral sex (r!receiving), cockwarming, just vi being very pussydrunk.

a/n: sorry guys I’m just too obsessed with pathetic vi </3

Enjoy ♡

The room was quiet, lit only by the dying orange glow of the streetlight outside the window.

The air was thick— sweet, heavy with the scent of your cherry perfume.

Vi stood in the doorway like a storm barely restrained-lean muscles taut, fists flexing like she was holding herself back from touching you too soon.

"You don't know," she murmured, voice hoarse, "what you do to me."

She crossed the room slowly, boots quiet against the worn floorboards, her gaze never leaving yours.

There was something reverent in her stare—like she wasn't looking at a person, but something sacred. Something she'd kneel for.

When her fingers brushed your waist, it wasn't rough, despite the power in her frame. It was tender. Careful. As if you might break under her touch—or worse— vanish.

Her hands skimmed lower, curling at the hem of your skirt, dragging it up slowly—revealing the delicate stretch of your thighs.

And then she saw them.

Pink.

The softest, sweetest little pink panties, clinging to your pussy like a prayer, a wet spot forming on the center.

Vi's breath hitched sharply.

She traced a single calloused fingertip along the lace edge, barely daring to touch.

"Pink," she whispered to herself, her voice husky with need. "Of course. Sweetest color. Sweetest fucking girl."

You whimpered, thighs twitching slightly under the weight of her stare.

Vi sank to her knees before you, worshipping you without even touching you yet.

She hooked her fingers gently into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down-slow as death, slow as devotion.

She didn't say anything at first. Just looked-eyes dark, almost in awe.

"You're so pretty," she breathed, voice raw and breaking.

And then she kissed you. Not your mouth. Not yet.

Your thighs. The hollow of your hips. The soft skin just above your aching cunt.

She kissed you like you were a prayer she'd spent her whole life learning by heart.

You whimpered again, hand threading through her messy hair.

"Vi..." you whispered, a half-moan leaving your lips. Voice shaking with need and something else—something fragile.

That snapped her last thread of control. She groaned low in her throat, desperate, and dug her tongue into your soaking wet cunt without hesitation.

She devoured you—messy, starved, frantic. The sounds were filthy—wet, obscene, echoing through the quiet room.

"God, baby," she gasped against your folds, "your pussy's so fucking sweet. Could stay buried in you forever, fuck— m'gonna get you so ready for my dick-"

"Oh— fuck." You sighed out. "Fuck me— please. Fuck me." you whined in desperation.

You felt it then—her trembling.

Her whole body shuddered as she mouthed at you, hands gripping your thighs like you were the only thing anchoring her to the world.

Your hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently, pulling her up until her flushed face hovered over yours.

"Baby.." you whispered, your voice full of soft concern through the haze of pleasure. "You're trembling."

Vi's chest heaved, breath broken against your lips. Her pupils were blown wide, eyes wild, as if she barely recognized herself anymore.

She looked wrecked.

"Can't—“ she choked out, voice thick and shaking, "can't help it. You make me feel so much—pretty thing—pretty fuckin' thing— mine, all mine."

She collapsed against you, pressing her forehead into your stomach, voice cracking into desperate, messy, beautifully vulgar worship.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you," she babbled, trembling harder now, "your pussy's heaven, you're heaven—you're the sweetest thing l've ever tasted, you're perfect, you're fuckin' mine-"

You cupped her face, coaxing her to look at you again, your thumbs stroking her damp cheeks.

"I'm right here," you whispered against her skin. "I'm yours. It's okay, baby. Let go. I've got you."

That was it.

That was all it took.

Vi let out a choked sob of relief and crashed her mouth to yours—kissing you like a drowning woman clinging to the surface.

She shoved her strap against you—thick, hard, already slick with your arousal—grinding it along your soaked folds until you gasped into her mouth.

"Tell me you're mine again," she begged into your neck, voice wrecked, hands gripping your hips like she could mold you into her.

"Please— you're mine, right? Mine to worship. Mine to fucking love."

You wrapped your arms around her back, nails dragging down her shoulder blades.

"I'm yours," you whispered into her ear. "All yours, Vi."

She whimpered —whimpered— a broken, desperate sound, and pushed inside you with a slow, aching thrust.

"Can't stop—won't stop—gonna stay inside 'til you're leakin' down my thighs, fuck—“ she whispered. Slurring on her words and sounding so fucking pussydrunk.

She fucked you slow, deep, her trembling body pouring everything into every filthy, reverent motion-whispering broken prayers into your skin.

"You're perfect, perfect, sweetest thing, made for me—fuck—so fucking good, baby—“

Your nails bit into her skin, your body arching into her. Every thrust, every wet sound, every tremble, every gasping, messy confession from her lips sent you spiraling higher.

"Soaking f'me—you're so good to me, baby—‘s all for me, right?" she slurred, voice wrecked against your ear.

You nodded frantically, whimpering, tears brimming at the edges of your lashes.

"A-All of me, Vi—“ you gasped, clinging to her like you'd drown without her—“everything I am—it's all yours. I promise."

Vi groaned like you'd torn the last piece of sanity from her, pounding her dick harder and deeper inside you, her hands fisting the sheets around your head like she needed to anchor herself to you—or else she'd fucking fall apart.

When you finally came—clenching tight around her, crying out her name like it was sacred—Vi came undone right with you. Her hips still slowly grinding against you.

Tears in her eyes.

Lips pressed to your throat.

Her whole body shaking with the force of how deeply she loved you.

And even after the pleasure shattered into pieces, she stayed wrapped around you—still trembling, still murmuring half—senseless things against your skin.

Still worshipping you like you were the only salvation she'd ever found.

And the world was slow to return.

The room was heavy with the scent of sex—slick heat, sweet musk, the overwhelming perfume of you still clinging to Vi's trembling body.

She collapsed against you, forehead pressed to your shoulder, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her whole body was shaking—small, uncontrollable tremors running through her as she clutched you like a lifeline.

You ran your hands down her bare, flexing back, soothing her with slow, careful strokes.

"Baby," you whispered against her hairline, your own voice still wrecked with aftershocks. "...What was that about?"

Vi shuddered against you. She tried to answer—tried to find words—but all that came out was a broken whimper, her mouth pressing desperately to the side of your neck like she needed your pulse to survive.

"You were shaking so bad," you murmured, rocking her gently in your arms, feeling the slick mess between your thighs-the sticky, dripping proof of how thoroughly she had worshipped you.

"You're still shaking."

Vi pulled back just enough to look at you, and the sight broke something open in your chest.

Her face was flushed, slicked with sweat and the lingering wetness of your pussy around her lips. Her pupils were still blown wide, drowning in black. She looked fucked out, wrecked, starved for you even now.

Her voice cracked when she finally managed to speak.

"Couldn't stop," she whispered hoarsely. "Couldn't stop touching you, tasting you. You're—“

She swallowed hard, hand finding yours and bringing it to her heart, where it thundered violently against her ribs.

"You're everything," she rasped. "You smell like heaven, taste like a fuckin' dream... your pretty little cunt... dripping for me, soaking my face... it's all I see when I close my eyes."

You exhaled shakily, overwhelmed by the rawness, the violence of her tenderness.

"I thought I broke you," you whispered, a faint giggle spilled from your lips, brushing her sweaty hair back from her forehead. She laughed—a broken, soft sound—and nuzzled into your palm.

"You did," she said. "You broke me. Ruined me. Made me yours."

You pulled her into a kiss—slow, messy, lingering—you moaned into her mouth while tasting yourself on her tongue, feeling the quiet, desperate way she clung to you like she'd never let go.

When you finally pulled back, you brushed your fingers lightly over her hip, where her strap was still buried deep inside you, hot and unmoving.

You shifted your hips slightly and gasped softly at the feeling—thick, full, the girthy silicone pressing deep against your tender walls.

Vi groaned low in her throat at the tiny movement, her arms tightening around you like a vice.

"Baby," you whispered against her lips, "Fuck— you wanna pull out now?"

Vi shook her head fiercely, voice trembling with need.

"No," she breathed. "No. Fuck no. I wanna stay inside you. Wanna feel you clenching around me. Stay buried in your lovely pussy all fuckin' night."

You whimpered at the filthy desperation in her voice, at the way her strap twitched inside you like it could feel every flutter of your sensitive, pulsing hole.

"You're still so wet," Vi muttered, almost delirious, her forehead dropping against yours. "So warm. So perfect. Feels like you're suckin' me in, princess. Like your pussy knows it's mine."

You kissed her again—gentle, worshipful—rolling your hips just a tiny bit so the strap ground slow and deep inside you, your swollen, dripping folds clenching around it like you never wanted to let her go either.

Vi moaned brokenly into your mouth, her whole body melting into yours.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whimpered against her lips.

"You can ruin yourself on me all you want, Vi."

Vi whimpered again—wrecked by your words—and pressed herself closer, trembling in your arms, the slick heat between your legs sticky and beautifully shameful between you.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself believe it.

That you were hers.

That you wanted to be worshipped like this.

That you were never, ever going to leave her.

Critcism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

[peachtvs]

𖥔 𝐕𝐈 (𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄) 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ the only way you can convince her to take a proper bath is by telling her you'll get in with her

⊹ you were being a brat so vi decides to tease you

⊹ vi loves the way your pussy feels against hers

⊹ she’d eat pussy like it's the last meal on earth. every. single. time.

⊹ when you've been such a good girl and she treats you as such

⊹ she bought you knew panties specifically so she can eat you out whenever she wants

⊹ vi letting you use her like the pillow you hump whenever she's not around

⊹ morning sex with vi cause she's an absolute animal and can't keep her hands off you

⊹ you're incapable of being alone together because all you want to do is grind your pretty pussy on hers

⊹ vi making you feel so good that you have to thank her after

⊹ finding vi like this when you come home because you were away for far too long and she missed you

[peachtvs]

Opposites Attract

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: College AU. Jock Vi x Class President Reader

Words: 5366 (not including text messages)

Synopsis: As the star of the football team, Vi Lanes can't risk her reputation by associating with the nerdy Class President. It won't stop her fucking you, though.

Warnings: Vi is kinda mean, alcohol (college party), top!Vi, bottom!reader, teasing from peers, spanking, mild choking, bondage/wrist restraint, edging and ruined orgasm, pussy slapping, fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (Vi and r! receiving), strap on (r! receiving), reference to strap as cock, hair pulling, name calling, Vi wipes her fingers 👀 on your face, smidgen of aftercare

Notes: I know nothing about American football, so neither does Reader! I've also never written college AUs before and yet this is the second one in a week 😂

Vi Lanes had beer running down her throat, upside down and weightless, as the crowd around her chanted like she was a goddamn legend.

She dropped down from the keg stand, wiping her mouth with the back of her bandaged hand to a round of cheers and someone slapping her on the back hard enough to knock her forward. She grinned, flushed and victorious, and took a dramatic bow.

And that’s when she saw you.

The Class President. In the chaos of a keg party.

Across the room, you chatted with Mel in the hallway, laughing genuinely, holding a can of premixed Cosmo.

Oh, this was too good.

“What she doing here?” she asked Jayce beside her.

He groaned. “Vi, you may not like her, but other people do! She’s CP, for fuck’s sake, a good one too!”

“Be right back,” she muttered, a small sway to her steps.

She cut across the living room, dodging a couple making out near the coat rack. You hadn’t seen her yet, too busy being charming and composed in the middle of this trainwreck.

Vi drawled your name, coming to a stop next to you and Mel. “Didn’t think you knew how to party without a sign-up sheet.”

You turned your head, your eyes doing a full, deliberate examination of her tank top, ripped jeans, and boots, and then came back up to rest on her face.

“I’m surprised you’re still upright,” you replied smoothly.

Vi smirked. “Aww, you worried about me?”

“Just don’t want any accidents,” you said. “Lots of paperwork and PR when college students end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning.”

“You think one little keg stand is gonna put me in the hospital? Cupcake, I’m offended.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Is this you trying to flirt with me?”

Vi tilted her head. “Trying?”

Neither of you noticed Mel slipping away with a grin on her face.

You gave her a tired look, but she didn’t miss the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Why you here?” she asked. “Figured you’d be home…Alphabetising colour-coded spreadsheets or somethin’.”

You glared, stiffening a little. “I was invited,” you folded your arms. “I might leave soon anyway. Always got loads of work to do.”

Vi stepped just a bit closer, bracing her forearm against the wall next to your head. “Need a ride?”

You frowned. “You’re drunk, you can’t drive.”

“Not drunk, sugar, I can handle my shit.”

“Still wouldn’t pass a breathalyser. My house is only a few minutes away, anyway; I walked over.”

Vi looked down at your feet. “In those heels? Damn, Cupcake, you’re tough.”

You smiled back as you wiggled your toes. “I swapped out my flats when I got here.”

She regarded your feet in your heels. “Well, what do you say we head back to yours and you put those heels on my shoulders?”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

She smirked back. “First time with a girl?”

“No.”

“Great. Shall we get going then?”

You regarded her closely. “You're serious?”

“Deadass, baby.”

“This isn’t a joke?"

“No joke.”

“We’re going back to my house, together?”

“Yup.”

“To do what?”

Vi smirked. “I got a few ideas. Want me to tell you all of ‘em?”

You blushed. Why not? Violet Lanes might be a dick, but you only live once, and you couldn’t deny how hot she was. “Okay. Let’s go.”

She put her arm around your waist, escorting you to the door. She pushed aside the couple still making out by the coat rack, handing you your coat and mesh bag with spare flats, and pulled on her own leather jacket.

As Vi opened the front door and ushered you out, Jayce and Mel watched you leave. With a groan, he pulled out his wallet, took out a $10 bill, slapping it into her hand.

She smiled back, tucking it into her bra. “It's only taken them two years.”

Vi practically fell into the armchair opposite Jayce and Mel as they sat curled up on the sofa in their shared house. “Sup,” she greeted.

They both grinned at Vi, who was oblivious as she cracked open the tab of her drink.

“Hey,” Jayce greeted. “How are you feeling after last night?”

Vi swigged her drink as memories of you flooded her brain. The sounds you made as she fucked you with her fingers, her name spilling from your lips like a prayer; the smell and feel of your perfect pussy on her face, your soft, warm thighs clamped around her head; the sight of you on your knees in front of her, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes as you ate her out. It definitely hadn’t been your first time eating cunt. Her clit throbbed as she remembered how many times you’d made each other cum. She thought she got you to eight screaming orgasms before you almost passed out on your bed.

She cleared her throat. “Yeah. Yeah, good.”

“Just good?” Mel asked, teasing somewhat. She’d been texting you since the night before, just checking in, but you hadn’t read her messages until only an hour before (something unheard of for you), saying you were exhausted after the party and had slept all morning.

Vi frowned. She looked at Mel closely. “I’m fine. Why?”

“No, no reason,” she evaded, still a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jayce covered a laugh with a cough. “What happened to you at the party? I couldn’t find you anywhere, it wasn’t even late.”

Vi shifted nervously. “Yeah…No…I just got bored, decided to head home early.”

He nodded along, still stifling a smirk. “Alone?”

Her eyes widened. How could he know? She hadn’t told anyone, and she was sure you wouldn’t. You didn’t seem like the kind to kiss and tell, that was why she took you home in the first place. You were hot, sure, in your little skirts and nerdy glasses, carrying those little folders everywhere, but you were still the Class President. She was on the football team – practically college royalty – she was going to be famous one day. She couldn’t risk her reputation with you. But you were hot, and she’d been horny for you since freshman year, so she'd figured what damage could one night do?

“I gotta go. See you around.”

Practice on Monday morning was great, it was good for Vi to clear her head after obsessing over you the whole weekend. She’d avoided Jayce and Mel the whole time, running out of the house first thing in the morning before class, just in case they tried to talk to her at breakfast.

The college’s gym for the group training session afterwards was when it started.

“Hey, Lanes!” one of her teammates called. “Hell of a party for you on Friday, huh?”

Vi looked up from adjusting the bandages on her wrists. “What?”

“Yeah, the CP. You two get it on, or did she just recite the college rules all night?” he snickered, some others joining in.

“Section 8, sub-section 12 – oh god, yes, yes!” one of the players moaned loudly.

Vi clenched her fists and shook her head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously? You leave a party with our Class President and we’re not allowed to ask if we should call you ‘First Lady Violet’ now?”

She forced a laugh. “Wow, you guys have gone crazy. I’m hittin’ the benches, you freaks do whatever you want.”

Vi tracked you down as fast as she could, running through the corridors until she found you. You stood at your locker in the main building, flipping through your planner as you mentally organised your week ahead.

“People know.”

You startled as Vi suddenly appeared next to you, speaking in a low, urgent tone.

“What?”

“People know,” she repeated. “About,” she quickly looked around the hallway but there weren't a lot of people around, “About what happened. Between us. People on the team have been cracking jokes, making these little comments about us...Jayce and Mel too!”

You paused, processing that. “Oh. Interesting.”

“No, not ‘interesting’! Who did you tell?” she accused.

You shook your head. “I haven't told anyone-”

“Yeah, because it's embarrassing!” she interrupted.

You glared back. “I haven't told anyone because my private life is just that: private. It’s no-one else's business what I do in my free time. If people have found out, maybe it's because you approached me at a party and we left together? Loads of people probably saw us,” you pointed out sarcastically.

“Well, you gotta deny it, okay? If anyone asks, you says it's not true, they're crazy, you don't know what they're talking about.”

“Okay, firstly, that's called gaslighting. Secondly, why would I deny the best sex I've ever had?”

Vi blinked, totally caught off guard. “B-because it's humiliating for me,” she spluttered. “Okay? I'm on the football team, I can't be associated with the nerd Class President. You're such a goody-goody, it'll ruin my reputation!”

You let that sink in, allowing the hurt to roll through you. You breathed slowly for a second, letting out a calming breath through your nose. “Fine,” you said, shutting down. “There's no need for us to associate with each other anymore. Good luck with Friday’s game.” You looked back at your planner, trying to focus on it but really you just needed to look anywhere other than the woman who just ripped you to shreds.

“Are...Are you gonna be there?”

You scoffed. “Trust me, it's not how I would choose to spend hours of my Friday night but I have to go; as Class President, I'm expected to attend all major events, and sporting events against rival universities, unfortunately, count.”

Vi nodded, adjusting her jacket. But then she paused. “I-I'm sorry if I was kinda harsh-”

“It's fine, I get it. Image is very important to you,” you assured numbly, flicking through pages but not reading anything. Your eyes started to burn with unshed tears. You needed her to leave.

She nodded again, feeling weird in her chest. “Well, see ya around, I guess...?”

You nodded. “Goodbye.”

She walked past you just as your lip started to tremble. You closed your locker and calmly but quickly headed into the nearest bathroom. Thankfully it was empty as you entered a stall, locking the door behind you, and allowed yourself to cry.

The game was going well. Dressed warmly for the chilly evening weather, school’s colours painted on your cheeks, you stood with your friends in the stands, cheering and whooping when your team earned points. You really didn't understand the rules or the scoring, but you were enjoying yourself as much as you could.

Violet, you hated to admit, was on the top of her game. She'd already scored multiple times for your team, earning loud cheers and applause that only grew with each success. Little did you know, it was you spurring her on.

She hadn't wanted to, but she'd looked for you in the crowd before the game started. When she saw you, her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself wanting to prove her skill on the field. Every time she scored, she looked your way, soul lifting when she saw you cheering. She knew you weren't cheering for her, but she didn't care. She had made you happy, even just for a second.

Fuck. And she was the one who’d told you to stay away.

Your school won the game, with an excellent score (according to your friends). As was expected, you headed down to the field along with university leadership, and congratulated every member of the team, many of whom winked or smiled at you knowingly. When you got to Violet, you made a show of being polite and professional, with a handshake and stiff “well played”. She just smirked back at you as she shook your hand, her helmet tucked under her arm.

It felt like forever until you finally got home after the game, exhausted after the long day, yet you still had work to do. The life of a Class President often felt relentless. You made yourself a cup of herbal tea and headed upstairs to your room. Settling down at your laptop with some lo-fi hip hop music playing, you got to it.

Some time passed before your phone buzzed. Pausing in typing an email, you checked your screen. A DM from Vi. You cursed under your breath. What did she want? You sighed and unlocked your phone, going to your messages.

Your eyes almost hurt from rolling so hard. Seriously? Was she actually messaging for a booty call after what she said only a few days earlier? You paused and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It could be something innocent. You wouldn’t know until you asked.

“And there it is,” you mumbled. Shaking your head, you replied.

You couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. She seduces you first in public, gets upset when people find out, yet now she wants to do it again?!

You stood up in a panic. Would she really come over? It had been her insisting that the two of you stayed away from each other, given how embarrassed she was by you. Yet here she was, not just flirting but spelling out exactly what she had in mind.

Before you could panic more, your phone buzzed again in your hand.

She was serious, she was coming over.

Fuck! You ran into your bathroom, stripped off your jeans and underwear, and freshened up your pussy with a washcloth. You applied some deodorant to your underarms, a quick spray of perfume, and swilled some mouthwash. Your make up still looked fresh, though you hadn't taken the school’s colours off your cheeks. Realising you couldn't wipe them off without ruining the rest of your make up, you cursed and left them on. You didn't have time to take the braid out of your hair, so that would be fine.

You pulled on a robe to cover your bare lower half, but then panicked over whether that looked too desperate. You pulled on a pair of fresh panties, not too fancy but not too casual, and some sleep shorts.

Fuck, what was this woman doing to you?

You didn't have time to do anything else; the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside your house rang through your bedroom. You ran downstairs but paused behind the door. No, wait. Don't seem eager. Let her knock.

You waited until footsteps approached your door and the doorbell rang. It took everything in you to wait and not answer it immediately.

“Princess, I know you're standing right there. Just open the door.”

You could practically hear her cocky smirk.

You groaned in annoyance but did as she said. Taking off the chain and unlocking the door, you opened it. There she was. Freshly showered, she was indeed smirking rather smugly at you. Leather jacket, tank top, ripped jeans, and a shit-ton of arrogance.

“What do you want?” you challenged.

It was pointless. You both knew why she was there.

“To fuck that attitude outta you, that's what,” she drawled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

You balked. “Presumptuous.”

“What, are you not gonna congratulate the star of the game? I won that for us tonight.”

“I did congratulate you all, at school.”

She shrugged, stepping closer to you. “Eh, that was only your ‘official duty’ as CP. You not gonna do it properly?”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the after party? People will notice you're not there; what’ll you tell them when they ask where you were? Because, remember, you can't embarrass yourself and tell the truth.”

She just chuckled. “Oh, so feisty tonight. I sure hope you've given yourself the morning off tomorrow, you're gonna be sore.”

“Oh, am I-?”

You squeaked as she reached out a hand and took hold of your throat, just hard enough to stop you mid-sentence. Your eyes widened as she pulled you close, something firm pressing against your stomach. Her free hand cupped your ass, squeezing firmly.

“What was that, Cupcake?” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below your ear. You shivered. “You gonna be a good girl now?”

You tried to protest, then she spanked you. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Plenty more where that came from, sugar. Now, be a good girl and get that ass upstairs before I do something I'll enjoy.”

She released your throat with a little push, nodding her head up the stairs. You backed away a few steps and watched her lock the door, put the chain on, and turn off the porch light. When she was finished, she turned back to you.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” she advanced on you threateningly, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

You scrambled up the stairs and hurried to your bedroom. Just as you were about to reach your doorway, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a strong torso.

“Too late, Cupcake.”

You were lifted clean off your feet. Vi walked forward into your room and put you down over the end of the bed, your body pressed against your neatly made bed sheets, legs hanging off the edge. She eased your robe off you, throwing it onto the floor. A firm hand between your shoulder blades kept you pinned.

“Violet-” you started to protest but she cut across you.

“No Sunday names here, princess, not with what we're about to get up to. Give me your hands, sweetheart,” she instructed in your ear. You hesitated. “C'mon now, give me those hands.” When you hesitated again, she stroked your hip. “I'm not a monster, Cupcake. If you don't want this, just say so. But if you do, you've got ‘til the count of three to be a good girl.”

You looked at her as best you could out of the corner of your eye. She looked back at you, her face unreadable.

“One.”

Your mind raced. Did you want this? Did you really want this? After everything she'd said to you just a few days ago, how cruel she was, did you really want to just give her your body like this?

“Two.”

On the other hand, you hadn't lied when you'd said it was the best sex of your life. Vi was incredibly skilled and generous, and you had no doubt tonight would also be incredible. You only live once, right?

“Thr-”

You put your hands behind your back, crossing them at the wrist.

Vi chuckled in your ear. “Cut it pretty close there, sweetheart. Glad you made the right decision.” With one hand still pressed against your back, she unbuckled her belt, pulling it free of the loops on her jeans. “Don't move, baby.” She removed her hand from your back and started passing her soft leather belt around your wrists. You whimpered as she did, realising just how vulnerable you were about to become.

When she finished, she patted your butt through your shorts. “These are coming off though.” Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, she eased them down your hips and off your legs, tossing them on top of your robe. She traced the lace across the cheeks of your panties. “These are pretty,” she complimented.

“Thank you,” you whimpered as she slipped her finger through the back, bunched the material together, and pulled upwards a little. The pressure on your clit made you mewl weakly. “Vi…”

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

You pled, “Don’t tease me.”

Vi tugged your panties harshly and delivered a harsh spank. “You’ll take what I give you and say thank you, Madame President,” she mocked.

“Fuck you, jock,” you snapped.

She just laughed. “Oh, you think you’re so tough. Baby, I’ll have you begging for more soon enough.”

You hated that you knew she was right.

And just as she said, you were. Vi had spanked your ass red, switching casually between your cheeks as you whined and humped her hand as she rubbed your clit. Just enough to torment you but never enough to let you finish. You tried to resist, to be strong against her cockiness, to prove you didn’t need to beg. Alas, you caved. Your thighs wet from your juices, your ass stinging, your clit almost painful, you finally begged.

“Vi, please! Please, god, let me cum!”

She rubbed your clit faster and harder, finally using enough pressure to properly stimulate your bundle of nerves. You moaned and rode her hand, quickly building to a peak. You climbed and climbed, your toes starting to tingle as you drew closer. You finally reached your climax…

And she stopped, releasing your panties and snatching her hand away from your clit.

You whined loudly at the ruined climax and she turned you over, sitting you up on the edge of the bed. You cried out as you were forced onto your raw cheeks. With a hand holding your hair firmly, her other dragged your soaked underwear down to your knees. She started to torment your pussy again, slowly, gently, as she leant in close.

“Are you gonna take what I give you, sweetheart?”

Even in your clouded state, you knew what she meant. Take what she offers outside of the bedroom and be grateful, don't ask for more.

You groaned and didn't answer.

She tugged your hair and slapped your pussy. “Answer me, baby. If you don't, I'll leave right now. Hmmm? Leave you here all high and dry? Well, you're soaking wet, but you know what I mean,” she taunted. “You gonna be a good girl? I'll fuck you good, and you'll say thank you. Best sex you ever had, remember?”

“Ohhh, fuck you,” you argued.

She slapped your pussy again, followed by your inner thighs. “You feelin’ brave tonight, huh.”

You whined her name, lifting your hips when she slid her fingers into you. She pumped inside you until your pussy started to squeeze her fingers, then she withdrew them completely.

“No! Vi, stop it, just let me finish!” you panted.

“Not when you're being such a brat,” she shook her head. “You let me know when you're ready to be a good girl; I've got all night and two hands.”

You don't know how long it lasted or how many times Vi tormented you, working you to the edge but never letting you go over. Again and again, she promised you pleasure but took it away each time. After a while, she swapped hands nonchalantly, mockingly wiping your own juices across your face before holding your hair again.

You whined as the familiar sensation started building inside you yet again. “Please...”

She shoved her fingers deep inside but then held them still. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked again, getting right in your face, smelling the faint scent of your pussy on your face.

“Fuck!” you cursed. “Yes! Yes, I'll be good! Please, please just let me cum, Vi, please.”

She chuckled, “Good girl.” She pushed you backwards on the bed, spread your legs and started feasting on your cunt. You keened as she licked up and down your slit like a woman dying of thirst, sucking on your clit.

“I'm gonna cum,” you begged, your legs shaking around her head. “Oh god...”

She stayed between your legs, her hands pressing your thighs against her head, holding you in place as she brought you to a real and powerful climax. Your moans filled the room as you trembled and shook on the bed, calling her name in a series of pathetic whines.

She waited until you stopped shaking, then released your legs. Leaning over you, her chin wet with your juices, she wiped them off with her palm and then rubbed them on your cheeks, smearing the colours painted on your face.

“You done being a brat now?” she mocked.

You wanted to curse her out, tell her to go fuck herself, to get out of your house...But all you could do was tremble and moan.

She laughed. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra. She unzipped her jeans, slipping them and her underwear down her muscled legs. When she straightened up, your eyes widened.

“You done this before?” she asked, stroking the thick toy attached to her strap. You didn't answer, just stared at the cock that you knew would soon be fucking your brains out. She called your name, but you still stared. She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks. “I said, have you done this before?”

You nodded dumbly.

“Oh, thought it would be cool to pop your cherry. Maybe I'll pop the other one soon,” she winked. Roughly flipping you over onto your belly, she shoved a pillow under your hips. “Well, would you look at that?” She lifted your head and forced you to look up.

On the wall in front of you was your mirror, offering a perfect view of the two of you on your bed. She struck a powerful image behind you, toned torso beautifully lit from your desk lamp, chest out, strap on display.

“That's such a pretty sight, don't you think?” she teased, leaning down and tugging your ear lobe with her teeth. “Look how fucked you are.”

You did indeed look fucked. Hair a mess, make up and face paint smeared, mouth open in a dazed fucked-out look. You whined pitifully, closing your eyes.

“Poor baby,” she cooed, releasing your hair. “But we're not finished yet, sweetheart.” She ran the tip of her toy through your wet and swollen folds, gathering your juices for her entry. “Say please, baby.”

You just whined into your sheets.

She spanked your ass, one on each cheek. “Say please.”

“Vi...” you begged. Begged to be fucked or begged for mercy, you didn't know.

She spanked you again. “Say please,” she repeated.

“Violet,” you cried, some tears escaping your eyes against your will. “I-I can't...” you hiccupped.

“Yes, you can. You're a big girl. It's one word. Say please.”

You cried and whined but she was patient. After a few seconds, you weakly lifted your head. “Please, Vi.”

She leant down next to your ear and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. “Well done, sweetheart.” She slid inside you slowly, drawing out a long moan from both of you. “God, you're so perfect, baby. So good for my cock.”

She filled you with long and deep thrusts, nudging your cervix every time. You groaned when she did, your cunt pulsing. Vi could tell when you humped your hips back against hers with every thrust. She held herself low over you, her chest pressed to your back, filling you slowly and deeply.

“So pretty,” she praised in your ear, watching your reflections in the mirror. “Open your eyes, baby. Watch yourself get fucked.”

You obeyed, forcing your head up and your eyes open. You watched your face as Vi filled you, watching how your mouth dropped open a little at the top of her thrusts, your eyes glazing over just a little more every time.

“Pretty...” you mumbled as you looked at Vi’s reflection.

She smiled back at you - smiled, not smirked – as she knelt back on her knees, held your hips, and started fucking you into oblivion.

You cried out as she did, not expecting the sudden change of pace and force, but with your arms still behind your back, there was nothing you could do. Your only option was to lie there and get fucked. You moaned at the thought.

Vi’s smile switched back to her usual smirk. “You like this, huh? You like getting fucked raw?”

You let out a long, low moan, nodding your head pathetically. It felt so good, her strap stretching and filling you in the best ways.

Never slowing her thrusts, she unravelled her belt around your wrists, tossing it to the side. She moved your arms for you, resting them in front of you, rubbing your shoulders, the tenderness completely at odds with the animalistic nature of her thrusts. She rubbed up and down your back, soothing your muscles as she fucked you senseless, one long moan pouring from your throat.

“You gonna cum again already, sweetheart?” she taunted, massaging the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You nodded, your head dropped into the covers.

“You know what I'm gonna say?”

“Please!” you cried.

She chuckled. “Good girl. You can cum now.”

With permission given – something you never realised was so hot – your pussy clamped down on her strap, your body trembling beneath her. She praised you through it, rubbing your back and hips until you stopped moving.

“Was that good, baby?” she asked, earning a weak nod. “Who said we're done?”

Vi suddenly pulled your hips up, bringing your ass against her strap. With a hand tangled in your hair, she resumed her punishing pace. You screamed as her thrusts hit your end, assaulting that tender spot inside you. She squeezed and spanked your ass, holding your cheeks in her hands.

“Fuck, look at this ass,” she groaned to herself. “It's so pretty. Look how it moves, baby, watch it as I fuck you.”

You were only just able to lift your head, chin still resting on the covers as you watched Vi fuck you. Your ass cheeks rocked back and forth with every thrust, captivating as you watched. Vi squeezed your flesh as she fucked you, delivering alternating spanks, your skin rippling.

“Fuck’s sake, baby, I won't last,” she moaned as the ribbed inside of the strap rubbed against her clit. She threaded her fingers into your hair from behind, slowly pulling you up onto your elbows. “You like this, Cupcake? You like getting fucked like the slut you are?”

You whined in excitement.

She ran her tongue over her teeth as she smirked. “I knew you would, I know what you're really like. You act all proper and goody-goody, but under all that you're just a little slut. Not a problem for me, sweetheart, I'll fuck you like a slut any time you want.”

You moaned deeply. “Can I cum, Vi? I need to cum.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Have you earned another one? Have you been good?”

“Yes, yes, I have! Please!”

“Tell you what: admit you're my little slut, and you can have another.” You pouted, earning some hard spanks. “Don't be a brat,” she scolded. “Brats don't get to cum, and you want to cum, don't you?”

You nodded desperately, pushing your hips back against her strap. “I want to cum, Vi, I need it.”

“Then say it like a good girl and you can.”

You pouted again, mumbling, “I'm a little slut.”

Vi shook her head. “You can do better than that. C’mon now, say it properly.”

With a desperate whine, you spoke louder. “I'm a little slut.”

“Whose little slut are you?”

“Yours.”

She moved her hand from your hair, sliding it under your hips, and starting to rub your clit. Your legs started shaking. “Say it again.”

“I'm your little slut.”

“Louder.”

“I'm your little slut,” you panted, humping Vi’s hand and strap.

“Louder, sweetheart.”

“I'm your little slut!”

“Then cum for me,” she demanded in your ear, and you gladly obeyed. Moving your hips like a bitch in heat, you panted and whined on her strap, just as Vi’s thrusts became erratic and she thrust into you for the final time, moaning long and low in your ear.

You panted together as she draped herself over your back, her head down over your shoulder. You reached up and gently stroked over her hair, resting your head against hers. After a few minutes, you wiggled, her weight becoming a little too heavy. With a groan, she rolled off you, her strap slipping out of you. Lying next to you, she threw an arm over your hips.

You laid together for a short while, catching your breath and cuddling close. Vi eventually shifted away.

“You want ice cream?”

You were barely able to lift your head, but you forced yourself to look at her, utter confusion on your face. “What?”

“You've earned a treat. You want some ice cream?” she asked, pulling on her jeans.

You didn't have the strength to argue, just pulled the covers over you. “Strawberry. And it better be the good stuff.”

End

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MDNI AND CIS MEN-> DNI

NSFW AHEAD!!!!

Pairing: Vi x reader x strap

Riding Vi’s thigh strap…

Whines fell from you supple lips, both arms wrapped around her neck to keep yourself steady. Your legs quaked, and occasionally lost balance, only to find calloused hands ready to hold you up and bury her strap into your cunt once more. Another cried out moan twists within the air. The same air filled with both of your scents combining, blood flow pumping in and out in tandem, her chest pink as she huffed out a laugh at your stuttered mess. Her legs drowned and dripped with your succulent honey. Your lake of desire. Your eyes begging for more, and more, and Vi gave and gave, only to find yourself still hungry for more of her. You pussy craved, your eyes starved, your ears begging, and the way you gripped on her hard by hand, carnal. Your heat gripped as hard as it could as if you were being impregnated by her, as if she needed to cum into you. Rocking your hips back and forth, her large hands gripping the fat of your ass. Grunting into your ear, letting out a “you’re doing so good for me princess, swallow all of me, just like that.. fuck” Vi just enjoying the entire show, listening to you weep for her to fuck you harder on her thigh, as if this isn’t the third round of you coming to your climax of sweet bliss. “Go on, cum, I know you want to” she’d coo in your ear, your mouth slightly slacked, drooling, trailing down her back, making her moan, felining her back. Her tits rubbing against yours, “fuck, yes, yes, bite me, fuckin do it.” And you did as you were told like the good girl you are, rolling your eyes back, biting her neck, both moaning, and cumming, squirting down her legs once again.

“O-once more?” You beg and she nodded.

“Lets move to the desk.. hm? Need to pound you on my desk right now.”

A/n: literally Idk what just happened but it possessed me so hard just now. But yeah! Enjoy, dear readers.

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thinking about vi using her pretty muscles to manhandle reader into different positions

you're getting a blurb for this one but this is such a delicious thought..

Content: Rough sex, manhandling, dom! Vi obviously, descriptions of a few positions

Vi isn't aggressively rough, per say. However, she is obsessed with twisting you up like a pretzel when she is fucking you.

If she has you in missionary, she'll move your ankles up past her shoulders with ease, and you can only appreciate the view of her biceps flexing with her actions, your eyes lidded in pleasure with each godsent thrust her silicone dick grants your pussy.

You love riding her, but it's so hard when Vi's the type to not let you even do the work; she has turned you into a pillow princess, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto her cock. It doesn't even take much effort to lift you up and drop you back down, and she relishes in how your lips form a cute little 'o' when you feel her hit your cervix.

Riding her face may be even worse. Even if you're hesitant to put all of your weight onto her face, she won't be hesitant to grab you and force you to practically suffocate her with your pussy, and she eats it for her pleasure, not yours. You don't get a say (unless you truly need to tap out, in which Vi is as gentle as humanly possible with you) in how long you stay with your legs spread across her face, having to take each movement and curl of her tongue deep in your pussy, her hands not guiding you but holding you down from squirming.

If her cock is pounding you from the back, she gets brutal. Slamming into you so hard you feel her hitting where your gummy walls are ridged every time, practically bruising your insides. When your body collapses out of the hands-and-knees position she previously manhandled you in, she will let you take it basically laid down on your stomach for a while, but she knows that the position isn't gonna do as much as if she had your ass up. So, when you least expect it, she'll grab your lower half, taking you by surprise with a wounded yelp as you feel the bullying the head of her biggest cock is doing to your walls. Bonus: eventually, you will get used to her maneuvering you ass-up, so she will just opt to turning you onto your side, hitching one of your legs up onto her shoulder, and plowing into you. Like this, her cock is even deeper inside you, and it makes you moan upon each and every thrust.

And really, all you can do is get dizzy not just from her using your cunt however she wants, but from the way her muscles strain as she does so and how badly you'd like to sink your teeth into them. Maybe when they're in your reach, you will.

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not sure if you’re taking any requests, but more hybrid (catgirl, bunnygirl, or puppy girl) reader >< with vi, cait, or ellie pls

your writing is amazing ❤️‍🩹

i had half written something like this w vi a few weeks ago so this is perfect! and tysm :33

warnings: amab vi, catgirl reader, breeding kink if you squint i suppose, dom vi but its more like desperate vi trying to act mean, sub reader, pet names (kitty, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl) (does this really count as a warning??), dacryphilia if you squint i suppose, tummy bulges :3 not proof read!

mdni!!!

“poor kitty... being stretched so much, aren't you?”

you whimper in response, your ears pinned back against your hair. vi's rough hands squeezed your waist a little tighter at the sound of your whimpering, her hand sliding to grab the base of your tail, pulling you back onto her cock. her girth made you sob, the stretch was almost too much. unfortunately… vi didn't care about that right now, she just cared about cumming inside you until your belly was big and round.

she chuckled when you cried, grabbing you again to pull your ass up by your hips, making you bury your face in the pillows again, “don't cry... you want it. this pussy wouldn't be suckin' my dick in deeper if you didn't want my cum, sweetheart.” you clawed weakly at the sheets, already having ripped quite a few holes in them, each puncture earning you a slap on your ass.

but apparently you were forgetful, or maybe you liked being spanked, no one knows. she reached for your hair to pull your head back, her hips starting to move again at an unforgiving pace, making you cry out. she was so deep inside you that you could feel her in your throat, and she noticed that.

her hand snuck around to your tummy, a short gasp leaving her when she felt the bulge her cock was leaving with every pass. she pulled out abruptly, making you whine at the empty feeling and look back at her in confusion.

vi didn't respond verbally, just turning you around so you were on your back. she grabbed your ankles and placed them on her shoulders, pushing back inside your weeping pussy. you winced at the unannounced intrusion, but you did nothing, and said nothing, to stop it.

your eyes screwed shut to endure it, your breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust of her hips. you opened your eyes after a little while, seeing her eyes fixed on your stomach, and being the curious cat you are, you looked down, letting out a mewl at the sight of the bulge in your tummy.

vi's eyes snapped up to yours at the sound, a smirk forming on her face, “you feel that?” she mumbled, leaning down to capture your lips with her own as her other hand guided one of yours to the bulge, “that's all me, baby. you're taking it so well, too, such a good, slutty cunt.”

she pressed your hand down against the bulge, relishing in the way your mouth fell open in a silent moan. your tail lashed around from under you, eventually winding around vi's thigh, unconsciously trying to pull her closer. she just chuckled at the feeling, slamming her hips into yours a little bit faster. she buried her face in the curve of your neck, her forehead resting on your collarbone, pants and small moans threatening to spill from her lips.

she wrapped one of her strong arms around your waist to pull your lower half up a little, the angle making your velvety walls squeeze around her cock a bit tighter. your claws dug into her shoulders, leaving scratch marks that wouldn't go away for days, but neither one of you cared. how could you care about anything but the feeling of being so fucking full right now?

drool dribbled from her mouth and onto your skin, but neither one of you paid it any mind. especially you, you couldn't think about anything but the familiar knot forming in your tummy, wrapping your arms around her a bit tighter, “vi…” you croaked into her ear, tear tracks stained your cheeks from earlier. vi moaned against your skin, her hand sliding down your stomach to rub your clit in messy circles, “i know, fuck, i know. cum for me, sweet girl.”

it was like your body was waiting for her to give you permission, because as soon as she said that, your pussy squeezed her even tighter, gushing around her throbbing length. your legs twitched on either side of her, squeezing her waist. she picked up her pace when she felt you cum around her, using your perfect pussy like her own personal fleshlight to get off.

her balls slapped against your ass obnoxiously, but it was still so hot. you whimpered into her ear, curling your tail around her waist, “vi… please cum for me. f-fill me– unh! fill me up!”

a guttural moan tore from her throat at that and she muffled it in your neck, almost hurting you with how tight her grip was on you. vi's blunt nails dug into your hips, driving her entire length inside you, hips stuttering as she spilled her release inside you.

she collapsed on top of you, her sweat slicked skin sticking against your own. you tangled your hands through her hair, soothing her down from her orgasm. a dazed smile pulled at vi's lips, pressing it against your collarbone. she nuzzled into your neck, her arms loosening around you, her softening cock still buried inside you but she didn't pull out, she just let herself melt into you.

“we have to get up eventually, vi.” you broke the silence after a while, your eyes already starting to flutter shut.

vi let out a disappointed sigh, “i know. just… let me have this”

you nodded and pressed your face against her damp hair, kissing her hairline, “okay, whatever you want”

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“jinx did nothing wrong” don’t diminish jinx’s crimes she worked hard on those