Warnings: coming out, fear of being hurt (disowned, unfriended, fired) over being homosexual, some teasing, a little suggestive (Sevika).

DISTRACTED.

CW : #drabble.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb!VI ⸝⸝ wlw ⸝⸝ making out ⸝⸝ second base ⸝⸝ MDNI ⸝⸝ fem!reader.

SUMMARY : vi gets herself hurt and comes to you to get patched. when you do, you realize she’s distracted for all the wrong reasons.

lots of blood and sweat. that’s the pit for you.

vi had thrown herself back into the fights like they could make her forget how everything went to shit. black hair—longer now, streaked and smudged from the dye she slapped on to bury the pink—stuck to her neck. caitlyn was gone. that last blowout still echoed with accusations flying, worlds that just wouldn’t fucking fit, jinx’s shadow swallowing everything good. vi drank. vi fought. vi didn’t think.

you were convenient. a warm body in the back rooms who patched up losers for scraps and didn’t ask for more. rebound, hookup, whatever. label didn’t matter to you. vi was vi and you were you.

tonight the brute got lucky. ribs aching, lip split, vi staggered into your alcove like she owned the damn place. dropped onto the rickety stool with a grunt, the bandages she’d wrapped around her chest were stained in blood, purple blooming on her ribs..

“shit, vi,” you said, grabbing rags and whatever passed for antiseptic in this cheap place. you pressed a cloth to her side, careful and gentle like you always were with her. vi wondered why you even bothered. “hold still. this doesn’t look good at all.”

she smirked, albeit a crooked and tired one with her eyes half-lidded. “ain’t nothin’, cupcake. i’ve taken worse from my own sister. just… do your thing.” her voice was rough and her breath reeked of whiskey. that zaun bite still sharp even when she was half-drunk on adrenaline, pain and whatever she’d downed before the match.

your hands moved gentle over her skin, cleaning the gash. vi’s breath caught.

eyes drifted. down to your lips and the way they parted in focus.

lower, to the way your shirt stuck in the humid heat, the soft curve of your tits as you leaned close.

then to your hands. those careful, steady hands she always thought were too soft for a place like this.

“vi,” you warned softly, feeling her gaze on you, but not stopping. “eyes up here.”

she didn’t listen. instead her hand shot out, calloused fingers gripping the back of your neck, yanking you in. The kiss was desperate—messy, hungry, like she was trying to drown the emptiness out with your mouth on hers. her split lip stung against yours but she didn’t pull away. she was all frustration, heat and need.

you broke it just enough to breathe. “vi—your side. let me finish before—”

“fine,” she grumbles against your mouth, dismissive, that same stubborn tone she used when anyone tried to slow her down. “i’m good. don’t stop on my account.” her free hand slid up your side, bold as ever and lacking the hesitation she had with caitlyn, cupping your breast through the thin fabric. she squeezed, thumb dragging over your nipple, drawing a sharp little sound from you that made her grin into the next kiss. “see? still breathin’. still standin’.”

you tried to pull back again, laughing breathlessly even as heat pooled low in your stomach. “vi, seriously. you’re gonna need actual stitches if you keep—”

she cut you off with another kiss. it was deeper this time, her tongue sliding against yours like she was starving. her black-painted fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just right. “quit worrying so much,” she muttered when she came up for air, voice rough. “this is better than any fuckin’ bandage. you feel good like this. so good.” her palm kneaded your breast firmer, rolling the peak between her fingers with soft exhale as she looked up at you, meeting your eyes. “c’mon, don’t go soft now. i thought you could handle a little blood. that’s your job, isn’t it?”

“my job is to patch you up not—” you trailed off, moaning into another kiss as she nipped at your bottom lip. “—not go to second base with the patients.” your hands, traitors, slid to her shoulders instead of the wound. you squeezed back, feeling the hard muscle tense under your touch. “you’re insane,” you whispered, but you arched into her hand anyway, your lips brushing her jaw. “this isn’t patching you up.”

vi chuckled low, tracing your bottom lip with her tongue. “told you—i’m fine.” she pulled you closer on the stool, bodies pressing tight, her mouth hungry on yours again. clothes stayed half-on, hands roaming. she groaned when you palmed her chest in return, the material of the make-shift top making it difficult but she didn’t care. her back arched a little to press her chest into your hands. “yeah… like that. fuck, your hands… don’t stop. please.”

the alcove smelled of all kinds of medical tools, but right now it was the scent of alcohol and sweat that was invading your senses. you tried one last time, forehead against hers. “vi, at least let me clean it properly—”

she shook her head, eyes dark and locked on you like you were the only real thing left. which to her, you were. “later. this is what i need now.” her hand didn’t stop, squeezing and teasing your breast until your breath hitched. “you gonna make me beg, cupcake? ’cause I will if it gets me more of this treatment.”

ᰔ vi loves cuddling at night. she loves cuddling in general, but at night is even better. she gets to admire your cute sleepy face as you rest on top of her. completely on top of her. the moment you both lay down, she tugs you onto her chest, your head underneath her chin.

ᰔ the sound of her heartbeat lulls you to sleep instantly. at night, her breathing is slower, softer. she likes when you match her breathing, it’s adorable to her.

ᰔ vi’s arm is always ready for you to lay on. she doesn’t care if she wakes up with a numb arm, her bicep is always your pillow. she wants you to always be as comfortable as possible, so if that means you laying on her bicep, so be it.

ᰔ whenever vi’s in her extra clingy mood after work, she ends up in top of you. she rests her head on your chest, tangling hers legs with yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. she’ll nuzzle into your neck, mumbling, “you smell nice..” and’ll give it a small kiss.

ᰔ sometimes after work, she’s too lazy to go to bed. she’ll find where you are and will lean down so you can wrap your arms around her neck and so she can rest her arms comfortably around your waist. vi always gives you extra tight hugs with her face half hidden in your shoulder. her hands wander on your lower back, her thumbs tracing little stars.

𖤐 wife!vi, who has the gentlest hands. you’d expect them to be rough—especially with how calloused they are—but they always manage to become softer when she touches you. she’ll stroke your cheek, jaw, below your lip, and its the best feeling in the world.

𖤐 wife!vi, who get clingy after bad days at work. she’ll come inside, sulking and frowning, and you’ll always have your arms out and ready for her. most days, she lays directly on top of you on the couch while you stroke her hair, listening patiently as she speaks about what made her day bad. half the time, she won’t let you go until she’s dead asleep.

𖤐 wife!vi, who loves kissing your face. whenever you’re speaking, she can’t help but kiss your forehead or cheek. she loves the way you smile after, a little bashfully, its the cutest thing to her. she loved watching you get flustered and start to tumble over your words.

𖤐 wife!vi, who knows every nickname possible. she will hardly ever call you by your name. instead, she refers to you as “sweetheart”, “baby”, or “sweet girl.” she adores the way your eyes light up, the way you become slightly more affectionate with her after she calls you something sweet.

𖤐 wife!vi, who easily gets shy. whenever you kiss her, cuddle her, or touch her in anyway, she visibly gets shy. she makes this awkward little smile and will chuckle to hide her shyness. if you’re at home cuddling, all it takes is a small kiss on the top of her head for her to get all flustered, hiding her face into your shoulder.

Vi was insatiable. Her mouth needed to be on you religiously. Either she was kissing you, lips crashing into yours or she was eating you out as if her life depended on it.

“It’s all mine,” she whispered like she was possessed, her words slurred together like she was drunk when she was not.

Her mouth was on your pussy tonight and she didn’t seem like she planned to breathe at all. Her tongue shoved inside you, nose colliding with your clit every time she tried to push her face deeper between your legs.

“Vi— Violet,” your hole clenched around her tongue uselessly, “slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

She grunted and needily licked your juices up. She was so fucking devoted to this, she was worshipping you.

Vi spat on your cunt and licked it all up again, groaning at the taste like you were some sort of exquisite meal.

“Ffffffuck!” She parted your pussy lips with her thumbs and pushed her tongue inside again.

The pleasure was too much.

You arched your back and moaned aloud. Toes curling from pleasure.

“Vi…”

⠀⠀ 𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 NEVER MINE ͡꒱⠀ ۫

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: it was too late to start setting boundaries with your best friend’s girlfriend. maybe you’d asked too much of vi when you told her to break up with cait.

contains: cheating, caitvi, modern au, taken! vi, lover! reader, ANGST, allusions to smut, vi is an idiot, ooc! vi

a/n: this isn’t caitlyn shade or anything like that. i don’t think vi would ever cheat on her or on anyone, it’s just for the plot, and reader and cait are best friends just to add a little more drama.

A promise had been made to yourself that this would never happen again. However, you weren't fooling anyone, least of all her. Not since the first time it happened at that New Year's Eve party, and the count of all your encounters since then had already been lost.

A heavy wave of guilt always followed the sudden rush of excitement that came whenever her name lit up your phone screen. Still, that regret was never strong enough to make you draw a clear line with your best friend's girlfriend.

In the end, the beautiful flowers she occasionally brought always found a way to wither and die, carrying less weight than the quiet words she whispered into your ear, claiming you were hers.

You were destined to be the person Vi loved only in the shadows, while Caitlyn remained the one she proudly chose to love in the light.

"What are you thinking about, sweet girl?" Vi’s sleepy voice broke the silence, dragging you out of your own thoughts.

The two of you were tangled up in your bedsheets. You had just managed to slip away from the tight grip of her strong arms around your waist, careful not to wake her up.

Even so, her presence didn’t feel like real company. It was as if your body already knew she was leaving, long before she even started putting her clothes back on.

"You already know what I'm thinking about, Violet," you replied. A small groan of irritation escaped her lips.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," she muttered through her teeth, turning around to give you the cold shoulder. That movement left her back tattoo on full display, the same tattoo you used to hold onto tightly whenever her touch sent you straight to another world. "I don't want to fight about this again."

Once more, she had ended up in your bed after another blowout argument with Caitlyn. She had crawled to your apartment right after spending hours at a local bar just a few blocks away.

There was no objection or resistance from you when her lips started kissing your neck exactly the way she knew you loved. Just like you didn't resist when she pressed you against her car, back when Caitlyn asked the two of you to grab some party decorations she had forgotten in the trunk.

A quiet question crossed your mind: was she ever soft or gentle when touching Caitlyn? With you, she was a rough, passionate lover. She made you beg as if she were a goddess and your bed were her temple.

Vi used to tell you that you were the only one who made her feel like she could truly be herself. Yet, she also told Caitlyn she loved her right before coming over to sleep with you.

The crush on Vi had started the very moment you met, back when destiny forced you to work together on a university project.

Regret hit you the second Vi started flirting openly with her. And you regretted not telling your best friend about your feelings for Violet the moment you saw her getting ready for their first date.

Then again, living in the shadow of Caitlyn Kiramman was nothing new. You were used to being the second choice, the consolation prize whenever someone couldn't reach her level.

A dark part of you secretly loved how Vi made you feel. As if, for the first time, you were actually winning against your best friend. But that feeling never lasted long enough.

"It's just... it's not fair to Caitlyn."

A scoff escaped Vi’s lips.

"Sure, the whole thing is a bit messed up. Come here." She sat up, reaching out to kiss your neck, but you pulled away before her lips could brush against your skin. If you had let her touch you, there would be no turning back.

For a natural-born fighter, Vi was terrible at facing the consequences of her actions. It was obvious from the way she refused to break up with Cait, even though you had begged her to do it.

Then again, you weren't doing anything to stop her self-destructive habits either. You simply allowed her to drag you down with her.

"I’m serious, Violet," you snapped. "We can't keep doing this."

"And yet, you always come back to me." You could practically feel that stupid smirk against your shoulder right before she kissed it. "Come on, stop pretending you don't enjoy this."

It was hard to tell what annoyed you more: her arrogant attitude, or the fact that she didn't even hesitate to tell you the brutal truth.

"Leave..." you demanded. Her fingers stopped tracing circles on your skin instantly.

"What?"

"Please just leave, Vi," you repeated, trying your best to hide the pain in your voice.

It was painful how quickly she gave up. You hated the fact that Vi didn’t even try to fight to stay, and you had to fight the urge to run after her and beg her to come back to bed before the front door clicked shut.

Regret washed over you as you lay there, thinking about all the bad decisions you had made just to get Vi to look at you. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

fat hands

i'm sorry, i was an idiot

i love you more than anything sweet girl

i'm gonna break up with caitlyn

And just like that, you believed her again. Her vague promise brought a temporary sense of peace. It would probably be hard for both of you, but you felt sure you could get through it together.

That is why it makes absolutely no sense right now. Out of nowhere, she starts calling over all the guests at the party Caitlyn organized, acting as if she is about to make a huge announcement.

Every instinct tells you to signal her to stop. None of this makes any sense, but your body completely freezes, unable to move even though your mind is screaming.

All you could do was stand in silence, taking a slow sip of your wine while waiting for the worst to happen.

But nothing could have prepared you for reality. It was far worse than any of the catastrophic scenarios dancing through your head.

Right there, in front of everyone, Vi dropped to one knee before Caitlyn. She pulled a velvet box from her pocket, revealing a ring that sparkled just as brightly as her eyes did every time she looked at her now-fiancée.

Fortunately, the entire room was swept up in the excitement, everyone rushing to congratulate the newly engaged couple. The loud celebration acted as the perfect cover; nobody noticed when you slipped away, unable to bear the suffocating weight in your chest. There simply wasn't enough air left in the room to keep you standing.

She didn't want to lose you, but she wouldn't choose you either. That was Violet Lanes, completely unpredictable, even when you knew things would end in disaster.

Perhaps it was a mix of broken emotions, but a twisted sense of victory washed over you when, just minutes after the chaos downstairs, Vi came looking for you. She found you hiding in one of the guest bedrooms.

"Fuck off!" you snapped the moment her shadow crossed the doorway.

"Look, I know you’re mad, but you have to understand—"

"There is nothing to understand, Violet!" you yelled, your voice cracking. "There’s nothing left to say. You made everything crystal clear downstairs."

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know why I did it! It was just an impulse. Things with Cait have been going downhill, and I just wanted to fix it somehow."

She stepped forward, reaching out a hand to cup your face, but you immediately flinched away, slapping her hand down.

"So you proposed to her?" you mocked, finally giving up the fight against the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Right after telling me you were going to break up with her? What is wrong with you, Violet?!"

You should have stopped her when her hands grabbed your face, pulling you into a hungry, desperate kiss. Instead, your hands instinctively wrapped around her neck, letting her tongue slide past your lips without her even having to ask.

She pinned you against the wall, using her knee to part your legs and press against you, forcing a soft gasp from your throat.

"What the hell?"

Caitlyn’s voice shattered the room, tearing the two of you apart.

Synopsis: The two of you have been together for five years, married for four. So in love you two married quickly, maybe while you were still in the honey-moon phase. Though now life is getting... boring, sure Vi is a great partner in the sense that she is a provider and she always comes home to you, she never shows interest in other women. Though you miss the intimacy, the closeness and excitement the relationship once had. So you propose a deal, you have 6 months to fix the relationship, or get a divorce.

Wc: 1.9

Warnings: Blue!collar!Vi, lots of fluff, Vi is a lover girl, oral + fingering (r!receiving), nipple play, slight manhandling, Vi orgasming untouched, humping + grinding, aftercare. And a happy ending!

⠀ ⊹₊˚.⠀ Manchild ⊹₊˚.⠀

inspired by sabrina carpenter's song, 'manchild' <3

๋ in which vi is a little bit incompetent. she doesn't know her right from her left, how to jump start a car, you're pretty sure she left her brain somewhere and forgot it. good thing she's cute.

"Oh boy."

You and Vi have been stranded on the side of the highway for the past hour and a half, due to Vi forgetting to get gas. You reminded her about ten times and each time she replied with, "Yeah babe I know." You should have figured.

"Vi call for help."

"Who do I call?" She cannot be serious right now.

"Vi who else?"

The silence was the answer. You swear half of her brain isn't there. How can someone be so sexy yet so dumb?

You and Vi haven't been together that long. You've been going on dates for about three weeks now, and the two of you made it official last week. A friend of yours set the two of you up, she claimed, "You both have so much in common!" Now you're wondering what exactly was she referring to.

"Do I call firefighters?"

Unbelievable.

"Oh shit my phone is broken"

"How? We've just been standing here."

"I dunno." Vi shrugged.

You sighed as you walked over to where she was standing. You reached for her phone and she handed it to you. You looked at the device in your hand. You held onto the power button for maybe four seconds and the screen lit up with a battery symbol in the middle. Signaling that the phone is dead.

"Vi it's not broken it's just dead. Where's your charger?"

"I left it."

"Where?"

"At home."

"For fuck sakes."

It was up to you to made sure the two of you got to your house safely. You would have gone to Vi's but she lost her keys. (How can she function on her own??)

The two of you are trying to cook dinner together, since you obviously weren't going to make it to the restaurant for your planned date. You washed the chicken while Vi was looking for seasoning, It's been four minutes so far and she still hasn't located any of the seasonings while you had already finished your part.

"Vi did you find the seasoning yet?"

"I think so."

"What do you mean you think?"

"I found the pepper you asked for."

You turned around from the sink and walked over to where Vi was. You looked down at the counter and your eyes were met with pepper yes, but not the pepper you asked for.

"Vi where the in the world did you find pepper spray?"

She shrugged her shoulders while wearing a puppy dog face, so cute but she gives you a headache. But somehow the cute manages to outweigh everything. You don't know how you got so lucky buy you're so insanly grateful at the same time.

Couple days later you and Vi were at the beach together just having a nice relaxing time. You surely thought noting could go wrong with the two of you just sitting in the sand. Right?

"Help!"

You picked up your head and removed your sunglasses, you assumed Vi would be sitting in the beach chair next to you but she naturally wasn't where she was supposed to be. You got up from your chair and started walking closer to the shore. There you saw Vi tangled in seaweed. Naturally.

"Should I even ask what happened?"

"I don't think you want to know."

You helped Vi out of the seaweed imprisionment and the two of you walked back to where you both were sitting. You let out a deep sigh, hopefylly no more "happy" accidents.

As a couple hours past by you found yourself coming to a consistent sense of relaxation, you begin to drift off to sleep but a familiar voice woke you up.

"Uh babe?"

"Yes baby?"

"I think I got sunburnt."

A puzzled expression found your face, "You think?"

"Uh."

Opening you eyes you turned to your girlfriend and did in fact see her fully sunburnt.

"I thought you put on sunscreen babe?"

"I did! Maybe it just didn't work?" Vi started scratching the red itchy spots.

You sqautted her hand away, "Well don't scratch it." You got up and searched through Vi's beach bag to see what exactly she put on her body and she did put something alright.

"Baby this is sun oil not sunscreen."

"It's the same right?" Vi stared up at you with a hopeful expression, you instanly felt bad. Gosh she's cute.

"No baby sun oil is for tanning and you just sat in the sun with oil on your body for hours so that'll have the opposite effect for what you want." You explained.

"Aw man." Vi sighed feeling defeated while you ruffled her hair. Your silly girl.

The sky has darkened as Vi drove down the street. The two of you left and are now on your way home after a long beach day, you had the window rolled all the way down while the music from the radio played softly.

Vi's hand reached over to your side and squeezed your thigh, "I know i can be a lot baby so I'm just grateful you're not sick of me yet."

You squeezed her hand back while looking into her eyes as Vi paused at a stoplight, "I could never be sick of you. Don't you ever forget that."

Vi sometimes might get a little lost in the clouds but no matter what you want her she and she wants you.