#vi lanes

You just pulled her deeper into your embrace and whispered, “never say that, you could never be a burden to me.”

That’s when Vi fell for you, maybe.

Because there just had been way too many instances she could have fallen—like all those times you didn’t ask her how she got hurt and instead focused on making sure she got better, like that time you didn’t judge her for going back to Caitlyn just to get her heart broken. You never judged her, never made her feel like she was somehow broken as a human being.

She felt seen. She felt loved when she was with you.

And she wanted to be with you for the rest of her life, but she didn’t know if this was… love beyond friendship.

She’d already struggled so much in her love life before, it felt like the universe just had to take anyone she loved dearly away from her, and the thought of exposing you to the dangers of being her partner was what terrified her and kept her awake at night.

౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was drifting around so much after her breakup, you felt pity but pity wasn’t what made you approach her during training one day, and asked, “do you wanna move in with me?”

At first, she wanted to decline you right there on the spot. Not because she didn’t need a decent place to crash. But because she felt like it was entirely sympathy that made you offer her that and she wasn’t about to take advantage of her best friend.

But that’s when she saw the look in your eyes—genuine concern. And that was something Vi hadn’t seen directed towards herself in a while.

So she nodded.

Even that was hard.

It was like she was accepting defeat in her own newfound incompetence after the breakup. How was she so weak? It didn’t occur to her that she just needed to let her emotions show until she finally did move in with you.

You healed her in ways you didn’t know. You healed wounds Vi herself didn’t know existed.

౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was always shocked every time you did something for her. Like she wasn’t used to the idea of someone taking care of her or simply coexisting in her space and making living easier for her.

You didn’t urge her to stop pitfighting.

You didn’t ask her to stop drinking her days away.

You stayed by her, helped her through the worst of the hangovers and bandaged her knuckles when she came back with them split open, caked with blood. Not once did you make a face when she felt too drained to take a shower.

You were gentle, but that didn’t mean you just stayed by and never did anything.

You hand washed her clothes to get rid of the blood stains and sweat stains some days. You made so much out of so little because even if you weren’t the richest woman in Zaun, you had a big heart.

And that made everything count a hundred times more.

You made her homemade meals, you listened to her go on and on about how great Caitlyn was when she got sappy and drunk. You held her through every hardship she was faced with.

Almost as if she wasn’t alone.

Almost like you were promising her a lifetime of companionship.

“I know it doesn’t feel like it.” You said, passing her a glass of water, “but eventually, you’ll pick up the pieces of yourself and you’ll learn to move on. The only way to get rid of grief is to grieve.”

Vi looked at you, her blue eyes already collecting with fresh hot tears. “Why are you so nice to me?”

You smiled slightly. “You’re my…”

“Friend” sounded like it would undermine her importance in your life at the moment so you took a deep and breath and continued—

“You’re someone really important to me. And I care about you.”

Those words made a different kind of change.

The kind of change that helped a person heal.

౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI fell in love slowly. It wasn’t one day of dramatic realisation. It was when she caught herself doing things for you…

Getting you flowers randomly. Telling you how beautiful you look. Holding your hand when you both are walking the streets.

The drinking slowly stopped. She started sitting with you more during meals.

She started caring for you back.

Not because she felt like she owed it to you.

But because she was falling in love.

She could be herself—the sweet, broken, shy girl deep down that she was but never showed anyone else in fear of rejection.

But it was like you saw right through her even before she initiated acting like how she felt. You made her feel loved and cared for.

Vi couldn’t see a future that didn’t include you anymore.

You became a big part of her life.

She spent time in getting to know you even better—your favourite color, favourite food, the way you nervously played with your hair when you got a little shy, the way you listened to hopeless love songs when you cooked, the way you were a little sensitive to the usual gruff nature of Zaun’s people.

And Vi knew she couldn’t take you away from all the roughness the world offered to people who lived in the Undercity.

But she could make it easier.

She longed for you, she longed to make you the happiest woman on the planet.

She didn’t need you to reciprocate romantic feelings because in her heart it was enough to know she was in love with someone who had a good heart and cared about her.

But the idea of rejection still stung.

She was still raw after everything she’d been through.

So she took her time.

౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI knocked the lights out of some guy that dared touch you inappropriately. This wasn’t a new occurrence but Vi losing her temper like that was new. So when you were finally in the confines of your living room, you asked her, “are you okay?”

Vi nodded, eyes set on the way your hands gently cradled her injured fist.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, dabbing at the wound with disinfectant—as if you weren’t aware she’d taken worse injuries.

Vi didn’t say anything. She just stared quietly at the way you gently patched her up.

“Why?” she then blurted.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Why do you care so much? I’m just—I’m—”

“Because you matter.” You said gently, “I don’t know what you see every time you look in the mirror, Vi, but I see someone who’s been too strong for too long, and you need to break down every once a while,” you cupped the side of her face. “You’re only human, too.”

Vi swallowed thickly.

She didn’t know why, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to yours. She genuinely thought you’d push her away.

But you didn’t.

You closed your eyes and let her kiss you. Your hands braced on her shoulders as you kissed her back. You held her like she mattered. Like you weren’t just going to take advantage of her. Vi didn’t realise when she’d started crying.

Not sobbing. Just a few silent tears that escaped her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks as she kissed you.

Her feelings for you overwhelmed her in the best way.

౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was genuinely so shocked and honoured when you said you would let her take your virginity. She gently fingered you open first just so you don’t feel too much pain when she fucked you when her strap.

“Does that feel good? Let me know if it’s too much.” She muttered, her voice filled with love and care.

Her fingers worked in your pussy, curling and twisting as she toyed with your sweet spot. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck, your moans muffled by her skin.

“You’re gonna make a mess on my fingers, cupcake?”

“Stop… you’re so embarrassing.” You said, cheeks bright red.

“You wanted this…”

“Then just fuck me…”

She kissed your forehead and moved down, lips leaving a trail of kisses on the expanse of your chest and collarbones.

“You feel like heaven on my fingers.”

Her words weren’t doing you much good. You were so wet that it was genuinely embarrassing. You were moving on her hand, grinding down, chasing the friction of her fingers inside you—until suddenly she switched her fingers for her strap.

First the head of the toy pressed against your tight opening, and you thought it wouldn’t fit until it slid in with a slight wet “pop”, burying in all the way until all of the length was in you.

You gasped, “w-wait, it hurts a little.”

Vi paused instantly, eyes slightly wide, and filled with concern—did she hurt you? That was her worst fear.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” you wrapped your arms around Vi, “please… keep going.”

Vi’s hands were braced on either side of your head, her hips moving back and forth as she slid in and out of you with ease, thanks to your arousal. You clenched tightly around her, the stretch providing a burning pleasure you’d never felt before.

“Good job, baby, you’re taking me so well,” she whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead as she buried herself to the hilt.

You gasped and came with a cry of pleasure, liquids dripping alongside the sides of the toy. Your clit throbbed with need.

And although you never expected to hear yourself say this, you did;

“Please… don’t stop.”

VI’s hand snakes into your underwear, guards still walking down the halls. “Stay quiet and we don’t get caught, got it?” You nod, the two of you definitely needed to lay off some steam; Vi got her shit rocked in some stupid fight over commissary or something, and you, well, prison life ain’t easy as is. No privacy, garbage food, and in Stillwater, hardly livable conditions depending on what floor the land you in

Her hands are calloused, but they don’t irritate you. It’s comforting in a way, being bunked with someone who was strong, can handle herself. She makes quick work; gently feeling over your wet slit, prodding at your hole before sinking one finger in to start. A noise leaves you, luckily it was a quiet one so she doesn’t scold you.

The two of you grew pretty close together, been stuck together in this cell for some time, only natural you go to each other for certain comforts. Another finger slips in, another noise leaves you but this time you get scolded. “Shh, what did I say?” Vi shushes you quietly. A rough palm covers your mouth; better safe than sorry.

Noises continue to leave you, muffled by her palm, hips moving in tandem with her fingering. You two had a natural rhythm together, her fingers well soaked from your needy cunt. Prison shower sex never cut it, far too public so this was a delicacy. “That’s it, good girl.” Your eyes flutter shut, so soothing despite the fact you guys are incarcerated.

“All mine, yeah?” She whispers to you, picking up the pace, still making you feel that sweet pleasure. You nod, her hand over your mouth still. The idea of anyone else but Vi was lunacy. After all these years, Vi knew every part of you and you every part of Vi. Then those skillful fingers find that dammed sweet spot, rubbing against it tenderly. Your back arches, slightly louder noises muffled against her palm.

- daddy!vi is a literature professor and mommy!caits a private investigator. your first meeting was not an accident. (stay tuned...)

- they take their roles as mommy and daddy very seriously. they pay for school, take you shopping whenever, trips out illonia and noxus and anywhere else you want to go (though noxus trips are very low profile. very low.)

- you have rules to follow and they let that be known that when you break those rules there will be consequences. not financial ones, never that, theyll still buy you all the pretty things and take you to all the places, but how comfortably you're able to sit with your rewards are entirely up to you.

- well, not always entirely. they really like making you cry. a common example is them telling you you aren't allowed to cum then making you cum anyways just so they can spank your cunt :((

- they also wont let you cum for days (maybe even weeks, they've thought about it but can't commit, unable to keep their hands off of you for long.) just to see your pretty eyes well up with tears when they finally do; they'll spank you raw if they find out you thouching their cunt without permission too :(

- dont get it twisted though, they'll still touch you, but the second your hips start grinding and your whines start getting needier, they pull away until theyre sure they can continue without making you lose complete control. sometimes they'll do whole scenes focused on you and your pretty pussy only to leave you a sweaty quivering mess at the end.

- if theyre feeling extra mean, though, theyll let you cum, but theyll ruin orgasm after orgasm, pulling away at just the right moment and pushing your knees into your chest to watch your cute little pussy spasm and twitch, desperately chasing climax :( but once you're calm again they get back to it.

cait lying between your legs, her tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy while vi's sat behind you cushioned by the pillows. your back is to her chest with your legs hooked over her meaty thighs and her big fingers are rubbing gentle circles over your swollen little clit.

"go 'head baby," vi purrs in your ear. she can feel you resisting. she starts rubbing you faster, then harder, smiling cruelly when you begin to arch into her touch. "cum for mommy 'n daddy."

neither of the older women can but mock your moans and cries as you finally break, and daddys' hand os retreating from your pussy at the same time mommys' tongue leaves you tragically empty, no longer swirling and thrusting into your quivering hole.

you sob at the betrayal of it all. five ruined orgasms tonight.

daddy hooks her big hands under your shaking thighs, spreading you completely open to the both of them. her chin sits in your shoulder, shushing and cooing softly in your ear as you twitch, fat tears rolling down your cheeks

cait grins as she pushes up onto her knees, her lower face is still covered in juices, but neither of them seem to care as her and vi quickly getting lost in a deep, sloppy kiss over your shoulder, moaning over the shared taste of your sweet, syrupy cunt.

she pulls away from vi's kiss bitten lips, humming and glancing down at your soaked pussy.

"well if you can be such a good girl now, surely you'd have no with another?" she asks, but you know theres no option as she slides three of her long, lithe fingers into your swollen cunt. the three of you sigh in unison and you're damn near drooling despite your tears. your cunt elicits a pathetic, disgustingly wet squelch with every thrust of her fingers.

you know it'll bring you no relief in the end, but you can't help but grind in rythm with the slow, agonizing thrusts of her fingers, sinking deep into that headspace to deny them or even try close your legs anymore; letting them do as they please with your pliant body.

- it does'nt help that mommy!cait has a horrible oral fixation. with vi willing to hold you down and open you open so that cait can satisfy her oral fixation; you might as well lie down and spread your legs. like, daddy WILL full nelson you, arms locked around your shoulders and knees, just so mommy can suck on and play with your clit with her tonghe for a bit without you squirming around

- also: daddy!vi loves to watch you and mommy eat pussy, whether that be eachother or her own.

you're lying on her chest, face tucked into her neck with cait behind you, spreading you open and sucking on your spit soaked cunt like its the first time and last time -eager and haughty- while your body cant decide whether ot wants to chase the pleasure or run away.

"fuck- your pussy's so noisy, girl." vi teases from her place beneath you. she grips your ass cheeks, her hold bruising and painful as she spreads your cheeks even further "could listen to that all day."

- daddy!vi is fully aware of how strong her thighs are, and she has no problem with her partners appreciating this about her, but she's convinced that one day shes gonna have to beat you and caitlyn off with an actual stick the way you'd rather have your heads between her thighs than anywhere else.

- mommy!cait is harsher with punishments but daddy!vi is makes (most) of the rules. dont get me wrong vi's still smacking that ass if you misbehave but cait's a whole other level. she'll spank your thighs, ass, cunt, tits, whatever she feels like tbh

running your mouth? daddy'll put on her biggest strap and cait will have you suck until your throats raw, and once thats too much? you still have pussy AND ass. they spend hours stretching you open just to prove a point

vi's not any more innocent though, happy to indulge in cait's punishments if it means she gets to see you taking her biggest dick as deep as you can.

out way past late when they told you to be home in time for dinner? they feed you, give you a nice massage, dote and love on you the same way they will when theyre done wrecking your body, but the trouble starts the second you're all finally in bed.

vi lays at your side, her head propped on her hand, the other between your splayed legs, one of them resting atop hers. she's spreading the lips of your pussy almost uncomfortably wide.

not nearly as uncomfortable as the quick harsh slaps that mommy delivers to your engorged clit, though.

they both notice how hard and swollen your clit is, how every smack get wetter and wetter.

"please- pleasepleaseplease lemme- i can't-," your voice breaks off into another wail. your toes curl painfully and your eyes roll damn near to the back of your skull when vi brings her fingers together, trapping your poor clit between the thick, callused appendages.

"quiet. or you don't cum tonight." mommy says sharply, slapping daddys hand away from squeezing your clit between her fingers. then she huffs pointedly at vi "and you move, im not finished."

vi retreats with a soft offended sound, hand coming up to squeeze and pinch at your soft tits instead.

you're quiet. even when you beg, as you cry about how sore and abused your pussy feels, they know that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in this current moment, especially with the promise of an orgasm.

cait crawls up your other side, her hand sliding down your shaking body to your tender cunt. her finger taps your clit as she pauses to think for a moment, and your hips jerk with every taptaptap on the slick pearl.

"you have five more," she begins, her tapping stoping all together, her hand now resting casually on your sticky mound. she leans in close, her cheek brushing yours before she kisses your cheek sweetly. a heavy contrast to her previous actions. "and if i hear anything other than your counting, followed by 'im sorry, mommy. im sorry, daddy', then we'll start over."

you nod eagerly, chasing her lips when she pulls away to get a better look at your face.

"good," she sighs dreamily, sitting up on her haunches at your side but leaning down to brush her lips against your raised knee. "safeword?"

"peacock." you whisper, nodding but not able to help the laugh you let out at the memory behind the word. the married women are quick to follow in your little bout of giggles, already knowing.

you're cut short when caits hand slithers back beween your legs from her position, looking you in the eye as she spreads your wetness over your pussy with her whole hand.

she does this for a while, rubbing your pussy up and down with the entirety of her hand, constantly stimulating your already sore clit. until your head lulls back into the pillows behind you and your moaning softly.

until you've seeminly forgotten that she was punishing you.

that's when she strikes, her palm coming down on your soaked pussy in one swift motion. your head shoots up off the bed at the sudden sting, a sharp gasp interrupting your blissridden noises.

your hands shoots out instinctively to cover your pussy, but daddy's quicker, gripping both of your wrists and bringing them back up to your chest.

"you know better, pretty. you'll only make this worse for yourself." she tuts quietly, pressing her lips into the shell of your ear, she asks more harshly, "now, what do you say?"

"one," you say, almost breathless from the shock as you blink the tears in your eyes away. "i'm sorry mommy, i'm sorry daddy."

mommy's hand comes down on your pussy almost immediately after you finish your apologiesand they both smile, dangerous and predatory when you choke on a sob and your hips jerk forward, chasing the pain.

- on your first real date with the women they'd taken you to a nature sanctuary, and one of the peacocks had chased the taller woman around for minutes while staff (and vi, naturally) tried to drive the large bird away from her without hurting it. before that you all had used the stoplight system when together.

- daddy!vi who chokes you whilst she fucks you. one big rough hand around your throat and the other pressed harshly into your belly to keep you pinned to the bed, deep, hard strokes in and out of your wet pussy. the only sounds in the room being your pathetic whimpers, her thighs smacking yours and the tell tale sign that daddys about to cum.

or

god- shes fucking into you from behind, bending over you

she knows. she knows she should feel like a dirty old pervert, lusting after the pretty young thing thats somehow become a deciding factor in their lives.

her and her wife, and a young woman who'd wiggled her way into their hearts and the home.

mommy and daddy and their sweet girl :(

but she can't, not when you're clenching on her so hard she can hardly drag her dick out, even with the shameful amount of juices you're leaking onto it.

daddy has her tells as well, eyes half lidded as she tries to hold back what are probably the quietest whimpers from any human ever, her hips faltering when the harness drags againat her clit perfectly. she cums hard, grinding into you roughly as she spills into her boxers.

- mommy!cait who loves when daddy!vi gets subby and pliant too<3

sometimes - she'll have the two of you play with eachothers pussies.

just made to lay on your back with your legs spread, and let daddy touch and rub on your cunt while you do the same to her. those are the times where mommy just likes to watch.

other times, though, she's very much an active participant, instructing you on how to shove daddys' face into your pussy by her hair as she slides the pink haired woman from behind.

it's the perfect view, honestly. vi's fat ass in the air, recoiling and jiggling with every harsh thrust of mommy's hips. her face flushes red with embarassment, almost rivaling her hair for pigment when mommy spanks her ass hard. her ass-cheeks are just about the same, if not worse- the skin red and angry and hotter than hell to touch.

mommy isn't any more put together with her untamed, dark hair sticking to her forehead, dripping sweat. her skin sparkling in the light and her shiny, milky tits bouncing in time with her mean thrusts.

the worst part?

she's about as deep in it as you and daddy are, eyes hazy with lust and adoration as she watches her munch on your cunt, big, muscled back flexing as wrestles with your quivering legs. it's like she's fucking you through vi, and the closer daddy gets to her orgasm the closer you do.

by the time you and vi cum her clits aching so bad she almost says fuck it and makes herself cum using vi's sloppy cunt, rutting her big strap inside the tired woman until she finishes inside the harness.

she waits til the shower instead, pushing you both to your knees on the tile floor so you can pleasure her.

you eat her pussy eagerly, hands massaging her thighs softly in contrast. and vi had somehow ended up kneeling behind her, lifting one of her long legs in the air with her face shoved between her asscheeks.

mommy cait suffers orgasm after orgasm that night, as everytime she opens her mouth to tell the both of you she can't take another she falters. your pouts leave her defenseless, even as you finish up the shower she can't escape as vi holds her legs open and teaches you how to eat her ass properly.

she wakes up with her thighs resting on your shoulders and and vi's mouth on her nipple, the both of you knocked out cold.

mommy and daddy aren't as young as they used to be, though, and professional massages are booked the next day as a result of this.