little psycho ♡

Inspired by the song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino

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Synopsis: Breakups hurt so bad, especially when your ex girlfriend isn't too keen on leaving you alone.

Word count: 23k words, dont kill me please !

Warnings: long fic , College! au, Modern! au, Toxic!Vi, possessive!Vi jealous!Vi, smut, dom!Vi, top!reader(once), jealous!reader, oral(b! receiving), fingering(b! receiving), strap on use, pet names, y/n used sparingly, halloween!, lewds/nudes, spider vi!, Violence, Vi gets high, weed and alcohol consumption, Ellie listens to weezer, they get sorta caught, tribbing, powerbottom!reader, D.E.Bs costumes, obsessive!Vi , strap being called dick cock silicone member etc, size kink , classic lesbian miscommunication, depictions of toxic lesbian relationships, use of the word dyke, Vi becomes addicted to that pussy, angst, fluff, overstimulation, whimpering, Vi being likened to a dog, lmk if i missed anything!

⤷ ゛plutos piece ˎˊ˗: thinking of rewriting the first two heartbeat chapter idk. i had my girlfriend proofread this, so if theres any mistakes we blame her, okay? two more chapters left! dw tho, im already writing the sequel. as always- likes, comments, and feedback are always appreciated, i love hearing from you guys <3

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"You had to be her karma, her achilles heel, her humanized comeuppance. The brutal truth was, she really couldn't give a fuck. If you destroyed her, she was fine with that, as long as you obliterated her with that seductive look you carried on your face."

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At 7 am your alarm went off, waking you from your sleeping state. The sounds of students shuffling down the hallway past your door to the bathroom filled your ears, they were just going about their day while just beyond the cool metal door laid you, eyes opened in silent confusion as Vi’s strong arms caged you close to her body. 

Memories of last night flashed through your mind-- the sickening smell of her sweat and musk mixed with the awful stench of alcohol and minty stomach bile. She's snoring, the same snore she always did when she was at peace, body heavy with tranquility, no stress knitting her busy brows together. You tried to pull away, only to be met with her arms keeping you locked safely against her chest. 

Your head began to wander, you obviously weren't moving any time soon. It was useless to try and wake her–or maybe you didn't want to–so you decided to just let her sleep, as you laid on the floor of your dorm room. 

She said so many…intense things last night. Namely that ,she was in love with you. Vi was in love with you. She still loved you. It was a lot to grasp, your relationship with Vi was never one of ease so hearing her say those words so unabashedly, like she meant it all. 

Your mind drifted to the multiple arguments that befell you both. When you both began dating you knew instantly that you loved her; loved her scent, loved how stubborn she was when it came to her morals, loved how she would randomly fall into long silences while thinking.

To you, she was your soulmate, however, to Vi she was certain that this would not last. The last time she was certain she found her forever, she was horribly mistaken and reduced to a fuck buddy that could never dare be claimed.

Now, it wasn't like Vi wasn't obsessed with you, she was her softest with you. You held a special key to her heart that no one else had, a side of her that not even her closest friends could see often. But she never told you once that she was in love with you. When you said the words “I love you.” she would always respond with an “love you too.” no I. Very non committal, like she wasn't planning on sticking around long. 

It was never your fault that she could never utter the phrase "I love you." the same again, but you were paying the price as she sat there scrolling through nothing, barely acknowledging your pleas for some form of deeper connection.

It messed with your head for months. You tried to excuse it as she just wasn't ready, but as 6 months turned into a year there was never an "I" attached to that "love you". It started many arguments; you yelling about how much it hurt that it felt like she didn't love you, not really, and she would simply call you insecure. 

“You're being a baby.” She chuckled dryly, one knee hugged to her chest as she scrolled lazily through her phone. It's not that she wasn't paying attention, she was, her mind compartmentalizing every snappy shot you made at her. “No Im not! It just feels like you don't really believe in us! Do you not love me ? Am I just a plaything to you?” Your mind was racing with possibilities, insecurities threading through each suggestion furthering your destressed state. 

Your ramblings confused her, she never purposefully tried to give you that impression, though she had to admit to herself that she understood your frustration. Its the same need and want that laced her voice when she dated Caitlyn; how she begged her to finally love her out loud, something that was always met with a cold front.

No matter how many times you twisted the story in your head, the only conclusion that could come to you was that she didnt truly love you, she just had a deep like for you and had simply confused the two. 

And that couldn't be furtherest from the truth. Vi loved you, she loved you deeper than you could ever know, but she was sure that you didn't really love her and would leave the minute she fucked up. She needed to be ready just in case you somehow found someone better, not that you had plans to—still, better safe than sorry. 

“Of course I do!” Even now she refused to say it, just in case. This whole argument could end if she just trusted her heart and you, but she refused to. “No matter which way I say it, it all means the same shit,” She grumbled that last part swinging a hand over her buff chest, her blue eyes now trained on you. You stood a few feet from her, pacing back and forth while rubbing your hands over your arms, comforting yourself in the only way you knew how. 

How could you say she didnt love you when youre dressed in all of her clothes? Her old band t-shirt barely covering the fat of your ass, her fuzzy socks Powder bought her for Christmas keeping your feet warm, even the boxers you were wearing were a pair she grew out of once she started working out more frequently. “Its not "all the same" Violet!” Your heart pounded against your ribs, each word hammering itself into your chest. 

What you thought was a simple concept kept weaving itself past her, evading her mental grasp each time you sobbed or yelled. Or maybe she wasnt trying too hard to grasp it, letting the truths you threw fall flat in front of her.

“Okay dollface, we're going in circles." She got up and walked towards you, her large body towering over your smaller frame. "You can either accept my feelings or break up with me, if its really that serious." She was standing before you now, hands placed firmly on your hips, that same warm and disarming smile plastered on her freckled skin. Her tone carried one of jest, like this wasn't something that kept you up at night.

She knew you were putty for her, pliable and able to transform to her desires. Its why your arguments always ended in heated makeout sessions or makeup sex, you could never say no to Vi. Not even when she kept ruining your perception of love, and especially not when she demanded more than you could give.

Her inked forearms tugging you even closer--if thats even possible--brought you out of the thoughts of the past. You turned to face her, cupping her face in your hands. Did you actually mind her loving you? But if she did love you, she had such an odd way of showing it.

What sort of love was laced in the awful words she threw at you? Your ego never recovered from the numerous times you were called a puck bunny in the last few weeks, and it was rather worse now that she had punched Grayson over you.

What if Grayson never talked to you again because of it? You had finally made a friend in college, someone close to you that wasnt a childhood friend or your fucking ex-girlfriend, and now that same pink haired menace decked the shit out of her because she "loves you."

You stare deeply in her closed eyes, committing her sleeping face to your memory as the chill of the wood floors keeps you awake. You're covered only by her leather jacket, like she was too scared to get a blanket from your bed that wasnt even an inch away from where you now laid spooned by her massive body.

Her eyes flutter opened as she pushes her head deeper into the warmth of your hand, your thumb rubbing over the scar above her lip, then finding their way to her freckled cheeks. Her skin was so hot, no wonder the leather jacket was enough to keep you from freezing to death during the night.

"Good morning, dollface." Her face shifted from peaceful to almost elated, a big grin adorning her features in a way that softened you. This was the Vi that you fell in love with--the one who had that sweet kinda boyish charm that captivated you, one that drained you of all your reservations. "Good morning Vivi." It was a simple nickname that you had called her only a handful of times before, a nickname that only left your plush lips when you felt truly in love with the blue eyed girl.

Unbeknownst to you, it gave her hope.

She shifted away from you, sitting up and narrowly avoiding her head on the edge of the wooden bed that, once again, was not all that far from her. You found yourself shivering, missing the feeling of her strong arms around you. Thick digits ran through her berry colored dyed hair, a futile attempt at making herself look presentable again. Her mouth tasted horribly, her head pounded with the rage of her bender coming to a fiery conclusion and the physical pain from her mental anguish felt sharp against her knuckles and fingertips.

Shorthand, she felt like shit. Even so, her heart soared with the thought that you would allow her back into your life, and that made up for all the sleepless nights she spent downing vodka like water and listening to doom metal as she scrolled through photos she had of you on her phone.

You stood up leaving her on the floor as her eyes scanned over every inch of your body. "We need to talk about last night." You started, folding her jacket into two and placing it on the desk chair. Instantly, she was on her feet, smiling wide with that same feeling of genuine optimism pooling deeply in her stomach. It could also have been the alcohol from last night, but shes going with optimism.

Her arms snake themselves around your waist as she bends down to place her head on your shoulder, forcing her face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. "What about it?" She hums from inside your neck, her lips peppering soft kisses and occasionally nipping at the skin.

You move your head to the side as if on instinct, allowing her more access. "You told me you loved me last night." Your voice is barely above a whisper and you dont raise it, too scared that she would take it all back. "I know." Its definitive, no second guessing behind it. Her left hand climbs from its position on your waist to kneed the skin of your breast, her hot tongue crossing over the hickey that shes currently sucking into your neck.

You want to stop her, but it feels so good to have her hands on you again. You dont know why your body craves her so bad, but you remain steadfast. "Did you mean it?" You allow her to run your nipple between the pads of her thumb and index finger and then switch to rubbing it with her thumb. You let out a small mewl, one that gives her the green light to continue her assault on your body.

You can feel the weight of her figure hunching over on top of you, its weight almost unbearable, yet you find it oddly comforting. Her hand dips to the hem of your nightgown pushing it high enough to expose your clothed cunt to the juxtaposition of the cold air and her warm hands.

"Every fucking word." She groans in your ear, moving your panty to the side with her right pinkie before using her middle finger to rub small, slow, pressurized circles on your clit. "Vi-Vi, please." You let out a breathless moan as she rubs faster circles, her fingers stuttering and going side to side a couple of times. She's desperate--oh so eager to please you and have you forgive her, to make you cum hard enough that you remember why you loved her enough to put up with her bullshit in the first place.

If she can be of service then you have no reason to leave her.

Your resolve is stronger than she thinks, no longer the meek girl who was terrified of conflict, you catch her wrist in your palm giving it a warning squeeze. She stops instantly, her strawberry face--red and freckled--staring at you with a small look of utter bewilderment, you turn your head to meet her gaze.

"Im serious Vi, you cant fuck your way out of this." Oh, but how she wants to, talking always gets her into trouble with you. You seem to be one of the only people who can see through her charm and misdirection, like she's see through and you know all the paths her words can take, always ready with a contradiction or a question that throws her off.

"Im serious too. I love you." She spins you slightly to face her, gripping your shoulders with a force that doesnt hurt but lets you know that she means every word that spills from her scarred lips. Sky colored eyes stare back at you with so much sincerity it almost scares you, she truly wants you to believe her, to forgive her. After a beat she continues, "I will do whatever it takes to make you trust me again." Her hands shake you a little bit.

You dont say anything, just stare at her with those pretty eyes that are slightly blown wide, and your perfect lips slightly parted in awe. You dont know what comes over you in that moment, maybe the ghost of her fingers exploring your cunt mere seconds before --or maybe the desire to see how truly sorry she was--you pushed her down onto her knees, slowly until her jeans hit the cool wooden floor.

"Say it again." Your voice is as soft as cashmere yet so commanding. For once Vi doesnt concern herself with being the more dominant one in the room, the shock of being on her knees before you sends the most delicious wave of arousal to her cunt. Such a strong feeling pulls a small groan out of her as her hands find their way up your soft thighs, "I love you and Ill do whatever it takes to make you trust me again." She plants kisses on your thighs, never daring to take her eyes off of you.

You lace your fingers through her shaggy hair, tugging them tightly away from your cunt that seems to want to taste so badly. "You mean it?" You ask and she nods immediately, almost too quickly.

Your other hand pulls of your panties, stepping out of them as you use your toes to push it closer to her, almost like an offering. She snatches them before you can change your mind and take them back, placing them in her pocket. A chuckle escapes you at how pathetic she looks, the humiliation causing her thick muscular thighs to squeeze together.

She feels stripped bare even though she's fully clothed, every swallow feeling like she's dry swallowing a big pill. She's not the one in control and it scares her, but strangely excites her in a way she didn't know was possible.

"Youre gonna be good for me, yeah?" You rub your thumb over her kiss plump bottom lip, "Kiss it." She nods and places a sweet kiss to your messy pussy, tongue darting out to lick the slick that had spilled against your thighs. "I felt that, you're so greedy." Still, instead of punishing her like she thought you would, you instead shove her face into your cunt, hand gripping her dyed pink hair in a vice grip. She didnt even have a chance to breathe properly before you start grinding against her face with such need.

Vi could tell that you haven't been touching yourself, you're way too needy for a girl who keeps up with that sort of thing. The thought causes her to fill with a little bit of pride, she's the only one who could make you feel this good. Not even your own fingers could satisfy you now, poor thing.

Your sobs are all that fill her ears, enough motivation to ignore the burn in her jaw and the ache in her knees. "Jesus, when the fuck did you get a tongue piercing?" The metal ball kept rubbing against your hooded clit and sending beads of pleasure in its wake. Your question goes unanswered, but you don't even mind as long as she keeps eating you out as if she has never tasted you before.

She uses the tip of her tongue to keep your clit in place as she rolls it over her front teeth, sucking hard and possessively on your bundle of nerves. Your hips automatically buck against her lips as you shove her face impossibly deeper into your pussy.

She's lapping at your clit when theres a banging at your door. You cover your mouth, trying to pretend that no ones home, praying that whoever it is doesn't know about your propensity for always leaving your door unlocked. The knocking, however, doesn't stop. It instead gets louder, harsher, like the person on the other side is dying to get inside.

You know you can't ignore it much longer, so you speak--trying not to sound like a fucked out mess. Vi doesn't seem to understand your plan, too caught up in being a good pup and pushing her tongue inside your hole as her fingers rub messy circles around your clit. Her face holds such contentment as you grasp the wall behind you for stability, her skills making your legs turn to jelly.

"Wh-Who is it?" Your voice comes out broken and breathy, like you're so close to sobbing, and you are but not from sadness like one would assume. "Hey, its Jinx. Have you seen Vi? She isn't answering the family group chat and Vander and I are worried." Her voice is slightly muffled and dripping with concern for her sister who is safely tucked away in your plush warmth.

You look down at Vi for help but she just shrugs and plunges her finger inside of you, ripping a yelp from your throat that you had no time to prepare for. "Are you okay? Fuck, did I catch you at a bad time?" Your climax is approaching so quickly and you have yet to come up with a believable lie, and you don't have to because Vi is starting to get impatient at not being able to hear your sweet moans, your silence pissing her off.

"Oh my god, fuck off, Powder." Her sisters ramblings pause almost immediately as you sink to the floor falling onto your ass, spreading your legs wider for her. Her fingers still working you over as her head faces the door. The voice comes out muffled from the other side and for a second she thinks it might have been you, but the use of her real name alerts the blue haired girl to the truth. "Vi? What...Oh! Shit, okay, sorry! Good to know you're alive, asshole. Text the group chat you dumb slut!" She yells into the metal door before hustling back down to the elevator.

Vi lets out a small chuckle, half out of embarrassment the other half a small bit of relief. The feeling of your dripping cunt clenching around her fingers brings her back to the glorious scene in front of her, " Fuck, I think 'm gonna cum." Theres an adorable pout that has your features in a grip as she works you to your end, a chant of her name mixed with a string of curses leaves your lips as your arousal coats her fingers.

"I missed your pussy." She mumbles as she licks her finger clean, savoring the taste of your cum that now coats her tongue. Shes not lying, she has missed your pussy for weeks now, the whole friends thing and the fights that engulfed you two meant you were keeping your legs closed--to her at least.

"When did you get that tongue piercing?" You asked again, looking off into the distance as you try to compose yourself. There were so many thoughts racing through your mind, lesbian post nut clarity had to be the worse thing ever invented. "Like a week ago." She smiles down at you, crawling closer to you and capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.

Her pierced muscle sliding into your mouth with surprising ease, her hands gripping your hips as she pulls your back to meet the floor. She's hovering on top of you, bucking her jean covered heat against your sensitive cunt. Her right arm pulls your wrists above your head as her zipper bumps your clit, the cold metal making you gasp in overstimulation. "Say "you love me too"." She looks pussy drunk on top of you, and you could swear you saw a flash of hearts in her pupils.

"I do love you, Vi." The words fall from your mouth, but she can tell theres a 'but' coming after them, "I just don't know if I can trust you anymore. I am so scared of you breaking my heart again, I don't know if I can take it." Called it. You expect her to blow up, but she doesn't. She just stares down at you with almost sad and grief stricken eyes, like she's in deep thought about all the things she's put you through.

"I'll make you trust me again. I'll fix this, I'll make it better." You chew on your bottom lip as she never breaks eye contact, her red-hot gaze causing you to shift beneath her, she still keeps you pinned. "Um, yeah, okay." You put out awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond to her declaration. It seems to be all she needs as she finally lets you up, standing to her feet with ease as she stretches and flexes her muscular back, the sight almost being enough for you to want to go another round.

"I got stuff I need to deal with, I'll text you later, dollface." With that she's gone, not telling you her plans or where you both stand relationship wise, but she did leave her jacket.

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Vi was like a dog with a bone. As soon as she shut the door behind her, she pulled out her phone ready to make amends with the people in her life that she hurt. Starting with the Lanes family group chat that she had been ignoring for the last few weeks.

Powder !: shes alive Powder !: just being a dickhead as usual(¬⤙¬ ) Vander(dad): Powder, don't say that about your sister. Powder !: u didnt hear the things i did... Vi: Hi, ignore wtv Powder says. Vi: She knows nothing, she's just being annoying. Powder !: rude.

As if on cue her phone began to ring with an incoming call from Vander, she tries to steel herself, put on the bravest face for the man that raised her and practically saved her. "Heyyy, Vander." She sounded too chipper, like she had something to hide and she mentally cringed at herself for it. "Well, hello to you too." His deep voice snickered from the other side of the phone, as she pushed her way into her dorm room.

"How have you been?" She starts the conversation, ignoring Maddie who is seated where she always is--on her bed, covered by her green leaf patterned blanket. She looks at Vi with a puzzled look, she hasn't seen her since she kicked her out of their shared dorm after she was suspended from the hockey team.

"I've been fine." He lets out a deep cough, one of those crunchy ones that comes from years of smoking cigars. "I told you to take it easy while me and Powder are here." Concern lacing her words as she waves Maddie out the room, much to the strawberry blondes annoyance.

Still, she doesn't protest as she grabs her book bag and ipad and heads out the room, slamming the door behind her. "Don't worry about me, how are you doing? You getting good grades? Hows Caitlyn?" Vander has always been the kind of dad who is somehow always a step or two behind current events, especially when it came to his daughters dating lives. It took him 2 months to catch on to the fact that Ekko and Jinx were dating , even though he was the first to notice their feelings for each other.

Though, Vi was sure he had to have known that they broke up when she was 19, mostly due to the fact that he was there when she cut off all her hair and later turned the scissors on her arms. "She's good I guess. Why?" She asked as her fingers flew to her sports friends group chat, why not kill two birds with one stone and ignore the elephant in the room.

"Just curious, she was worried when she didn't hear from you....we all were." His voice dropped impossibly low as the pangs of guilt hit her chest, harder than ever. It's not like this behavior was unusual for Vi, in fact it suited her well, but at the very least she would send a text or like a message every other day to let them know she was alive and kicking, not dead in an alleyway.

It was terrifying for her to go dark for this long, the poor mans heart could only handle so much. " 'm fine, was just going through some stuff." She mumbles out, the text to her friends long discarded and her fingers have now taken to plucking at her bio mothers leather bracelet that adorns her wrist.

"What kind of "stuff"?" He pries and she can hear the flick of his lighter, as if that cough he had early wasn't frightening enough. She's quiet for a beat, going back and forth with herself in her head, wondering if she should be honest. The bad thing about Vander is he also happens to be one of the people who can see right through her, so she decides to save herself the trouble and finally spill everything.

"I've lost the trust of the girl I love, and I punched my hockey teams captain and got suspended, and all my friends are mad at me because of it. I think I fucked everything up, Dad." It was rare that Vi called him "Dad", preferring to call him Vander unless she needed true comfort.

"Wow." He groaned over the phone and Vi could feel the weight of his disappointment from all those miles away. She felt small, a feeling she was starting to get used to, even though it made her want to claw off her skin. The line goes silent as Vander contemplates his next choice of words carefully, while Vi fights the well of tears that threatened to shoot from her baby blue eyes.

"Say something." Her voice is quiet and small, the silence causing anxiety to build up in her belly. After another long pause Vander inhales, "Okay, well, as for punching your captain; theres nothing an apology cant fix, be an adult and take your punishment like a team player." Vi sighs and runs a hand through her hair, scratching at her scalp, not because it needed to be scratched instead as a means to calm the prickles of anxiety that seeped out of her.

"Why did you punch your captain?" The question she dreaded most fell from his lips almost as if it was nothing, and it shouldn't have even happened. In a perfect world Vi would have ignored the feelings of jealousy and envy that swirled inside of her and just played wings like Grayson had asked, though this isn't a perfect world and Vi has no control over her temper.

"She wanted me to play the wings." The admission pulls a hearty laugh out of Vander, one of those belly laughs that infects her even though she's more than depressed. Vi kept laughing even though her stomach burned, it just sounded so ridiculous leaving her lips. "That cannot be the actual reason." He mused and she could tell he had a smirk on his face, he knew her all too well.

"Okay, its not, but the truth is embarrassing." The pink haired girls skin began to match her hair, "If its too embarrassing to talk about, maybe you shouldn't have done it." Vander points and Vi gets on the defensive quickly, "Well, to be fair I didn't know it at the time--" Vander cuts her off before she can ramble her way out of admitting the truth. "Violet..." His tone carrying a deep authority that she dared not question.

"Fine, I decked her over a girl. She's been hanging out with my ex a lot and I got jealous and beat the shit out of her." The salty sting of her words made her feel sick, but that may have been the unattended to hangover she currently had no intentions of nursing.

"Caitlyn?" Vander asks and Vi rolls her eyes, "No, Y/n!" The frustration at her father evident in her voice, her eyes narrowing at her phone even though he cannot see her. "Why do you keep bringing up Caitlyn? What do you know that I don't, old man?"

"I asked her to keep an eye on you after you broke up with Y/n, and the last thing she told me was that you both had been getting...closer." He explained and Vi couldn't help the irritation that was starting to consume her, "I don't need to be watched, Dad, and especially not by my ex girlfriend." She chastises him, even though she knew it was coming from a good place, the fact he asked Caitlyn of all people rubbed her the wrong way.

"Caitlyns been your friend for years, Vi." His voice steady and even as not set off the spitfire he called his adopted daughter. "We dated when I was 17 and fresh outta juvie, and we aren't as close as before, hell, I barely talk to her as is." Her back plopping down onto the duvet covering her bed.

"Please, stop asking her about me, it's making me uncomfortable." She tries to keep her voice even. She knows he means well, knows that all of this is coming from a place of love and worry, but it feels like he's trying to force her to get back together with Caitlyn.

She's moved on, and she wants him to do the same. She wants to scream at him, tell him she's not a child anymore, that she's almost 23 and in her final year of college and hasn't slipped up in years, save for the hockey incident.

"Im sorry, I guess I've got a soft spot for her since she was there when you were having a tough time." Vander seemed allergic to acknowledging her past as a teenage felon; the many knocks on the door from Piltover's enforcers at all hours of the night as she stood in handcuffs, blood covering her knuckles or her face being decorated with bruises and cuts, the face she made when she was hauled off to juvie for the first time.

"...So you're still in love Y/n?" You've never formally met Vander, and maybe thats why he favored Caitlyn a tad bit more. It was like Vi hid you from him, until Powder ever the forgetful star, finally facetimed you over Christmas break last year.

Your conversation with him was brief and you seemed nice enough, but he could see the way Vi tensed when he tried to get to know you better, any time the conversation drifted from pleasant conversation she would snatch the phone out of his large hands and change the subject.

When questioned, she told you she was uncomfortable with any of the women she was seeing met her family. The truth was, she was scared he would mention Caitlyn to you, compare the beautiful girl to your then insecure self, a problem she did not want to deal with.

"Yeah, but she said she doesnt trust me. I dont blame her for that though, I did some fucked up shit." Vi pinches the bridge of her nose as the memories of her calling you a puck bunny and the argument that followed, and then the argument over Grayson and the video, and then the way she iced you out for weeks. God, she would hate her if she was you. You must be a saint.

"You know what I always say about gaining trust; be honest, be patient--" Vi cut him off, a satisfied smirk pulling on the corners of her lips, "And shut the fuck up." They said at once, giggles escaping them both as Vander muttered affirmations at his daughter.

It was times like this that made her feel like her life wasn't a stain, the depression could be so consuming, but this felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. "She will come around, just try your best to right those wrongs. Starting with your captain." Vi stiffened at the mention, she would rather listen to Jinx drone on about her my little pony fixation than talk to Grayson ever again.

Vander's attention is called by someone in the background that she cant really hear, yet it sounds like something is going on, a bit of panic seems to be engulfing her childhood home. "Jesus--Vi, I gotta go. Mylo somehow busted a water pipe....well try and fix it....where the hell is Clogger? Anyway, Vi remember to keep warm and eat good. Love you, sweetheart." The line goes dead as she lets her phone fall from her arm.

She lays there for a few seconds, mentally decompressing as her phone pings twice with notifications. A groan gets caught in her throat when she sees who it is.

Ellie!: Hey loser

Ellie!: Wanna get high?

Vi isn't much of stoner, hell, she avoids it in fear of the repercussions that could come from it, but she's no longer on the team and this would be a way to reconnect with her friends. So she texts back, almost instantly and eagerness she doesn't usually have for her hockey friends.

Vi the evil lesbian: Sure.

Vi the evil lesbian: Can i bring a friend? *Ellie! liked your message*

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Vi had gotten to Ellie's dorm first, anxiety riddled and scared to knock on her friends door. Not only was she terrified of making amends, she doesn't smoke so she's now even more scared that she would say something stupid and embarrass herself so badly she would never live it down. At least, thats what happens in the movies she watches.

Her hands run over her deep blue hoodie, smoothing out her grey sweatpants and clipping her hair out of her face. You told her to dress comfortably, nothing too constricting around her neck, breathable fabrics, and never wear anything that she doesn't want to smell like weed. All of these tips you had gotten from Grayson during your numerous smoke sessions.

Once she thought she looked presentable, she let her knuckles fall on the metal door, knocking loudly until she heard the sounds of shuffling coming from behind the door. The door opened slowly, revealing the shorter auburnette, hair messy and wild like she had just freshly rolled out of bed, clad in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

She held this scowl in her green eyes, hardened and always on guard. They softened when she saw it was Vi, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Dude, we thought you were dead." Ellie's smile is comforting, one of those devilish grins that pull you in. She moves to let Vi inside, Sevika already claiming the floor while Korra is perched on Ellies twin sized mattress.

It seemed the younger girl had lucked out as well, not only did she have a suite with her own bathroom, she was also in a single, no roommate in sight. Honestly, shes starting to believe this college just hates her. "Well, Im alive!" Her lips fall into a big grin that shes hoping will stop her friends from asking about what she was doing in the time she went dark, it works.

Vi's eyes scan the room decorated with pictures of space and planets and glow in the dark stars that stick to the ceiling, a few posters of comic book heroes and indie bands, and hand drawn photos of plants and animals. Theres a few articles of clothing loosely thrown around the room and the whole thing smells like stale weed and air freshener.

"Where's your friend?" Ellie asks, plopping down onto her covers and pulling out the green alien themed bong from behind her bed. Had they been waiting for Vi to start smoking? Doesn't that mean 'I love you' in stoner language?

"She's coming, just picking up some snacks." The three girls let out sounds of approval and acknowledgement, Ellie's freckled arm reaching over Korra to pull out a tomato shaped grinder. Theres a lull in the conversation that reads as awkwardness, Vi's leg shakes as the elephant makes its presence know in the room once again, her friends worried about whether they can talk about her outburst at practice.

She decides to just go for it, rip the band-aid off and apologize. She watches as her friend takes a rip off the bong, the air filling with the skunky smell. "I'm sorry!" She blurts out catching them off guard, Ellie and Sevika sharing a look while Korra fights a smile that is clearly winning.

"I caused you guys so much trouble, and I'm so fucking sorry. I just got a little jealous, and a lot in my head...and then.." She cuts herself off to save her from further embarrassment. The room is silent before Sevika starts to chuckle, then it turns into a full belly laugh as Vi looks at her in confusion. "Fuck...sorry-its just kinda funny." Sevika steels herself before clapping a heavy hand on Vi's back, a gap toothed smile and something kind in her cloudy eyes.

"M'cool if you are, kinda got over it a while ago." She muses, taking the lime green bong from Ellie and taking a few hits herself. Korra watches the bong's rotation with a sad look, "Why is she next?" Her lips puff out in a pout, causing Ellie to roll her eyes at the younger girl, "Its left of the dealer, dumbass."

"I wouldn't have invited you if I was still pissed at you." Ellie groans, polished fingers interlocked in a stretch. Korra nods, "Yeah, we're cool." They fall back into routine like its nothing, at that comforts her. She sucks at long drawn out conversations, but this felt nice, simple and easy.

Sevika passes Vi the bong just as you knock on the door, everyones head snapping towards Ellie as she curses and gets up, mumbling something about her friends being "lazy bitches." They continue to talk while she walks to the door, Sevika asking for her password so they can play music on her small black speaker. "Its my birthday." She tells the group to which Korra responds "Oh! Happy birthday!" her voice carries the tune of a joke, yet it doesn't land.

Sevika rolls her eyes, "No, dumbass thats the code."

"I-I know--I was just--" She sighs looking away as Vi bursts into quiet giggles at her expense. "No one understands my humor."

You wait patiently at the door, reading over your texts with Vi to make sure you werent about to give free handouts to some unknown on this floor. The door opens slowly as you lock eyes with Ellie. You were familiar with her, one of the girls on the team that Vi had gotten closest to, and secretly your gay awakening.

Back in high school she worked at the hot topic in your local mall, and you both had a summer fling that ended just as quickly. You no longer held those feelings for her, but its kind of funny how the odds added up. Of course you never told Vi, she knew of your summer fling, but you never told her it was her pseudo best friend who had fingered you behind the mall building the summer before your junior year.

You're pretty sure she would kill her just at the mere thought. Plus, you were certain that she didn't remember you, mostly because of how different you looked now. Even before the whole makeover and confidence boost, you looked nothing like your high school self.

Younger you only dressed in long skirts and hand-me-down t-shirts and sweaters from your grandmother. Perks of having strict parents whose worst fear was teenage pregnancy.

Plus, you from before rarely went to games, and you were pretty sure Vi hid you from her friends as well as her family. Every time you tried to step foot into her world, she would push you out and slam the preverbal door in your face. Fear of rejection could be such an addictive drug.

Ellie's sage eyes look over your form, the bag that hangs loosely from your hands, the black sweatpants and deep gray hockey jersey that doesn't belong to you, or Vi, and the slides that aren't weather appropriate. You look so familiar to her, not just because of the fleeting glances she's taken of you since you and Vi first started--dating again? fucking again?--she didn't know for sure, just that you were now in her space.

There was something nostalgic about you that she couldn't put her finger on, something that would eat at her high brain as she raked through multiple memories. She realizes she's been staring at you for a touch too long when you clear your throat and offer up the bag of assorted snacks to her, "I bring sustenance!" You beam and hand her the bag, still she's quiet as she tries to figure you out.

You saunter in anyway, sitting beside Vi on the floor and trading pleasantries with Sevika and Korra. You watch as Vi and Sevika fight over the speaker that sits perched on the windowsill right beside a few funko pops of various characters, "Vi, your music taste sucks! Makes me want to slit my fucking wrist." Sevika drags what could only be Ellies phone away from Vi's calloused hands, and resumes scrolling through the music app.

"Wha--I have great taste." Vi sounds offended, but she knows she has a point, pierce the veil isn't exactly 'getting high' with friends music. "If you two kids cant agree, I'll just play my playlist." Ellie mutters taking the bong from her bed and hitting it. "Thats even worse." Sevika deadpans and Vi nods in agreement, "Seriously, you listen to fucking Weezer." Vi moans in fake disgusts as the bong comes back to her. "There's nothing wrong with a little bit of Weezer!" Ellie defends yet it falls on deaf ears.

They somehow agree on some random playlist with a few different songs, something mellow, it fits the mood so they leave it on.

"Hows volleyball going?" Korra asks as her cyan blue eyes scan your form. You don't question how she knows you're on the team, just assume it came up when talking with Vi.

You press your glossed lips to the opening of the alien bong, ripping it with practiced ease. "Pretty good, we won our first game of the season last week." You let the smoke follow your words, taking another rip before passing it back to Korra. "Yeah we went to that game, you guys suck." Sevika laughs from beside Vi, whose head snaps towards the taller woman.

"Fuck off Sev." Vi growls, her voice dripping with protective danger. She has never been to one of your games, so she has no idea if you are any good, but she will be damned if she lets a meathead like Sevika make fun of you. "Why the hell were you even at a volleyball game, anyway? Tryna find another girl to give the clap?"

"Not funny. I've never even had crabs." Sevika mumbles, head leaning on her thick arms. "Oh, thats not, thats not what that is at all." Korra grimaces at the older girl, while you fight back the intoxicated chuckles that possess you.

"Anyway, " The comment coming from Korra, who is now laying with her head hanging off the side of her bed, eyes wondering over your form. "You're good, but your team doesn't move like a machine, y'all look like a bunch of baby deer." Korra muses and you cant help the sting of abasement that plucks at you.

You've never been on a team thats so closely watched before. Now, the gym is constantly packed with people, eyes fixated on you, everyone judging your skills. It's so suffocating.

"You should tell them that." You mutter, hitting the bong once more before passing it to Korra who sees the sour look on your face, "Whats that mean?" She asks, genuine curiosity and a tiny bit of want to know the volleyball teams drama. You usually would have a more dignified explanation for her, but right now you had to admit you were a tad bit frustrated.

You've been working your ass off as a setter yet your other teammates dont seem as receptive to you as much as you had hoped. It was like they were cautious of you, scared of any sudden movements you made. You were sure that the only people who were on the same page as you were Maddie and the libro, Karari.

"I'm trying to get used to the team, y'know? Its kinda strange, its like they dont really...um...trust me? I dont know, its just weird. " You confess, hand gripping Vi's thigh looking for comfort to which she gave you, placing her large hand on top of yours and giving a few squeezes.

"Makes sense, you're the newbie. I know we all hated Korra when she first joined." Vi points her chin to the brown-skinned girl who goes red after being put on the spot. "Oh my god, you fuck up one pass!" She yells which causes the other three to erupt into laughter.

"You literally scored for the other team! Like, how the fuck does that even happen?" Vi giggles taking another hit from the bong, to your surprise she's handling herself well.

"It was like my first time playing, I was so fucking nervous."

"Yeah and you were so fucking ass." Sevika mutters with a sly smirk on her chiseled features. Korra sucks her teeth, sitting up fully and staring at the room filled with her peers. "Man, whatever. Now that I got my good luck charm I could never lose." She holds up a bracelet decorated with a small gold A, and a purple azami flower pendant. "Aww, thats so cute!" You cry a small inviting smile on your face as Korra presses on, clearly proud of the piece of jewelry.

"My girlfriend Asami got it for me, its the best thing in the world." Her smile touches the corners of her eyes, "Cant be that lucky if you get carried each game." Sevika, mutters as smoke puffs from her nose, making her look akin to a bull. "Oh, shut up Vika, we all know you wear those stupid cutesy panties because you think they're lucky." Ellie chuckles as your eyes blow wide, shock painting your features as you look at the muscle head.

"Woah! Okay, fuck you, it was laundry day!" She defends herself, blush coating her cheeks in hot fury. Your laugh is barely heard over Vi's cackling and Korra's roaring laughter. "Every game day happens to be laundry day for you?" Ellie mutters a satisfied look on her freckled face.

Vika starts to defend herself furiously about how 'it happened once', and how 'they're taking everything out of context', it does nothing to help her case. In fact, you're sure everything that falls from her mouth is simply digging her further into her grave.

To Vi, this scene was straight out of a movie, her mind hazy and filled with a happiness that could only come from being high out of your fucking mind. You seemed to be comfortable enough hanging out with her friends, the fit of laughter coming from you, says as much. In that moment she has no idea what she was so anxious about before, a small slap of regret finding its way into her chest.

Your eyes fall on Vi, her usual sky blue eyes now tinged with a red hue, and you wonder what her superstition is. Would it involve you like Korra's involved her girlfriend? Or maybe, it was an article of clothing that she keeps strictly for game days.

It gnaws at you as the moment calms down, your eyes still trained on your ex-girlfriend. While you stare at Vi, Ellie stares at you. This whole time, not knowing how she knows you is killing her, she hates not remembering things, and you seemed more important than just being Vi's current hyper fixation.

"Vi, whats yours?" You finally ask, ignoring the deep green pools that stare daggers into your figure. You hope that when she does remember , you and Vi are no where near her. "I mean, I--uh, well." She stumbles, cheeks covered in a deep shade of pink, as she looks at you.

"Spit it out , pussy. Everyone knows mine." Sevika waves, clearly still flustered from her embarrassing charm. "Shit---fuck, okay, its...a bra." Vi mutters, red hued eyes avoiding eye contact with you. You suck you teeth, ready to tease her, "You're acting all secretive over your bra? Youre so lame." You nudge her with your shoulder, the others giggling at the scene before them. "Its not mine." She admits, avoiding the glass piece and passing it to you.

You hit it as you register her words, confusion making you nearly choke on the thick cloud of smoke that floats from your parted lips. The others have started to talk amongst themselves as you look at her with confusion pulling on the inner corners of your brows. "Then whose is it? Mine?" She shakes her head, a look of guilt crossing over her features. "Then...whose..."

It hits you instantly. "Its Caitlyns, isn't it?" Your eyes narrow at her, watching as she nods and rakes her fingers over her crossed thighs. She mentally kicks herself for how honest she was, and she blames the weed for furthering the chasm that seems to be returning between you both.

You scoff as you give her a once over, the tone of the night shifting as you sit there in contemplation for more time than required. You're movements are slow and calculated as you check the time. Your goal is to make it seem like you have a class to get to, not like your heart has just been gut-punched by the dyed pink menace. "Hey, did we go to high school together?" Ellie asks suddenly as you're standing up and stretching, the hoodie riding up a little.

It catches you off guard, your high mind scrambling a bit, "No, but you worked at the mall I always went to." Your smile is sugary sweet, trying not to look too frazzled. "Right, right." The gears start to turn in her head, moving quickly as she starts thinking back to her time at hot topic.

Before she can fully put the pieces back together you excuse yourself, "I gotta go, I have a class soon and I cant miss it." You wave as you start sliding your slides back on. "Damn, are you not high?" Korra muses looking at you with low watery eyes, "I mean yeah, but Im pretty good at handling myself." You wave goodbye to the group as you strut to the door, ass jiggling for anyones viewing pleasure.

"Wa-wait!" Vi scrambles to her feet, sliding on her boots and not bothering to lace them, following behind you. The door slams behind her as it finally clicks to Ellie how she knows you, the revelation making her stomach do backflips. She could never forget the way your ass moves, even in those long skirts.

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"Fuck, dollface, hold on." You're halfway to the elevator by now, headphones in your ears as your hips continue to sway. You can't hide the irritation. The more you try to quell the insecurities that come with starting this situation-ship with Vi, the more she appears. Caitlyn had to be your relationships antithesis.

You try your hardest to push down the eruption of poisonous ideations that try bubbling to your surface. You need to calm down, it cannot be this serious. But it is. She always is.

Its not like you were oblivious to Caitlyn when you and Vi first started dating. You knew she had dated someone in the past, just not the who. Truthfully, you were so utterly in love and so naive that you never bothered to ask, a small part of you worried that she would make you more insecure.

Oh, how depressingly right you were.

Caitlyn had to be the most annoyingly perfect person you had ever seen, even if she weren't perfect, you deemed her such. She was so intertwined with Vi's life, everything the redhead owned had been touched by her slender fingers. Everyone in Vi's circle remembered facts about her, something that could not be said for you.

You had seen how she talked to Sevika, Korra and Ellie like she's known them for ages, while you still felt uneasy simply saying hello to the group. There were too many overlaps for there not to have been something happening while you both were dating.

Had she cheated on you? Could you even be mad at her now if it had happened?

Your fingers push the down arrow key on the wall of the elevator, sweatered arms crossed comfortingly across your chest. You were pissed, embarrassed and just down right tired. You wished for the day that you could finally be rid of the name Caitlyn Kirammen from your vocabulary. A part of you believed that day would never come, that you would be at your wedding to Violet and in her wedding speech she would thank Caitlyn for breaking her heart so she could settle for you.

God, you would kill her, destroy the whole venue and light it all ablaze.

Vi's heavy body bounded into the elevator with you, her voice squeaking out apologies and excuses. "The bra is so old, I wouldn't do that to you." She pleads, puppy dog eyes in full effect, but you are too raving mad to be swept up in the warmth of her oceanic eyes. "If its so old then there shouldn't be any fucking luck left." You mumble placing your earbud back into your ear.

She sighs as the elevator dings and lets you both out, your feet hitting the hard concrete with footfalls that sounded as though they meant business. Your mind raced with so many thoughts , too many threads to only focus on one. You needed space, but with Vi around you were absolutely not going to get that.

Maybe, it was a control thing. If she left you to your own vices, let your mind overthink and wander around ,you would finally see through her bullshit. The spell would finally be broken. You would be free from the sticky web of the pink haired charmer, a freedom that you believed you deserved.

Its surprising how fast you can walk when you're deep in thought, how you can zip down pathways like they're runways and you're a model with somewhere to be in five minutes. By, time you look up again, you're standing in front of your own dorm building, Vi hot on your tracks, practically sprinting to grab the handle of the glass door.

"Le-let me." It swings open for you, harsh and swift and too close to your face. You can admire how hastily she tries to fix this, in your head this new obsessed guilty Vi is far better than her explosive counterpart. Though you know the latter is still inside of her, lurking and waiting for your next indiscretion so she can show off her true nature.

Sometimes you wondered how Caitlyn dealt with it, especially since she met Vi as a feral teenage delinquent who desperately needed therapy but instead found alcohol and bad company.

The ride up to your floor is near silent, your face blank as she stares at you. She feels like she might have a panic attack, her heart organ pulsing wildly against the confines of her ribs. She just wanted to be honest--isn't that the best policy? If you were to somehow find the lacy deep blue bra stuffed under her hockey jersey in her gym bag, you would certainly throw a fit anyway.

And you asked her! You could have left well enough alone, just sit there all pretty while they ripped into Sevika and Korra for their sweet and ridiculous charms, instead you just had to be nosey. So, if technically its your own fault.

She knew that justification wouldn't work on you though, you've become too eagle-eyed for her misdirections, easily being able to outwit her manipulations. She hates the effect you have on her, the feeling of you being upset with her has become a recent trigger. She wants you fucked out and giddy beneath her all the time, your adorably sweet smile adorning your features anytime she comes around.

"Dollface, please!" Her voice comes out cracked and close to hoarse, another thing she's going to blame on the amount of weed she's smoked today. You stop in your tracks just outside the elevators metal jaws, angry eyes meeting those pathetic looking baby blues that keep trying to drag you into their deep pools.

The elevator goes to close, her strong hand stopping it before it can dare think to trap her inside. "What do you want me to say, Violet? Want me to be okay with this?!" Her first name rolls of your tongue like poisoned syrup, sweet in tone but deliciously spiked. A burn becomes so evident in her cunt, her heat starting to clench around nothing as she drinks in your upset form.

She knows she should be taking your feelings into consideration and not sexualizing the situation, but you look so gorgeous. The way your words drip from your easily kissable lips, the anger in your infliction, the way you stare her deep in her eyes--like you hate her but want her at the same time.

"I am so sorry princess. I'll make it up to you, give you whatever you want." Vi moves her body to stand in front of you, her intoxicating scent filling your senses. Her form is so intimidating, the way she towers over you like you are simply a pawn in her grander game, something so small that shes taken a liking to.

Her muscles bulge even under the deep blue hoodie, the kind of bulk that freezes you in place when you first see it. It always captivated you how she was so toned and muscular, how deep those muscles ran. She had every reason to be cocky; her face was disgustingly gorgeous, the kind of beauty that could piss someone off because they weren't born with it first, and her body showed her dedication. Every muscle a reminder that she worked hard and could work you harder.

"I'll do whatever you want, just, please forgive me." She whispers, dipping her head low enough to graze the shell of your ear. Your mind races. You want to grip her bicep and bite down hard on her skin, trace her bulging veins with a flat tongue, tie her up and have your way with her. "Let me top you." You whisper back, a small look of shock taking over Vi.

"What?" She sounds bewildered, an air of disbelief surrounding you both. The hallway isnt empty by any means, a few other students prancing around, brushing past you both. "You heard me. I want to top you, just this once." Your smile is devilish, evil, and oh so inviting.

She would be a liar if she said she's never thought about it. She's never allowed anyone to touch her more than surface level, her body physically recoiling whenever another woman's fingers would slide to the hem of her boxers. It wasn't like she didn't want it, in the deep recesses of her mind she craved it, but her pride never allowed her to relinquish that control.

Her teeth take her bottom lip hostage, chewing on it in quiet contemplation. You were sure that this would be the one thing Caitlyn hadn't done, it was your turn to leave a mark on Vi. And you planned to leave a scar so deep that if she dared to have another lover, she would feel the same pain that you've felt.

"Fuck...just this once?" She pulls back, her head facing yours as you nod eagerly, ignoring the reluctancy that flashes in her eyes. She opens the door to her dorm in silence, her stomach doing flips and tricks that she's sure will leave their whip marks on her stomach lining.

You've always wanted to top Vi, for once make her feel as ruined as she made you. A secret fantasy of yours to see the muscular woman writhe in the same pleasure that she inflicted upon you, possibly even overstimulate her to the point of tears. It would be a fitting punishment for the berry colored headache.

In one swift motion you've pushed her onto her bed, crawling on top of her like a lioness descending upon her prey. A quiet whimper escapes her scarred lips, face burning as hot as the furnace between her legs. You smile down at her, tugging the hem of her hoodie over her abs. "Take this off." You command, and she moves faster than she would like to admit when dragging the fabric off of her body.

You follow her movements, pulling the gray hoodie--that she despises-- off your form, revealing the light pink bra with a cute little rose in the middle. She sits up on her tattooed forearms, drinking in the sight of you perched on her lap like some kind of sex demon.

Your high eyes are lidded, low and looking at her with that erotic look that tells her that you will devour her whole. "Jesus, do you always look like this?" She asks from beneath you, the question is rhetorical and you give a kind chuckle, your main concern being your mission. 'Be better than Cait.'

You capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Its messy, not the loving, passionate shit that shes used to, this kiss is raw and full of need and taste of anger. The way you shove your tongue into her mouth, no permission and overtake it like it belongs to you, like she belongs to you, pulls a groan from her.

Your fingers dip below the band of her sweatpants, pushing against the fabric of her boxers as she tries to find some footing, gain any piece of control back from you. Delicate digits slide against the wet spot that is ever forming on her boxers, pressing at the erect nub that slightly strains beneath them.

She lets out a small hiss, the teasing pleasure distracting her from you, who has now started sucking possessive hickeys into her ivory skin, licking at the bruises that bloom almost immediately. You want her desperate, powerless. Your head moves down as your hand pushes a finger deeper down to play with her clenching pussy hole, playfully pushing the cotton into its waiting gape.

Small sighs of eroticism fall from her kissed-plump lips as you dive for her pierced nipple on her buff chest, that being the start of her slow decent into sex induced madness. "Woah, what the fuck?" She gasps, mouth falling open as you like against the metal, bitting down on the skin just the right amount for you to feel her clit jump.

You lay your tongue flat against her nipples, tracing a path of spit along her chest, then down to her abs, leaving more hickeys and bite marks along them, singing praises as you leave another mark. "God, your body is amazing Vivi." You whisper against her, her mind fighting itself to not say anything stupid to ruin the mood.

You look so good, licking along every fiber of her being, marking her where you see fit, no concern for if someone might see the evidence of this one time deal. The confines of need for control start to crumble around her. Would it be the worst thing in the world to simply let go?

Shes so deep in thought, she doesnt even notice that her sweatpants and boxers were being ripped down her muscular thighs, falling onto Maddies side of the room as if they were trash that surrounded the treasure between her legs. You drink in the sight, an unruly bush staring back at you, dyed pink to match the shaggy choppy half mullet on top of her head.

Your fingers gather her slick, lust filled eyes maintaining harsh eye contact with her as you rub experimental circles. She lets out a squeal, a sound you didn't expect, large hand going to catch your wrist. "Wait, just hold on for a second." She tries to smooth her hair out but fails, the metal clip that kept it out of her face while smoking now being the very thing stopping her from soothing herself.

She's used to being the one in control, the one sitting between your thighs, reducing you to a mess of cries and choked moans. This new feeling of submission battling her intense need to dominate. 'Just this once.' She tells herself, 'I'll try anything once.'

"Calm down Vivi, I'll take good care of you." Theres something sinister in your smirk as you slide to your knees in front of her, using both hands to part her muscular thighs.

A small moan escapes your lips as you watch the sticky strings of her arousal cling to the sides of her groin, her folds almost glued together with her slick. "You're so wet." You mumble pressing a kiss to her heat, her hips buck involuntarily, a sound of passion leaving her maw.

"Wish I could take a picture." Another disbelieving hiss leaves your lips as you stare at the strings of her arousal drenching the dyed red bush that sat directly on top of her heat. "Beautiful?" She's breathless, staring down on your focused form as your thumb meticulously swipes around her clit, narrowly missing it each time.

"Hm?" You respond, still focused on teasing her. She's so close to where you want her, so ready to hear the way your name will roll off her pierced tongue. "Stop fucking teasing me." Vi groans digging the heels of her hands into her eye sockets. You're driving her wild, and she's more impatient than you remember her being.

You oblige her, your tongue licking a long strip from her hole to her clit, swirling the tip of the muscle around her nerves, and then pulling it into your mouth. Youre gentle with your ministrations, you dont want to start off too intense and give her a bad experience, so you start off slow.

Tongue flat as you slide it over her clit, bottom lip meeting the top as if you were tasting the sweetest fruit, tongue rolling against your hole a few times.

"Nghh--shit--harder, baby." Her macho act slips fast, faltering to a high pitched moaning mess. You feel triumphant. Still, you listen to her pleas, sucking her clit harder until you can feel the hood part along your tongue, licking the underside as she grips your hair, finger tangled in the mess of your locks. "S-such a good girl~" Her words drip like honey as you hum in agreement, shoving your face deeper into her cunt voluntarily, making her squeal at the deeper sensation.

You lapped at her clit like it was the cream on a cupcake, nibbling every now and again. You let go of her clit, blowing cool air on the burning nub. "Shit, why'd you stop?" She pouts looking at you through lidded blue eyes, "I want to feel you cum." Vi's heart skips a few beats, the look in your eyes scares her. She was so close to cumming, the warm release filling her belly in a way she hasn't felt.

She was pissed you took it from her, but relieved to get a break from that tongue of yours. The way you moved your muscle had to be illegal, a learned trait that should be deemed too dangerous for feminine consumption. She needed to feel it again, have you taste her more often.

She would never admit any of this outside of her own head, she still had a reputation to uphold, 'a one time thing' she kept reminding herself, even though her body demanded more.

You stand in front of her, peeling your sweatpants and soaked panties off your body, leaving them in a heap on the floor. You stand before her naked, bare body served for her viewing pleasure, handcrafted just for her.

You sit in between her legs, placing one heavy limb to take purchase on your shoulder, ignoring its weight for her sake. You hover until your pussy meets hers, grinding down in more experimental thrusts. The feeling of your arousal mixing with hers, your clits bumping against each other, and the way you add just enough pressure to ruin her, makes her head spin.

"Fuckkk~" Her heads thrown back and her eyes are practically begging to roll out of her head, every thrust is taking a small piece of her sanity with it. Your hips snap against hers quicker, pace increasing as you keep your body pressed into her thigh, biting at the meat to keep yourself sane.

She lets go out a particularly loud cry, overstimulated tears rolling down her face as she grips your hips tightly, you dont stop, you continue riding her through her high. Her mind wont stop spinning, clouded by the feeling that grips her. Her brain tells her to stop, but her body begs her to indulge. What harm would one more orgasm do?

She sounds so needy, her voice cracking as she begs you to go faster, to make her feel good. Her words only egg you on as you move further back, using her leg for stability as you plunge two fingers into her clenching hole, fingering her as your clits continue to catch.

Thats enough for her to whimper. A small pout on her lips as she stares at you with beautiful blue puppy dog eyes, those same tears of your super stimulation flowing down her freckled cheeks. This wasn't fair. She looked so cute all a mess beneath you, taking your fingers in her begging hole like a pro. She's a sight for sore eyes, an affront to the human species, too damn perfect for her own good.

You thank that metal hair clip that keeps her unruly bangs from falling in her face, covering the juxtaposition of her scarred right side and her softer left. 'So beautiful'.

" D-doll, 'm gonna cum...please let me cum." She stutters out swiftly, nails digging into your skin, her own version of evidence of your sin. Her eyes land on your figure, rutting against her with such enthusiasm, one hand working her over while the other uses her leg for stability.

Everything about you was perfect, the way you moaned so sweet and innocently like you weren't destroying her right beneath you, the way your body glistened with sweat and small droplets of her arousal that had clung to you, the scent you emitted, it was all driving her crazy.

Your own end was rapidly approaching but you refused to cum before her, you wanted her overstimulated and fucked out and you were so close to getting your wish, you just to hold on just a little longer. You grind harder onto her, fingers moving quicker as you chased your own high, she was close, you could feel the way her pussy clenched against your fingers.

"Oh my--fuck, yes! Right there, princess, right fucking there!" She practically yells as her high hits her hard, her nails leaving marks along your hip bones. You followed close behind her, thrusting against her until your body shook from the stimulation.

You both stayed there for a few seconds, chest rising and falling as you took each other in. Stray tendrils of berry colored hair stuck to her face, a small grin plastered on her fucked out face, pierced tongue darting out to lip her chapped lips. You, on the other hand, looked triumphant, like a goddess among people. Somehow, cumming that hard had made you glow, and she felt honored to have been apart of it. You pulled your digits from her creamy cunt, a pang of overstimulation sweeping over her for a few seconds.

Vi has never had this happen before, never been touched the way you just had, and now she doesnt think she can go without it. She pulls you into her naked body, tattooed arms pulling you closer, taking nose-fulls of your scent into her system.

She wanted this forever, this feeling of you being fully hers.

You both laid there as your eyes clung to the ceiling, eyes tracing small details in the walls. "I think you might be my new addiction." She confesses, its playful and you want to take it as such, but you know Vi, you could very well be becoming her newest vice. You're not sure if you hated that idea.

"Thats kinda gay." You joke and she chuckles pulling one of your thighs over her own. "I'm just happy that we're sorta back together." You don't want to burst her bubble, but you also don't want her to live in any delusions. "And what does that even mean? Like, are we going on dates? Are we exclusive or just playing it by ear? Can I see other people?" That last question struck something in her.

She knew how she was around Grayson; a jealous wreck that beat her up for her simply being too close to you. No matter how many times she heard that you and Grayson had decided on just being friends, her mind couldn't accept it. Friends don't touch the way you both did on that dance floor.

What if it didnt stop at Grayson? You're very attractive, the kind of attractiveness that could ruin lives and get away with it because you're too sweet to do it purposefully. You were the reason pretty privilege was coined as a term, you deserved free things in her mind, your life needed to be easy.

"I swear to god, if you date anyone else I will send them our sex tapes." She deadpans, eyes carrying a firmness that tells you everything you need to know. Your mission was complete, even though she was practically putty in your palms already. You giggle to yourself, both at your thoughts and her. "You're laughing, but I will seriously ruin every relationship you try to get in." She wraps her arms around you in one possessive motion, "You're mine, all mine." She mumbles into your hair.

She means every word that spills from her lips, the thought of someone else getting to feel you the way she does, make you sound the way she does, do anything she does to you, makes her want to die.

She wasn't one for sharing, anything that once belonged to her usually always did, except when she was ready to let it go. And she had no plans on letting you go any time soon.

You reach up to cup her cheek, running a comforting thumb over her cheek, "Is that why you punched Gray?" She mentally groans at your cute little nickname for the gray eyed captain, even though she has her own nicknames that you call her on a near daily basis. "Yeah. I just--I don't know. I felt like she was mocking me, like she was flaunting you in my face, and plus I saw you wear her stupid hoodie." She admits, soft blue eyes trained on Maddies side of the room, watching as the plants sway in the breeze from her opened window.

Be honest.

You stare at her, the cloudiness of her eyes returning, conflict storming into her baby blue eyes. She fought back the feeling of bile rising in her throat from being so vulnerable with you, telling a truth that wasn't disguised by wit and sarcasm. Still, she found her mouth moving before she could stop it, insecurity lacing her voice, "Think your little girl toy will freak out when she finds out you were in my bed?"

Vi hopes her words wont make you leave, wont give you post nut clarity and you realize that this whole situation is fucked and you'll re-block her, just to get back with the dark haired meathead she hates so much.

That would be the moment she really would destroy your life. She would send every single text to Grayson and tell Gray in great detail of the expert way you fucked her a few seconds ago. You belong to her, and her alone.

"I called it off after we argued. " Your small voice breaks through her revenge plot, your index nail tracing a vein along the side of her neck. "It just didn't feel right." For a second her eyes flicker down towards you, that same begging look for you not to lie to her, extremely evident. "You promise youre done with her?" Her eyes carry that kicked puppy look she's famous for, "I promise, we are just friends." You grin up at her with so much warmth she fights all the alarms that pound in her head, the sirens that scream at her to run.

"And while we're at it, get rid of that stupid hoodie. If you need one so bad, Ill give you one." Vi fusses, voice dripping with horribly disguised disgust. Her hand comes up to grip your face, an intimidation tactic that does nothing to actually scare you. Squished face and unfazed, a demand of your own slips out of your lips."Okay, get rid of Caitlyns bra. I don't give a fuck if its a good luck charm, get a new one." Your voice is low and seductive yet your perfect lips are packed into a smile and your eyes carry nothing but softness. You were so dangerous.

How could you utter something so commanding while looking so innocent? It sent shivers down her spine that took root in her core, "Whatever you say, mama."

A silence follows, your head now resting on her bare chest as your finger traces made up words on her exposed breasts and the steady hum of her heartbeat fills your ear. You brush against her nipple a few times just to see her reaction, how her body shakes a bit like she's steeling herself against prickles of pleasure.

"If you keep doing that, Ill fuck you." She doesn't even look up from watching videos on her phone, but the warning is there, floating in the air like puffy smoke. You let out a small hum as you stay deep in your thoughts, trying to find any possible decision that didnt end up in you being kicked out of Vi's room--again.

"I-um, I have something to tell you." You start, looking her deep in her eyes as you grasp for her hand. You can hear her heart rate increase, and you have to admit you're terrified of the outcome of your next moves. Its best she find out from you, a flashback of the video incident playing in your brain--the insults she threw at you, the look of betrayal that pulled on her gorgeous features, the argument that followed while you demanded to fix the rift--it all flowed through you like a river of trauma.

Shes silent as if telling you to continue, so you do. "Remember how I told you about my gay awakening? About the girl from hot topic that I had a fling with the summer before my junior year? The--uh--it was Ellie."

Vi felt her once hot blood run cold at your words, "Like...Ellie? The one we just fucking smoked with?" You can hear the thrum of her heart get louder, you choke back a sob of fear, "Y-yeah." Your bottom lip trembled, your own heart beating so hard in your ears you didnt know which heart drum belonged to who.

Be patient.

This was far from true patience, this was something more akin to swallowing your pride and ignoring the problem.

"Why didnt you tell me?" To your surprise--and hers-- she holds back the rage that is quickly trying to engulf her, the venom that she wants to spit at you and Ellie for both keeping such a secret from her. "I was scared you'd beat the shit out of her, and that I might ruin another one of your friendships." You sit up to look her deep into her eyes, the anger evident on her face even though she's trying to keep it at bay.

In truth, she was never close to Grayson, she just couldn't intimidate the larger, buffer and calmer girl into leaving you alone. That was part of the reason she fixated on your relationship so heavily. But, Ellie was her friend. An actual person she cared for deeply, someone who she valued so much that she would do anything to keep her around.

"I promise I don't feel anything for her anymore, and I don't even think she remembers me! I swear Vi, please." You tug on her fingers, looking at her with those pleading eyes that always get you what you want out of her. She cant blame you for your past, she knows this much, and she keeps replaying Vanders words on rebuilding trust.

How much more will she have to take before you fucking trust her again? How do you expect her to just be okay with her best friend having touched you in ways only she should? How much about your past did she not know?

Still, theres a burn in her stomach that boils and bubbles, it seeks release through the spout that is her scarred lips, but for your sake she refrains. She can recognize the fact that you're here, in her bed, naked body pressed against hers in a way thats too intimate to not mean anything.

Though, a small voice is asking so many questions: did you do this with her best friend too? Did Ellie teach you how to kiss the way you do? The type of kiss that always left her breathless and begging for another hit of whatever addictive substance that coated your plump lips.

Did you practice that little combo you did on her just now on Ellie? She knows you weren't allowed out much--if at all-- as a teenager so how did you ever have a fling with her?

The thoughts made her sick, an angry puddle of envious bile finding refuge in her stomach.

"Okay, yeah, I believe you." Her voice soft, as if raising her voice would collapse the facade shes made for herself. You let go of a breath you had no idea you were holding, a sigh of relief breezing out of you.

"For the love of god, stop fucking my teammates." She tries her hardest to make it sound like a joke, even though she's serious, she doesn't know how much more of this she can take. She just might kill herself if you have a fling with Sevika or Korra next.

You let out a strained chuckle, relief spreading over you in quick waves as you cuddled against her body, going back to rubbing soft circles around her chest. Still, something nagged at the both of you, neither of you being able to pinpoint why that heavy weight hung so concerningly low over your heads.

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Two days later and you and Vi were still in this weird limbo state, neither of you daring to address the feelings that hung between you both. So you did what you did best, ignored it and hoped the problem would somehow fix itself.

Vi's mind was unfortunately still consumed by the inner workings of your summer relationship with Ellie, and how she seemed to be the last one to know. Why didn't Ellie tell her? Probably too scared she would get the Grayson treatment. You said Ellie didn't remember you, but how could she not? It just didn't make sense.

You must have gotten plastic surgery for her to not remember hooking up with you-- her friends ex girlfriend. She wondered how it ended between you two. If you had decided to play the dutiful daughter role that you were known for, and hide your sexuality from your parents, deciding to stay closeted instead of being out and proud.

Just like Caitlyn did to her.

Her phone buzzed while she chewed the end of the #2 pencil that stayed trapped in her incisors. It was like she was trying to decode your past, a puzzle that seemed to only get harder the more that was revealed. Her phone buzzed again, and she ignored it once again, mind currently occupied with the difficult task of figuring out who she gave her heart to.

Thats all this is; a fear that she would get her heart broken once again by a pretty girl with a captivating energy, a scent that clouded her nose, a body that seemed too erotic to be human and a voice that could sway her mind in any direction. She needed to get a grip, fast.

But, she had already lost the minute you walked into that party that Jinx hosted. The way her azure eyes scanned over every piece of exposed skin on you, traced your curves and committed them to memory. You looked so brand spanking new, everything about you carried this air of confidence she had never seen from you, the air of someone who finally learned that their beauty could stop traffic and was now able to yield it with certainty.

It was a far cry from the girl she broke up a month before, truthfully she should have seen the signs of your change since before the break up. You started snapping at her more often, you started talking about making your junior year your bitch, planning on finally having a social life.

Gone was the shy nymph she once knew, now you were replaced with a siren who seemed to be addicted to pulling her in even when she tried to push away, like the vast sea you seemed to occupy. Another buzz, yet she still ignored it.

It was an effect she thought you on only her, it seems she was wrong. Was Ellie in love with you? What if you were her first love?

If that was true she would have to find a way to make sure her friend moved far, far away. You both wouldnt be allowed to be in the same room for more than 1 minute, no time for Ellie to confess some undying love for you, and no time for you to seriously consider it.

Would she have to find a new best man? Can you even have a wedding after your future best man has felt the lips of your future wife?

Her hands raked through her hair, trying to quell the beast that lingered right behind her eyes. Her homework completely discarded, annoying her with its presence. Who would she even ask about how serious this was? She didnt want anyone to know how jealous this whole thing made her, especially not you. You seemed to be growing tired of her shenanigans even though you were the cause for almost all of them.

Who had known Ellie the longest? Besides you and her, of course. Maybe Mel had answers? But, Mel would definitely tell you that she was snooping around without a second thought, maybe that Dina girl that Ellie hangs out with but she had no way of knowing when that friendship began.

A 6th buzz drew her out of her thoughts completely, eyes darting to the LED screen that glowed with a nasty gleam. The top message on the stack belonged to you, your name glowing in a sick taunt.

Dollface ᰔᩚ: graysons hosting a halloween party at her house :D

Dollface ᰔᩚ: gonna be a d.e.b with melmel !!!

Dollface ᰔᩚ: *2 attachments* do you like it?

As if her life werent hard enough. She opened the attachments, mentally preparing for...well she didn't know what to expect but, you --sitting on your dorms hardwood floors, leaning forward on your hands and thigh high dressed knees--wasn't on the list at all.

The white button up shirt hugging your perky tits so tightly it looked mere seconds from bursting open, short blue plaid skirt barely in view in the first picture. She could see it clearly flipped up, visions of it flapping while she plunged her dick into your begging hole flashing through her mind.

God, how she wanted to drink up your moans and praises, your sweet voice begging her to speed up or slow down, go harder and deeper, pleading with her to touch that spongey spot that drove you wild. If she had a dick, she would be the hardest she could possibly be.

The second picture is truly what turned her brain to mush. You were on your back, the button up shirt now opened, but only around the curve of your supple breasts a red lace bra cupping them perfectly. Your skirt sat prettily around your hips, snug and short, a matching red lace thong wrapped your white thigh high cladded knees.

The sight making her throat go dry, and no amount of swallowing her spit could save her from the wetness rushing between her thighs. It was like going to a museum and seeing a sculpture of the worlds most beautiful woman, stylized to invoke a feeling of pure adoration and admiration.

For once, she understood art. You were a masterpiece, even if you didn't realize it. Her body craved to ruin you, to please you till your mind had turned into the same goo puddle that you reduced hers to. Maybe she was more obsessed with you than she thought. Vi hadn't been in your scent for all of two days, yet she felt like it had been years.

She was starving, and you had the very thing to satiate her sitting between your legs, guarded by thick thighs. Vi had convinced herself that you were a succubus sent from hell to punish her for all the women she womanized.

You had to be her karma, her achilles heel, her humanized comeuppance. The brutal truth was, she really couldn't give a fuck. If you destroyed her, she was fine with that, as long as you obliterated her with that seductive look you carried on your face.

It took her all of three seconds to gather her things, stuffing all her study materials into her bag haphazardly, like they had personally offended her by being so obtuse and difficult to work with. Her feet felt like twenty pound cinderblocks, no matter how she willed them to move faster her physical limitations held her back, keeping her pace to a dull speed walk while she raced through the library.

The whispers of disgruntled students muffled by the thumping of her heart against her chest. The only thing she cared about was only a 5 minute walk (2 minute sprint) away from her current position, all she had to do was make it to the door with no problems.

"Vi!" A problem. An auburn headed problem with mossy green eyes and an oral fixation called out for her, just as her feet stepped out of the library. 'Its fine' She tells herself, trying her best to stamp down the needles of anxiety that prick at her skin, that and the bite that came with not being able to have her hands on you at this very moment.

She waves back, friendly, fake, smile adorning her features, like she wasnt calling her friend everything but a child of god in the comfort of her own head. "El!" Her buzzed with another notification, she knew she should just ignore it, its not like the pictures have a time limit she could come back to them again.

But you wouldnt be dressed like that ever again, not without prompting. And what if you both stopped this situation you were in, now shes missed out on fucking you in cosplay. She just couldnt take that chance.

Dollface ᰔᩚ: leaving me on read?

Dollface ᰔᩚ: naughty girl ;) *1 attachment*

Ellie arrives just as shes about to press play on the video, finger hovering over it cautiously. Just from the thumbnail she can see your shirt completely opened, skirt forgotten somewhere off screen and your rainbow dildo hanging seductively off the tip of your tongue.

"Look, this is gonna be hard to hear, but I have something important to tell you." Ellie is stumbles, squeezing her hand into a fist multiple times, green pools holding their gaze with the floor. She isn't good at this sorta thing, none of them seemed to be, but she's seen Vi angry, seen the destruction a pissed off yet determined Vi can achieve. She wants no parts of that.

Vi is catching every other word the younger girl is saying, eyes stuck on her cellular device, the one that holds something that is greater than all the riches in world--You. She doesn't want to be a dick, but she has no real interest in whatever Ellie is trying to force out, even if she has an inkling about what it pertains to.

A large hand juts out to touch the top of her head, as if she's just remembered something important. "Uh, El, I gotta head out. Tell me later at Graysons party, yeah?" Its mumbled and a jumble of words that at first don't even make much sense, Ellie having to take a few seconds just to decode the sentence.

"Y-yeah." She has no idea what she agreed too, but the answer is good enough for Vi, who sprints as quickly as her booted feet could carry her to the dorm building.

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She arrives at your door, enthusiastically loud bangs come from her fist making obvious contact with the door. She's so ready, even stopped at her dorm--ignoring Maddie--to get the harness for her strap.

As she stands there, happy smirk on her face while waiting, her mind starts to wander, back to the nasty thoughts of you that haunted her seconds ago.

First, she would fuck your face, a punishment for making her so horny, then she would have you put the skirt back on and fuck you in the doggy position, just to watch the material flutter around your hips with each thrust. After that she would--

Your door swings open and she's expecting the room to be filled with the scent of your sex, like she had been imagining, instead it was filled with the chatter of too many women, the soft music emitting from a orange speaker, and the gross realization that she had been played.

You weren't even the one to open the door, it was Mel who looked at her with confusion and then exasperation. "Babe, its for you!" She yells for you, voice straining a bit over the conversation and music. Your head snaps to the door, mind now ignoring Jinx and her over analysis of some childhood conspiracy theory. Eyes landing on the pink haired girl whose orbs are blown wide and pupils are dilated with insatiable lust.

"Oh! Hi, Vi!" She swallows hard as she takes in the fact that you might just be a worker for the devil. How did this even happen so fast? You just sent those pictures mere minutes ago, yet now you're getting gussied up with your best friend and her sister? What type of evil magic did you possess?

You strut out the door, letting the metal close behind you as you face the buff girl, arms crossed over your chest as you stare up at her, that perfect seductive smile gracing your magnificent features.

"So you like teasing me now?" Her voice is hoarse and falters a tad towards the end, her rough facade creaking at the base. She moves closer, your body close to pressing against the handle of your door. "I wasn't teasing! Just wanted a friends opinion." You defend, standing straighter as if that would make the taller woman back down.

You look good like this--dressed in a black robe with red lining and black lace around the base of the sleeves, hair tussled as if you had freshly pulled it out of your bonnet, no makeup had touched your face yet you looked like you were runway ready. She pulled you closer, muscular arms wrapping around your waist in a way that made you feel smaller than you were against her.

"Im not your fucking friend." She growls, voice deep and dripping with misplaced sexual frustration. "Could've fooled me." The sweet smell of your perfume invading her senses as her head dips impossibly close, you both sharing the same breath, using it as a means to continue life.

You want her to kiss you, want to be validated for the hard work you put in staging such naughty photos.

A few hours ago, you spent what should have been your study time taking nudes and lewd photos just for Vi. She hadn't been texting you since you told her about Ellie, and that simply wouldn't do. If this relationship were to work, you needed to have a level of control you didn't right now, but you would make sure you got it.

"Keep acting like a brat and I'll fuck that attitude out of ya." You let a small whimper at that, her rough hand finding its way to the plush of your ass, squeezing one cheek like a stress ball. "Just needed to make sure you never forget me~" You moan, head falling to the side with that effortless sex appeal.

You were such a dangerous sight. Everything about you dripped sex appeal, and maybe she was ovulating but it was so easy for you to turn her on. Thats the way you wanted her.

"I could never forget about you." She kisses you, lips capturing you in a slow dance of lust driven hunger. You'd been waiting for her to snap, half expected her to tell your friends to get the fuck out of your room so she could punish your properly., instead, her hands cup your ass as yours find their way around her neck.

Her eyes are closed yet her expression reads as frustration, she's wanted to feel you for so long, but her head wouldn't stop spinning with the thoughts of your Ellie summer romance. None of that mattered now as she pushed you against the door, the handle digging into your back but you didn't care, all you wanted was Vi. Her large body kept you encased in the heat of her ministrations.

You pulled away from her hungry lips, the ones that sought to devour your personhood, to consume all that you are and then spit you out, leaving you scared and confused. You needed to breath something that wasnt so her.

Your both trying to catch the breaths that have left you, her bulk has not left your space though, she feels impossibly close, and you can safely count the freckles that dance on her cheeks. "Are you coming to Gray's party tonight?" Its a breathless question, eyes flickering from her neck to her eyes then to her lips.

"If you're going dressed like a slut, of course I'm going." She smirks at you, the kind of smirk that tells you she's not finished with you yet.

The elevator doors open down the hall, a tall model like woman stepping out of the metal jaws. You and Vi still flirted, her smirking down at you while you bit back with that ease that seemed to send all the blood rushing to her clit. Neither of you catching how the deep blue haired girl stares at you, a crushing weight of jealousy or something else akin to it she didn't know.

"I should head back in, but come over if you wanna pregame. Bring Maddie too." Your finger thumbs to the door behind you, gesturing to the small gathering going on behind it. "I might, but Maddie isn't invited." She corrects, shrugging her shoulders as if it were nothing. It should have been nothing, but you were nothing if not nosey. For now, you let it go, landing a smack to her fat ass as she walked away.

The muscle jiggling a little much to Vi's embarrassment. Her head whips around as you throw her a wink, your eyes not registering the way Caitlyn's dark eyes falls on you with deep seated resentment.

The big grin that has spread across Vi's face quickly fell once her eyes landed on what she now considers her least favorite ex, Caitlyn. "Hey, cupcake." She swallows hard, mind going blank at the look of her ex dressed like a spy, an eye patch over her left eye. "What are you supposed to be?" Vi's eyes cross over her figure in judgement.

Caitlyns accented voice scoffs, hand placed gracefully on her hip. "Im a spy, one that had a job go wrong." Her manicured figure pointing to the black eye-patch. "Kinda convoluted for halloween, dont'cha think?" Vi muses, opening her dorm room door, fiery body moving out of the way for the taller woman. "As long as I look good, who cares?" In a swift move she's plopped herself onto Maddies empty bed, watching as Vi moves through some items, looking for a costume.

"How is Vander and Powder?" Caitlyn asks, nails fluttering to sit in her lap neatly, back straight, hair cascading in waves that could carry you away. "Jinx." Vi corrects, a boundary Caitlyn had never crossed before. Seems she's been crossing a lot of boundaries lately, enough to make Vi notice.

She usually likes to let Caitlyn have one too many free passes at her, she feels like she owes her that much. But, recently its starting to feel less like worry and more like surveillance. "Right. Sorry, I keep forgetting." A lie that does not make Vi feel any better, because she knows that Caitlyn knows that Powder prefers to be called Jinx by anyone that wasn't immediate family. "Whatever." Her voice is short, the misplaced anger that she has for you and Ellie threatening to trickle out of her.

And she truly believes that Caitlyn might deserve it.

"Whats with the attitude?" Caitlyn has never been one for beating around the bush, her very strict nature for herself spilling onto those that she was closets too. "You've been keeping tabs on me for Vander." It comes out low, dangerous, laced with spite and venom. "He asked me to." Caitlyn defends, smile faltering slightly, still she steels herself, ready to deal with the onslaught of emotions that usually came with the pink-haired hurricane.

"I know, and I appreciate the worry, but I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need you protecting me." Her hands slam on the wooden desk in front of her, head hung low as she tries--fails-- to control the fury in her stomach. To her, all everyone seemed to see her as is the same delinquent that she was when she was a teenager, the one who hung around bad kids that pressured her into scary situations that ended with Vi having to fight her way out of them.

"Yeah? Well, what were doing the week you got kicked off the hockey team? hm? You sent Maddie to my apartment and didn't talk to us for five whole days!"

"I was going through something." Vi mumbles out, fingers digging deep into the wood of her desk.

"Is that what you call a fight with your infantile little girlfriend?"

Many people seemed to believe that Vi was some sort brute who barely had enough intelligence to fill a cup, and while she did solve many of her problems with intimidation or brute strength, she also had a brain behind those eyes. Its why even though she went to juvie, she was still able to go to one of the top colleges in the state, and maintain scholar level grades.

"What the fuck did you just say?" A soft warning for Caitlyn to back down, take it back, to stop insulting you. Caitlyn was never one for shutting up, especially when she felt like she was right. "The truth. You have to admit that whatever you both have is far from love, you barely can have a conversation without arguing." She says it so matter a factly, like she knows the inner workings of your relationship.

"And who told you that bullshit?" Vi faces Caitlyn, chest heaving as that famous angry scowl makes it way deeper into her skin. As if she didn't know who told Caitlyn that crock of shit, but she wants to hear her say it. "Doesn't matter who." Her deep blue eyes looking everywhere but Vi's powder blue ones. "I love her, and she loves me." Vi bounds over to her, voice wavering a tad, rage filling her eyes once she spots that holier than thou look Caitlyns carrying.

"Oh, please! She's just your infatuation of the week, you'll get bored of her and come crawling back to me, like you always do." Caitlyn can see her jaw tighten, "Im not that person anymore." Flared nostrils and too much adrenaline. Caitlyn is sure Vi might actually hit her, yet she presses on, "The person you were two fucking weeks ago?" She's yanked up by the collar of her shirt, Vi's fist capturing the rough material of her black turtleneck.

"You don't know shit about me, neither does your dumb blonde dyke. You lost all right to "worry" about me when we broke up, and I begged you to stay, and you didn't." Vi's grip on her shirt tightens when she recalls the countless nights her teenage self spent curled up on her childhood room's floor, bawling her eyes out begging the universe to kill her so she wouldn't feel the pain anymore.

The scars on her wrists that are not covered by her bio moms leather bracelet, that reflect how deep in her depression she was, the taste of her lips lasting too long on Vi's plump ones to the point she refused to eat because she wanted to savor the flavor longer. Caitlyn would never know how deeply she grieved her, wouldn't understand how the off and on again sneaky sex that happened every few months when she decided she needed a quick Vi fix were silently breaking her.

How destroyed she was when she went to England the semester before Vi met you.

Vi had craved her. She wanted her approval, for her to see that Vi had changed enough to finally be someone that Caitlyn could meet outside of the comfort of a dorm. Then she met you, and all that went out the window for a while, Caitlyn far from her mind as she put her all into your relationship. Was it the healthiest? No, but fuck if she didn't try.

Its hard to let go of the comfort of someone who held her heart in their hands, saved her from herself and pushed her to want more than what she was told. While she cherished Caitlyn, she made a promise to you and herself that she would be better, and Cait's overstepping would amount to more damage than good.

She knew how to ruin a relationship without the help of the model height beauty in front of her. It was time to let go, a sentiment the people around her seemed to reject.

"You cant say that when I am who you call to make you feel better every time she rejects you or fucks someone--"

"Shut the fuck up! Don't fucking act like you know what goes on between us, 'cause you don't!" She shakes her a little, and for a second Caitlyn braces herself for the powerful impact of Vi's fist, but it never comes. Her words slice at Vi's insecurities, every time you flirted with another masc, the video of you kissing Grayson, the look on your face when you told her about Ellie, it races in her mind. It makes her sick.

"I cant keep doing this Caitlyn." No cute pet name, her voice laced with sadness and pure anger. "I cant force you to see that I'm trying to change for her, and I don't need you protecting me." She lets her grip on Cait's shirt loosen, the bunched material of the turtleneck being evidence that she was there. ""For her"? She's going to destroy you and I won't be there to pick up the pieces this time." Caitlyn spits, envy lacing her words. "Good, 'cause I don't want you to."

Vi's stare is harsh and unwavering as they both stand there in pure silence, both of their minds racing with thoughts that they cant properly grasp. Caitlyn smoothes her turtleneck, brushing imaginary dust from her outfit, leaving and slamming the door behind her. Vi's gaze didn't break once.

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"Who has the directions?" Jinx throws to the group, applying the finishing touches to her Morticia Addams costume, pulling her dress down just enough. "I do!" You wave your phone in the air, spritzing a few sprays of your perfume on your pulse points.

You had spent the last few hours pregaming and getting ready with Mel and Jinx, a truly girly experience that left you feeling more fulfilled than you would ever admit.

"Ooo maybe I should tell Vi you've been to Graysons place." Jinx teases, throwing a shot of dark liquor back like it was nothing, "Oh my god she would kill me." Your voice carries this airiness that seems playful, but the thought imbeds itself into your mind. Its not like you and Grayson had ever had sex, you've just been smoking inside her apartment since its been getting colder outside.

"Can't believe you're back together with her." Mel mumbles stuffing her essentials into a small purse, "We're not! We're taking things slow." You're defensive lips coming out into a pout as you down another shot. That one tasting stronger than the last. "Is that what you call it? Didn't know taking it slow meant getting fucked while her sisters worried sick." Her tongue is stuck out in a look of disgust, your cheeks burning with the weight of your ignominy, "I told you to forget about that." You growl, stomping one of your black Maryjanes.

You're already fairly tipsy, a warm feeling washing over your form as you run your hands over your body. You feel as good as you look, and that was pretty fucking amazing.

You float to the full length mirror that sits in the corner of your single, you look like pure sin, a pornstar parading around like a college student. You cant wait to see Vi's reaction. A knock at your door pulls you from admiring yourself, you apply one last swipe of lipgloss before swinging the metal door open.

Vi stands there in her skin tight spider man costume, long shaggy hair falling against the left side of her face, muscles on almost full display. Her bottom half is covered by a pair of grey sweatpants, a surprise hiding under them, just for you. "Fuck." Vi groans as she looks over your form, the only changes you seemed to have made were swapping the red bra for a black one that peeked out from beneath the open buttons of your shirt.

It took every fiber of her being not to turn you around, kick everyone out of the room and fuck you silly against every surface of your dorm room. "I have something for you." You smile, reaching behind you to the coat rack behind the door, "Oh, I get presents now? I feel so special." Her booted feet pound into the room, hand placed dramatically on her heart.

She really does feel special. She loves the idea of you gifting her things that you think reminds you of her, and since its usually something she wants anyway, she's always extremely grateful. You dangle the VI necklace in front of her, the silver pendant swinging from your fingers.

She lets out a girlish squeal, an out of character sound that catches the room off guard. "Ahh, I missed my necklace!" She all but snatches it from your hands, her face lighting up with childish joy. It warms your heart as she clasps the silver chain around her neck, adjusting it to her liking.

Her tattooed arms wrap around you, pulling you into the tightest bear hug you've ever experienced. "Thank you, so much." She whispers in your ear, completely ignoring the two other girls in the room. Well, until Jinx mutters a "fucking gross." that brings her back to her nonchalant persona, "Uh, sorry, um." Vi brushes imaginary dirt off your outfit, small giggles leaving your form as you press a kiss to her cheek. "You're welcome, honey."

"Yuck! Ekko's waiting on us. Can we go please?" Jinx groans throwing her head back dramatically as you grab your purse, "Don't be annoying Powder." Vi critics, hands running through her magenta locks. "Don't be gross Violet." Jinx mocks from the hallway, skipping her way to the elevator. How she does that in almost seven inch platform heels without breaking an ankle, you would never understand, but you respected it nonetheless.

"Should've been an only child." Vi sighs, eyes carrying a look of exhaustion. She loved her sister, however, Powder could be a lot, especially when alcohol and drugs were involved.

Vi swings a heavy arm over your shoulders, semi-leaning on you for support as you both follow the group.

The drive to the party is filled with idle chatter from all parties, Mel, Ekko and Jinx having a heated discussions about who has the music taste out of the whole car. Vi's head is leaning against a window with her eyes closed, you don't know how she's able to sleep with the melody of voices that act as a surround sound all on their own. You, on the other hand, are simply observing, watching everyone else as they do their pre party rituals, alcohol buzzing deep in your system.

The car stops in front of the apartment building, music blasting from the upstairs apartment. You all follow the sound of dance music that flows from Graysons apartment, passing by drunk bodies and groups of people smoking cigarettes.

In a scene oh so familiar to you, you grabbed Mel's hand, much to her surprise. "You okay?" She presses the question to your ear, green-hazel eyes swimming with worry. "Yeah, no, I'm good, just..." You trail off as your eyes scan the area, searching for Grayson.

You hadn't spoken to her since you found out Vi had punched her, which you then tried to send her a long paragraph about how sorry you were on her behalf, but then deleted it two seconds after, deeming it terrible and unworthy. She never brought it up either, hell she ghosted you until the day before the party, where she just sent the party flyer that she made.

No personalized invitation, like you weren't friends, like she wasn't your rock during your "I hate Violet" phase. But you couldn't blame her, you would ghost you too if you took back the girl who punched the sit out of her. You weren't even sure if bringing Vi was a smart idea, but you knew her, she would have invited herself either way, and probably would have made a scene while she was at it.

" I'mma get a drink, you want one?" Vi whispers in your other ear as Mel pulls you onto the dance floor, yelling about how this is her song. "Yeah!" You answer quickly as Mel succeeds in pulling you away from the pink haired lesbian. She pushes through the crowd of sweaty bodies as she finally finds the kitchen, the drinks table decked out with different drinks, a gamble she's scared to take.

She follows the line of partiers filling their cups, mixing something nice and fruity for you since she knows how much you hate the taste of alcohol. For herself, she takes two shots of vodka in the kitchen before filling her cup nearly to the brim with Malibu, the coconut kind that she likes.

"Oh, what the fuck?" An accented gravelly voice behind her murmurs as she finishes pouring her cup. She sighs mentally, the voice being all too familiar to her. "I was invited." She mentions not even turning around to face Grayson, who stalks around the table like hungry shark, waiting for a drop of blood to set her off. "Not by me." She rebuttals, ripping the now closed Malibu bottle from Vi's hand.

She isn't usually this confrontational, but after someone; fucking slammed her into the cold ice, gave her a black eye and busted lip and subsequently gets her benched for two games, all over a girl she made out with at a party, once, mind you--there will always be some animosity hidden in her words.

"Never said I couldn't come either." As much as Vi wants to avoid this whole thing, she cant find it in herself not to be the sarcastic asshole she is known for being. She held a smirk as she gave Graysons silently fuming form a once over, "Didn't think I needed to explicitly say, "bitch who beat me up, stay away."" Grayson stood firm, eyes narrowed at Vi's shorter frame.

"What the fuck are you even supposed to be?" Vi changed subject, arms crossed over her bulky chest. If Grayson wanted to fight, they could, there's no risk of high disciplinary action here. "Im superman, duh." She points to the plain blue t-shirt with the superman emblem displayed right in the middle. "That costume sucks." Vi takes a swig of the coconut liquor, eyes trained dangerously on Grayson who doesn't back down, instead scoffs, a disbelieving smile on her face.

"Whatever, spidey. Where's y/n?" Gray eyes roll to the back of Graysons head, obvious annoyance present in her body. "Why do you wanna know?" Vi looks over her cup, eyes stuck to the older woman who is now leaning forward on the table. "She's my friend Violet."

"Don't call me that, we're not friends." Placing the red solo cup down on the table, furthest away from the forgotten drinks of past party goers, before sauntering over to Grayson. "Y'know, Ill be the bigger person and apologize for beating the shit outta you, that was fucked up. Musta been embarrassing for the team to see their captain writhing around like a little bitch." Vi is only about an inch away from Graysons face, their breaths blending together in a disgusting mixture of too much alcohol and in Grayson case, one too many blunts.

"Fuck off, spider-dyke." She pushes Vi backwards, the small of her back hitting against the wooden table, the noise alerting some people to the commotion. Most of it was drowned out by the loud music and occasional whooping that came from the crowd on the dance floor. "You're lucky that y/n cares about you, truly, if it wasn't for her, I would've broken both of your fucking legs." Grayson growls, staring down the shorter feistier girl.

She had no idea why Vi got under her skin so deeply, so much that no amount of smoking or screaming or mediation could get rid of the itch that sat just below her skin. She might truly hate her, and Grayson tries not to hate anyone. Bigots, sure, but a random girl that she once considered an acquittance was far from the list. Maybe her feelings for you went deeper than she realized, the bond you both were building slowly turning into an unrequited crush she never dare admit to.

She knew who your heart belonged to, and it wasn't her.

"I'd love to see you fucking try." Vi laughs, a dry laugh that sounds more akin to a scoff than joy, and its enough to have Grayson gathering the front of her shirt in a fist, pulling her up enough that her feet leave the ground. "Go on, beat my ass, but she'll never forgive you." Vi knows this is a fight she can win, she's taken down taller and scarier opponents before, this doesn't shake her. But it shakes Grayson, shakes something deep inside of her that she was certain would never come out.

You seemed to have a type, a fiery pink haired hothead who couldn't control her temper, and favored alcohol as her regulator, and a dark haired slow burning furnace that ate negative energy until finally, she exploded. She promised herself she would never return to that angry teenager, yet here she was two milliseconds from starting a brawl with your ex.

And if Vi was right, and you hated her for this and she lost whatever proximity you both had, she wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. So, she does the mature thing, sets Vi back down onto the floor, "You should thank her for saving you, again." She throws out, even though she wanted to handle this maturely, a bit of her pride still fought against her morals.

Vi's lips part just enough to try and get out another sly remark, but before she gets the chance Ekko walks in, instantly feeling the tension in the small kitchen. "Yo, you good?" He asks Vi specifically, though his eyes run over Graysons huffing and puffing form, the way she stands intimidatingly close to Vi, and the killer gaze she holds in her storm cloud colored eyes, "Yeah, just making amends." She smiles a shit eating grin that makes Grayson regret not punching her when she had to chance.

She can feel Ekko's eyes on her, like he's ready to break up a fight should it break out. "Mhm, just, talking." Grayson sniffles, grabbing her drink and walking out of the kitchen, shoulder checking Vi while doing so.

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While Vi got drinks, you hit the dance floor with your best friend, hands rubbing up against each other as you swayed your hips to the music. After about four songs, you were exhausted and hot and the atmosphere was filled with smoke and suffocating energy, so you left Mel and went to stand outside on the balcony. You stood next to a figure you didnt bother to look at, pulling a freshly rolled joint--curtesy of Ekko--out of your small black purse.

The crisp autumn air brushing against your thin thigh high clad thighs, the sound of brushing leaves against the strong current of the chilly wind filling your ears as you searched your bag for a lighter. A small wave of panic engulfed you once you realized you had forgotten the small pink lighter on top of your desk. "Fuck...do you have a light?" You turned to who you presumed was a stranger dressed like Finn from Adventure Time, she turns to you, cigarette hanging from her lips lazily. "Sure, I gotchu." She flicks open the olde timey lighter, tattooed hand cupping around the flame to block the wind as you put the end of the joint to its light.

"Thanks, Ellie." You hum taking two hits before passing it to her, a friendly gesture as a thanks for the light. Her fingers wrap around the pink joint, taking large puffs blowing the skunky vapor back into the night sky. You're both quietly passing the joint back and forth, the ruckus of the party inside becoming your background.

"Why didn't you tell me we had a little summer romance back in high school?" Her voice soft and even, and her green orbs never met yours, even as she handed the joint to you. 'Because its embarrassing how nerdy I was' but you don't say that, "Because of Vi." You use her as a scapegoat, a role she is most believable in.

"No, I get that. But I feel like I still would've remembered you." She presses on, the thing is she had been beating herself up for days because of this, you were such a nice girl, how could she not have burned your memory into her brain.

"Ellie, its not that deep. Honestly, I was hoping you would never remember and that I could--I don't know--forget about the old me. Does that make sense?" You admit, leaning back against the cold concrete wall. She hums a response, her head turned to you while her body leans on the railing of the balcony. She looks all cool and mysterious being bathed in the moons white light, the light bringing out the look of her speckled skin. You pass her back the joint, watching as her polished fingers grip it and bring it to her chapped lips.

If you weren't so in love with Vi she probably would be third in line, behind Grayson, of course. Her muscles flexed as she stood up to her full height, slightly dwarfing you, "I thought you were pretty cool when we dated. I don't think you should forget about her."She gives you a curt smile, giving you the joint for what felt like the final time, it already being close to finished.

"Wow, didn't know you were such a sweetheart, Williams." You nudge her, returning her expression with a shy smile. "Thanks. So, we cool?" Theres a hopeful little glint in her eyes, and you have to admit that she looks really cute, freckles painting her face with Finn's bear hat perched on her head. "We're cool." You hold your fist out for her to bump, she scoffs playfully but stills returns it.

"Now if you'll excuse me, they're playing my song and I need to handle that." You open the door as she watches your figure disappear into the mess of sweaty college students. She couldn't help but smile, partly because you both were on better terms and because she knew you were right for her friend.

Inside the party is still blazing hot, but the cold you came from acted as a nice chilly armor. You found Mel again, somewhere towards the heart of the dance floor. She was way drunker now, not caring about if her skirt flipped up when she jumped and shimmed across the floor. She squealed when she saw you returning to her, handing you what was left of whatever drink she had in her solo cup. "Missed you babe!" She yells over your favorite song, hips swaying against the music.

"Sorry, I need a smoke break." You yell back, downing the alcohol but still clutching the cup like the contents would spill at any second. She shrugs pulling you flush against her front, and you take the hint to grind against her. Its enough to attract eyes, the feeling of more than one person watching you both as her hands grip your hips guiding you just how she wanted.

You don't mind, in fact you're enjoying yourself, the lustful looks completely ignored by you. You know Mel isn't trying to get in your pants, she was your best friend, and plus she had a small thing for Vi's friend Sevika. So, you pushed the thoughts of being recorded out of your mind for now, letting your best friend touch your waist and hips to the music.

Meanwhile, Vi was searching for you in the crowd. What was supposed to be a five minute drink run now turned into twenty thanks to her confrontation with Grayson and now your disappearing act. She's been pushing through drunk college students for what felt like forever before the crowd slightly parted, a small hole opening up close to the middle. She heads over, raising the drinks high enough that she wont accidentally spill them on herself.

Vi's only a few inches away, muttering small apologies that are barely audible when she sees you, hips swaying against Mels, her deep brown hands accidentally upending the end of your blue skirt, the plushness of your ass flashing every time she did it. She doesn't know if Mel notices, too drunk and feeling the music too much to even keep her eyes open, but it drives her crazy.

Your body arches into Mels, your lips mouthing the words to the song, the solo cup swaying in your acrylic done nails. You were so captivating, so sensual, so perfect she had to ruin you. Her head snaps around to look at how many eyes were on you, their lustful gaze turning her stomach to a snake pit of jealousy.

Her feet move before she's able to tell them to stop, she wants to fight it, fight the intense feelings of bitterness that writhes inside of her. But she's only been doing this whole 'bettering herself' thing for a few days, no one could blame her for the way the spite moves her.

You spin to the front to place your hands on Mels shoulders, rocking against her, a beautiful self gratifying look spread on your face as your eyes land on Vi, who is pushing people out of her way as if they were nothing but obstacles she can bound through.

Theres a devilish smirk on her lips, and her bright blue eyes have turned into cloudy skies filled with jealousy. If you were completely unaware of who Vi was, you would never think twice about the way she approaches you; head low, fist squeezing the red solo cup till it bends against the pressure, pierced tongue darting out to lick her scarred lips slowly, seductively.

She stalks towards you like she wants you to devour, she will devour you. You pull away from Mel, her hands missing your warmth, her hazel eyes open slowly looking at you with sadness and confusion. You nod to Vi who isn't all that far, very much within ear shot. Mel follows your gaze, landing on Vi who has now taken to standing at the very edge of the opening, she's not dancing, just standing there while everyone arounds her jumps around like this shitty song is the best thing they've ever heard.

Its like she's waiting for you to come to her, her siren song beckoning you to take the red cup from her hand with a wave of the cup. "Go get that dick girl." Mel muses, pushing you towards Vi, nodding at Vi.

You're so close to her, the smell of weed and sweat blending oddly beautifully with your perfume. "What took you so long?" Your breath is right at the shell of her ear, as if restraining herself could get any harder. "Went to go hug the host good-bye." She mutters, her unoccupied arm pulling at your waist. "Mm, and how did that go?" You question, ghosting your sticky lips over hers, "We came to an understanding." She closes the gap you created, your lips moving against each other in a quick paced makeout session.

The cup has now found its place on the floor, both of Vi's hand cupping your face as she devours your lips with such want and desire. "Need you." You whimper against her, gripping her waist so tightly she can feel the tip of your manicured nails digging into her sides. She pulls away, looking at you head on.

You are so perfect, the flashing lights accentuating your beauty. If she ad the time to pull out her phone and not ruin the mood she would. 'Fuck it', her hands reach into her pocket and pull out her cell, snapping a quick picture of your love drunk face. "Weirdo." You giggle, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the party.

"How quickly do you think we can get home if we run really fast?" You chuckle, your Maryjanes taking you past the car that Vi is leaning against. "We can do it there if you're quiet enough." She nods towards the back of the apartment building.

You consider it, and then decide that the ache between your thighs is too powerful to ignore.

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Both hands are flush against the concrete of the building, your white lace panties pulled down to your ankles, Vi's boot gently nudging them apart. You expect to feel her fingers digging deep into your begging pussy, instead you're shocked by the blunt head of her deep red strap.

"Jesuss~" You moan as she rubs the tip against your clit, your hips bucking against the friction. "Where did you pull that from?" She didnt bring a backpack and you would have noticed if she was carrying that 9 inch monster she calls a dildo. You never let Vi strap you before, constantly going on and on about how scared you were of it, but that was the old you and the new you is far more receptive to the idea of the silicone diving deep into your cunt.

Vi's movements are slow and precise, yet not sweet or gentle. She stuffs you all the way to the base of her cock, the thick stretch leaving you gasping and breathless. Her arm snakes its way to your neck, pulling your head back harshly for her to gaze at your pouty face.

She doesn't move for a few seconds, "You look like such a slut." She moans as she snaps her hips against you once, its enough to pull a whine from you, one of those desperate calls that makes her clit jump. Again, she stills. The silicone member resting deliciously against your womb. "You're so fucking wet, my dick slid right in." Another harsh thrust that causes you to hiss.

"Baby, please, stop teasing me." You whimper out, pushing your hips back to cause any friction. Her grip on your neck tightens as she pulls your head back, so far that you're certain that it is so close to breaking. "Cock hungry girls like you don't get to make demands." She whispers through gritted teeth, still she obliges, snapping her hips against you in at an almost dizzying pace.

Tonight seemed to be a night of firsts for you. Vi had never degraded you, and you don't think you could ever go back to the way she used to dirty talk you. The jealousy that laces her words as her hips slam rapidly against yours, letting your head fall ever so slightly as she becomes enveloped in her own pleasure.

You're unsure if she can even feel the way your cunt clenches around the silicone dick, it resting on top of her spiderman suit, but you can hear the mewls that come from her. Her other hand reaches down to rip your shirt open, your bra covered tits on full display. Your back arches deeper, your moans filling the alleyway she grips your breast in her hand.

"Fuck, you're so addictive." She whispers in your ear, her pace increasing, her own moans falling from her lips. "This pussy is all mine." She mutters to herself, her mind is clouded by jealousy and the sweet moans and whimpers that you're letting out. She feels like her sanity is slipping, all her thoughts being consumed by your face, your body, your pussy.

"Vi--please--" You're gasping, the warm pool of honey between your legs begging to spill out through your cunt, and the gatekeeper seems to be enjoying herself too much to notice. "Take your punishment like a good girl angel, dancing all slutty with Mel, making me jealous. Is that why you're so w-wet? Fuck-- loved being watched?" Her hips stutter from exhaustion, but she presses on nonetheless, pushing the head of her dildo so deep you're sure its in your stomach now.

"Tell me you like being a slut baby, just admit it and Ill let you cum." She stops her movements, spinning you around to face her, shoving your back against the cold concrete, "Jump." she commands, grasping your ass in her hands as she holds you. The silicone dick is nestled back inside you before you can even miss it, "Say it pretty girl." She demands once again thrusting up into you. Your hands find purchase in her berry colored hair, pulling at it with each deep rut she delivers you.

"I-I like being a slut, I l-like it." Your mouth is agape as the words fall out of your mouth. "Now apologize for getting me addicted to this pretty cunt." She's whimpering her damn self, moaning so deeply against your ear as she presses further until she too is leaning against the wall. Your mind is mush, and your voice feels harsh against your vocal chords, "Im so-sor-sorry." You whimper out, tears streaming down your face.

"'mgonnacum'mgonnacum'mgonnacum" You cant stop yourself, a victim to the overwhelming sexual gratification she's giving you. "Vi, fuck, oh my god!" You moan louder than you expected to, your milky white cum pooling around the base of her strap, leaving evidence of her being inside of you. "Oh shit." Vi huffs at the way your body shakes as your orgasm destroys you. She slams into you a few more times, your pussy gripping onto the strap so hard she can barely buck her hips.

She pulls out of you, muscular tattooed arms setting you down and keeping your jelly legs still. "You got it, dollface?" She questions as she lets go of you, just to tuck her strap back into her sweatpants. "Mhm, just, one second." You say while adjusting yourself, popping your boob back into its protective cup, pulling your panties back up to press firmly against your clit with a snap, and buttoning back up your white shirt.

It does nothing, but you look so gorgeous all fucked out that she doesn't even mind, doesn't even try to help you fix the imperfections. You notice she's staring at you, a big goofy grin spread on her face as she watches you reapply your lip gloss.

"What?" You ask, sharing in her joy, heart pumping faster than you would it to, "Nothing, Im just really in love with you."

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to cum is to admit you're fucking pathetic. to cum is to admit that she has you by the neck, under her everlasting spell.

cw    #   eighteenpluzz minors and cis men please do not interact as this contains smut, tattooer!vi + tattooer!reader who are the ultimate rivals, choking, bathroom sex, vi's wearing a strap-on (mentioned also as the cock©) blink and you'll miss the orgasm denial, dirty talk, consensual sex yet reader smoked weed and vi drinked!! good ol' hate fuck based on this request,, wc: 2.05k

it all starts when you get the first place in the competition.

boiling red, violet vanderson's in the scenario too but instead, she's holding a lame third-place award, smaller, not made of gold, embarrassing. only serves as a reminder of her failure and the overwhelming sense of not being good enough to be holding the gold you're holding between your hands, first place.

cocky cunt — can't you just give her a break for ten minutes? not look at her with that funny smile on your face as if you're mocking her lack of talent. you look so stupid with a recognition you don't deserve.

and surely, vi's the biggest loser in the building.

syp: mdni cw; stalking, noncon, mentions of somnophilia—use of 'doll' no betaᝰ.ᐟ𖹭

it always starts the same, he's just going to look—not touch.

and every night he breaks that rule.

he doesn't mean to, really, but there's something so alluring about you when you're sleeping so peacefully. so vulnerable and open. ripe for the taking. can you truly blame him when you wear such short sleep shorts, your ass practically falling out into his open, waiting palms?

your relationship with rindou is still brand new. the two of you first met while you were working as a barista at a local café, just exchanging shy smiles over the counter.

at first he was just another passing customer, but he eventually started showing up more often that it became obvious he was only there for you. and it didn’t take long before he worked up the nerve to ask you out after a few flirty exchanges.

see the truth is, you’re a virgin, and sometimes hearing about rindou’s wild past often make you a little insecure. even so, he’s patient, promising you over and over that he can wait for as long as you need. but with the way he’s pressed up against you right now, you’re not exactly sure if you have enough self-restraint – not with the way he’s grinding his thick bulge against you on the couch.

“rinnie, nghhh… y-you’re making me feel things,” you whimper, your fabric-clad core pressed flush to the outline of his cock beneath his sweats, heat pooling low in your belly.

he’s rutting against you with a feverish, almost frantic rhythm, hips rolling like he’s lost all control, dragging along the thin cotton of your panties and leaving a slick patch where your arousal soaks through. every ragged breath he groans against your neck sends a shiver up your spine.

“s-shit… i know i should stop,” he pants, mouth dragging open-mouthed kisses along your throat, teeth nipping lightly as his fingers slip under your top to palm your heaving tits. “but i can’t help it— fuckk, you have no idea what you do to me…”

he can’t keep his hands off you – squishing your tits, pulling you down harder onto him, grinding you right against his clothed bulge. every time your hips meet, you swear you could feel him throb as your own hips roll in response, chasing that sweet friction.

you know you should pull away, set firm boundaries, but the way his hips buck up, grinding against you just right, makes your head tip back, a broken whine spilling from your parted lips. your thighs shake, every slow drag of friction making you clench down, slick already spreading across your cotton panties.

you’re so wet, it’s almost embarrassing and you could practically feel his cock pulse against you through the layers of fabric.

rindou groans, burying his face in your chest, voice muffled as he pants, “fuckk baby, i want you so bad… ‘need you, need to feel you inside me—” his hand trails lower, fingers dangerously close to slipping past the waistband of your panties, but he immediately stops himself at the very last second, fists clenching with restraint.

you’re both trembling right at the edge, every nerve lit up and aching for more. it’s almost suffocating, the way anticipation hangs in the air, your bodies pressed so close you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. you both freeze, breathless – knowing if either of you moves, you’ll tip over the edge.

until suddenly, rindou jerks away, nearly toppling you backwards onto the cushions.

“… u-uhm baby?” you murmur, reaching for him as he runs a shaky hand through his messy hair, eyes wild with frustration. “i… i think i need a cold shower before i lose my fucking mind,” he mutters, and practically bolts out of the room before you can even process what just happened.

you’re left alone, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and soaked through your panties. shit… now you’re the one left restless, every nerve buzzing with need, wondering how you’ll survive the rest of the day after he wound you up like that and just left.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: rindou haitani x f!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: it was supposed to be simple — a fake relationship to make your toxic ex finally back off. but then you went and tested the temper of your ‘fake’ delinquent boyfriend. and the thing about rindou??? he doesn’t fake his jealousy. not when it ends with you pinned to his couch, lips swollen & marked up like his personal masterpiece. (wc: 3.2k words)

ᡣ𐭩 cw: minors dni, nsfw, fake dating trope, technically fwb-to-lovers, complicated feelings, p0rn with plot (so no, it’s not just “straight to the smut”), jealousy, eventual smut, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, fingering, lipstick kink, possessiveness, oral (m! receiving), slight angst

ᡣ𐭩 notes: rindou lovers, this one’s for you 😋 this idea hit me out of nowhere and i knew i had to write it ASAP. it’s got fake dating, jealousy, and rindou being a menace in the best possible way. enjoyyy <33

you were the one who asked him first. not because you liked him, but because you were in a desperate situation. and rindou… well, he didn’t exactly say no either. it started after your toxic ex-boyfriend wouldn’t leave you alone even though you’d told him for the nth time that you weren’t getting back together with him. he kept calling, texting, even showing up at your house and begging for “one last chance.” — you were completely sick of it.

you knew the only way he’d finally back off was, if he believed that you were completely unavailable. so what better way to prove it than by fake dating an infamous delinquent??? after all, rindou haitani wasn’t just anyone, he had a whole reputation. your ex surely wouldn’t stand a chance against someone like him, and you knew it.

the haitani brothers were infamous for throwing the wildest parties. they had that brand of danger, girls knew they should’ve avoid but somehow couldn’t resist. despite all the rumors and how chaotic they seemed, they were actually pretty chill once you got to know them. especially the younger one: rindou. you’d accidentally bumped straight into him at a mutual friend’s party — heels too high, hallway too dark, and your drink still half-full when you turned the corner too fast. the heel of your left shoe twisted beneath you as you stumbled, sending a sharp jolt up your ankle. you winced, clutching onto the nearest surface (which just so happened to be his hoodie), hissing out a “fuck—” under your breath.

before you could fall, his hands caught your arms, firm but surprisingly gentle. “whoa... you good??” his voice carried that usual lazy drawl — but his brows furrowed when he noticed you weren’t putting weight on one foot.

you let out a breathy laugh, already wincing — embarrassment prickling hot up your neck. “y-yeah but i think... i might’ve just twisted my ankle.”

to your surprise, he didn’t walk away or tell you to suck it up. he actually helped you out the entire night; got you an ice pack, made sure you were sitting somewhere comfortable, even stayed next to you while the party raged on. he literally took care of you — and even when the night ended, he was the one who called the ride and made sure you got home safe.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer"

Reblogs help a lot 💞💞

☆ pairing. bonten trio x fem! reader

☆ summary. when you're taken hostage during a bank robbery, you become the unwanted problem three criminals can't afford to kill. trapped in a safehouse with them, your fear begins to transform into something forbidden. they say stockholm syndrome isn't real, but when three devils offer you hell and call it home, maybe falling isn't surrender— maybe it's survival.

☆ warnings. extremely dark content, please read all the warnings. 18+ ; MDNI. robbery. guns. hostage situation. kidnapping. chloroform. misogyny. objectification. drug use (weed, cocaine, molly). drug addiction. alcohol. cigarettes. stockholm syndrome. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. panic attacks. anxiety and depression. smut. bonten trio gangbang. ptv. anal. double penetration. oral sex (g + r). happy ending!

☆ status. ongoing! - 38.7k words

☆ taglist. (comment to be tagged)

☆ CHAPTER INDEX

♯01 ⸺ wrong place, wrong time

♯02 ⸺ the safehouse

♯03 ⸺ when monsters speak

♯04 ⸺ the in-between

♯05 ⸺ under open sky

♯06 ⸺ the long night

♯07 ⸺ three ways to fall

imagine making out with tenjiku rindou only for him to pull away mid make out session to take his glasses off before pulling you right back in OH MY GOSH-

(p.s I know I usually post longer fanfics/hcs but I can't stop thinking about this and I just NEEDED to out this out here 😩)

tw: minors and men dni, smut, masturbation, stalker, reader is described as feminine presenting, wc: 0.9k, college au, pervy!vi x clueless!reader

headcannons of when pervy!vi becomes incredbily infatuated with reader at the first sight...

Pervy!Vi who notices you on the first day of class, the second you stepped into the lecture hall. The moment she caught a single glance of your smiling form, plaid skirt, and textbooks already being hugged to your chest, she was already moving a row closer to you from where she was sitting at the back. Once you open your mouth to ask the professor a question about the syllabus, she knows she is hooked. Your velvety voice and the sweet words that tumbled through it was like music to her fucking ears, she knew she just had to have you. 

Pervy!Vi who ‘coincidentally’ ends up at the same coffee shop you study at, but always sits a few tables behind you. Just so she can get a nice look at you, without needing to pretend to study. She loved just watching you be so smart and organized, it was adorable to her. All of the highlighters are placed neatly next to your notebook, right above your colour coded pens, and the rest of your supplies placed on the chair you pulled up next to you–just to get some more room for your work. 

Pervy!Vi who is constantly in awe of your dedication and hard work when it comes to school, and it turns her on even more. She can feel herself getting wetter as she watches you work hard to scribble down each point the professor talks about. Just the mere sight of you being so focused and immersed made her brain feel dizzy every time she rested her eyes upon it. 

Pervy!Vi who literally touches herself to your test scores that she finds online. Just the thought of you working hard at home, studying your ass off, nose scrunched up in concentration was able to get her going for multiple rounds. 

Pervy!Vi somehow memorized the schedule you follow when going back to your dorm, every stop and turn down to the minute. She knew this because you sometimes mentioned small tidbits about it to your friends when complaining about your day, and your posts online tell her so much about you. Silly girl, what happens if someone got their hands on this information and did something about it? Of course, Vi would never dare to hurt you–no, not her favourite classmate. 

Pervy!Vi who jumps up the second you mention needing a roommate as you walk out of the lecture hall, and Vi instantly takes the chance to get even closer to you. Even though her current living situation was perfectly fine, it would be even better if it smelled like you, had remnants of you, and–oh actually housed you at all. What reason would you have to say no to such a charming classmate who just wants to help out a girl in need?

Pervy roommate!Vi who is always the most helpful person to you. Your favourite show’s new episode is always cued up when you get back home, your coffee sitting on the counter–still hot right as you wake up, and all of your laundry and chores done for you. Of course, she always puts a little spin on everything she does. She stalks the rest of your television accounts and writes everything you’ve ever watched down, takes sips from your coffee so there’s still some part of her you consume though the coffee, and sits on the floor of the laundry room rubbing her clit as she holds a pair of your panties against her face. Can you really blame her though?

Pervy roommate!Vi who puts on the perfect act in front of you. The confident roommate who is just always such a gentlewoman in front of you. Little did you know, as you showered, her hand was down her pants just imagining the sight of the water falling off of your naked body and skin. 

Pervy roommate!Vi who even starts to slip up at some point. Maybe you’ve started to realize that every time you come back early or to grab something, she’s already there or she ends up there in a couple of minutes. Whenever you run out of a specific food item you turn and see her muttering to herself, questioning how she forgot it–even though you’ve never shared your grocery lists to her. Usually because anytime you do mention needing them, they already appear back in your fridge. Sometimes there’s even little tidbits she mentions that help you realize she knows a little bit too much about you.

“Be careful when you’re walking to campus, the second intersection from here is slippery this week.”

“Uh–what?”

“The second one? With the big tree and the mailbox?” 

“No, I know which one–how did you know I walked on that route? I don’t remember mentioning it.”

“Uhm–well–it was a lucky guess,” she chuckled nervously. “All the roads are slippery this time of the year, so…” 

Pervy roommate!Vi who walks on your route early in the morning every single day before you get up. You think she’s going to the gym, no–she’s checking to make sure everything is safe for you. 

social suicide

synopsis: The separate lives of a pro-wrestling woman wrestler and an up-and-coming actress cross when one post is shared. As the world uncovers the history between the two, they must dodge the punch or throw in the towel. 

warnings: swearing, stereotyping, mostly Caitlyn and Vi being bsfs.

a/n: first chapter!! This is a really short chapter to get a kind of background of vi and cait’s relationship! White is Cait, dark is Vi POV.

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when your tutor dicks you down to help study! 18+

Tutors assigned at your campus were meant to assist you in any means possible to help you get your grades up, it was their job, after all. Perhaps that is why your tutor in question was helping you memorize by strapping you down properly.

“C’mon now, don’t go quiet on me, sweetheart. What is the answer?” Vi said smoothly, voice unchanged as she thrusted into you with uncontrollable squelches being released with every hip movement. 

How did she even get you bent over the desk in the first place, flashcards propped up in front of you? God knows how you even got this far with her in the first place. “Fuck–ah–is it B?” You stuttered, your head growing dizzy with vertigo as she slowed her thrust to an incredibly frustrating pace. You whined her name in response to the loss of the tightness growing in your stomach, but she just tutted and you could sense her shaking her head disapprovingly at you. 

“We’ve been over this one, it can’t be that hard, can it?” She said with a stupidly wicked tone in her voice, oh, it was ridiculous how condescending she could be while trying to help her favourite student–in more ways than one. She acted as if the silicone that was just bumping your cervix perfectly wasn’t making you go insane. You felt her hand come up to grasp your hair to pull it back to face her. “What happens in the rough endoplasmic reticulum?” She repeats, and all of her thrusts slow to a stop. You groan, pressing your warm cheek against the cool wood of the desk you were perched on.

“Uh–is it D? Translations of some proteins?” You say quickly as you push your hips back to grind against the base of the silicone dick with determination. You hear Vi groan behind you before she eventually finally snaps back to the brutal pace she was setting earlier. 

You can practically hear her grinning behind you as she says, "perfect, see that? I knew you could do it. My perfect fucking girl, so smart.” You whine at the praise as the thrusts were making your vision go even blurrier than before. Every brutal snap of her hips, made you desperately cry out her name and claw at the desk–which caused multiple papers and stationary to fall to the floor. 

“Fuck–oh, fuck–Vi!” You babbled, drool spilling from your lips as you felt the rope knotting tighter and tighter in your core. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as Vi peppered kisses down onto your shoulders and arched back. “I’m so close, fuck, please! Please–let me come, please.” You pleaded, turning your head to face Vi as she rubbed tight, desperate circles on your clit causing you to only cry out louder.

You looked so pretty, with the tears in your eyes, tousled hair from where she yanked it back, how could she say no to her girl when she was this wrecked and ruined? “That’s it, let me see my pretty baby come, what a good girl,” the last bit of praise is what sent you over the edge, babbling out a string of curses with what little control you still had. 

The rope snapped, and you felt the pleasure stringing through you from top to bottom. You saw literal stars as she let you ride out your high, every delectable moan pushing her on to make it last as long as possible. As you came down, she was still peppering light touches of her lips to your back as she mumbled, “did I fuck you dumb, baby? Guess we might have to get some more knowledge in you, yeah?” 

chapter 1 here

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, usage of strap, thigh humping, face fucking, tribbing, rough sex, pussy eating, breast sucking, scissoring

── requested──

♡┃tribbing

♡┃face fucking

♡┃eating you out

♡┃she loves your tits

♡┃she doesn't bother to take your panties off

♡┃ass up face down, that's how she likes you

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃pitfighter!vi taking her frustrations out on you

♡┃she loves when you hump her thigh

♡┃a quickie in the bathroom

♡┃fingering her

♡┃she always wants you

♡┃riding her leg

♡┃she fucks you so well, doesn't she?

♡┃fingering you early in the morning

♡┃no strap? doesn't matter

♡┃scissoring

being in love with gangster!vi meant taking risks with your insanely horny girlfriend, like fucking in the back of a car right after a close call.

warnings: violence & crime, abs riding, filthy fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, face sitting, vi abs, vi happy trail, gangster!vi, size kink, femme gf!r, gum swapping, spitting, degradation, possessiveness, manhandling, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 1.5k words

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a/n: im so sorry ive been gone for so long, ive just been struggling a lot with my mental health & lowkey attempted like three (?) days ago. so like... yeah, but ive also been super duper busy with school, so ive missed writing like a bitch suffering from withdrawal so here i am 🥹🙏🏻

Being with Vi oftentimes meant getting into trouble like this. You got into the car’s passenger side, giggling.

“That was so much fun!” You chirped.

Vi chuckled, “jus’ a Wednesday, babe,” she stepped on the gas, swerving away from the police before they could even get a proper plate number.