hey guys, I’m mentally getting better 😖 thank you all for the support, I genuinely love you all loads and realise when I don’t post people are waiting for me, and it brings me motivation to keep sharing my creativity with people who love it most. I hope you’re doing equally as well, and I can’t thank you all enough for still being here and making me feel welcomed and wanted 🥹🙏 I’m slowly trying to write more stuff, as I am still struggling at times.
Nsfw — fluff , smut, fingering, cunninlingous, nerd!vi x afab!reader , nicknames used; baby , short but sweet , etc
• Nerd!Vi who is constantly drowning herself in burrows of books like an otter making itself a home. Whether it’s lying entrapped between your thighs, fingers making an uneven mess of her hair, she always has a book clutched to her palm as if her mind was a constant live wire for consuming knowledge.
• Nerd!Vi who sometimes can’t focus on studying when you’re in her room. One session of trying to seal the information into her mind quickly turns into your tongue sealing her wet folds into curling beneath the desk, urging her to stay determined in the midst of her studying.
• Nerd!Vi who is always yapping about being ‘street-smart’ when she’s just as equally book smart. You always have to stifle a soft snort when she tries to act like she doesn’t whine when she hasn’t researched something new in a while.
• Nerd!Vi who can’t help but interrupt a conversation and say ‘well, scientifically…’ when she’s about to disprove something she disagrees with. Most people groan at it, however her argument never gets dismissed.
• Nerd!Vi who knows exactly how to pleasure a lady from the depths of her research in biology. You swear the woman has her own lab stored somewhere, because with the way her fingers always hit your cervix right, making you cum quickly without hesitations, you were convinced she had practiced this one too many times.
• Nerd!Vi who gets frustrated when she doesn’t understand the topic right away. You always see it in the sweet girls eyes when the knowledge refuses to sit and register in her head. She starts to doubt herself, but you’re always there to remind her knowledge doesn’t always prosper immediately in the mind.
• Nerd!Vi who you catch researching stuff late at night. She’s the type of person to get an unanswered thought before going to bed and has the unwavering desire to figure out the answer to it otherwise the poor thing just can’t sleep. You always hear her shuffling next to you when it happens—the creak of the bed, the steady breathes as if fearful of waking you up, and the sudden desk lamp thriving alive when she’s already typing into her laptop.
• Nerd!Vi who is just as obsessed with games as she is with books. When she’s not over explaining a topic to you, she’s begging you to split the screen in minecraft together, begging you to slow down when you race past her in Mario kart.
• Nerd!Vi who’s a sucker for your attention and validation and she knows exactly how to get it.
• Nerd!Vi who loves being praised and called a ‘smart girl’ by you. Even if it’s just a mere murmur escaping you, she’s can’t help but puff her chest out with pride knowing you think she’s smart in all the right areas. In short, it turns her on deliciously.
• Nerd!Vi who likes to act all big and mighty until she’s melting underneath you. She still wears that mischievous spark in her eyes, one that ignites your own fire, but the second you praise her she melts like butter dissolving in a sauna, the earlier stubbornness washing off completely.
• Nerd!Vi who pathetically needs your validation like a dog waiting for its owner. She won’t say it outright, even when you’re not looking, but she always hopes your watching whenever she debates someone about a topic she’s well engulfed in just so you can watch with that amused, subtly prideful glint in your eye
• Nerd!Vi who begs to eat your pussy. “Please, it’s for research baby you know how important it is to me.” She would claim, all while you stared at her with a degrading look that had her own pants coming off in seconds instead.
• Nerd!Vi who is dangerously obsessed with the backrooms. You’re convinced if you were both to (somehow) end up there, Vi would easily make it out alive, even if there was no option to.
• Nerd!Vi who sometimes apologises when she overexplains stuff too much, or thinks she’s annoying you. You reassure her, of course, letting her know with a heated kiss that you love her just the way she is.
• Nerd!Vi who is just as obsessed with you as you are with her.
loser vi headcannons because i can't get enough of her ♡
｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who constantly needs to be in your space. has to lay her head on your stomach and write notes when you're studying together. has you slumped on her chest when she's playing a game on her ps4 (the sims, introducing you to her lesbian cat couple) or telling you to stop laughing at her when she gets stuck on a hard part in tlou.
loser vi who's so pussy drunk it's almost unbelievable. she's constantly asking to eat you out and giving you her puppy eyes, unzipping your jeans or pulling up your mini skirt with side of her face resting against your plush thigh. she can never chose between sucking and licking at your clit or fucking you with her tongue, acting like every time she eats pussy will be her last.
loser vi who has a kink for hair pulling (WHAT who said that...)
loser vi who gets a sore throat from moaning so much when you tug at her cherry pink hair, her hands holding onto the creaking headboard of her bed for support whilst you're fucking her from behind. she always complains about it after, making you baby her when she's sucking on one of those black current difflam lollies.
loser vi who's always washing and using those jewellery cleaning cloths on her rings after she's been around you because half the time she doesn't bother taking her rings off when she fingers you. partly because she can't be fucked, partly because you need her too bad, and party because the cold metal of them feels so good. you just have to try the same with her and watch how her face scrunches up when she feels the promise ring she got you in her pussy!!
loser vi who writes down every single time you two are gonna hang out, go on a date, meet, whatever on her calender with little hearts around your name, esp your birthday!! she is such a lover girl.
loser vi who squirts so easily. you'd be having a quickie in the bathroom of her dads bar after you told your friends the two of you were gonna have a cigarette and freshen up. miss girl is STRUGGLING to not moan or whine too loudly when her jeans and boxers are pulled down enough for you to press your nose to her clit when you're lapping at her pussy, laughing at her when she does squirt after you've cleaned her up.
loser vi who feels like she can cry every time she sees you and powder getting along. the two of you are so so important to her and she's so grateful that you two share so many interests together.
loser vi who's world revolves around your boobs. grabs them and puts her head under your shirt to kiss at them and bury her face in between them when you're laying together. constantly shifting her gaze between your face and chest when you wear a shirt that makes them look nice. she asks you to flash her again when you're changing. can and will be grabbing them during sex, doesn't matter the position. first time she saw them it was like she's never seen a pair. she loves your boobies and has attempted to fit one in her whole mouth before.
loser vi who is a slut cockwarming. doesn't matter who's on the receiving end. she likes sitting and straddling your lap anyway, it's so much more fun when she's got your strap inside you!! will whine when you tell her she's being a good girl, asking you to put aside whatever you're doing so she can kiss you and try to get away with rocking her hips.
warnings: smut, oral sex, fingering, big o, vi is kind of a dick, vi is stressed tf out, vi and reader are kind of sick of eachother, this is not proofread, i really struggled writing this so if some parts esp the start are sloppy that's why, the start is really bad but it gets better, reader has a brother in this, idk why, lowkey brothers best friend trope, that's it
you know violet lane has always been a player - both literally and romantically. you can't blame all the girls on campus for eyeing at her everytime they catch a glimpse of her in the hallways or when she's playing a game with the whole school watching, not with the way her face is the most gorgeous one your eyes have ever had the privilege of looking at. you met her when your brother, who's one of her teammates introduced her to you. and jesus christ you're grateful for it.
she's stressed and has had one of the worst fucking days shes ever had and all she wants is to go to her dorm and text you to ask you to come over, not to ask you to get her shit for her because she fucking forgot it for practise. it's not like she'd want anyone else to go into her room when she's not there - you've been there at ungodly hours enough times to know where it is.
you don't know why you agreed to it in the first place, maybe because she's your brothers best friend, maybe because you feel bad, maybe because she's fucked you dumb almost every night this week, but you're already walking through the halls in the direction of her room. the way has been poisoned into your head ever since her essence and sweet words grew in your mind like ivy.
you're quick with it, entering her familiar room with red bedsheets, fairy lights and posters, slinging the black duffel bag over your shoulder and heading to the indoor arena across the campus. it's a nice one that's not that far, not when you're texting both her and your brother at the same time to tell them that you're coming and you understand that their coach is pissed at her.
"hey, i have your shit." you call out, walking toward the pink haired girl who's sitting on one of the front benches, her eyes watching the practise game in front of her. you hear the metal she's sitting on creak when you move the heavy bag off your shoulder and place it next to her. it's another hour and thirty minutes later after she convinced you to stay and watch. you knew you had better things but it's not even like you could have said no, not with the way she was looking into your eyes and asking so nicely, and it was the same when she asked if she could come over after.
"you look so pretty." your murmur on her clit. your eyes are trained on her face and your back is sore from the curled up position you're laying in on the end of your bed, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
she sighs out as her first response to your praise - the four words she's been called and has called countless of times coming and going from other girls during situations exactly like this, though the way your breath blowed on her clit had her fighting the urge to arch her back. "jesus, sweetheart. fucks wrong with you?"
you don't mind her words, you're clever enough to know that they don't have any bite in them whatsoever. it's not like you're teasing her, you're just sucking and licking at her clit like it's gonna take all her stress about nationals away and cater all her thoughts to you.
you pull away ever so slightly, your lips detatching from her with a tiny little pop. her clits swollen and puffy from how you've been sucking and flicking your tounge on it like how you do with her bottom lip, and she's got an insane amount of her arousal practically fucking dripping down her pussy.
you tilt your head to the side so your cheek is resting plush against one of her muscular thighs, your action causing them to spread even more. you're sure it's one of the hottest things you've seen her do. "are you okay? you seem really stressed." you begin, moving the hand on her other thigh to mindlessly rub her clit in slow circles, earning a moan from her.
"i'm- fuck. i'm not. it's just nationals. they're coming up in like, a month or whatever." she said through sighs and little moans, your touch on her clit is frustratingly not enough and she wants to scream at you for it, and holyfuck you're fingering her.
you push yourself to sit up on your knees, your hand reaching to grasp onto her shoulder to crawl ontop of her, your other hand still busy with slowly pumping your two fingers in and out of her. you remind her of a python at times, crawling ontop of her like you want to take her entire body and soul for yourself, like you couldn't bear the thought of someone else doing so.
you move the hand on her shoulder to hold her jaw, fighting back the urge the smile when she reaches her head up to kiss you, almost in a needy way. it's not like you pull away to tease her though, instead you're swallowing her moans and whimpers like you're getting paid to do it when your lips and tongue move in sync.
"you'll be fine, vi." you reply, kissing the corner of her mouth and beginning to trail them to her cheek and jaw, despite her whimpers of protest. "yeah, it's just... a big thing." she muttered, her hands coming up to hold your wasit when she feels you speeding up the pace of your fingers. her pussy is squelching and taking it with greed and not a care in the world - grateful for the attention you're giving it after what feels like you edged her for hours, even if it was only for 30 minutes.
her moans filling your room signify in sound when you curl your fingers so far into her pussy she's squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back off your mattress just barely enough for your tummies to touch. she's always pornographicly loud when she cums, and this time its no difference whatsoever when she's absolutely soaking your fingers without a single shame in the world like it's her job.
her eyes shoot open when she feels your body on top of her begin to move back down the bed and into the position you were in on the end of the bed after she just began to calm down, quickly propping herself up on your pillow with her elbow to look down at you. "you don't- uh, have to." she spoke as soon as she feels your palm on her inner thigh, spreading them apart. "i'm just gonna clean you up." you reply, resting your cheek on her other thigh like before. it's grown into a habit with how often you rest your face on her thighs like they're pillows, which they are.
"i've gotta study. for the history test tomorrow." she protests, almost weakly. her eyes are blown wide, powder blue looking into you with a mix of both anticipation and hesitance - you can't chose the dominant one, not with how the corner of your lips curl up into a small smile at you huff of laughter. "you never study for tests." you reply, kissing her inner thigh before ultimately sitting up and laying next to her, head turned to see her face.
"you've just never seen me study." she spoke with a sigh, sitting up from the mattress just as you settled, her eyes searching for her previously forgotten pants and boxers on the floor. "you just never seemed like the type to." was your reply, your eyes fixated on her ass when she leans over to reach for her socks - the spiderman ones that go with her boxers, and both are on her body faster than you'd like.
"hey, we should study together." you tease, which earns a "fuck you" when she's walking out your door and flipping you off, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
hi!! genuinely sorry this is ass especially to the people that have been waiting for this. i honestly didn't really enjoy writing this so i think that's why?? the girlfriend version of this will hopefully be out tomorrow because i actually do have a history test to study for 😭 not sure if i'm gonna make this a series. i don't like how i made this look. pls help
I need some college girlfriend vi! what’s her major??
honestly i feel like psychology or biology. girl would almost never have any assignment or essay late. firm believer that she's always gotten b's with the occasional a in school. has glasses but never wears them. dedicates her time and joy for studying and note taking and is so neat with it 🙏 do i write about this
