#violet lanes

[maezanilla]

Little Vi and Felicia

[hereticalism]

nsfw, bunny!vi, fem!reader, tribbing, heat, overstimulation, headcannons, pwp

mindless bunny!vi who's drunk on fem!reader

taglist @firefly-ace

bunny!vi who takes the phrase "going at it like rabbits" a little too literally

"mph—vi! I can't!" you managed out between moans, pawing at her chest with watery eyes.

"fuck, mm. please, need you s'bad," she sobbed out, clearly overstimulated but not ceasing her attacks on your cunts as she ground herself back and forth and back again.

bunny!vi who never, ever takes her heat suppressants. sure, she's the dominant one in the relationship, but she gets borderline pathetic every time she's in a rut.

"baby," she whined. she pouted, nipping at your shoulder gently. "need you right now. hurts."

you who always give in because how could you say no to eyes so adorable and a body so deliciously beautiful?

bunny!vi who has the strongest sex drive in the world. sometimes before you're even all the way through the door after returning from being out, she's already ripping your clothes off and murmuring "please" and "I need to taste you"s.

bunny!vi who loves giving so much she can get off from it alone.

"vi, hah, I can't cum anymore." you mewled as she continued lapping at your cunt.

she just started licking you even faster, her eyes rolling back as your moans reached her ears.

bunny!vi who loves the taste of you more than any carrot.

[plutosmut]

My Fav roomie :)---Childhood friend!Vi x reader

warnings: weed intoxication, mentions of sexual awakenings, Vi straps reader !,perv!Vi, former tomboy!reader, somnophilia, dom! Vi, teasing, porn with minimal plot, request. childhood friends turned roomies, reader gets tied up, overstimulation, size kink if you squint reallll hard,

a/n: Lowkey combined a request with a one-shot I had abandoned because I didnt know how to start it lol. I hope you like it ! @jejjdjdk Everyone go watch revolutionary girl Utena RIGHT NOW!

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You and Vi have been friends since you were in kindergarten.

You were a shy kid, never really one to draw attention to yourself. She was the most high energy child most teachers had ever seen, never sitting still, and all of her questions gave them a headache. As these things go, you were sat next to each other, hoping that your chill attitude would rub off on her.

It didnt. In fact the exact opposite happened, you became her best friend. You were the only girl in class that was used to her rough play style, not crying when you got scraped or scratched, and you loved to go on adventures even if it meant getting a little messy sometimes.

You were her tomboy best friend, partners in playful crime, glued at the hip for what seemed like life.

But one day, it all changed.

It was supposed to be a normal sleepover. Stupid pranks and party games had fizzled out for the night, and you were both getting ready for the final part of the sleepover: watching whatever anime you were currently hyper fixated on.

Tonights choice? Revolutionary Girl Utena.

Vi sat stuck in your bean bag chair as the Tv that you begged your dad to hook up in your room for this very occasion illuminated her features. You were showering, as she watched the pink haired female protagonist fight the male antagonist for the affections of the other female protagonist. Something within her began to stir once she saw how deeply they looked into each others eyes, how their lips parted with want to say something but not being able to find the right words.

"History would say theyre best friends." You joked plopping down next to her--startling her a little-- body still radiating heat from your shower. Your body was pressed warm against hers, personal space not being something you both really cared about, yet something about this touch confused her.

You went on about your night completely unaware to the fact that you helped your best friend in the world realize she was a lesbian, and that she had the fattest crush on you.

Vi spent the night secretly googling what to do when youre a lesbian with a crush on your childhood best friend. None of the results helped.

New feelings are rough, and Vi did not have the emotional intelligence to deal with any of it. Being gay? She could handle that, always suspected it. Having a crush on her best friend? That was a mine field she didnt know how to cross.

Its like everything changed once she started liking you, she truly started to see you. She started to notice how she was the only one out of the both of you still rocking little boy clothes, how you started to care so much about makeup and looking put together, how girly you started acting.

It was all too much.

In your senior year of high school she started to distance herself, this crush needed to die and she was going to make damn sure it did. Unfortunately, what should have been a little break from each other turned into both of you barely speaking, and your once unbreakable bond began to bend.

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A few years later and shes standing in front of your apartment door, phone clutched tightly between her fist. She's just moved to a new city, and youve invited her to move in with you, just until she can afford her own place. You saw this a chance to reconnect with an old friend , someone who once made your heart squeeze, and you were kind of surprised when she gladly accepted the offer.

Now here she is, suitcases in hand, staring at your apartment door as she gears herself up to finally alert you to her presence. She knocks once, twice, five times with no answer, and shes beginning to think she has the wrong door. As soon as she decides to text you, rereading your message---maybe she got the address wrong?--the front door swings open your half naked frame standing there looking frazzled.

"Im so sorry, I overslept !" You pull her inside with force she didnt know you had, suit cases completely forgotten. Your arms wrap around her muscular figure, as you take a deep whiff of her scent. "I've missed you so much!" You hum from her chest, looking up at her with such big eyes, old feelings instantly rushing back to her.

"I missed you mo-more." She stutters, chastising herself for sounding so uncool. You've always been beautiful but somehow getting out of your awkward--if you can even call it that--teen phase has made you drop dead gorgeous. Her eyes take in your curves, deliciously on display for her as you stand there in nothing but a tank top and a thong.

'Follow me~" You take her to her room, then show her the bathroom, then the kitchen, and youve now looped right back to the living room. All the while her eyes are only focused on the jiggle of your ass, the softness of your voice, and the fire that has ignited in her belly. "Its small, but its home." You give her a classic smile and for a split second she get a glimpse of the old you.

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Living with Vi wasnt exactly what you expected. She's a decent roommate; always picking up after herself, her half of the rent is always on time, and you barely notice shes around, but ever since shes moved in things have been strange.

Like youve been missing a lot of panties lately, and she has convinced you that someone in your communal laundry room is taking them, even though this has never happened before.

And you dont wanna get started on the how clingy she is. Wherever you go Vi is sure to follow, even when you go to the bathroom she'll stand in the doorway just talking to you. Privacy be dammed.

You try to tell yourself its because she has no friends in this city, and you both have known each other since you were kids but this level of comfort is sending you for a loop.

And now since shes shown up, you cant seem to get any play! You tried taking her out, showing her what this city has to offer, maybe finding some cute girls for you both to take home, a hot lesbian power team. Instead, she guarded you all night, not letting a single woman get close to you.

"All those girls were lame anyways, princess." She shrugs as you confront her, eyes still glued to her console as her fingers clack away on the buttons. "Doesnt give you a right to cockblock me. I'm in the worst drought of my life because of you!" Youre frustrated, its very evident but she still just smiles a toothy grin at you, like all this means absolutely nothing to her.

She turns to you, her gaze harsh causing you to shift."I can help with that." She flirts, eye brows wiggling. You shoot her a dirty look, one she knows you dont mean, "Shut up Violet." Your use of her full first name is supposed to show her you mean business, instead it just sends a shock wave to her core.

Its not to say you were any easier to live with. It was like you were purposefully trying to drive her insane . You never wore actual clothing in the house, more often than not you were prancing around in a shirt and underwear, the shirt most times just being a mere suggestion.

She tried to look past that, chalk it up to a quirk you had based on the fact that you knew she was of no threat to you. She's your best friend. She tried to keep everything platonic, but you share a wall, and it seems that your bed is right up against it.

In the late hours of the night when you think she isnt awake, she can hear you moaning as your vibrator goes a mile a minute. And you arent normal about it either, your stamina is insane and you go round for round.

After the third time it happened she couldnt stop herself from listening in, thick fingers finding her own core as she fucked her hand thinking of you, dreaming of how good it would feel to have you under her.

She hates anyone you bring around, its not that shes possessive(she totally is) they just could never compare to her. She knew your wildest fantasies, knew what you wanted, and she could definitely fuck you better than they ever could.

There was once where you invited an old hookup over, threatening her to make herself scarce while the woman with choppy layers and awfully box dyed hair came sauntering in like she owned the place. "Wow, didnt know that was your type." She teased, hands wrapping around a bottle of water that she so needed from the kitchen, because the fully stocked mini fridge in her room is just for decoration apparently.

She stayed there the whole time too, just sipping her water dangerously slow as you both passed a joint back and forth. Your date tried offering her some as a way to ease the awkward tension, she rejected it with an "I dont smoke that shit."

It honestly was the worst date you ever experienced, and you didnt even get fucked. As you shut the door Vi looked pretty pleased with herself, powder blue eyes flashing that signature look of mischief. "Aw, she left so soon?" She puffs out her bottom lip in a mock pout as you stomp up to her, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Dont have one." She shrugs in that signature nonchalance that is currently driving you up a wall. Youre staring up at her with murder in your eyes, and she has this look, like youre playing right into her trap. Theres a pregnant pause that grips the room, taking hold of you as your chest rises and falls.

"Vi, that was my last chance to get some." Youre honest, with her around its like having your own buff boxer chastity belt, one that bites when threatened and whose mouth is slick. For just a second you see her eyes soften into something that wasnt flirtatious, that didnt scream player; genuine regret.

"You dont need to be fucking anyone thats not me anyways." Its a hushed confessions shes not sure youve heard, but you did, you heard the want in her voice, the need of the admission. Her face is back to holding that signature smirk, like she needs to believe that you didnt hear her.

You dont say anything, instead you stare at her, eyes zooming over her form. The usually confident pink haired beauty has started to crumble, shifting her weight from leg to leg as she waits for a reply. A knowing smirk graces your features as you're filled with the feeling of accomplishment, "Whatever, Violet."

That night as you lay in your bed, staring at your shared wall, core aching and needy as you run through the days events. You missed being used, being filled, being desired. Your fingers ran themselves over your skin, cold touch turning you goose skinned. You knew she was probably awake, the faint sound of random videos being played alerted you to that fact.

A dangerous idea popped into your head as you reached into your bedside drawer, pulling out the little black bullet that has seen you through your worst and best days. 'If she wanted to cockblock you, you would just have to punish her.' You turn it a setting higher than youre used to, pressing it to your clit as the sudden vibration sent chills up your spin, enough to have you gasping.

You dont try to hide your whimpers, instead you lean your head against the wall, moaning like a pornstar. "Oh Vi," You call, voice desperate on purpose, calling for her to do something. You hear the sounds of a phone falling, and shifting of a bed, the rustle of some sheets. You're hoping its the sound of victory, the sounds of a woman who can no longer take it anymore coming to fix a problem she created.

Youre getting close, furiously moving the vibrator around on your puffy nub, rolling your hips to get more pleasure. You dont notice when she slowly opens your door, open hand pushing against the wood so silently all you can hear is the sounds of the vibration. She watches you while her leg bounces, restraint slowly crumbling.

"Fuck, princess." She moans as the last little bit of self respect seeps from her body, turning into the fuel she needs to push herself to the foot of her bed. She tries to get a closer look at your creamy pussy, even tries to taste it, instead shes met with a foot to her forehead, manicured toes stopping her from getting any further.

"Nu uh, you dont get ah- any." Your body arches as she gasps, "Pl-please." Shes breathless, eyes pleading with you to at least let her smell it. "Youve been such a bad girl. You dont get a reward~." Your smile is vicious, and youre sure shes about to pass out.

Her eyes are trained on every single contraction your cunt makes, every contort of your face, every chant that leaves your plump lips, she drinks it all up, frustrated tears falling from her blue eyes.

The pathetic look on her face and the feeling of finally getting revenge on your close friend all culminating to your climax hitting you all at once, your back arching off the bed as her names leaves your lips.

You sit up instantly, chest still heaving as your fingers dip into the mess of arousal and cum that seeps from your spent cunt. You bring them to her lips, offering a taste as she stares at them in silent contemplation.

In a heartbeat shes sucking them clean, tongue wrapping around them as if she's tasting the nectar of the sweetest fruit. Violet leaks groans as she keeps your arm steady, locking your wrist in place as not to waste a single drop. "God Vivi, youre so pathetic." She moans at the childhood nickname.

She lets your fingers go, a string of arousal connecting her mouth and your digits together. "Can I please fuck you now?" Her eyes are so desperate, begging, yet you ignore them. A smirk graces your beautiful face as the word she dreads rolls of your tongue. "No."

For the next few days she refuses to make eye contact with you, in fact she tries her best to avoid you all together. She stays in her room more often, barely coming out for anything that isnt food, her need for water never returning. You feel satisfied with yourself as you slump onto the couch, kicking off your work clothes and resting in nothing but your panties, bra long forgotten on the side of the couch.

Youre back to being the alpha of the house, and hopefully she learned not to cockblock you ever again. Your eyes drift to the small baggie of weed left on your coffee table, something you hadnt noticed since your hookup all but raced out of here the week prior. "Couldnt hurt." You mumbled to yourself, rolling the weed into a joint before lighting it.

You take a hit, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling it softly. "Fuck, s'good." You giggle with a little shake, the fast acting effects of the weed start to take hold of you, move you, fill you with the easiness that only the skunky plant could.

By time Vi slinks through the door you had been asleep for at least two hours, snoring softly as you lay face down on the couch. The joint had fizzled out in the ashtray, and some movie she didnt recognized played in the background.

You looked so pretty all vulnerable, not knowing that your roommate was slowing stalking around you, staring at your sweat soaked pussy that swallowed the strings of your g-string thong. She sat next to you, kicking off her boots as her rough fingers gently pulled your panties to the side, sliding in between your folds to locate your clit.

Shes started rubbing small messy circles once she found it, eyes trained on your sleeping form as you twitch in your sleep. "Such a cutie." She whispers and she can no longer restrain herself, licking her fingers to lubricate them before placing two into your hole. You let out a small moan, not enough to wake you, but enough for your body to become aware.

"Gonna fuck you real good princess. Its what you deserve." She whispers in your ear as her fingers keep curling inside you, the pace getting harsher. "Vivi?"Your voice is hoarse, from sleep or the weed, she cant tell--nor does she honestly care. "Mhm?" Her fingers speed up, drawing all sleepiness from your body as you melt into the feeling of her working you over.

"Fuck Vi, hold on." You try to wiggle but she uses her body weight against you, pressing into you to keep you still. "Take it like a good girl baby. After all that teasing, this is what you deserve." Its a petty revenge tactic, still you have to commend her tenacity.

" 'M gonna cum!" Its choked, a mixture of a moan and a whimper fighting for dominance in your throat. "Do it. I want your cum all over my fucking fingers." She rams into you, quick enough for your cum to coat them, and for her to not even notice.

You breathe thinking its over, as your guard lowers, your ears hear the tell-tale sound of a belt being undone, and familiar feeling of leather wrapping around your wrists. She pulls it tight, tight enough so you cant break free, not tight enough to leave you in pain.

Vi flips you onto your back, tied hands pressing flush against your skin. "I wanna see your face when you cum for me again." Her thumb dips into your mouth, instinctively you start to suck, twirling your wet muscle against it.

The feeling of your trusty vibrator turned to its highest setting being placed on your clit while Vi shoves the whole of her red strap straight into your begging hole, is enough to send strong shock waves through your body, eyes rolling back as you try to close your thighs.

"Fucking take it." She growls as she hammers her cock into your sobbing cunt, your arousal leaking out of you right onto the couch. Youre shaking as your second orgasm rips through you, but she doesnt stop, instead she thrusts harder, deeper, like shes trying to scramble your thoughts.

"Ohh my gawdd~" Your eyes are still stationed at the back of your head, body arching into her touch as Vi grips your hips with such force youre sure you'll have marks tomorrow. She pushes your legs up and to your chest, her hips never faltering.

"Cant believe you were giving this pussy to a bunch of losers." A third orgasm comes and goes, further adding to your mind turning to mush. "You gonna keep giving my pussy away? Huh? Answer me slut."

Her large hand grips your face pulling you to look at her, "N-No-No." You stammer words caught in every moan that leaves your fucked out form. "Good~. Youre such a pretty girl when you submit." Your forth climax is quickly approaching and youre not sure how much more of her killer pace you can take.

"I-I cant take it!" Overstimulated and fucked out tears spew from your eyes, soaking your cheeks in evidence of her powerful hold on you. "Tell me this cunt is mine, and Ill let you cum." She slows her pace finally, still the tip of her dick keeps hitting that special spot inside of you. "Its all yours Vi." It comes out pathetic, like you were praying she would say that.

She smirks as she pulls out once, before slamming back into you. "Who do you belong to?" She fucks like shes trying to prove something, to you or to herself youre not really sure. "You...Vi. Im all yours." With one last dagger of her hips, bottoming out inside of you, youre coating her strap white with your cum.

She moves the bullet first, giving you a few good strokes before she lets the silicon cock fall from your tight cunt. She lets you catch your breath for a moment before she pecks your lips slowly, like shes testing the waters, as if she wasnt in your guts two seconds ago. You melt into the kiss, tongue licking at her bottom lip before pulling away.

"Sorry for cockblocking you, just couldnt stand the thought of anyone else having you." She pulls you into her lap, rubbing soft semi-circles along your back. "I've never been fucked like that, so consider us even." You chuckle placing kisses along her neck. "Just know, now its your responsibility to keep me satisfied, like a good roomie would."

[korn-dawg]

⨳modern!vi who buys a vibrating tongue piercing at the mall on her day off and wants to use it so so *so* bad

⨳modern!vi who can’t stop pestering you about it throughout the day, trying to get you to leave work and come home to her, texting you nonstop

⨳modern!vi who’s waiting at the front door for you, grabbing you by the shirt to bully her tongue into your mouth, ensuring you feel the smooth metal contrasting against the soft muscle

⨳modern!vi who’s so desperate to taste you, picking you up and practically tossing you onto the couch, her hands shaking with adrenaline as she pulls your skirt up to your hips and your panties to your ankles

⨳modern!vi who straight up whimpers at the taste of you, eyes shut as she runs her tongue up and down your cunt, eating you out like you’re the first meal she’s had in days

⨳modern!vi who struggles to turn the vibrating jewelry on at first, but when she gets it on, her mouth is latched around your clit, pressing the metal directly against the most sensitive part

⨳modern!vi who stares up at you, soft blue eyes clouded over with lust and adoration as she watches you cum

⨳modern!vi who doesn’t stop, fucking her tongue into you until you’re pushing her head away and kicking out in overstimulation

⨳modern!vi who pouts when you close your legs, but eventually relents and helps you get cleaned up

⨳modern!vi who cooks for you (reheats leftovers in the microwave) and lets you pick the movie afterwards as thanks

⨳modern!vi who ends up back between your thighs by the end of said movie

would this be considered bottom vi idk

(HOLY SHIT WHY DID YALL LIKE THIS ONE SM 😭)

[efflaurescence]

doors and desperation // LVD

[lizzieicecreamqueen]

Something that bothers me about post-canon Arcane fics is the fact that lots of times they completely forget abou Caitlyn's pain, physical and mental.

She was obviously stabbed by Ambessa in the eye, but some people seem to forget that she was also stabbed in the stomach; she fought with that dagger sticking out of her side and then removed it to cut Ambessa's protection bracelet thing. She had to be bleeding out from 2 open wounds until medical help came, which I assume had to take some time considering Viktor's glorious evolution attempt. So that's on the physical side, but we also have to remember that she lost Jayce, probably a brother figure to her. He was the one to reach out for her after Cassandra's death, and she easily opened up to him about it. In that line, she most likely knew Viktor aswell; at the end of the day her family were the sponsors of hextech, so she most likely grew up around him aswell. Then,there's also Mel, who always seemed very protective and sweet towards Caitlyn, understanding her pain and the way she copes. We know Caitlyn didn't grow up with many friends, and now every single person she trusted is gone, and her father is lost in his own depression. Oh, and let's not forget about the fact that Maddie literally tried to kill her, bacause, like it or not, Cait trusted Maddie. She will also have to deal with the pain of all the soldiers and citizens that died at the war, yet she'll have to pretend to be okay because she's still Piltover’s commander, and the cities are probably looking up at her, specially in moments like that.

Of course Vi's in so much pain, she lost practically everything, but we can't pretend like Caitlyn would be there for here 24/7, cause she has many things to deal with her own. That's a bit of the beautiful tragedy, in my opinion, it's a chance for Caitlyn and Vi to open up to eachother, mourn and heal together, without forgetting eachother's pain.

[katehopecore]

“you really are an overachiever”

୨ৎvi x fem!reader

୨ৎpremise: you and vi are dorm mates who come from two different worlds. you manage your time wisely in college, whilst vi spends most of her time smoking in your dorm. you can’t stand her, and she seems to like toying with you. but maybe, all it takes to break down the barrier is one shared blunt

୨ৎtags/warnings: contains SMUT (minors dni): modern university au, petnames, mild peer pressure, smoking, r getting high for the first time, flirty banter, cuddling, making out, hickeys, fingering, carpet munching, vi has a bush (but we been knew), wc: 5.2k

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧now playing: get your heart broken by king princess

────a/n: this came to me in a dream. reader is very much caitlyn-coded here because i couldn’t help myself. oh to watch caitlyn and vi’s bantering in season one for the first time again. their enemies to lovers arc was DELICIOUS. [also thank you for 1k! and in exchange, you all get 1k forehead kisses <3]

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Vi was, in a word, insufferable.

You’re convinced that she only owns a few items of clothing—a worn hoodie with your university’s logo, a sports bra or tank top, and sweatpants. And she always seemed to stink of either weed or beer.

You knew it was a mistake to not let your parents pay for you to have your own apartment. But after not really concerning yourself with proper socialization in high school, you’d thought that letting campus housing pair you with someone new could be exciting, giving you the chance to maybe make a friend. Oh, how wrong you had been.

Because Violet Lanes is not a friend. She’s a bother, an obstacle, and kind of an asshole sometimes. But certainly not a friend.

You had already been off to a rocky start on day damn one. Vi had made fun of your designer clothes as you were unpacking: “you know this is a college dorm, not a runway,” and you had fired back something to the extent of, “Well, we can’t all live in the same outfit forever like some fucking cartoon character,”

And from then on, things had been icy. Well, on your account. You couldn’t stand Vi, and you often made yourself scarce from the dorm so that you wouldn’t have to interact with her. But Vi seemed to see things a little differently.

She liked to fuck with you. She was always making barbs at your expense, studying closely to see which comments created that crease between your brows, which comments made your face go crimson. But you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she got under your skin. You couldn’t.

You actually manage to sleep in until about 10 AM that morning due to your class being cancelled. And as you pad into the kitchen in your usual silk robe, you’re granted the misfortune of spotting Vi vegging out on the sofa in the living room. And wouldn’t you guess: she’s dressed in the same tank top and sweatpants that you always seem to find her in.

“Morning, princess,” she drawls when she sees you, lifting her chin up as she speaks.

“I’m not your princess,” you spat, crossing the kitchen to start the coffee maker. Of course, you’ll have to clean out the filter first. Fucking Vi.

“Ooh. Someone didn’t get their wet food served the way they like this morning, huh?” Vi quips.

You glare at her over your shoulder, just in time to catch her switch positions on the couch, stretching her body out and folding her arms behind her head. In the process, her tank top rides up, revealing a sliver of taut skin that you pretend not to notice.

“Are you always this infuriating?” You ask her.

“That depends, princess,” Vi’s smirk sharpens, her eyes dragging over you like you’re a puzzle she already knows how to solve. “D’you always ogle me this hard?”

Your nostrils flare. “I am not and I do not ogle you.”

Vi arches one brow. “So I’m wrong?”

“You usually are,” you sniff.

When the coffee maker dings and you make quick work of preparing your coffee and starting back down the hall toward your room. As you pass by the couch, Vi’s hand darts out, catching your wrist before you can fully escape.

“Aw, c’mon,” she drawls. Her grip is loose on your wrist, but it’s there, brushing the delicate skin. You’re not sure if it’s a purposeful gesture, but you don’t want to dwell on it. “Who else is gonna tell me that I smell like a frat house? I think you care, princess.”

You stare at Vi for a long moment, wanting so desperately to smack that smug grin off her face. But you ultimately choose flight instead of fight, wordlessly continuing down the hall to your room.

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The next evening, you’ve stayed way too late in the campus library while studying for an upcoming exam. Papers, pens, highlighters, and empty coffee cups litter the table in front of you, and you’re falling asleep at the table which is how you know it’s time to leave and get some shuteye.

Your expression sours, a distinct stench of weed growing stronger the closer you get to your dorm. You’re praying that by some miracle, it’s not coming from your dorm. But as you get closer to the door, that’s where the smell is the strongest.

You’ve gotta be shitting me, you think to yourself. Then, bracing for impact, you shove the door open. God, the smell was even more pungent inside. It smelled like the walls were made of marijuana.

Vi is once again sprawled on the couch, a joint dangling from her fingers, clouding the already hazy air. She blinks up at you slowly, then grins around an exhale of smoke.

“Oh hey, princess,” she slurs slightly, waving a hand through the fog like it’s nothing. “You look…tired.” her smirk sharpens as her eyes drag over your mildly rumbled clothes and sleepy glare. “Or pissed.”

A beat, and then she holds the joint toward you with zero remorse in her gaze. “Want some?”

“You already know the answer to that,” you huff. “I’m tired. I’ve just spent all afternoon studying and all I wanted to do was come back and go to sleep. But thanks to you, now I’ll have to air out the dorm before I can even think about relaxing.” You had half a mind to snitch on Vi to your RA. And you would if it weren’t already so late.

Vi blows a stream of smoke toward the ceiling, unrepentant. “You’re the one who chose a stupid major. Not my fault you have to study for a million finals.” She takes another languid hit. “I, on the other hand, have the next few days off. So if you’re looking for sympathy—“ a pause for another lungful of smoke. “—you’re looking in the wrong place, babe.”

“Get bent.” you snarl, your hands balling into fists at your sides.

Vi leans forward with a laugh, elbows on her knees. “You wish you could bend me,”

Your abdomen gives an unwelcome flutter, which you ignore. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re a priss,” Another hit. This time, Vi blows the smoke toward you, the stream deliberately aimed for your face. “Maybe I should call you Goody Two Shoes instead. You look so stiff.”

Something comes over you then and you reach out and snatch the joint from Vi’s hand.

Vi is too high to even care. Her eyes, which had been lazily roaming your form, now snap to your face. A slow blink, and then she grins, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you had it in you, princess. Well go on. Take a hit.”

“I’m not gonna smoke it, I’m gonna flush it.” you say.

“Aww, party pooper,” Vi leans back into the couch again. “And here I thought you’d finally loosen up for once, get that stick out of your ass.”

You press your lips together, exhaling through your nose as you look between Vi and the lit joint still pressed between your fingers. Like a bloodhound, Vi sniffs out your hesitance. “…you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she challenges.

“What? No! I’m not—no.” but your eyes stray back to the joint.

Vi chuckles in response. “Sure you’re not. You’re only staring at it like a fiend, nothing big. But you’ve never even touched weed before, have you?”

You scoff. “You’d be correct. So what?”

Vi studies you from her spot on the couch. “And you probably give yourself an early bedtime too. All tucked in before nine. No drinks, no sex, no friends. Am I in the ballpark?”

“What point are you trying to make?” you snap.

“I’m saying that you’re boring, princess,” Vi grins, propping her arms behind her head. “You go to class. You study all the time. You have a perfectly manicured routine. Hell, I bet you even have those 20-step morning and nighttime skincare routines that, god forbid if you miss a step. You’ll probably have to start again from scratch, huh?”

“Sorry for caring about my skin,” you huff. “And what’s wrong with having a routine?”

“It’s boring,” Vi reiterates lazily. “You’re like…a perfect little doll, always so put-together. You gotta let loose at least once before you’re in the grave, princess.”

Vi leans forward as she continues. “You’re always so proper, but I could bet money that if someone pushed just right, you’d crack. Maybe even in seconds,”

You open and close your mouth, unsure what to say to that. Speechless for maybe the first time ever. Vi’s gaze flits from your face to the joint. “Alright, c’mon, either smoke that or give it back to me. Don’t just let it burn out.”

You sigh and start to hand the joint back to Vi, but then at the last second, you change course and bring it toward your mouth. “Fine. What…how do I do this?”

Vi’s smirk drops just for a second and her eyes widen. But she recovers lightning fast. “Holy shit, really?” her voice is low with amusement, a chuckle seeping. “You’re really doing it?”

Vi watches you take an awkward first drag. You wind up inhaling wrong and Vi barks out a laugh once your inevitable coughing fit starts. “Fuck yeah! That’s my girl!” she claps her hands like this is the best show she’s seen in years. “…now pass that back before you pass out.”

You continue to cough as you pass the joint back. Your head suddenly hurts so you sink onto the couch beside Vi, needing so desperately to just get off your feet.

Vi smirks at you. “You’re gonna feel real different here soon, princess,” she lifts the joint to her own mouth, closing her eyes as she inhales. You watch in reluctant awe as Vi exhales four perfect smoke rings. Then, she passes the joint back to you.

You take it from her tentatively. “So I just…inhale?”

“Mhm. Deep inhale, then hold it in your lungs as long as you can.” Vi watches you follow her instructions and her eyes light up at the sight. Then, you cough for about a minute straight. Again. And Vi laughs. Again.

“Stop laughing and take your thing,” you say, once you’re able to speak, handing the blunt back.

“You don’t have to take such big hits, princess. Especially since this is your first time. You’re gonna green out at this point, and I’m not dragging your half-conscious ass to your bed.” Vi leans back, appraising you. “Although, you are starting to look stoned already.”

“What?!” You fumble in your pocket for your compact mirror and flip it open. You swear at your appearance, your eyes already growing red in the margins.

Vi snorts at your horrified expression. “That’ll happen when you smoke half the blunt.”

“I didn’t smoke half! I took two…I took two…pulls…drags…puffs…whatever the word is.”

“Hits. You can just say hits,” Vi clarifies. “And two is a lot for a first-timer like you. Most people start with one and see how they feel. You really are an overachiever, huh?”

Twenty minutes later, you’ve yet to lift the back of your head from the couch cushion behind you. Vi, sprawled on the other end of the couch, has been laughing every time you’ve said anything for all of those twenty minutes.

“Has this couch always been this soft?” you muse quietly.

“It’s pretty soft,” Vi supplies. “But you’re also high,”

You roll your head to the right to look at her. “I am?”

Vi snickers and smiles at you. “Yeah, princess, you’re definitely high now,”

You look forward again, falling silent as of thinking about what Vi just said. And then, you start giggling.

“‘s something funny, princess?” Vi teases, which only makes your laughter escalate.

As she watches you dissolve into a fit of giggles, Vi can’t suppress her grin anymore. It’s the first time she’s ever seen you this unguarded. She likes this side of you. “What are you laughing about, huh?” she teases, leaning across the couch to poke you impishly in the side.

“It’s just…crazy…” you explain through your giggles. “That I was…tired before…and now I’m just not. It’s witchcraft!”

Vi snickers. “That’s what’s funny? Damn, I must’ve finally broken you.”

“Mm, maybe. You’re kinda fun, Violet,” you beam at Vi as you say it, then suddenly sit up with a gasp. “Ice cream! Do we have any?”

Vi is grateful for the jump in topics. It saves her from having to identify the unfamiliar flutter in her stomach due to you calling her by her full name. “Ice cream? It’s forty degrees out and that’s your munchie of choice—“

“Shhhh,” You press an index finger to Vi’s lips and repeat, “Ice cream,” before standing from the couch and trotting off toward the kitchen.

A lot of rummaging comes from the kitchen and then you return balancing an array of items. Namely, a tub of ice cream, a container of whipped cream, a bag of chips, and an open box of Twinkies.

Vi stares at the assortment, then glances at you with a raised brow. “You’re gonna eat all that, princess?” If she’s honest, she’s impressed. This loose, goofy, giddy side of you might be the most interesting thing she’s ever seen. “Looks like I’ll be getting a front-row seat to your inevitable sugar crash.”

You stick your tongue out at her. “I can handle it. Watch.”

You then proceed to get through exactly two Twinkies and a couple spoonfuls of ice cream before sinking back into the couch cushions, full. The whole time, Vi watches you; amused when you try and fail to eat your way through the mountain of junk food.

“Wow, you sure gave that a valiant attempt, that’s for sure.” Vi glances at the mess that the coffee table has become. “I guess you won’t be too upset if I polish off those Twinkies?”

You wave your hand as if giving Vi the go-ahead. “God, my head is beating like a drum. Is that normal?”

“Sounds like you’re close to greening out,” Vi says. “Need some water?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, standing from the couch and returning a moment later with a cold bottle from the fridge. “Drink some, fight that dehydration,” she instructs.

You take the bottle, downing some of the cold liquid in a few deep gulps. Then, you scoot closer to Vi. “Here, can I just…” you snuggle up and rest your head on her shoulder.

Vi’s breath hitches as you press yourself against her. For a moment, she’s frozen in place, still as a statue like she’s afraid moving will break the moment. She’s so damn close, the thought races through her head. And so goddamn warm.

Finally, she forces herself to relax and stop overthinking it, letting you bury your face in her shoulder. When she speaks, her voice comes out low. “I guess we learned you’re a cuddler when you’re high,”

You nod. “I guess I am. It’s been a learning experience for both of us,”

Vi huffs a laugh. “I’ll say. I think I’ve learned more about you in the past hour than I have in the six months we’ve been dorm mates,” Vi shifts again, angling her body so you can bury your face more thoroughly in the crook of her neck. The feeling of your soft hair brushing her skin is electric, and makes her heartbeat thud just a little faster.

“You know, you really are cute like this,” she adds, mumbling this as she lets one of her hands cup your waist.

“You’re really cute too,” you say with a smile, the words mumbled into the junction of Vi’s shoulder. Vi’s throat bobs in a swallow as she processes the compliment.

“Fuckin’ weed talk,” she finally says with a soft chuckle.

“Three of my favorite things,” you mumble.

“…three? Well, we now know you like weed,” Vi laughs. “But what’re the other two?”

“Fucking and talking,” you laugh back.

Vi chokes—literally—a rough sound tearing from her throat as she stiffens. “Jesus christ,” she mutters. And it’s the sheer audacity of what you just said that brings that flutter back to her lower abdomen.

“I know you like those things too,” you continue.

“What things?” Vi asks, scrambling to keep up with the conversation. She’s not entirely sure she knows what you're talking about anymore.

“Fucking and talking,” you explain. “But I know mostly about the former because I’ve been cast out of the dorm on a few occasions.”

Heat flares in Vi’s stomach, from embarrassment or something else; she’s unsure. She’s very, very thankful that you’re too high to notice how much your throwaway statements are affecting her.

Finally, Vi laughs through it, because what else can she do? “You got me, princess. I guess I do like to fuck.”

“Me too, as we’ve learned,” is your reply.

Vi tries to envision you on the prowl for spontaneous hookups. An hour ago, it might’ve been hard to imagine. But now? With the way you've become more loose-lipped and your liberal use of the F-bomb? She could picture you as a smooth talker, laughing some pretty girl right out of her clothes.

She closes her eyes for a second and breathes, trying and failing to will down the wave of heat shooting through her gut right now. Her voice comes out a little rough when she finally speaks up again. “Princess, I’m gonna die if you don’t stop talking like that.”

“Like what?” You pick up your head to glance at Vi, clearly oblivious.

“Like that. You’re being so damn cute, and now you’re talking about fucking, of all things. And I can’t even do anything about any of it,” Vi says

“Wait, what can’t you do anything about?” you ask.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing to me right now?”

You continue to stare up at Vi blankly with those damn eyes, and she sighs heavily, resigned to spelling it out. “Simply put, you’re making me wanna kiss you right now. And I can’t do that when I know it’s just the weed talking.”

Your eyes search Vi’s. “You…want to kiss me?”

“Absolutely goddamn yes.” The answer is immediate. “I wanna kiss you so, so goddamn badly. I’ve wanted to for months,” she swallows her pride. “But not when you’re high off your ass, and not when you’re gonna wake up tomorrow and act like nothing goddamn happened.”

Your chest heaves softly as you take in Vi’s words, and when she’s done, you let out a gentle exhale, not moving your eyes from hers. “I think I’m gonna remember everything,” you say.

For a second, Vi just stares at you, her eyes dark and searching yours like she’s trying to sniff out a lie in that sentence. She finds nothing but sincerity.

“…Fuck it.” Her voice is wrecked as her hands rise, slowly, and cup your face. “Then make sure you remember this, too,” she murmurs before closing the distance between you.

You’re quick to respond, following Vi’s lead as your hands fall to her chest. Vi groans into the kiss, her body arching toward your touch the second those hands land on her. Her fingers move to tangle in your hair, gripping tight, as she deepens the kiss with a fervor that borders on desperate.

She pulls back just enough to growl against your lips, “Finally,” before diving back in. Then, she’s dragging you closer, swallowing all of your sounds with another bruising press of your mouths together.

When you moan into the kiss, something blazes in Vi’s stomach. She shifts back, pulling you onto your lap so that you’re straddling her. Her hips buck up without her permission—instinctual—and she suddenly has to break the kiss for air. “Damn,” she says, gasping out a curse.

But you’re quick to chase Vi’s lips, reaching up and framing her face with your hands. Vi shudders at the touch and leans into it with a soft groan.

She’s panting slightly when your lips part again, her eyes dark and hooded. “Fuck,” she mutters against your mouth before drawing you back a third time, this one slower but no less hungry. Her hands slide down to grip your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Touch me,” you whisper in Vi’s ear.

“Where?” Vi breathes. “Tell me where, princess.”

"Everywhere," you respond.

Vi groans, and her hands are already moving, sliding up your thighs in slow, rough drags of her callused palms before dipping under the hem of your shirt.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” she rasps against your throat as one hand trails higher, exploring the bare skin of your stomach, your chest.

You bury your face in Vi’s neck, leaving sharp, quick little nips on her skin as she touches you. And when Vi’s knuckles brush you through the fabric of your jeans, you moan and chase that friction, grinding down against Vi’s lap.

Vi groans again as your teeth sink into her neck with sharp, perfect little stings that make her hips jerk. Her knuckles press harder against the fabric of your jeans, grinding slow circles just enough to hear you moan her name.

“That’s it,” she says in approval once you’ve begun to move on top of her, fucking yourself against Vi’s thigh like you can’t get enough friction fast enough.

Impatient, you fumble with the button of your pants, but Vi stills your hands, wanting to do it for you.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Vi purrs, her words surrounding you and making you shiver. “Let me do it. I wanna touch you.”

Vi takes her time undoing your button fly, watching your expression the whole time. Each button slips open with a faint click, and then she drags the zipper down as slowly as humanly possible, it seems. It feels like unwrapping a gift that only she gets to see.

Once Vi’s rid you of your pants, you return to her lap, your now bare thighs bracketing her hips. And now there’s nothing between your bodies but skin-to-skin contact and the lace of your underwear. Vi’s hands settle on those bare thighs, gripping tight as her eyes rake over the newly-exposed skin. “God, princess. You look goddamn edible like this.”

“I think there’s a good chance I am,” you reply, smiling coyly.

Vi licks her lips as she looks you up and down. “Well, it’s certainly been a fantasy of mine—spending hours between those pretty thighs of yours,”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Vi smiles at the genuine surprise in your eyes. “Do you know what it’s like?” she adds, palms gliding up and down your thighs as she speaks. “Seeing you around…looking so goddamn good…and knowing I can’t touch you. Or shouldn’t, even?”

Before you have a chance to respond, Vi’s first knuckle pressed against your center. It makes you moan and toss your head back. “I…I know the feeling. I…I think I’ve felt the same thing with you.”

“Yeah?” Vi’s voice has grown hoarse as she moves her knuckle back and forth with just the barest amount of pressure, just to see your reaction. “So you’ve thought about this, huh? Me touching you just like this?”

“Yeah…a few times, actually,” you admit as your hips stutter around Vi’s hand.

“That so?” Vi’s knuckle slides a little higher until it can press against your clit through the dampened clothing. Just barely enough to make the pleasure spike through your body. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. It’s why I’m always ribbing you when you’re around. Saves me from having to think about how damn horny you make me. The things I wanna do to you,”

You mewl, rocking harder against Vi’s stingy knuckles. It’s not enough. You need so much more. That soft little sound, though, is enough to make Vi snap, and in a flash, she’s pulling her hand back, ignoring the whining protest that follows, and flipping your positions, pinning you down on the couch.

“You want more?” Vi growls, as if reading your thoughts. She straddles your thighs, pinning both your wrists above your head with a single hand. “Then use your words, princess.”

“Yes!” you gasp. “I want more. Please, Vi.”

As if you said the magic word, Vi’s face splits into a wicked grin, and she begins to trail kisses down the length of your body—your lips, your jaw, your throat (where she sucks a hickey into your skin, making it bloom red), your chest, your navel. She pauses at your bikini line, glancing up at you for permission.

“Yes,” you breathe.

In a flash, Vi is sinking lower until her shoulders are nudging your thighs apart.

“Such a good girl,” she mumbles into the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. “You’ll let me play, won’t you, princess?”

You nod, your hands still up where Vi left them. “God, yes…”

“You look so sweet like this, you know,” Vi presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. “Kinda just wanna sit here and look at you.”

You whine, squirming beneath her. “Vi, please…”

Vi smiles, sliding your panties to the side enough to massage your slick heat with one finger to placate you. “Shhh,” she murmurs, eyes flicking up to watch your expression as she strokes so, so carefully. “So impatient. I’m just taking my time with you, baby,” she kisses your thigh again, nipping at the skin with her teeth. You buck up towards it, unable to help yourself.

Vi really does want to go slow. She really does want to draw this out and drive you crazy with some slow, careful attention. But with the sounds you were making and the heat between her own legs expanding, she was starting to crack.

She leans in, her lips hovering just over your center. She lets her breath fan over you as she asks, “Do you trust me?”

You almost chuckle, knowing that a day ago, your answer would’ve been very different. “I do,” you breathe, nodding your head. “I do, please…I need it…”

God, she’s so damn wet, is the first thought that crosses Vi’s mind as she takes a first taste. Followed by: she looks so gorgeous spread out like this.

Her hands grip a little tighter to your thighs, keeping you in place as she takes her time, teasing you with long, slow passes of her tongue. She teases the outer folds with her tongue before letting her tongue dip inside you. She can feel herself growing dizzy as her jaw works, completely swept up in the taste and smell of you.

When you moan again and rock your hips into her face, Vi presses her tongue harder against you in response, lapping at all the slick juices she derives from you.

“That feel good?” Vi rasps between licks, voice wrecked as you writhe beneath her. “Fucking yourself on my mouth like you can’t get enough?”

Her fingers dig into your hips as she sucks your clit hard enough to make your legs shake, and you cry out. When she ventures another peek up at you, she’s delighted to see the way your eyes are rolling bac,k and your lips are parted.

Your hands tangle in Vi’s hair, simultaneously tugging and pulling her closer. The heat in your stomach is starting to coil, and Vi is under the same duress. And the more you tug at her hair with trembling fingers, the more turned on she gets.

The knot in your belly can’t get any tighter, and you can’t take it anymore. All it would take is a little more encouragement from Vi to tip you over. And of course, Vi exploits this, whispering, “That’s it. Come for me, princess. Let me take you there.”

And just like that, you explode with a prolonged moan.

For Vi, there’s something addictive about it. The sight of you shattering for her. It makes her chest tighten, the fire in the pit of her stomach roars so hot, it’s painful. Vi works you through your orgasm with her mouth and fingers, and once you’ve stopped trembling, she helps you sit up. Grabbing the throw off the back of the couch, she drapes it over the two of you.

She pulls you closer to her, heart hammering like she’s the one who’d just been eaten out, her mouth finding the skin of your neck to leave soft, soothing kisses.

“Vi…” you pant against her shoulder. “That was…oh god…”

“Yeah…” Vi chuckles in agreement against your neck, her hands already beginning to wander again. She can still taste you on her lips, and that alone is enough to make her feral again. “You look good like that.”

You smile, burying your own face in the hollow of Vi’s throat. “Yeah? Well, so do you, quite frankly,” you slide your hand between your bodies, lower until you locate the waistband of Vi’s sweatpants. “I guess you’re gonna need some attention too, right?”

“Yes,” Vi replies, fully aware that it comes out as a half-whine, but too far gone to care. Her hips are already jerking up toward your touch, aching for the friction she’s been missing.

And it’s not long before she gets it, your hand sliding beneath her sweatpants and boxers and locating her pubic hair. Her entire body seems to lock up as your fingers brush the trimmed curls. Her hips once again buck forward in an involuntary thrust.

“Fuck,” she swears, voice wrecked beyond recognition now.

You use Vi’s moans to guide you, sliding your index finger in, followed by the middle one, and running them in tight circles. You can feel the heat of Vi’s breath on your neck as she moans against you. You keep up your intricate finger work all the while, curling and twisting and prodding, and occasionally brushing over Vi’s clit.

Vi’s hips jerk wildly, uncontrollably, chasing that friction like she’ll die if it stops now. “Princess,” she pants, her voice cracking on the second syllable. “I’m so goddamn close,”

“Do it,” you whisper against Vi’s neck before running your tongue over it. “Come on my fingers,”

A broken cry rips from Vi, loud enough to damn near echo through the dorm. The fire is an explosion now, ripping through her bones and nerve endings, taking everything she has to give for a few long, shuddering seconds as her body tenses. She finally collapses back against the couch, her panting ragged.

For several moments, neither of you speaks. It’s just you with your head on Vi’s shoulder, and Vi with her arms around you, panting as she stares up at the ceiling in bliss.

“Well that was fucking incredible,” Vi speaks when she finally locates her voice.

“It was,” you agree, shifting to move even closer. As if you couldn’t get close enough. Vi doesn’t seem to care; her arms tighten around you as you seek refuge. “But it’s late,” you go on. “Maybe we should actually get some sleep now?”

Vi’s mind is still entirely blissed out, but she manages a nod. “Yeah, that’s an idea…” A devious smirk lights up her face, and you already know what she’s thinking. It’s telegraphed even more by the way her hands begin to rum again, landing just beneath your breasts. The smoldering look in Vi’s eyes would be enough to make you take your pants off, if they weren’t already off.

“…Unless you wanna go for round two first?”

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