loser!vi who's normally a bottom but wants to strap you and is whiny and 😩😩
┆ ⤿ VI’S MISERABLE STRAP GAME ♡⸝⸝
strap , mean!reader , whiny top!vi
“no, you don't know how to,” you denied vi the moment she asked if she could try the strap on you. this time be in charge for once.
no way in hell. letting vi dominate meant constant “is this okay?”s and you knew she was just trying to be as careful as ever but it got annoying to an extent. “i think ill be really good!” vi protested weakly, tailing you around the house as you cleaned the shelves. “you think?” you rolled your eyes. “keep thinking.”
vi looked like she'd get on the floor and throw a tantrum but she remained firm, “baby, please, you make it look so effortless and i wanna return the favour.” you put the duster down, “i know, baby, and you're very sweet for thinking that way but let's face it: youre not really dominant with your strap...”
your hand found the side of her face, caressing it, “why don't you just stick to being my good lil’ puppy instead?” vi looked like she'd give in right about then but she then continued on. “but babyyy!—”
your foot was now tapping on the ground. youd told vi to get her strap, strip and be ready by the time you were out of the bathroom. and she was nervously fumbling with her clothes, trying to strip. you watched her, the urge to laugh building in your throat but you held back, sighing when you saw she pathetically stumbled around the room searching for her red strap.
once she managed to harness the seven inch strap in place— her face beamed with pride. “ill fuck you so good.” vi said almost cheerfully, spreading you out on the bed. you let her part your legs, watching with curious eyes as the strap head pressed against your cunt.
the strap slowly inched deeper into your pussy causing your eyebrows to curl up. vi didn't stop, bottoming out completely and a small high-pitched moan left her lips. “you look so pretty taking my dick...” vi whispered. “youre mine...”
you held vi's hips letting her rock forward and backwards in a gentle pace but you could see the way her body was tensing, grip tightening on your tits as the squelches of your wet pussy filled her ears.
“vi,” you moaned, “youre doing well...” vi nodded, hips moving faster as she held onto your tits, fingers twisting and playing with the nipples as a low whine left her. “youre tight,” she gasped, “warm...”
“youre dramatic.”
vi gave you a very hardly intimidating glare as she placed her forearms on either sides of your head, her pace slowing for a bit before she started urgently rutting against you.
schlik! schlik! schlik!
vi's face buried at the crook of your neck, her teeth leaving hickeys and marks on your neck. you felt your tummy coil, orgasm building.
“harder, harder...” you breathed. “im gonna make you cum,” vi whispered, “im— im gonna make you cum,” she repeated as if the realisation was enough to drive her own pleasure. “hunghh...” vi moaned at the top of her lungs, grabbing the underside of your thighs and pushed them up. she rested your legs on her shoulder as she whined loudly. “youre so pretty, too pretty, i need to— fuck, i need to have you all. please...”
she didn't know what she was saying and you were barely paying attention to her speech. your gaze was glossy, dazed. “vi i think im close...”
“yes, yes,” vi gasped and with one last thrust into your pussy, vi made you come undone all over her thick cock. your head lolled to the side, spent as you watched the way your pussy convulsed around her shaft.
vi backed up, slicked strap hanging between her legs. she looked delicious. her abs and tits were sweat glazed and fierce red bush that spread out in a pretty happy trail— soaked down to every last hair from your sticky cream.
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These Mel voicelines when interacting with Vi are interesting to me:
I don't think this is really a dig at Vi, I think this is Mel highlighting Vi's own doubt and shame. She becomes an enforcer to try and please Caitlyn (in a way) and maybe that way be helpful but at the same time she still has a sense of loyalty to Jinx, Ekko, and to an extent, Zaun (especially Jinx). This conflict that she has leaves those around her unsatisfied about her choices. She, herself, is also unsatisfied with what she's doing and why she's doing it (i dont think that she herself fully knows why she chose this path).
The second line in particular is extremely important to me. The "was a badge worth it, Vi?" is a question that Vi has probably asked herself repeatedly. This line of thinking is demonstrated by Vi's own voicelines, this one in particular:
Clearly, she's conflicted about her choices. She also feels a sense of guilt and shame over wearing that badge. Mel's line feels more like she's voicing Vi's inner struggle back at her rather than an attempt to shame her. I think it's interesting that it comes from Mel, since they haven't interacted all that much. However, because of Mel's abilities I'm not surprised that she's able to have insight to Vi's emotions.
Also I'm writing this from the perspective of their Arcane counterparts, I don't think these voicelines would make much sense with Vi's LoL lore since her reasoning and journey as an enforcer is entirely different (as far as i know, not entirely sure what her League lore looks like currently).
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🥀 i just remembered that Virek doesn’t actually think his mother was a real person. nor does he think her death was a real event. he genuinely thinks those are just some made up memories his subconscious came up with to give him some semblance of normalcy and explanation for why he lived in the conditions he did.
so just thinking about the moment he realises he forgot about the best person in his life. the person he loved so dearly— he finally remembers her and realises he had forgotten about her, and has forgotten her face for so long. g o d. 🥀
Strap , restraining , mild pet play implied , mommy kink , spitting
Vi loved it when you praised her for the little things that she did whether it was bringing you anything like a spatula or salt while you cooked or if it was bringing your belt for her spanking with her mouth. She had the cutest set of puppy dog eyes too. The way she'd stare up at you, silently begging for mercy or pity was pathetic in all the right ways and somehow hot. You couldn't help patting her head and calling her your good girl.
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging. Vi beamed at you whenever you praised her, her shoulders dropping as she rubbed her head against you. Her pussy was glistening and dripping with her juices whenever you praised her.
She really was a slut for praises.
“Mommy, I'll behave.” Vi pleaded as you tied her wrists together.
“Should've thought of that when you touched yourself without permission.” You tsked and let go of her bound wrists, pushing her on her stomach on the bed.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered her apology, her eyes widening when she felt you grabbing her hips in a tight grip.
“It's too late.” You aimed your strap against her slit, a strap that was far bigger than any that you'd let your girlfriend have so far. “A brat must be tamed.”
“But mommy—”
A scream ripped from her thought as you pushed the strap inside without warning, bottoming out and dragging it right out all the way before slamming it back inside. Her pussy squelched obscenely.
“Who's my good little fucktoy?” you slammed the strap deeper, pulling her back by the back of her collar.
“I am, I-I am,” Vi gasped, choking on the front of the leather collar as her hands reached to grab onto the headboard of the bed.
Her ass jiggled every time your hips pistoned forward and slammed the strap deeper into her pussy. You smacked her ass, “My good little thing, yeah?” You squeezed the flesh before smacking it again and thrusting harder.
Vi drooled, “Y-yes, mommy, I'm your good girl, I'll always be, please…”
You smirked, spitting on her, watching your spit running down her back, mixing with Vi’s sweat, as her hole fluttered to accommodate the huge strap ramming continuously in her. Vi arched her back, “I'm gonna cum, oh fuck!”
You chuckled and pulled the strap out, letting it slap against her inner thigh. “Wh-why?” She mumbled with a broken voice, her hole clenching around the emptiness as it gaped for more. She wanted more, needed more. But she couldn't ask for more.
Me every time I see Sevika, Abby or Vi on my screen, or read the most back bending fic of all time of one of them. I have never been so passionate about such characters but damn they got me bad.
