a/n: at first i was a little hesitant because i’m not used to writing sub!characters but the moment i opened my laptop the words came out like vomit… i wish vi was real too, and i may become a sub!vi truther (maybe). here’s my take on a desperate subby vi, hope you enjoy it !! 💓💓
usually, vi tends to be the more dominant one in the relationship. you’re more than happy with it, especially since it always ends with you receiving more orgasms than you could ever want in a single sitting.
and even though you’re more than satisfied, you can’t help but beg the question: who pleasures the pleasurer?
you’ve asked vi about this a number of times, but she’s always brushed it off, saying she’s always more comfortable giving you pleasure than receiving it.
“you’re my pleasure, doll,” she’d always say, stroking your hair and giving you one of those lopsided smirks she loves giving. “i already feel good when you’re underneath me, moaning like a little slut.” she’d run her thumb along your bottom lip and slip it into your mouth, resting it heavily on your tongue as her scarred lip stretches into a smile. “keep being my good girl, and i’ll always be happy.”
consider college roommate!vi who is the star of the rugby team and just such a fucking jock about it, spends hours at the gym, has pre and post workout drinks and never closes her door when she’s blasting rock music, leaves pink hair dye on the bathroom counter, stains the tub when she gets drunk and tries to redo her roots, calls you everything but your name – sweetcheeks, dollface, cupcake, princess – isn’t shy about her hookups, doesn’t even bother to apologize the mornings after another pretty cheerleader scampers out of her room, shrugs and winks when you come out of the bathroom with a tiny thong dangling off your finger that’s clearly not either of yours.
college roommate!vi who does kickboxing on the weekends and teaches a kid’s course at the local gym. the first time you go there to drop something of her’s off as a favor, you can’t help but stare at the way she laughs and chases the kids around, so gentle with her movements, so careful, guiding their punches, correcting their forms. and the kids love her – it’s so easy to see, the stars in their eyes, the color high in their cheeks, the way the girls cluster around her legs and the boys are constantly vying for her approval, how she tries her best to divide up her attention equally between all of them.
It’s so wild to me how they gave vi such beautiful features but we’ll probably never hear them be praised on screen bc only femmes are allowed to be admired for being beautiful
Like they really gave her such big pretty eyes, gorgeous heartshaped lips, long lashes, a soft heart shaped face, a pretty voice and I doubt it’ll ever be addressed.
Exactly why I’ll continue to talk about how beautiful and special she is to me.
cw: fem reader, funny and silly situation, drabble, mention of spank, vi ashamed.
ekko’s hiding place was relatively quiet, except for the sound of metal tools clinking and the occasional scattered conversation. you’d been wandering around, trying to find something useful to do, but your attention kept drifting toward vi.
ur sat on the floor between her spread legs, loosely gripping her wrist as she holds three fingers on your tongue, your saliva soaking her hand.
your watery eyes stare up at her, gasping when she pulls her fingers out, and instead wrapping her wet hand around the toy connected to the harness around her hips, stroking the length of the silicone
u stare intensely, your thighs squeezing together as your nails scratch at your skin. the way her veins protrude beautifully from under her skin, following down her arm and then disappearing into her soft skin. you pant pathetically, whimpering ever so often as she combs her fingers through your hair, guiding your head closer. ur mouth instinctively opens and she smiles at the sight, watching as you more than happily took her into your mouth
n she groans as if she can feel you, feel your tongue running over the underside of the cock, and she swears she almost can. you let out a muffled moan as she tightens her grip in your hair, forcing you down further on the toy n you gag, more spit leaking and soaking it.
you keep expecting a smug comment, but she’s waaay too entranced on how you look, how big ur eyes were, your eyebrows turning up as your hand slips between your thighs to ease the almost painful ache. it was borderline gross, but her hips continue to twitch and grit her teeth, and to know you’re getting off just from this— yeah
