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guys i can’t stop thinking about subby vi… i need her to gasp and whine from the slightest touch, and it’s so involuntary that she gets embarrassed. you probably tease her for it, too, loving the way her cheeks flush a pretty shade pink when you do. she gets worked up so easily, and it’s delicious, the way she’s wrapped around your finger. you revel in the way she moans into your mouth as you’re kissing, your hands sliding beneath her cotton tee to grope at her tits. when you finally slip your hand between her legs, vi’s absolutely soaked.

she definitely begs for you to make her cum - honestly, she says the filthiest shit when you’re fucking her. she doesn’t remember half the shit she babbles out with your fingers in her cunt, and honestly, it’s probably better that way.

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bending act3!vi over a desk/counter and fucking her from the back with a vibrating strap, one hand keeping a grip on her hair and the other on her waist just cause you wanna stare at her back tattoo but don’t know how to ask

getting so distracted by her back tattoo you hardly notice her legs shaking in overstimulation beneath her, having to hold herself up with her forearms on the surface cause you’ve fucked her through 3 orgasms already without letting up

vi who thinks you’re doing it on purpose so she doesn’t say anything, taking what you give her with heavy breaths and unintelligibly murmured pleas

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 CAITVI X READER SFW & NSFW HCS 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

word count: 3.4k

contains: my random unorganized caitvi x reader hcs. lowercase intended, lightly proofread, nsfw towards the end. sorry this took me forever (</3)

❥ caitlyn is so insistent on you and vi quitting your jobs and just being her cute little housewives

❥ caitlyn keeps track of all of your periods, always making sure you have enough snacks and pads/tampons.

❥ all of you get a bit snippy with each other during your periods—because, unfortunately, they’ve synced up. But no matter how catty things get, you’re always there to take care of each other.

❥ vi loves to cook and caitlyn likes to clean up after. they’ll ask you to do little things like cut the carrots while you all yap

❥ caitlyn sleeps pretty early while you and vi stay up running around together. you try to be quiet for her but you and vi have each other cackling every 5 seconds. eventually you both are kicked out of the bedroom and have to continue your giggly shenanigans in the living room

❥ vi is the most physically affectionate, always wrapping an arm around you or caitlyn, pulling you into her lap, or resting her chin on your shoulder. caitlyn shows her affection in subtle ways—brushing your hair out of your face, fixing vi’s collar absentmindedly, always making sure you’re both taken care of.

❥ they both gang up on you when you’re flustered. If you blush, you’re done for.

❥ if you get cold at night, caitlyn will tuck an extra blanket around you, and vi will just throw herself on top of you like a human furnace.

❥ vi insists on braiding caitlyn’s hair but gets distracted halfway through and just leaves it half-done. caitlyn tries to act like she doesn’t care, but she secretly waits for you to fix it.

❥ caitlyn makes vi fancy cocktails and tea, even though she always complains it’s too strong or not strong enough. but vi always drinks it anyway.

❥ vi hates to admit it but she can’t sleep without either of you and a little night light in the corner (my baby girl ugh)

❥ vi tends to leave her boots and gauntlets lying around. you and caitlyn have tripped over them too many times. And unfortunately for you and caitlyn, vi loves her punishments

❥ vi fidgets constantly. If she’s not cracking her knuckles, she’s bouncing her knee or clicking a pen until caitlyn snatches it away.

❥ vi is always teasing you when she realizes something makes you flustered. she will never let it go.

❥ caitlyn tends to overthink everything. vi and you have to stop her from spiraling into a “logical” breakdown over simple things.

❥ caitlyn gets very particular about how things are arranged—her tea set, books, weapons. vi purposely moves things just to annoy her, which leads to you getting onto vi and caitlyn whining/fussing.

❥ caitlyn is secretly a perfectionist. If she cooks for you, she’ll throw out an entire batch if it doesn’t look right, even if it tastes fine.

❥ vi loves to bake and will randomly come back after a couple hours with a bunch of cookies and pastries for you all to share with a big smile on her face

❥ vi and caitlyn tend to stare at you a lot. caitlyn doesn’t do it nearly as much as vi does, but they are both mutually obsessed.

❥ vi is always humming or singing some song softly when she does like literally anything around the house. she loves when you follow her around to hear it (bc yes this bitch can sing.)

❥ they’re both incredibly protective—sometimes to an intense degree. It’s never their intention to be overbearing, but after everything they’ve lost, losing each other would be unbearable. they’re not willing to take that risk.

❥ vi plays with your hair all the time, whether it’s running her fingers through it or twirling a strand absentmindedly.

❥ vi games a lot and begs you to play with her. If you don’t, she’ll insist you and caitlyn are close. caitlyn will be reading or scrolling through her pinterest, while playing with your hair. (she can be on that app forever.) listening to vi yell and rage quit is just a part of your everyday life.

❥ If you or caitlyn are standing next to vi, she’ll always have a hand on you—your waist, your hip, the back of your neck. It’s like a grounding thing for her. physical touch is a big need of hers.

❥ vi struggles with separation anxiety, though she does her best to hide it and refuses to admit it. still, when you or caitlyn are busy or absent, she catches herself fidgeting—twitching her fingers, bouncing her leg, and blinking back tears she doesn’t want to shed.

❥ vi deliberately calls you the most ridiculous pet names just to see your reaction. “hey, sugar lips.” “vi, please.” she’s shameless, fully aware of how cringe she is—and she loves every second of it.

❥ vi is always trying to sneak kisses when you’re distracted.

❥ caitlyn brings you and vi tea in the mornings, adjusting it exactly how you like it.

❥ vi is better at comforting through actions, hugging, cooking, kissing, cleaning, and caitlyn is better with her words. they will give you both but they are better in certain areas in their own ways.

❥ the advice caitlyn gives is always the best, she loves hearing you rant and complain. vi does too, but she spaces out sometimes.

❥ caitlyn writes little notes for you both, usually sweet but sometimes sarcastic. (“vi, if you leave your boots in the hallway one more time…”) she’ll pack you both lunches with cute little sticky notes.

❥ caitlyn gets really quiet when she’s worried, but she’ll hover around you and vi until you ask what’s wrong.

❥ you and vi secretly love getting scolded by caitlyn.

❥ caitlyn likes to have some space after an argument; vi does not. caitlyn needs time to breathe and collect herself—it never takes too long, but vi wants things fixed immediately. she always caves first, apologizing even when it’s not her fault. and every time, it breaks both of your hearts.

❥ caitlyn will brush her fingers over your knuckles or the inside of your wrist absentmindedly, like she’s memorizing the feeling.

❥ vi tends to lean against walls, arms crossed, looking effortlessly cool—but if you or caitlyn walk by, she immediately straightens up like a puppy looking for attention.

❥ caitlyn carries herself with elegance, but when she’s comfortable, she relaxes—crosses her legs lazily, rests her head on your shoulder, lets herself just be.

❥ vi cannot keep her mouth shut or hide her expressions. baby is naturally expressive, so even when she insists she’s not upset, it’s obvious—the way she pouts, puffs her cheeks, and huffs under her breath gives her away every time.

❥ vi will spam call and triple or more text, while caitlyn will call or text twice at most to get your attention. but you can bet your ass you’ll be getting a mini lecture about not picking up her calls. you know something is wrong if you have more than 3 missed calls from her.

❥ they’re both highly observant, picking up on even the smallest details of your mannerisms.

❥ caitlyn has a very subtle smirk when she’s amused, and you and vi live to make it appear.

❥ caitlyn always bites her lip when she’s thinking, while vi taps her fingers against whatever surface is nearby.

❥ vi would absolutely fight anyone who looks at you wrong. caitlyn, meanwhile, will just ruin them socially. a terrifying duo truly.

❥ vi carries you if you’re tired. no hesitation. “c’mon, baby, you’re walking too slow.” she is a bit of a fast walker.

❥ vi would take a punch for you without thinking. caitlyn would make sure you never get into that situation in the first place.

❥ vi lives to make you laugh. she gets so excited to hear you cackle and giggle. and she knows she’s funny asf too.

❥ late nights when caitlyn has work in the morning (vi does too, but she loves staying up), you and vi roll into each other—kissing, giggling, playing games. you beg caitlyn to stay up, but once it hits 11 PM, she struggles to keep her eyes open.

❥ caitlyn sleeps early and wakes up early. vi, on the other hand, stays up late but still manages to wake up early—a leftover habit from prison. but if caitlyn doesn’t get her full eight hours, you can expect her to be moody and pouty all day.

❥ If you have a bad day, caitlyn will make you tea and quietly listen while vi pulls you into her arms and presses little kisses to your hair until you feel better.

❥ vi loves making caitlyn laugh—really laugh. It’s rare, but when it happens, she looks at caitlyn like she just won the lottery.

❥ caitlyn lets vi be reckless only to a point—then she pulls rank. “vi, no.” vi groans but listens.

❥ vi hates dressing up, but if you or caitlyn ask nicely? yeah, she’ll do it. she’ll grumble the whole time, but she’ll do it.

❥ vi walks on the outside of the sidewalk, keeps an arm around your waist in crowds, subtly but firmly making sure you’re safe at all times.

❥ caitlyn is more of a silent protector. she notices things before they become threats, watches your surroundings like a hawk, and is always one step ahead.

❥ vi has a terrible habit of pulling you onto her lap, no matter where you are. she’ll just grab your waist and plop you down.

❥ caitlyn is more likely to respect your privacy, but if you’re heading to the bathroom, expect vi to be right on your tail—watching you pee. deadass.

❥ vi loves hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. even if she doesn’t understand half of it, she just grins and watches you like you hung the stars.

❥ vi always finds the stupidest excuses to get your attention. “baby, come here.” “what is it?” “…nothing, just missed you.”

❥ vi is obsessed with forehead kisses, especially when she’s feeling soft. It’s her way of saying, I love you without words. melts when you kiss and squish her cheeks.

❥ she lovesss being babied, which you and caitlyn love doing.

❥ If you’re wearing something cute or whatever? vi wolf-whistles and dramatically fans herself. caitlyn groans in the background. “vi, please.” caitlyn comes behind you to kiss below your ear “mmm so beautiful, sweetheart.”

❥ vi sulks when she’s sick and will only take medicine if you or caitlyn give it to her. “I’ll take it if you kiss me after.” caitlyn is the best caregiver when the both of you are sick, you will feel better in no time.

❥ If vi is feeling needy, she’ll flop down on top of you with zero warning. “what are you doing?” “dunno. just love you.” because you will give her attention. she is very puppy.

❥ caitlyn tucks your hair behind your ear so gently it makes your heart ache. she does it every time—even if it wasn’t in your face.

❥ If you fall asleep somewhere uncomfortable, caitlyn will immediately move to fix it. you wake up to a pillow under your head, a blanket over you, and buried in caitlyn’s arms.

❥ caitlyn is very particular about your tea (as well as vi’s. she knows how you both like it). If she makes it, it’s perfect. If vi makes it? caitlyn tastes it, sighs, and subtly replaces it with a better cup. vi will pout about this. It’s inevitable.

❥ caitlyn keeps an eye out for little things you might need. you offhandedly mentioned needing more hair ties? she has extras in her pocket the next day.

❥ caitlyn is secretly so touch-starved. If you initiate affection, she melts. put your arms around her waist? kiss her temple? she gets so soft.

❥ caitlyn fixes vi’s bandages with the most exasperated look, but you can see the tenderness in her hands. “honestly, violet, do you even try to be careful?”

❥ vi leans against caitlyn or you dramatically whenever she’s bored. you both just sigh and let it happen. she gets bored pretty easy.

❥ vi hyperfixates hard—if she wants something, she needs it now. caitlyn, on the other hand, is patient and willing to wait.

❥ they both compete to see who can make you blush more.

❥ the kisses you all share before parting for work, events, or anything else are downright sickening—it takes forever to break free from their hold.

"when will you be home?"

"do we need to pick you up?"

"you have your location on? I asked you not to turn it off."

"please be home before dinner."

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NSFW:

❥ caitlyn and vi are lowkey kinky and into some wild shit—behind closed doors, it’s a whole different story.

❥ vi is a big moaner—whimpering, gasping, completely unashamed. caitlyn, on the other hand, has a softer moan but lets out more groans and grunts.

❥ both of them are very vocal and talkative during sex—whispering, teasing, praising, and never letting a moment go by in silence.

❥ this is so random but vi decides she wants to go zip-lining for her birthday, and the way they both effortlessly slip on, adjust, and tighten their waist harnesses has your legs squeezing together. they notice. grinning at each other before tightening your own harness, vi leans in, voice teasing—"you like that, pretty girl?"

❥ vi is best with her mouth and fingers, but she’s a god with the strap regardless—just a little more reckless, rough, completely lost in it. caitlyn, on the other hand, is all precision, focused on hitting every spot and angle with near-perfect accuracy.

❥ vi gets so into making you squirm. she’ll kiss you deep and then pull away just as you’re chasing after her lips.

❥ caitlyn loves whispering in your ear—low, sultry, making promises that send a shiver down your spine. “you’re being so good for me, love.”

❥ vi lives for praise during sex. tell her how good she’s making you feel, moan her name like it’s the only word you know, and she’ll melt—eyes hazy, lips parted, desperate to hear more. She craves it, thrives on it, and if you whimper out a “just like that, baby” or a breathless “you’re so good to me,” she’ll only go harder, more determined to pull every sound from your lips.

❥ vi has a thing for spit—messy, unrestrained, completely shameless. she loves the way it glistens on your lips after a kiss, the way it drips down your chin when she pulls away just to admire you. and when she presses two fingers against your tongue, eyes dark and teasing, voice thick with want—"c'mon, pretty girl, let me see,"—you don’t even hesitate.

❥ vi is a mess between you both—panting, whining, completely unraveling. caitlyn keeps her steady, fucking into her with slow, precise thrusts, while you cradle her face, kissing her deep, swallowing every gasp and moan. she tries to keep up, tries to kiss you back, but she’s losing herself fast—her body trembling, fingers digging into your waist as she chokes out a desperate, “fuck, baby—” before her words melt into nothing but needy whimpers.

❥ you never stand a chance against them. vi is relentless, all hands and teasing remarks, while caitlyn makes sure you’re completely overwhelmed.

❥ caitlyn and vi love ganging up on you. one whispering filth into your ear while the other makes sure you feel every word.

❥ vi is all passion and need, caitlyn is slow and deliberate.

❥ vi bites. hard. jawline, neck, thighs—she wants to leave marks, wants people to see them and know you’re hers.

❥ vi has a filthy mouth. whispering in your ear, voice low and husky, telling you exactly what she’s going to do to you.

❥ If you’re in public, vi will lean in, press her lips just below your ear, and murmur something filthy—acting completely normal while you try to keep your composure.

❥ caitlyn has a thing for control. she’ll make you wait, make you beg, smirking as she keeps her touch just out of reach. “patience, love. I’ll give you what you need—when I decide you deserve it.”

❥ vi loves whispering dirty things in caitlyn’s ear while she is teasing you—grinning as caitlyn’s composure finally cracks.

❥ If vi is feeling extra possessive, she’ll wrap an arm around your waist, nipping at your neck while caitlyn smirks and watches. “damn, cupcake, she looks so pretty like this, huh?”

❥ the moment vi realizes she actually loves you taking control, she’s gone—gripping your hips, looking up at you with blown pupils, breathing all heavy. scratching at your back and whimpering in your ear. to see her undone is heavenly.

❥ she loves when you grab her by the jaw, forcing her to look at you while you shove your fingers inside her, curling them into her. If you’re feeling mean, you can even whisper, “what’s wrong, vi? thought you were tough?” and watch her whimper.

❥ eye contact is their thing during sex—intense, unwavering, drowning you in it. Vi’s is raw, desperate, like she’s trying to etch the sight of you into her memory, needing to see every reaction. caitlyn’s is calculated, focused, like she’s studying every twitch, every shiver, just to use it against you. It’s so intimate it makes your chest ache, so intimidating it has you squirming, but they don’t let you look away. not for a second.

❥ vi is loud. she groans, pants, grits her teeth like she’s trying to hold back, but the second you really start working her up? she loses it.

❥ If you drag your nails down her abs, tracing every ridge of her muscles, she shudders—grabbing at your thighs, fingers twitching like she doesn’t know whether to fight back or let you have your way.

❥ pull vi’s hair. grab her by the roots, tug her head back, and she moans—not even trying to hide how much she likes it.

❥ she’s obsessed with your confidence. If you lean in, teasing against her lips, voice all sultry, “you’re so desperate, vi,” she growls—trying to flip the script, but her grip is weak, and you’re already pinning her back down.

❥ if you take your time, dragging things out, teasing her just enough to make her beg? she hates it—but she’s also so into it. “please, baby, don’t be mean—need you, fuck.”

❥ caitlyn is a quiet mess when she’s being topped—breath hitching, lips parting, biting her lip like she’s trying to hold back. It’s absolutely gorgeous.

❥ caitlyn has a weak spot for when you talk her through it. “you feel good, cait? you’re so beautiful like this.” her head tilts back, her breath shuddering, and she completely submits.

❥ vi gets so soft when you take your time. kissing her shoulders, whispering her name, telling her how beautiful she is. “fuck, baby, I—” her voice cracks, and you feel her clench around your fingers.

❥ when vi is strapping you, she’ll dip down, lips brushing your ear, voice low and wrecked—"I wish I could feel what it’s like to be inside of you." there’s something desperate in the way she says it, in the way her hips stutter for just a second, like the thought alone is enough to drive her crazy. and then she’s fucking into you harder, chasing the next sound you’ll make, needing to feel you in every way she can.

❥ when vi is topping caitlyn, you can’t help but just watch—completely mesmerized, warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of them tangled together, loving on each other so deeply. It’s something intimate, something raw, and you adore them for it. but then, as if they can feel your gaze, they both turn to look at you—eyes soft, full of something even deeper. caitlyn reaches for you, vi smirks, breathless, and then comes the invitation, low and tender—"come here, baby."

❥ they love you so much, and they love each other just as fiercely. being in a relationship with them is like having a force of nature on your side—wild, protective, and all-consuming in the best way.

a/n: they’re so cat and puppy omg, hope you like <3!

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what remains

YELLOWJACKETS!AU vi x reader

synopsis: love, loss, and hunger intertwine in the unforgiving wilderness

words: 1.9k

contains: NO SPOILERS!, blood, grief/mourning, death, cannibalism, violence, survival themes, repetition, lowkey not proofread oops

a/n: spent like so long writing this and actually sobbing while doing it hehe XD

the hunger is a living thing inside you.

It slithers in your gut, curls around your ribs, sharp and gnawing, whispering in the back of your mind like a lover calling you home. It never stops. It never sleeps. you wake up with it. you fall asleep with it. It presses against your skull, drumming like fingers against glass.

vi is the only thing that quiets it.

she is warmth in a world of cold, breath in a place where everything is dying. when her lips find yours, when her hands thread through your hair, the hunger dulls—just for a moment. just long enough to pretend.

and then—

then it comes roaring back.

you’re tangled together, limbs desperate, mouths feverish, bodies pressed so close it feels like you might merge into one. vi tastes like smoke and salt, like the blood dried on her cracked lips, like something you were always meant to consume.

your hands clutch at her, skimming over sharp ribs, the jut of her collarbone, the flesh stretched too thin over bone. you can feel the way her body trembles—not from the cold, not from fear, nor from the hunger but from want.

she knows.

she feels it too.

your stomach twists, and suddenly it’s too much—your mouth tears away from hers, gasping for air like you’ve been drowning.

vi watches you, her pupils blown wide, lips slick with spit and blood. there’s something dark in her gaze. something knowing.

she lifts a hand and cups your cheek, thumb brushing over the bone, slow and gentle. “you’re starving,” she murmurs.

you squeeze your eyes shut. “don’t—”

her grip tightens. “you are.”

your throat tightens. your hands shake.

“I won’t survive this winter,” she says, like it’s a fact. like it’s already written. “neither will you.”

you shake your head. “stop, vi.”

“I want you to have me.” vi’s fingers found your jaw, tilting your face toward her with a firm but gentle touch, forcing you to meet her eyes. “I want to be with you.”

the words slam into you like a knife to the gut. your breath catches, eyes burning.

“no,” you whisper. “do not ask me that.”

she leans in, presses her forehead against yours. “do you love me?”

“you know I do.”

“then take me.” her lips ghost over yours, warm and soft. “let me be apart of you.”

the hunger roars, louder than your grief, louder than your love, louder than anything else.

you sob. your fingers dig into her skin.

“I can’t.”

“you can.”

she reaches for your hands, guiding them to the knife she had tucked in the hip of her pants. the metal is cold in your grip, quivering as if it, too, recoils from what you are about to do.

you are trembling, your breath coming in sharp gasps. “vi…”

she smiles. soft, aching. she cups your face, her calloused fingers gentle against your cheek. “I love you.”

you want to scream. you want to rip the sky apart, to demand the wilderness give her back to you, to undo everything. but the forest does not listen. It only takes. nature has decided. her fate was here.

vi presses her lips to your forehead. “before they find me,” she murmurs. “before they take me away from you.”

the blade glints in the low light, silver against the fragile stretch of her throat. you press it there, hesitant, hands shaking so violently that she has to wrap her own around yours to steady them.

she does not flinch.

she only looks at you—like you’re the last thing she’ll ever see, like she wants to carve your face into her memory, trace every curve and scar and freckle with her eyes so she can take you with her wherever she’s going. like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered. like you’re the only thing that ever will.

and she smiles.

and then she kisses you.

It’s slow at first, reverent—her lips soft and warm against yours, her breath trembling as she exhales into you. she cradles your face in her bloodied hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones with a gentleness that shatters you. she’s savoring you, drinking you in like she’s memorizing the shape of your mouth, the way you taste, the way you sigh into her.

then, something in her shifts.

her fingers tighten in your hair, and she pulls you deeper into her, pressing, claiming, giving. the kiss turns desperate, aching, her lips parting against yours, her teeth grazing your bottom lip like she wants to sink into you, like she wants you to feel her in your bones. she kisses you like she’s not afraid. like she’s ready. like she’s waiting for you to take her into you, to make her part of you, to never be without her again.

and you let her.

you let her pour every last ounce of herself into you, let her whisper through the press of her mouth that this is love, that this is forever. you taste the salt of her tears, of your own, the iron of her blood, the warmth of everything she is and was and will never be again. you taste her, and you know—this is the last kiss you will ever share.

vi cups your face with trembling hands, her thumbs smoothing away the tears spilling down your cheeks. her touch is warm— grounding, even as everything inside you splinters apart. she leans in, pressing her forehead against yours, her breath shallow but steady. her eyes—blue and endless, hold you with something softer than fear, something deeper than pain. love. unyielding, all-consuming love.

“I’m here,” she whispers, voice frayed at the edges but certain. “I’ll always be here.”

and with a final, gentle nod, she gives herself to you.

you sob as you press the blade in.

It is a kiss. a whisper. a parting.

her blood spills in thick, glistening ribbons, dark against the snow. red poppies blooming in a field of white. a painting so violent, so tender. she stains the world with her love, a bright, aching thing that will never be erased.

she has always been beautiful—soft in a world that was anything but. and now, even in death, she remains the same—something gentle, something radiant, something worth looking at in a place that takes and takes and takes.

her body collapses into you. you cradle her against your chest, rocking her as you weep into her cooling skin. your fingers thread through her hair, your lips press to her temple, and you whisper her name, over and over, as if it might call her back.

but she is gone.

and you will never—never—see her again.

you will never see the way her freckles spread farther across her face when she smiled, the way her cheeks puffed up like she was trying to hold all that light inside her. you will never hear her laugh, that ridiculous, loud, squealing cackle she tried to muffle but never could.

you will never feel her overprotectiveness again, the way she would always step in front of you first, a hand at your back, muscles tight, prepared to take on the world. you will never see her pout, that exaggerated, childlike thing she did when she wanted something from you. you will never hear her voice again—the rasped edges of it, rough like stone yet warm like sunlight. the way it could crash against you like a storm or settle over you like a lullaby. how it heightened in pitch when she whispered your name, soft and reverent, like a prayer only meant for you.

you will never hear her gasp when you touch her, feel the way her body melted into yours, the way her soft lips molded into yours so perfectly, plush and gentle one moment, insistent and claiming the next.

you will never worship her body again. never press your lips to the curve of her shoulder, never run your fingers through her hair, never whisper prayers into her skin as she trembled beneath you.

You will never see her big blue eyes again—the way they’d go wide and glisten when she looked at you, shimmering like the sky after rain. the way she always looked at you, like you were the thing that kept her going.

and her stupid jokes—the ones she tended to make at the worst times. you would give anything to hear them again. to roll your eyes at her, to swat at her arm, to pretend to be annoyed while she grinned at you like you were the best thing she had ever seen.

and the nights when it was just the two of you and you didn’t have to hear the girls bickering and squabbling over who had to fetch pails of water next. when the others were sleeping, when the fire had burned low and the world was nothing but you and her, desperate, wild, wanting. you would press against each other, mouths searching, fingers grasping, licking at each other’s skin like you could crawl inside and never be apart again. like love was something that could be consumed, something that could be devoured until there was nothing left to hunger for.

she would whisper your name against your throat, her breath hot, hands shaking, and you would breathe her in, deeper and deeper, as if you could fill your lungs with her and live on it forever.

but there was never enough.

not then. not now.

her body cools in your arms, and the hunger is still there.

It gnaws at you, slithers up your throat, digs its claws into your ribs and hollows you out.

vi was the only thing that silenced it. vi was the only thing that made it stop. and now her light is faded, her warmth stolen, her body limp, and oh god, you can’t do this without her.

she told you to take her. eat her. be one with her.

she wanted you to.

the forest is cruel. It is selfish. It steals and steals and never gives back. but this time, it has spared you something.

It has given her to you.

she will not rot in the earth. she will not be picked apart by scavengers, her bones left to be buried beneath ice.

she will live.

In you.

your hands shake as they move to her wrist, to the softness of her forearm, to the flesh that once burned beneath your fingertips when she held you at night.

“I love you,” you whisper.

and then you take.

—

that night, when the wind howls through the trees, you feel her fingers ghost over your skin—light as a breath, fleeting as a dying ember. vi. the touch you memorized, the warmth you’ll never feel again. It lingers just long enough to shatter you, to make you turn, desperate, aching—only to meet the cruel, hollow dark.

you caress her bones that lace around your neck like a rosary, draped over your throat, clicking softly with every breath—a devotion, a confession, a love that does not end. and her hair, her wild, burning fuchsia hair, you keep bound tight around your wrist, woven into your own, pressed to your lips when the nights stretch too long.

you hear her whisper your name in the dead of night.

soft. close.

vi is within you and you are whole now. full.

but wholeness does not mean peace. It does not quiet the longing. the yearning. you will carry her forever, feel her in every breath, in every heartbeat—but you will never touch her again. never hold her. never press your forehead to hers and breathe her in. and no matter how deeply she lingers within you, you will ache for her until the wilderness takes you too.

because it will take, and it will claim lives that were never meant to be lost. It will snatch lively souls that were never meant to be swallowed by the dark.

a/n: finishing up my caitvi x reader hcs, so hopefully I’ll be able to post that within a couple hours ! <3

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I CRY BC VI'S NOT REAL ALL THE TIME

ME FCKN TOO. like pls I just wanna hold herrrr. she’s real to me :<

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firm believer that if you squish vi’s cheeks, her lips turn into a heart :<

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

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god my lesbian crush on Vi is stronger than any other lesbian crush i’ve ever had

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woven through pines

YELLOWJACKETS!AU vi x reader

synopsis: in the forest, love festers like something ancient—hungry, all-consuming, impossible to tear away.

words: 1.2k

contains: NO SPOILERS ! blood, mentions of violence, very slight nsfw, cannibalistic imagery, obsession/unhealthy devotion, co-dependency, survival themes, slight horror imagery, etc.

a/n: MAJORITY SAID YES SO HERE WE ARE :P I have so many drafts for this vi and yellowjackets au. I went insane hehe :>

you were bound to each other long before the crash, long before the trees closed in and the world narrowed to this.

It started before the cold, before the endless, gnawing hunger. back when love was something softer—though even then, with her, it was never truly tame. even then, there was a need, a pull, something just shy of dangerous. the wilderness didn’t create this. It only stripped away the pretense, left you both raw and real and reaching.

the first time the others truly see it—see what you and vi are—it’s in the firelight, when hunger is at its worst.

not the kind of hunger that gnaws at the stomach—that kind is familiar, constant, but bearable. that kind of thing is simple. 

no, this is something else. something deeper, something that has seeped into the marrow, turned your ribs into a cage of gnawing want, turned your heart into a beast with too many teeth. and vi—vi is the only thing that soothes it.

and that terrifies them.

because they have seen love before. they have seen devotion. they have seen desperation. but this—this is not love as they know it. this is something else.

It is love the way roots claim abandoned things, slow and unrelenting, pushing through the cracks until nothing is left untouched. It is love like ivy strangling the bones of old houses, sinking into the wood, impossible to separate, impossible to tear away without destroying the thing itself.

all of you have lost yourselves out here. you know it. they know it. the woods have stripped you of reason, peeled back the thin layers of civilization, left only want and hunger and need. you don’t remember where vi ends and you begin anymore, and maybe you don’t want to.

freckles dust her nose, her cheeks, barely visible in the dim light, but you know them by heart. you’ve traced constellations across them, kissed each one, memorized the way they shift when she smirks, when she scowls, when she’s looking at you like this—like she might devour you whole. she is gripping you too hard, too tight, fingers pressing bruises into your skin like she’s afraid you’ll slip away if she doesn’t keep holding on. and maybe she should be afraid. maybe you should be, too. 

because you don’t know what you’d do if you ever lost her. and vi would tear the world apart before she let that happen. she would sink her teeth into fate itself, rip and snarl and fight until the trees burned and the sky cracked open, until there was nothing left but the two of you, tangled in blood and devotion. she would hold onto you, and you would hold onto her—because love like this doesn’t wane. It only grows, winding through the cracks, steady as the earth beneath your feet.

the trees whisper above, their voices hollow and endless. the fire flickers, throwing frantic shadows across your bodies, casting your limbs into something inhuman. and vi is watching you like she sees something holy in the ruin of you. like she’s listening to something beneath your breath, beneath your pulse—some unspoken thing only she can hear.

“say it,” she breathes, her lips brushing your ear, voice raw, desperate, something starving. her fingers dig into your skin, like she’s trying to anchor herself, like she needs to feel you solid beneath her hands.

the fire crackles beside you, shadows twisting, but none of it matters. not the cold, not the hunger, not the eyes watching from the dark. just her. just the way she’s trembling against you, just the way her breath catches as she waits.

you tilt your head, just enough to catch her mouth, to taste the salt and copper and fire-smoke on her tongue. 

“I love you.”

she exhales, a ragged, shuddering thing, like those words are the only thing holding her together. and maybe they are.

because it’s the truth. because if she asked, you would let her pry you apart, piece by piece—lay yourself open and let her press her hands into your warmth. because if she needed it, you would let her sink her teeth into your ribs-–crack you open and press herself into the hollow space left behind.

the others are watching. maybe you know, maybe you don’t—but neither of you would care.

taissa’s jaw is tight, eyes dark with something unreadable. shauna’s fingers twitch, like she wants to reach out and stop whatever this is but doesn’t know how. lottie is the only one who smiles, slow and knowing, tilting her head like she understands. like she sees.

they are not afraid of monsters. they have done monstrous things themselves. 

but they are afraid of this. fascinated, yet afraid. 

because love should not be this consuming. love should not make people feral. love should not make people dangerous. 

and yet, here you are.

vi drags her teeth over your throat again, slow, teasing, before her tongue glides over the blood smeared along your jaw—the same blood she drew when your hands tangled too tight, when neither of you could tell where grasping ended and clawing began. her lashes cast shadows across her cheekbones, her blue eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. fuchsia strands cling to her temple, damp with sweat, as she hums against your skin—slow, indulgent—savoring it, savoring you, like you’re something sacred, something she was always meant to consume.

you let her.

you let her because it soothes something in you, too. because the heat of her tongue, the press of her body, the way her hands grip you like she could keep you tethered to this world if only she holds tight enough—it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.

she murmurs your name against your skin, reverent, aching. you barely recognize the sound of it, barely recognize yourself in the way she says it, like a prayer, like an offering.

but that’s what you are now, isn’t it?

now, you are something else. something for her. something meant to be taken, worshiped, consumed. an offering—not just to vi, but to whatever force has taken root inside both of you, pulling you closer than you were tethered before, binding you together in something deeper than love, something raw and unshakable.

or maybe you are both just slowly seeping into what is more than a lost mind—sinking, unraveling, becoming.

the fire crackles. the wind howls. the trees loom overhead, ancient and unfeeling, and you wonder if this is how they love each other—wrapping and twisting and strangling until they are inseparable, until their limbs knot together so tightly that to take one away would kill the other.

vi exhales, pressing her forehead to yours. the fever between you is unbearable now, blistering, unbearable and perfect.

“If you asked me to,” she whispers, breath ghosting over your lips, “I’d let you take me apart.”

you smile, slow, sinking into her, into this.

“I know.”

and that is all that matters.

because the hunger will never leave. because it will claw and gnash and bite. and the trees will watch and they will claim lives that are not their own.

but if it must consume you, at least it will consume you together.

like roots splitting stone. like ivy sinking into ribs. like the forest reclaiming what was always meant to be its own.

a/n: someone tell me not to make a midsommar vi au too (lowk already did oops). will maybe have the rest of my little yellowjacket vi drabbles out soon :3

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I'm not too busy with uni at this very short moment and have been hit with a wave of ideas and actual motivation, lmfao. the new season of yellowjackets has me hyper fixating again (not that it ever really left). so… now I can’t stop thinking about vi in a yellowjackets AU, and here we are. not sure yet if I want to make it nsfw, but anyway—are we fucking with the idea or noooo? (probably posting one soon if so :P)

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vi x reader <3

synopsis: vi and reader being cute and domestic.

word count: 1.7k

contains: mentions of smut, slight food play, lowercase intended, and cursing. think that’s about it :3

‼️MINORS/MEN DNI ‼️

the steam from your shower clings to your skin as you step into the kitchen, cozy in your pjs and socks. the warm, inviting aroma hits you first—a medley of spices and flavors swirling together in the air. It’s almost overwhelming, the way sweet caramelized sugar mingles with the savory bite of roasted garlic and fresh herbs. your stomach growls instinctively.

there, at the counter, stands Vi. her tank top clings slightly from the heat of the stove, and her sweatpants sit low on her hips, casual and comfortable, revealing the subtle curve of her figure as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. strands of her fuchsia hair stick to her temple, a result of the rising steam from pots bubbling away. she’s in her element, moving between tasks with an effortless rhythm. one hand guides a knife, swiftly chopping potatoes into precise chunks, while the other stirs something in a skillet—a sweet glaze, judging by the scent.

the kitchen feels alive, filled with the hiss of sizzling oil, the occasional clatter of utensils, and Vi’s gentle, melodic humming. you linger in the doorway, quiet, not wanting to disturb her. your attention isn’t on the food anymore. It’s on her—the way her body moves with a certain grace in the small space, the way the golden light from the stove dances along her skin, and the calm confidence she carries, even in chaos. you notice the way her back tenses ever so slightly as she works, muscles shifting beneath her tank top with each precise motion of her hands, whether she’s cutting or stirring.

she turns suddenly, reaching behind her to grab something from the island. the motion is fluid, unhurried, as she retrieves a bowl of prepped ingredients. when she looks up, her gaze lands on you, and she freezes for half a second. then a slow, cocky grin spreads across her lips, one brow quirking slightly.

“caught you staring, didn’t I?” she giggles. her look lingers, warm and playful.

you can’t help but smile back, heat creeping up the back of your neck—not from the warmth of the kitchen, but from being caught admiring her. as she giggles softly, her eyes still on you, you catch another detail that sends a jolt through your chest: the faint outline of her pierced nipples visible through the thin fabric of her tank top. a knot catches in your throat, your pulse quickening as your gaze flickers away for a moment, only to find its way back to her. Vi taps the open space on the counter beside her, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

“come here, baby,” she says, her voice warm and teasing, beckoning you closer with a tilt of her head.

you swiftly walk toward her, the knot in your throat giving way to a warm, giddy feeling in your chest.

as you reach her, you giggle softly and say, “hi, pretty. what are you makin’?”

her eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, everything else fades. the way she looks at you—with pure admiration, love, and a spark of mischief—makes your heart stutter. before she can answer, you lean in, gently pressing her lips into yours.

Vi doesn’t hesitate. she shoves herself closer, her body molding against yours as she lets out a low, hungry moan. her tongue finds its way into your mouth, and her hands grip your hips, pulling you firmly against her. the kitchen feels even warmer now, and you’re almost dizzy with the intoxicating mix of her and the delicious scents filling the air.

“food’s gonna burn, baby,” you giggle against her lips, breathless but teasing.

Vi pulls away slightly, letting out a soft sigh, her lips forming a little pout that almost makes you want to pull her back in. Instead, she steps back just enough to slide her hands under you and lift you effortlessly onto the counter.

she taps your thighs, her grin returning as she holds your gaze. “I’m making mashed potatoes, caramelized steak, and corn,” she says smoothly, her voice low and warm. “and for dessert, apple pie with caramel glaze and ice cream.”

her hand comes up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, the gesture tender and intimate. for a moment, you forget about the food entirely, lost in the way her touch feels and the way she looks at you, like you’re the most important thing in the room.

she leans in and gently pecks your lips, letting the touch linger just enough to feel like she’s savoring you. then, with a soft hum, she turns back to the stove, resuming her careful orchestration of pots, pans, and sizzling flavors.

you stay perched on the counter where she placed you, leaning forward slightly, chin resting in your palm as your eyes follow her every move. admiration swirls into something deeper as your mind starts to wander. memories flash through your head—the times she’s bent you over this very counter, leaving you breathless and euphoric. the nights you’d kneel between her legs, devouring her in ways that made every bite of food seem insignificant, lost in the sweet heat of her, a hunger that nothing in the kitchen could ever satisfy. you remember the feel of her hands threading through your hair, tugging just right, the sound of her moans as they pulled you deeper, and the way your own eyes rolled back, overwhelmed and so into the sweet and salty taste of her.

your lips curl into a faint, private smile as another memory rises to the surface—those late-night cravings for something sweet that would send you both stumbling into the kitchen, half-asleep but giggling as you pulled out ice cream. feeding each other spoonfuls would inevitably devolve into something messier, her head buried between your thighs, tongue and lips leaving you trembling. you can still feel the stickiness of melted ice cream on your skin, mixed with her kisses, her spit, and the raw intensity of being drowned in each other, sticky and gross but utterly intoxicating.

God, you think, your gaze fixating on the way her back moves as she stirs something on the stove. this woman is fucking delectable.

“whatcha’ thinking about?” her soft voice pulls you out of your reverie, and when you blink, she’s turned around, catching you mid-stare. again.

her cute, mischievous giggles bubble out, her face lighting up as she watches you struggle to compose yourself. you don’t answer immediately, still too caught up in the haze of thoughts about her, but the way she’s grinning at you makes it clear she knows exactly what’s running through your mind.

“here. try this,” she says softly, holding a cut piece of steak between her fingers. she pushes it to your lips.

as you open your mouth, she gently guides the food inside, never breaking eye contact. the steak is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted, its rich, savory flavor sending a wave of pleasure through you. the best, juiciest steak you’ve ever had in your fucking life. she holds your jaw with a delicate touch as you chew, as if she’s not just feeding you, but helping you savor every bite.

you can’t help but notice how her fingers linger on your skin, the warmth of her hand on your jaw making your heart race. as you chew, a drop of drool slips from the corner of your mouth, and your face burns with a rush of embarrassment. the softness of her touch, the way she holds your jaw with such care, makes the moment feel far more intimate than it should. you wonder if she forgot to pull away—but no, you realize, it’s intentional.

she is fully aware of what she’s doing, the way her gaze lingers on you. her eyes are dark and heavy with something that’s not just desire, but something deeper, something pure. lust and love swirl together in her gaze, and you can feel it in every fiber of your being. the way she looks at you, the way she touches you, it’s all deliberate—each moment designed to pull you closer.

then, as the drool escapes and your face flushes, she lets out a soft giggle, the sound sweet and teasing. “so I’m assuming I did good?” she asks, her voice playful yet full of confidence.

you swallow and respond, your voice low and thick with desire, “so fucking good. you always do.”

Vi blushes deeply, battering her lashes. her freckles scattered across her skin as her soft, puffy cheeks redden. her fingers graze your thighs as she leans in closer, her touch making your pulse quicken. without a word, she gently pops her thumb in your mouth, and you instinctively lick off the remaining juice of the steak, the rich taste lingering on your tongue. she watches you, a soft smile playing at her lips, before leaning in even closer, her mouth capturing yours in a kiss. It’s slow and tender at first, then deepens as she pulls you off the counter, her hands guiding you without breaking the kiss. your tongues twist and slide together, the taste of each other’s saliva merging in a heated rhythm. her hands roam up and down your body, caressing every curve, sending shivers through you.

you giggle between kisses, your breath catching as you try to pull away just enough to speak. “Is it done? I’m hungryyyy,” you whine, your voice playful yet needy.

“yes, brat” she replies, her voice thick with amusement, “let me make our plates.” she pulls away for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she moves toward the kitchen.

you nod, then add with a smile, “I’ll do dishes since you cooked.” before she can pull away completely, you press a fat, wet kiss to her cheek, your lips lingering a bit longer than usual.

she smiles, her eyes twinkling. “mmm let’s both do them. wanna be next to you.” she pecks your lips again, her hands lingering on your waist as she pulls you close.

the night unfolds with laughter and warmth, the air filled with the sounds of giggles, soap, and bubbles splashing everywhere as you both work together in the kitchen. your hands never stray far from each other, whether it’s during the dishes or sharing a quiet moment by the counter. the intimacy of the night, the closeness you share, becomes the perfect backdrop for what has become your norm.

neither of you could have asked for anything less.

A/N: just a little smthn bc I miss my bby. all the while it takes me 24 years to finish the other things I have drafted 😛. I’ve been busy I’m sorryyy. will try and get back on track soon. MWUAH <3

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This is a fucking crazy take but vis the type of girl to go faster when u tell her slower ok bye

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bottom vi enjoyer. switch vi truther ♡

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HIII OMG IDK IF UR TAKING REQUESTS (OR IF THIS COUNTS AS ONE??) BUT I CANT WAIT FOR ANY OF YOUR VI FICS 🙏 LIKE OK IM SAT 🪑 YOURE GONNA SLAY!!

sweet consumption ꒰ა♡໒꒱

goddess vi! x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: honestly not really much of a plot besides vi and reader being in love and obsessed with each other.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

CONTAINS: smut!, cannibalism as a form of expression, consensual choking, mentions of blood and slight violent actions, religious overtones. p.s I always try to keep clothing and reader’s physical descriptions out of my stories, so readers can resonate with it more. but for this story, reader wears a dress. kind of proofread ? act 3 vi!

AUTHORS NOTE: ^^ omg thank you so much love <3! you’re so sweet, that does mean sm! MINORS/MEN DNI PLS!!

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the soft piano traveled throughout the corridors as you sat toying with the edge of your silky, sage dress - eagerly waiting for your presence to be requested. the smooth, dark marble beneath your feet caught your attention. you swore it swirled in little patterns right before your eyes. the walls of her quarters were coated with various meaningful art pieces and the pillars stood tall where beautiful women were chiseled into the top and bottom. her love and respect for women —for her community, was so admirable. before your mind could wander farther, you were interrupted.

“our goddess, violet, requests you.” a fellow angel proclaims as they seep into your view.

'our goddess?' your mind repeats. It was true. she was a goddess of the people and of the angels. she portrayed that in the most genuine way. however, you still couldn't fight the slight nerve to be a bit possessive. you nodded and smiled to the woman dressed in a silky emerald gown, their wings slightly curled around their hips. taking a deep yet staggered breath, you walk down the corridor that lead to violet's chamber. soon enough, you stood before her arched door. It was vast and encased in fuschia and black jewels. gems and crystals in their purest form blended perfectly above, as gold curled around the edges of the large door frame. before you could even bring your fist up to grab at her door chime, it swings open gently. she sensed you.

It was dark in her chambers. your eyes waited to adjust to it as the fireplace was the only source of light. the soft gothic piano contrasted the crackling of the fireplace. this genre of piano soothed vi’s nerves. your eyes averted as slight movement was caught in your peripheral. and then...you are met with her. she stood right before her large windowsill - it portraying a perfect view of the nightlife that was her domain and the beautiful river encompassing it. she was beyond alluring, truly. words could not describe violet's beauty. for she was the prettiest and the strongest goddess there was. the handsomest soldier that would ever fight on the battle field.

her pinkish red hair peppered with streaks of black, like fire and ash, rested over her right side. her blue eyes like stained glass that always outed her every emotion never failed to capture you. her freckles kissed upon her nose and cheeks like a field of wildflowers in april. oh how cute she was when she scrunched her nose when upset or angry. violet was revered in her looks by the other celestial beings, but they doubted her ideals. violet. sweet violet. her heart so gentle but her face stern. she stood for peace—for equality. but she tended to get too passionate in protecting others and standing for what she believed in. the other goddess's teased her about her name. vi for violence. some pretty butch brute with too much power they'd say. she wished they'd respect her name. and how you wished they would know her. violet. sweet violet. vi.

“you're staring again. hmmm and nor did you acknowledge me when you came into my quarters." she pouts, inching closer to your still being. her hips swayed gently as she walked down the little steps, fists at her side. so ready to protect, like she always was. her beauty put you in a trance as your eyes adjust to the glow of her bronzed freckled skin.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's darker in here than usual." the words jumbled out nervously as the luminescence of her eyes consumed you.

she gently drug her fingertips against the apple of your cheeks. "mmm I am in a mood of sorts today. what do you have for me, beautiful?"

your words caught in your throat and your body shivered. angel's were only allowed to see their goddess' once a month to report to them. you were violet's trusted designated angel that gave her updates of information that she needed to rule her domain, so naturally you saw her a bit more often. the lack of her presence made your yearning beyond intense. the only angel and being that vi had ever touched and she made that clear constantly. but why were you so special? you doubt you'd ever ask. to even be breathing the same air as her was a blessing so you never dare question her.

"I brought all angel reports for last month as well as letters from the goddess's. they seem to have important news to share with you." you nodded, too nervous to glance into her eyes. she loved how nervous she made you.

"so obedient, my sweet girl. I will have to get to it all later." she curls her fingers under your chin. "come.”

she steps away from you to sit on her velvet claudette chaise lounge. she gazes at you intently - waiting. her eyes were warning you as she was often impatient. you walk towards her gently on the tip of your toes. you could never seem to get used to her intensity. she just stares at you often. it's a bit creepy, but you know she is just curious and expressive. reading vi through her eyes was easy for you. she was intrigued.

you kneeled before her as her leg peers out from the slit in her grey throw over dress. she nudges it out to you gently as invitation for you to touch her. as they open, it exposes a delicious amount of her skin that you wanted to just devour. slowly, you bring your hands to glide up her leg. her soft skin feels electric and you swear every muscle in your body relaxed after you touched her. closing your eyes, you nudge your cheek into her skin. you locked eyes as you kiss up her leg, lifting yourself to make your pecks to the inside of her thigh. the feeling of her smooth creamy skin was enticing, the smell of her. vanilla, musk, firewood —brown sugar. the way she was lent back, looking down at you with her legs spread wide was so seductive and sensuous. her arm hung over the couch and the other gently grazed your hair as you nipped at her inner thigh. she had stretch marks on her hips and a bit on her inner thigh. you kissed at them gently. the soft chuckle she let out made your ears ring. goodness. she made you weak.

your breathing got heavier as you inched closer between her dress and to her core. your fingers snake through and move it aside. no underwear. looking up at her, she slightly smiles and blushes. "I was waiting for you — I always do." she breathes out like a whisper.

your cheeks turn a fiery shade of pink. you were then blessed with the sight of her beautiful flower. the heat and scent of her core was close to sending you into a frenzy. tufts of pink hair and puffy lips. you were addicted to her. to her taste. your mouth started to salivate. she bit at her lip and opened her legs wide as if inviting you to enjoy her delicacy. your arms curled around her thick thighs as you grip the soft skin. you press your lips to her clit and suckle. like sweet butter, she melts in your mouth. the sweet but salty taste of her made your toes curl. she was glowing. she threw her head back and her hair flowed over the soft velvet couch. gentle wisps of her hair danced over her lips from her desperate panting. she lets out a gentle moan and entangled her fingers writhin your hair. the feeling of her pussy tangled around your tongue was enough to send you into psychosis. you dug your face into her gently as you could not seem to get close enough. curling and twisting your tongue around her, she panted and whimpered little praises.

her moans increasingly got louder. she was always so vocal. and to say you loved it was an understatement. soft as a harp, her moans flowed through your ears like a gentle river. like a song that soothed your soul. shoving your face into her cunt, your mission was to devour. the feeling of her on your tongue — on your finger tips. her moans, her voice. you were made for her, to please her. to give her the love that she deserved as your goddess. she was under appreciated. you are so deep in thought you failed to realize how tight your grip had become on her shaking thighs. she was overstimulated, yelping and arching her back. she attempted to gently move you. pulling away from her gasp, you muster out, “my goddess. please forgive me. I got carried away. I-“

gripping your cheeks softly, she shoved you back on your knees. her face followed yours closely. "oh how i missed you." she growled.

hearts swam in your eyes. drool and her sweet slick coated your lips and the area surrounding. you look dumbed out. her body was a drug. she was your drug. sweet violet. without the hold she had on your face, you'd fall. she licked at your throat as her calloused fingertips drug your dress down your body. she softly grazed her tongue over the edge of her teeth. she gripped your hips and drug her hands all over your body. the need she had for you was insatiable. untamed, disgusting, and full of teeth. she would kill and stain her hands with blood of the innocent for you. and that was a lot to put down as a goddess for her people. but the way she needed you was vile. the yearn she had for you made her sick. sick and rotted with desire. need. you. a mere angel. nothing compared to her. oh but you were.

her lips captured yours quickly. immediately her tongue swallows yours. her lips were succulent like ripe grapes. to kiss vi was to be refreshed, replenished. revived. crawling down to your level, on the floor, she kneeled with you. not once did she slow her pace and stop the movement of her lips on yours. a kiss was the beginning to her cannabilism. she was kneeling with you. someone as gorgeous and high being as her sat on the dirty floor tangled in front of you. your saliva mixing and tainting her own. she didn't care. your differences didn't make her ill. she was a goddess who could love who she pleased, but she could tell this made you uneasy.

"my love. the floor." you pulled away from the kiss, gently cupping her flushed freckled cheeks. her eyes shone such a radiant blue. she was content.

"I am not above sitting on a dirty floor. I've been in worse. and for you — I would lick the filth from your skin with the blade of my tongue." she whispered, licking the shell of your ear. her cool breath sent shivers down your spine and your heart sunk.

both of her hands held your cheeks, as she curled her tongue over your lips. she pecks them gently and then again, glides her tongue over the plump of your lips. your mouth slightly parted with the pressure and need for her mouth on yours. before you could give into her kiss, she pulls away swiftly. nodding her head in the direction of her sleeping quarters. "on the bed."

you sway your naked body away from her, making your way to her giant canopy. sitting on the edge of the bed, you softly grip her black silky sheets. vi sashays towards the edge where you were and pushes you softly into the middle. standing tall, she drops her dress off of her shoulder. all you could do was stare at her awe. her biceps tensed slightly with her breathing. her subtle abs shone in the light covered in minimal sweat. her tits sat perfectly and exposed. her collar bone, sharp and tempting. the scars painted on her body. her pussy on display and so enticing. again. you could happily die between her legs. everything she did had your pussy melting and pulsating. she crawls towards you and kisses up your body slowly. not breaking eye contact once. she drags her canines against your calf and presses gently, making her way up to your lips.

she’s perfectly above you now, stopping at your face. your eyes are captured in hers and you can’t look away. you smacked your lips onto hers and she burst into a giggle as you peck her lips over and over. pulling away, you let her catch her breath and rub your fingers against her face. you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, the apple of her cheeks, her eyelids, chin, and then her lips again. then you kiss her hands again, and again, and again. she didn’t like her hands. you knew that. but every sliver of her was perfect to you. she presses her forehead to yours as she gnaws at her lip.

"I want to feel you. to let go with you.”

before you can process a single thought, she eagerly parts your legs wide and squats herself above your cunt. you can feel everything. like her soul and her bones were intertwining with yours. her pussy slid against yours. gripping your legs, she quickens her pace. every touch of her hands on your skin sent your body into shivers. you craved her. you wanted vi to use her calisoused fingers to pry your ribs open and lick your heart and your bones. to live inside of you to protect herself. to connect your organs and become one. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her. you’re snatched back into reality at the loud sounds of the both of your moans blending together like symphony. she gripped at you like she could not live without her claws and bare teeth sunken into your skin. you chant her name like a prayer, her eyes rolling into her head as all she can think about is you. the sound of you. your skin. your flesh. you. she attempted to cage you in so you couldn't move away from her.

"oh baby i know." she groans into your ear as you whimper closer to your release.

the primal desire for you was unquenchable. she can feel you pulsating against her, she knew you were close. so was she. her right hand tangles around your throat as she begins to squeeze. your eyes rolled so far into your head and all circulation began to cut off. and by the goddess's near, this was the most amazing feeling. to die by violet’s hands. the way she is touching you and staring into your soul. it wasn’t pain. it felt like freedom.

"you belong to me, say it. please." her eyes turn soft and tear up. they were like a gentle void, a void of so much emotion. your vision started to turn white and you could only feel her engulfing you. your orgasms overtaking the both of you like wildfire. you could feel the electricity from her fingertips coursing through your veins and your blood. she loosens her grip as you gasp for air. every touch of hers on your body like a cold breeze. the beautiful pit that was her eyes enveloped you. you both stare at each other in a pant.

"we are all yours, vi." you giggle, referring to the angels and her terrain. gently, she collapses on your chest. you graze your fingers against her back, tracing her tattoos.

she hums, "mmm but they are not." she looks up at you, curling your hair between her fingers. "you are. and for you, i am my rawest form. the yearn I have for you is too much. It hurts." she pauses, and takes a deep breath. "I hate when you walk out that door."

her eyes are entangled in yours. the other celestial’s would say that the love between an angel and a goddess was unruly and dangerous. that didn't matter to you. nor did it matter to vi. they don't know what it was like to kneel at her alter. to be loved and wanted by her. they have not heard her gentle giggles and murmurs throughout every kiss. they haven’t seen her wide set grin and the smile lines surrounding her heart shaped lips. nor have they tasted her divine fruit. they haven't gazed into her eyes and seen right through her heart. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her.

“my love and loyalty has always lied with you, my sweet violet.” and into her lips, you collide. underneath the fiery touch of vi’s fingertips, you become poetry.

AUTHORS NOTE: ugh yes…cannibalism as symbolism for lesbian love and obsession again>>> of course, it’s literally my favorite and if you get it, you get it :3 anyways, caitvi scene made me scream as hell. everything made me scream and cry omfg. so many thoughts. If you’re reading this, have a great day, night or evening! mwuahhh <33 hope you liked !

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