this is just a sneak peak or whatever, let me know what you think! it would help me distract from my papers, thanks <3 in that sense, how is everyone?

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vi doesnt know how to act, she shifts left to right in swift, uncoordinated foot steps. you corner her in the walls vi has known for years, but never has she ever felt this electrified.

"violet, whats the matter?" you whisper.

your piercing eyes make her pulse plummet between her thighs. where to look and what to do? your bedroom eyes are distracting, the powdery scent of your skin sweetly poisoning and your chest against vi's makes her want to eat you up.

you cant help but chuckle, you like her this worked up. more so, because you were waiting for this.

somehow, the folds of the tent seem to appear so small when they close behind her nicely trained body. you spent many of your shifts –when you were scrubbing the sticky benches and floors– stealing glances at her sweaty skin throwing punches underneath the spotlight.

the thought of it, to lick it, but each time you shook your head.

so you couldnt believe you had that hell of a woman wrapped up around your finger, puppy eyes and weak at your sight.

"just tell me what you need," violet sighs. she then gently and somehow uncomplicatedly switches your positions. her warm, firm grip feels intense on your skin, in a sense, that there is need, a tension to be released.

vi isnt a fool to take those lingering eyes as anything but desire, shes from piltover, after all. that doesnt mean she dislikes it, no.

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biiiig stretch with live caitlyn reaction

oh my god, YES. on that note: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

i think vi would never use her full strength on reader, actually she promised herself that. why? because you know, vi kinda hates herself and thinks she would hurt you, and if she did, if she ever hurt you, vi would absolutely spiral. so she's constantly just holding herself back. i mean; she's just a big hurt puppy.

so you constantly reassure her that it's okay to lay her head on your chest and that you want her to squeeze you a little tighter.

and then one day, vi is resting on your chest, and you trace her shoulders, drag your fingers all the way down her back. "so pretty," you whisper.