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teen vi was deffff running around the lanes whistling at any pretty girl she saw saying some "hey cutie!" n when they'd turn around she'd short-circuit and somehow manage to trip over her laces and face plant on the ground

"AN INCH AWAY FROM MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS" | vi x reader

"Quit going through my shit."

Vi had become bored and decided to rummage through your closet. She had pulled out a few items that were now sprawled around her. "It's like I'm an archeologist, going through loss items -"

You cut off your best friend by launching a pillow at her. "Shut the fuck up."

we still talk about you intro vipple 😪

i think the way the creators made vi have the two sides of her face represent her personality so distinctly is the most creative and perfect way they could of gone with her character design, one side is unscarred and hidden by her hair; can be shown how she’s gentle and able to be vulnerable to those she’s closest with, but only if she feels safe to let her guard down, the other side is scarred and revealed; how she’s portrayed herself to everyone, the strongest, the one who protects, emotionless, brave, and hot-headed altogether. her story lies just by looking at her, and i think that’s beautiful.

cute little painfully nerdy 2000s ellie williams x popular bimbo fem reader

ellie sat hunched over her lunch tray, poking at her soggy curly fries with a spork that had seen better days. her glasses were already sliding down her nose, but she didn’t care—her green eyes were glued across the room.

you were sitting with your boyfriend.

your boyfriend, who had the personality of a ‘home depot bucket’.

your boyfriend, who just smacked your ass in front of the whole table.

ellie’s pen shook in her grip as she kept doodling, her sketchbook open between her tray and a half-empty dr pepper. the drawing? you.

　i know for a fact ellie reaaaaaally appreciates a big ol' pair of tits.

don't get me wrong, she also loves a booty to grab onto…but boobs? mouth watering immediately. her fascination with said body part might actually come, aside from all the horniness, from not having big—or even medium sized—ones herself.

she didn't get the experience of being bored and jiggling them like jell-o or just squeezing them and it breaks my heart ok.

you two watching tv? hand on your tit to be able to focus on the plot of whatever's playing. ( she ain't watching )

she's reading a comic or simply on her phone? well, she's also multitasking by using them as a squishy. sometimes using her thumb and index finger to toy with your nipple. her own hand moving instinctively from doing it so often.

and don’t get me started on the sight of them bouncing on her face while you ride the strap. god damn, she could die like that and be so fucking happy. the glisten on your skin from the sweat she caused made you look even hotter and she thanked any god out there for the fact she was sitting down because otherwise she would've fallen.

she gets so nasty.

the amount of filthy things she's capable of moaning when she gets to see your boobs from whatever position is insane, way more than usual. words slurred against them as she sloppily kisses your skin. a titjob and she goes feral.

anyhoo.

forget about wearing a bra at home, babe. she'll complain ( whine ) every single time. I mean, why would you cover your chest with something like that? it's like putting a piece of cardboard on your favorite, softest pillow—so annoying and uncomfy. her hands are the best bras, I promise !!

and omg, don’t wear anything too tight or revealing in public unless you want her looking like a kicked puppy the entire day. she gets it, she really does—you can wear whatever you want but deep down? she kinda wants to be the only one who gets to stare… why’s that guy staring at you like that? why does that girl look like she’s about to risk it all?

( if she was a stranger she would risk it all too, ngl. )

she’ll wrap an arm around you so fast. it’s protective but also a little smug, as if to say "yup! I pulled her first, motherfucker."

sometimes when ellie comes home, looking tired and frustrated with her shitty coworkers, the moment you greet her with that soft smile and a hug, her hands will immediately sneak their way under your shirt pulling you as close as possible.

“everyone's so annoying…” she sighed against your collarbone, closing her eyes to enjoy your scent and the feeling of your skin against her lips. not even bothering to explain her day at work.

those are the nights where she doesn’t stop at just holding them. she’s kissing her way down, taking her time, sucking marks into the soft skin, murmuring between kisses about how much she loves them—how much she loves you.

the way she looks up at you through her lashes makes your knees a little weak. she’ll stay there, lazily sucking, her hand kneading the other until she feels the tension melt out of her body while she manages to mumble a very sleepy as her eyes start to close, “hm, stop laughing...”

she will get embarrassed in the morning if you remind her that she literally fell asleep from sucking on a nipple but oh, boy was it worth it.

masterlist

⸙ loser!ellie who's actually a fucking loser and I mean it.

⸙ loser!ellie who lets out a genuine snort at every brainrot tiktok she sees like she's ten years old. a nugget with a roblox face screaming until the speaker of her phone sounds weird? yup, she's sending it to dina and jesse while almost peeing her pants.

⸙ loser!ellie who swears she doesn't like 'stupid shit like league of legends' but has it on her phone and plays every night.

⸙ loser!ellie who went to a halloween party dressed like johnny cage while riley dressed up as mileena—ellie tried to do a split like he does in the game and almost died—the amount of fake blood on her clothes was a pain in the ass to wash and the lady at the laundry gave her weird looks :/

⸙ loser!ellie who has posters of her favorite videogames, comics and music artists older than her own mother everywhere on her dorm walls which have been there since she moved in. ( sometimes spiders crawl out from under the posters but okay. )

⸙ loser!ellie who uses the same shirts that have food, ink and mystery stains every day. even to go to class, she just hides them under hoodies that are as equally overused and spent but smell better. if she's feeling fancy she might put on a sports bra but most of the time she doesn't even bother. why even try? she's just in a corner doodling.

⸙ loser!ellie who procrastinates until the day before an essay’s due because she is smart and can do it in a few hours. god gives the highest iq to random individuals it seems.

⸙ loser!ellie who spends all day in her dorm, smoking, drinking monster and playing on her pc like an unemployed forty year old even if she's in her twenties. she def has a headphone dent at this point so hopefully she'll never go bald.

⸙ loser!ellie that has a shitty gaming set but spends most of her time on it. cursing and yelling at jesse, who's laughing the entire time, through her saturated mic on a discord call while they play mk1.

⸙ loser!ellie who makes a mess by fingering herself in that same gaming chair until she squirts, watching awfully written lesbian porn that's definitely made for men but hey, pussy is pussy. even if the moaning is annoying and she can hear the camera man giving the girls directions. yuck.

⸙ loser!ellie is absolutely convinced she knows how to make a girl cum for that same reason. if she makes herself squirt with just her fingers she'll obviously make a girl go insane with both her mouth and fingers. ( she's a virgin scared of intimacy and with no bitches. )

⸙ loser!ellie who knows her dorm is filthy; clothes used a month ago still laying on the floor near her bed, cans everywhere because she wanted to make a monster-can-gun like the ones on pinterest, unfinished joints on her nightstand because her stupid ass rolls a new one every time, and old constellation bedsheets she's had since she was fourteen. jeez, she needs to get rid of those, the color's all faded and you can barely read what they say.

⸙ loser!ellie who acted all confident and unbothered when you asked if she could tutor you at her place for finals because this bastard has amazing grades.

⸙ loser!ellie who took showers every morning and night for days until your visit just in case the lack of daily showers the months before were noticeable. she's really thankful she already cut her hair a few weeks ago because she would've messed it up if she were to do it now, too much pressure. she also had to deep clean her room and burrow incense from dina to get rid of any funky smell. yeah, no, she's totally not panicking !!

⸙ loser!ellie who also tries to act unbothered when you finally come over, pretending that your tank top and shorts aren't making her thoughts go to less appropriate places. jesus christ, she's no better than a man.

⸙ loser!ellie who has to clear her throat every five words as she explains the subjects, mentally cursing herself for not being able to take her eyes away from you. she can feel the sweat on her back from the insufferable heat on her freckled skin. please don't notice the way she's blushing like an idiot.

⸙ loser!ellie who thinks for days about the way you smile and thank her every time you leave. the image burned into her brain like a tattoo. the one on her forearm seems ugly compared to your sweet face.

⸙ loser!ellie who is ashamed but uses the sweater you forgot on her pillow to grind her embarrassingly wet pussy against it after thinking about you all night anyway. it so soft and smells just like you, she just can't help it !! she's gonna give it back…eventually. you just gotta ask for it because she plans on using it as much as she can.

masterlist

cw : somno ⋆ no dialogue | 1k words .ᐟ

ellie has your face everywhere—most of her journal pages, random papers and literal paintings—so it's no surprise she uses any moment of quietness to draw you again.

you're on the couch reading? she's already sitting on the other end of the room, journal in hand, focused on getting the proportions right.

you took a cute polaroid? well, she has it handmade on paper, right on the cork board above her bed. she tried to be fancier and draw it with a pen instead of her usual pencil.

you're outside, paying attention to some plants ? ellie's on the window, sketchbook resting against her knee, trying to capture the way the sunlight hits your face.

and now, while you're asleep—soft breaths, limbs relaxed, the thin straps of your nightgown slipping just slightly off your shoulder. ellie’s at the edge of her bed, journal balanced in her lap, pencil gliding over paper in slow, careful strokes.

she wants to get it perfect. the shape of your lashes against your cheek, the slightly parted lips, the tousled hair, the way your fingers curl slightly around the blanket. her eyes drifted lower as she observed every feature she was about to practice with.

hm, the blanket’s in the way.

ellie bit her lip, shifting in place. you wouldn’t mind if she just…moved it a little, right? just to capture the shape of your hips, the smoothness of your thighs—purely for artistic purposes, obviously.

god. you’re barely wearing anything.

the nightgown’s ridden up, exposing soft skin and the faintest trace of lace beneath. ellie swallows hard, heat prickling at the back of her neck. this is fine—fine—she’s just drawing, after all. she can be normal about this.

but the moonlight catches on the curve of your chest, the delicate rise and fall with each breath, and suddenly her hands feel clumsy, shaky even, like she’s trying too hard to keep it together.

okay ellie, just focus on the drawing. yeah, you can do that. just…anatomy lesson!

working on sketching the full view of your ass shouldn't make her stomach feel this way. she's seen it a hundred times already. but the way you're there, completely unaware of the fact you're the muse of her rather intimate drawing gives her a tingly feeling.

man, drawing soft nipples is kinda complicated. it would be easier if they were hard.

thankfully ellie knows how to solve a problem, especially this one.

as carefully as she could she got up, trying to avoid moving the bed and waking you up. slowly going to stand next to your side of the mattress—hand sliding the straps of your nightwear down to get even easier access. now it's better, she can fully see your boobs and draw then correctly… but yeah, maybe hard nipples would be more convenient. just saying!

she kneeled beside the bed, heart thudding a little too fast, and reaches out—just barely grazing the curve of your breast with the back of her knuckle. the touch is feather-light, almost not there, but even that makes heat curl low in her stomach.

nothing.

no reaction.

you’re still lost in sleep, lashes fluttering faintly against your cheeks.

okay, just a little more.

her thumb brushed over your nipple—gentle, desperately hoping you're deeply asleep—until she felt it harden beneath her touch. a quiet exhale escaped her lips, half in triumph, half because the sight of you like this makes her head spin and her belly tingle even more.

that's better.

she told herself it’s all for the sake of the sketch as she retraces the lines in her mind, committing every detail to memory before she pulls her hand away. but she hesitates—because how could she not? the skin under her fingertips is so warm, so soft, and there’s a sweetness in the air that makes her crave more.

god, she shouldn’t. she should sit back down, finish the drawing like a normal person would, and stop being a complete perv about it.

but instead, her thumb drags across the sensitive peak again—slower this time. watching the way your body shifts under her touch sends a sharp pulse of heat through her. she bit her lip hard enough to hurt, like it’ll ground her, stop her from taking things further.

that's obviously not working because her thumb keeps moving and her lips are slightly parted now, so focused on your body and the subtle reactions it has.

she's just making sure she’s getting every detail right in the sketch. that’s all. no big deal.

but her pulse is hammering so hard, heat coiling low in her belly as she watched the way your body reacts, the way your chest rises just a little sharper when her thumb flicks over your nipple again. she swallowed hard. It’s barely anything, just a subconscious response, but it makes something tighten inside her. maybe you like it, maybe you're dreaming about it, maybe—

her breathing got heavier but barely audible over the quiet rustle of sheets as you shift in your sleep. Her eyes flick to your face, searching for any sign of wakefulness.

just one more touch wouldn’t hurt, right?

her fingers ghosted down your ribs, following the shape of you like she’s still sketching—just without the pencil this time. when she reached your hip, her grip firmed slightly, just to feel the give of soft skin beneath her palm.

her thighs automatically pressed together, making her feel the wetness in between them soaking the fabric of her underwear.

this is bad. so, so bad.

but you’re right there, pliant and warm under her hands, and the temptation is overwhelming.

ellie’s breath hitched as she lets her hand dip lower, tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. the fabric so thin, and she wonders—shit, ellie, stop.

but then you shift again, a sleepy, barely-there hum escaping your lips as your thighs part just slightly, and she’s gone.

she needs to go to the bathroom and take care of it… sigh.

masterlist

⠀︵⠀SEVIKA PERIOD!COMFORT ౨ৎ

HEADCANONS ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika hasn’t experienced cramps in years. she never feels the pain… but she can’t imagine how hard it is and wants to make the next few days easier for you

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika always washes your clothes and bed sheets. she doesn’t want you lifting a finger, but more importantly she doesn’t want you feeling any embarrassment. It’s normal and she reassures you that it’s normal

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika try’s her best to buy the best products for you. she takes her time looking at higher quality items and does not care how expensive it is. sevika doesn’t like when you take pain meds either... she knows there’s other options to relieve your pain

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika knows you rather snack away. but she doesn’t like that. she try’s her best to prepare at least three meals a day. she’ll still run to the store at 2am if you craved a specific snack without complaining

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika can’t help, but feel guilty leaving you at home by yourself. she knows your hormones / emotions are skyrocketing. she knows you worry about her safety more than usual and try’s to push finishing her work faster so she could clock out on time

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika loves to stay up and watch movies with you. even if it’s a bit cheesy.. she knows you’ll most likely cry at the end. she can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. her favorite thing ever is knowing you won’t even finish the movie, you’ll fall asleep with your head on her lap

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika always suggest you take baths instead of showers so you don’t have to stand. she loves to sit at the edge of the tub and give you a relaxing message. using her heavy handed hands to her advantage and making you feel less tense in your shoulders and arms. she loves to message run her hands into your hair as well

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika can’t help herself from letting you sleep in. she will literally let you sleep in till the sun is setting. holding you close and cuddling you the entire time. she traces circles on your back and leaves kisses on your stomach

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ you find it a bit embarrassing but sevika would rather help you relive your pain then let you take pills that will make you feel more drowsiness. it’s always her idea more then yours & she loves to make you feel more pleasure instead of pain

‎⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ sevika takes her time whenever she’s giving. she does not care if it becomes too messy. if anything she likes the view and gets excited at how needy / sensitive you become are around this time of the month

1950s Butch-Femme wedding, seen in Before Stonewall (1984)

# cw ! fem!reader. sub!jinx. dom!reader. established relationship. phone sex/masturbation. dirty talk. jinx just really loves ur voice lol. rushed with absolutely no substance i just wanted to get smthing out <3

her name flashes across your screen, the sharp trill of your ringtone breaking the stillness of the night. it’s 1 am, too late for casual calls. you’re seeing her later, planning to take her out for a few drinks at her favorite bar, so what couldn’t wait?

still, you don’t hesitate. you never do. with a quiet sigh, you accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“jinx?”

no answer. just a breath—slow, heavy. then the faint scrape of her clearing her throat, the static of hesitation crackling between you. you shift, the sheets rustling beneath you as you settle in. “you okay?” your voice is soft and careful. jinx is a lot of things—loud, often reckless and impossible to pin down— but quiet isn’t usually one of them.

another breath, deep and shaky, rushes down the line. “yeah.” she says, but it’s a little too quick, too rehearsed. you dont push, instead you let the silence stretch, giving her space to fill it and perhaps give you a better idea.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀ 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘/ 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀ

18+ minors dni

content warnings: public sex, fingering

ᰔᩚ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ᰔᩚ

heading to the movies and naturally thinking about sevika. piltover definitely has thee most luxurious movie theaters ever. and now that she’s on the council with free access—sevika absolutely loves bringing you to the movies. she hates opening nights, all the crowds and even some people from the newspaper trying to get pictures of any councilor.

Girls with a tooth gap eat good pussy, you cannot convince me otherwise.

oh, abigail anderson adjusting her glasses, sliding them up the bump of her nose with two fingers of her left hand—the one with her watch. a slight flex of her bicep with the movement, her white shirt just tight enough to make it noticeable.

just hot!! hot!!

So hey, I’m actually a masc that’ll blush at the slightest notion of praise, will absolutely get wet if you lower your voice at me, but I’ll also pick you up and fuck you into a wall if you beg for me soooo

Elliecore and vicore

I know that the animation studio wanted to desexualize the female characters in Arcane as much as possible which as a radical feminist I can appreciate. But as a Sevika fan, taking away the chest tattoo boob window crop top combo is actually really fucking unfair to women

THAT'S SUCK A WASTE???? SHES SO FUCKIN HOT????? SEVIKAAAAAAAA, holy fucking shit i need her