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nsfw thoughts, mdni, +18. reader gets passed around by her sorority sisters vi, abby and ellie! fingering, oral, strapping (all reader receiving).
a sorority initiation. that’s all it’s meant to be. y’know, some sororities play harmless pranks, focus on its values and pledging process.
but no, the one sorority you decided to join has a very… non-traditional welcoming ceremony.
vi’s the president. you would have never guessed she’d be the type to join a sorority, let alone be the one in charge of it. if you had any doubt about how well she could lead and control the group of girls, you trusted her completely now that she was strapping you in front of them.
“you’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” she’s holding one of your legs over her shoulders, gaze locked on how perfect your pussy is taking her bright pink dildo in. “i had to… hmph… fill this pretty hole myself first”
“v-vi… ah…”
she grins, eyes flicking to your scrunched up face. one hand comes up to grab your neck, her pace faster than before.
“god, you’ve got the prettiest pussy,” she mumbles under her breath.
“make her cum already,” abby, the vicepresident, crosses her arms over her chest to hide her already hardened nipples. “your turn was over like 2 minutes ago”
“fuck off,” vi barks back, but her thrusts start going deeper after the comment. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and she chooses to focus on making you feel well instead. “hear that, pretty girl? they’re all dying to fuck you too, but i’m… shit… i’m the one breaking you in”
the familiar feeling of an orgasm hits you out of a sudden, and you moan as your legs instinctively close around vi’s hips and pull her closer.
a whimper escapes your lips as you feel vi pull out of you.
“wait don’t— oh fuck!”
abby practically jumps at you, her mouth latching onto your nipple as her fingers quickly slide inside you. she doesn’t waste any time, curling them and finding that sweet, spongy spot inside you.
“shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” abby groans, teeth nibbling your nipple carefully as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.
“a-a-abby! fuck,” your back arches, but abby is quick to grab your hips and push you down onto the mattress again.
“stay still,” her hands holding your body tight enough to leave a mark. “i’ve barely started and you’re already screaming out my name, baby. imagine what i could do with a third finger”
as if on cue, she introduces a new finger inside you.
“be fucking nice,” vi slaps abby’s back, but she can’t help staring at the way her fingers disappear into your pussy.
abby doesn’t even listen to her. her lips are parted as her own clit pulses in desperation, loving the wet sounds you’re making, how tight you feel around her fingers.
you cum for the second time just a minute later, body shaking as abby helps you ride out your high.
you open your eyes at the abrupt coldness of her absence as you feel her fingers slip out of you, but they get immediately replaced by something wet, plump and soft.
you glance down and are met with the beautiful sight of ellie, the newest recruit who has barely spoken throughout this whole ordeal, lapping at your pussy as if it was her last meal.
she looks up at you just as she takes a slow, teasing lick at your folds, her hands coming up to grab your thighs softly before she dives back in.
“i-i can’t,” you try to push yourself up onto your shoulders, but your body betrays you with a slight tremble.
“you’re not leaving ellie out of all the fun, are you baby?” abby smacks your left tit, making you whimper in response.
vi pushes your hair out of your face, her hand settling down at your jaw as she grabs it firmly. “you can take one more, pretty girl”
ellie’s tongue starts circling your clit, and she has no self-restraint as her fellow friends. the heat becomes unbearable for her, she can feel her own underwear covered in slick, and she starts humping the edge of the bed looking for friction.
when you come undone for the third time, your fingers tangle themselves in ellie’s hair and push her forward against your entrance. it’s the hair pulling that does it for her, and she moans against your pussy while she cums right after you.
“good job,” vi caresses your cheek, a lopsided smirk on her face. “welcome to the phi vixens”
“we’re going to make a great team,” abby gives your nipple a last pinch.
ellie lifts her face from your pussy, eyes half-lidded as she sighs, “i call first dibs tomorrow”
summary : you and your girlfriend decide to attempt NNN, a playful bet turns into a struggle for dominance and pride. who can last the longest without giving in? who breaks first? and how hard do they snap when they lose?
pairings [SEPARATE] : sevika x reader ;; ambessa x reader ;; grayson x reader ;; vi x reader ;; caitlyn x reader
warnings : SMUT DUHH ;; men fuck off ;; strap ;; dacryphillia ;; betting ;; ambessa surviving whole month ;; rough sex ofc ;; cnc if u squint ;; multiple orgamsms ;; fingering ;; oral ;; grayson yearning !! ;; scissoring ;; crying ;; size kink ;; sub’grayson ;; pillow humping ;; sub!vi ;; talking through it ;; masturbation ;; mention of nudes ;; vibrator…
a.n : yall tell me if u like this or not (( i got sooo many requests goshh i’m overstimulated af, and their like all overdue lmao. after this i probably won’t be posting for awhile (maybe a week?)
SEVIKA ✶ 4 DAYS
day 4 is already hell.
she’s pacing more, smoking more and drinking more. jaw flexing every time you walk past her.
but she’s still talking shit like she’s got this in the bag.
“you’re gonna fold before i do.”
“im not that easily swayed, sweetheart.”
“don’t start crying when you lose.”
oh she is so cocky. so arrogant. so confident in her mental strength.
and then dinner happens. and you’re just cooking, just minding your business.
leaning forward a little, reaching into a cupboard. your back arches, shirt rides up, hips lift just slightly.
pure accident totally, right??? sure. you feel her presence behind you before she even touches you. the warm, heavy weight of her body heat, her chest to your back. her breath at your ear.
you don’t turn around. cause you already know.
her voice is low strained, already losing.
“…don’t do that, baby.”
you blink innocently, “do what?”
there’s a pause — a long one as her self control teeters.
her metal hand finds your hip, the grip is tight.
“that...teasing” she presses her hips forward to your ass and you can feel her getting more desperate as she slowly grinds on you.
“you okay over there, big girl? looks like someone’s struggling…”
she growls and her mouth is on your neck instantly— hot, messy, needy kisses. tongue. teeth. breath.
and you laugh, which that’s what snaps her.
she turns you around, lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. pan still sizzling beside you, well dinner absolutely abandoned.
her forehead presses to yours, breathing hard, pupils dilated.
“fuck the bet, fuck the money. i can’t- can’t listen to you talk and not have you.”
there’s no slow lead-in. no hesitation. and definitely no polite asking. she’s kissing you like she’s been deprived of oxygen, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your thigh open. she’s grinding slow— grinding like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.
you murmur against her mouth, “so…does this mean i win?”
she bites your bottom lip a little too hard. “shut up and get on the bed.”
dinner? burning.
$100? long gone.
sevika? ruined.
you? oh you’re about to be.
she doesn’t just lead you to the bed.
she pushes you onto it — hands flat to your back, body following, her weight pinning you down into the mattress before you even get your bearings.
her thigh slots between yours, metal hand on the back of your head, pushing you down like she wants you to feel owned before she’s even inside you.
“you think this is funny, don’t ya?”
you don’t answer cause you whine instead, hips rolling without your permission, chasing friction like you’re the one who lost the bet.
she laughs — low, mean, already wrecked. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”
she gets off you only long enough to go to the drawer—
the drawer.
yeah you know which one.
she doesn’t reach for a normal strap. oh no. she grabs the monster.
the one you only use on special nights. long, girthy, textured, and squirming — slow, serpentine motions like it’s alive.
“since you wanted to act like you weren’t bothered…” she says, voice sharp, “let’s see how long that lasts.”
she straps it on tight, hips flexing once, testing weight and angle. she climbs back onto the bed, grabs your hips, and pulls you to the edge like you weigh absolutely nothing.
no teasing.
no warming up.
no lube, you’re already soaked and she knows it.
one hand spreads you open — fingers pressing, dragging, feeling how wet she made you just by existing behind you. “you’re dripping. day four and you’re already this fucked out?”
you try to say something but it comes out as a breathless, helpless little moan that makes her smirk.
she pushes in slow at first but not gentle.
the stretch is immediate, overwhelming, your body fighting to take it and needing it at the same time. your mouth falls open, head dropping forward, hands gripping the sheets like it’s going to save you from drowning.
“ohhh f-fuck!” you gasp.
her hand comes to your lower back, pressing you down, forcing you to arch more.
“don’t run. you wanted this, so stay still.”
then she starts thrusting. not fast but deep. every push drags the length of that squirming strap against your walls. textures and movement hitting every nerve and your legs are shaking almost instantly.
your moans aren’t even controlled, they’re broken, high and desperate.
“uhhah ahh!! sevikaaahhhh fuck—”
she groans, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear, “yeah. that’s it. that’s the sound i wanted.”
her pace picks up,
hips snapping forward, the strap moving inside you with every thrust, curling and pulsing.
while your voice climbs louder and messier.
her hand slips between your legs, palm spanking your clit as she drives into you harder. squelch squelch squelch
there’s no rhythm anymore — it’s need.
she’s panting, biting your shoulder, thrusts hitting so deep you go crossed eyed. sevika doesn’t ease up, oh no, she just shifts her grip.
her metal hand slides up your spine, grabs both your wrists, and pulls them behind your back, pinning them there like she’s restraining you.
your chest presses down into the mattress, hips tilted up, open, exposed. you gasp — half sob, half moan.
“sevika — please,” your voice cracks.
she groans into your shoulder hungrily and frustrated.
“don’t start fucking begging now. you were reaaal bold in the kitchen just now.”
her hips slam forward, the strap driving so deep it knocks your breath right out of your lungs.
you cry out loud, shaking and broken. your wrists twitch in her grip, instinct trying to pull forward, try to ground yourself, try to grab onto something — she doesn’t let you.
her body weight holds you down, back arched, pussy spread, taking every inch whether you can keep up or not.
the strap is still squirming inside you, curling, dragging against every nerve. and your whole body is trembling so hard your knees buckle. tears hit the sheets. warm. fast. helpless.
“fuck fu—ah s-stop it!! i can’t—”
you don’t actually mean stop. you both know you don’t. your voice is trembling on pleasure, not fear.
she leans down, lips at your ear, breathing ragged, “yeah you can, you’re taking it. don’t you dare stop now.”
her hand on your wrists tightens.
the way she holds you is possession, not force. her hips snap forward again, harder and your voice just breaks. you’re sobbing — messy, shaking, moaning through the crying. and of course she’s getting off on it.
your orgasm hits harddd affff. fast, overwhelming, body curling in on itself while you can’t move.
your legs convulse, your cry goes high and raw — almost embarrassing, except she groans at the sound like it’s the best fucking thing she’s ever heard.
she fucks you through it, slow, deep thrusts now, like she’s feeling you shake around her.
“there it is,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “there you go. ride it out, i gotcha.”
when it’s done, she finally lets your wrists go, your body collapsing under you, chest heaving, face wet with tears. she eases out, settles behind you, pulls you onto her thigh, arms around your waist, panting into your neck.
you sniff once. wipe your cheek. catch your breath.
and then, because you are you,
“so…where’s my $100?”
sevika freezes, you can actually feel the moment her soul leaves her body.
she exhales through her nose — long, suffering.
“yeah. yeah i’ll…i’ll get my wallet later.”
her voice is so flat and tired you laugh, even though your voice is still shaky. she kisses your neck.
“don’t. start.”
you kiss her cheek
“i’m gonna frame the bill.”
AMBESSA ✶ 31 DAYS
she doesn’t crack. not once.
you try:
• sitting on her lap
• sleeping in her bed shirtless
• “accidentally” dropping things and bending over
• whining
• cuddling
• showering together
• wearing her shirts
• kissing her neck in the mornings
BUT SHE DOESNT FUCKING BREAKKKK
she looks at you with that slow, amused, terrifyingly calm expression.
“oh, darling. you really think temptation controls me?”
her voice is silk and steel.
her self control is religious.
she does kiss you — soft, lingering and deep — but stops every time it can turn into more.
thumb under your chin, murmuring, “not yet, patience. you’ll thank me later.”
by day 29 you’re the one going insane.
your thighs press together when she walks by. your voice goes breathy around her. you can’t even look at her hands without whining.
she notices, of course. she cups your cheek gently, “almost, just a little longer.”
and you want to scream. AND CREAM!
day 30 // 11:59 PM
she sits behind you in bed, legs around your hips, arms around your waist.
holding you.
breathing with you.
not touching sexually.
just…well, waiting.
her lips brush your shoulder. “when the clock changes, you will not be able to walk tomorrow, dear.”
she kisses your pulse, “nod if you understand.”
you nod. “yes, bessa.” she laughs low, soft, devastating.
DECEMBER 1ST // 12.00 AM
the restraint shatters like IMMEDIATELY THE SECOND IT TURNS 12
there is no hesitation. no slow build. no gentle start.
ambessa lifts you, one arm under your thighs, the other behind your back and lays you down like you are something precious she is about to ruin.
her mouth is on your throat immediately, openmouthed, hungry, devouring kisses that make your back arch.
her hands are so big around your waist it feels like she could just close her fingers and break you in half.
she drags your underwear down slow, not teasingly
her voice is destroyed already, “i have missed this.”
she spreads you open with both hands, like she’s studying you, honoring you, starved for you.
and then she goes down on you.
deep tongue. strong pressure. messy sounds.
she’s moaning into you like she’s the one being touched.
your legs shake fast, too fast, and she just holds your thighs steady like her hands were made for the exact shape of your body.
you’re already crying.
“a-ambessa!! ngh wait i—”
she lifts her head just enough to speak against your swollen, wet pussy— voice hoarse and reverent, “thirty. days.”
she sucks your clit and your entire spine leaves your body. you cum so hard your vision whites out and she does not stop.
your hips try to pull away but she gathers you back easily and keeps going. you’re crying, shaking and babbling. she’s groaning like she’s drinking water in a desert.
when she finally pulls back, her mouth is wet and shining, and her pupils are shot.
“turn over.” you’re on your stomach before you even think.
she straps up, the big one. the one with weight. the one she never uses unless she wants to break you apart slowly.
you feel it when she presses the tip in, stretching you slow but deep, like she wants your body to remember the shape of her.
she leans over you chest to your back, lips to your ear.
“i have waited a month to fuck you,”
she whispers, deep, low, shaking,
“and i am not going to be gentle.”
she fucks you deep enough to feel it in your throat. paced, controlled, but merciless.
your moans are broken. your tears are constant. your voice is barely words.
she holds your wrists down. and bites your shoulder. she breathes your name like a prayer and a claim.
you cum. again, again and again you start losing count. she doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even slow.
the room is heat and sweat and breath and the sound of skin hitting skin hard. slap squelch slap squelch !!
your voice is wrecked, shaking:
“p-please m’bessaaa i- i can’t!!”
she kisses your jaw. “yes you can, darling. just let me handle it.”
and she fucks you until you do. again, and again, and again till you receive the best aftercare.
GRAYSON ✶ 14 DAYS
she’s sweet, normal, laughing. cooking dinner.
she kisses you on the forehead instead of the mouth.
she sleeps facing the wall because she knows if you cuddle she’ll crumble.
you tease her lightly — sitting on her lap, hugging her from behind, and she just smiles like angels are singing in her ears.
“nice try, sweetheart.”
she’s confident.
she’s calm.
she’s in control.
but as the days go by, her touches linger. her eyes drop to your lips, chest and ass more often. she swallows hard when you stretch or climb into her lap.
she starts avoiding the bedroom with you inside it.
she’ll be like “i’ll sleep on the couch, you know, just to be safe.” voice tight. cheeks pink.
she’s not suffering horny.
she’s suffering yearning.
it’s night. you’re in bed. she’s behind you. and you slowly back up into her.
just your hips touching her thighs.
she fucking stops breathing.
her hand hovers over your waist, not touching, just trembling in place.
you whisper,
“you can hold me, baby. ain’t gonna bust in me are you?”
she smiles and does. very carefully. very gently.
her chest pressed to your back, lips against your shoulder, breathing like she’s trying not to beg.
the next night, you’re wearing one of her shirts. no pants, just your undies. soft. sleepy. warm.
you crawl into her lap on the couch while she reads.
not even horny. just loving.
you tuck your head under her chin. your breath brushes her throat. her hands hovering, unsure, fragile. you nuzzle her neck.
“graayyy?”
her voice is so quiet and raspy godddd, “shh baby don’t do that. you know what it does to me.”
you blink up at her. “does what?”
she swallows, her hands cup your cheek like she’s holding something holy and breakable.
“you know exactly what you’re doing.” your eyes meet hers and that’s it. her restraint shatters.
she kisses you like her heart is on fire,
slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, her fingertips trembling at your jaw because she has wanted this for two weeks.
she lifts you onto her lap properly, thighs spread over hers, your chest flush to hers, hands gripping her shoulders like you will fall apart without her.
her voice is breathless, warm, almost breaking, “i’m sorry, i tried i really tried. but i missed you. i missed this so much, darling.”
and you’re already whining because she kisses like she’s trying to pull your soul out through your mouth.
she pulls back just enough to look at you. her eyes are already glossy.
not from lust.
from finally.
“we can stop,” she whispers, voice thin, trying so hard to be good. “we haven’t broken anything yet, y’know…”
her mouth trembles she wants you so bad it looks like pain. you shake your head.
“n-no grayson, i want you.”
and then the restraint is gone.
her hands are everywhere — your waist, your back, your thigh — sliding you higher into her lap, aligning your hips to hers. you quickly remove to remove your underwear and hers.
gosh her pussy is the prettiest. that bush— but no, no time to day dream now.
you both close the distance between your heats.
you both moan — soft, involuntary, broken at the same time, and it’s like the room sparks around you.
her fingers grip your thigh, spreading you wider over her, guiding you until your bodies slot together perfectly, that tender, slick glide as your folds brush hers. you both gasp.
the first slow grind is accidental, just your weight settling but it sends a shock up both your spines.
your breath shatters.
she’s already tearing up.
just tears slipping down her face without her noticing, mouth parted, breath shaking while she rolls her eyes back.
she holds your waist like she’s afraid you’ll disappear mid touch.
“i—”
her voice catches, raw.
“i don’t want to hurt you— nghh”
you shake your head again, faster, “you won’t please m-more.”
her hips move just enough for your clits to drag against each other nice and gooodddd.
you whine loud, broken and she chokes on a gasp like the sound punched the air out of her chest.
she grips you tighter.
“okayokay i’ve got you—”
and she starts really grinding.
not frantic.
not dirty.
intimate.
deep, rolling movements that push you into her, pressed,, breath mixing, thighs trembling.
the sound of your wetness between you is obscene. soft, messy friction, rhythm building until your hips are moving together without thought.
your moans go higher .your body starts shaking. you clutch her thighs, nails sinking in.
her tears fall onto your neck.
“you’re- you’re so warm— god, i forgot,”
her voice is wrecked, completely gone,
“i forgot how good you feel mmh”
your thighs squeeze around her, grinding harder, faster, chasing the pulse building low and tight in your stomach. your breath is breaking.
“gray- graysonnn!! i— ”
she hears it. her own hips stutter like she’s losing rhythm—
she grabs your hips in both hands and guides you through it, fucking up into your pussy, scissoring harder, deeper, wetter, your clits dragging perfect and overwhelming.
she presses her forehead to your cheek, her tears smearing against yours, “yes you can, sweetheart. f-fuck i’m right here, please stay with mhh me”
your orgasm hits hard and deep and full body,
your thighs clamp around hers, your back arches, you cry out open, raw, helpless.
she comes with you— a deep, broken noise from her chest like she’s finally letting herself feel which god sounds sooo beautiful.
you collapse into each other. your legs are still tangled. your chests press and fall together. your breaths are uneven and wet.
she’s still holding your hips like you might vanish, “thank you.”
you tuck your face into her neck.
“don’t thank me, baby.” you pant, “let’s just rest.. we’ll clean up later.”
VI ✶ 2 DAYS
day 1 she was cocky as hell. leaning back on the couch w her hands behind her head like,
“pffft babe i literally grew up in a prison. you think i can’t handle not busting for a few days? easy.”
you shrugged. you weren’t even teasing yet cause you didn’t have to.
cause day 2 hits like a truck.
so you get home from work and what you hear are the sounds of whimpering. your bedroom door is cracked open. soft, desperate breathing.
you push the door open and there she is.
vi.
on her knees on the bed, hips grinding down hard onto your pillow, both hands gripping it like it’s life support.
she’s in just a tank top and minecraft boxers, hair messy as hell, cheeks flushed deep pink.
her forehead is pressed to the pillow as her hips are moving fast — sloppy, needy, desperate circles and thrusts.
she didn’t notice you yet. “fuck!! gosh i love you i love youiloveyouuu mhh”
you lean against the doorframe, “really?”
her entire spine goes stiff. her hips instantly stop mid grind.
she turns her head slowly — face red, pupils blown, sweat on her neck, lips bitten raw.
“…hey.”
“hey.”
she clears her throat, “so before you say anything. i didn’t cum. so technically— ”
you raise an eyebrow, “honey, you were humping my pillow.”
“yeah but, i didn’t finish.”
you walk towards her and she squeezes your pillow tighter between her thighs, like you’re gonna take it. you sit on the edge of the bed and tilt her chin up with one finger, “vi, baby. you lost.”
“i didn’t! babe, i was so — you were gone all day and you were wearing that stupid cute shirt this morning and i could smell your shampoo on this pillow and—”
she cuts herself off, mortified.
“awww you missed me?” you smile wickedly.
“shut up.” she tries to sound cocky but fails, she’s gone already.
you slip your hand between her thighs and lean close to her ear,
“go on then, show me how bad you wanted it.”
her hips start moving again — but slower because she’s looking right at you while she does it, breathing your air, forehead on your shoulder.
she’s so wet the pillow is already damp, her voice gets high embarrassingly needy “pleaseee!! please fuck i missed you babyyyy”
you guide her hips, fingers digging into her waist, making her grind harder, deeper.
“say it,” you whisper. “say you broke.”
“i— ” another grind and her voice cracks.
“i broke okay? i fuckin lost. just don’t stoppp!! feels s’good!”
and she cums from humping your pillow while looking you straight in the eyes, thighs shaking, breath stuttering, face pressed to your boobies as she whimpers through it.
pathetic in the sexiest way possible.
when she’s done, she just collapses against you, panting, gripping you like she thinks you’re gonna vanish.
“two days, huh?”
she groans into your collarbone, “shut the fuck up.”
CAITLYN ✶ 17 DAYS
she didn’t mean to find them, your laptop was open.
a folder not even hidden well, just…there.
photos from months ago — ones you took when you were feeling hot and wanted to surprise her back then.
she should have closed it. she really did try.
but the second she saw even one glimpse, your thigh, your hand pulling your underwear aside, that perfect arch — her breath hitched like she’d been punched.
she sat down slowly, scrolling through more files. and she finds another one.. and opens it.
and then another.
and another.
her voice is barely a whisper to herself, “oh god.”
she was so composed up until now. so calm, so proud and so polished.
day 17 breaks her like a fever.
she goes to your drawer, top shelf.
she knows exactly where the vibrator is.
she takes the pretty one, the purple one she bought for you because of course she did.
she lies back on the bed. knees bent to her chest, legs spread slowly like she’s still pretending to be elegant even though she’s about to ruin herself.
the photos are still open on the laptop beside her.
your body.
your expression.
your hand between your legs.
she drags two fingers through her panties, and they come away wet. not damp. fucking wet.
“seventeen days, i lasted seventeen days for you—”
she presses her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound, because she’s already whining, already shaking.
she turns the vibrator on lowest setting. and just the sound of it makes her hips lift.
she brings it to her clit and the noise that leaves her is not dignified.
a whine — high, breathy, desperate.
her free hand fists the sheets. her thighs start shaking instantly because her body has been begging for this for weeks.
her eyes flutter, lashes wet, chest rising too fast.
she whispers your name like a prayer. no, really, “pleasepleaseplease!! darling, oh i need you,”
she grinds up against the vibrator, hips jerking, trying not to move too fast but failing.
she’s not even trying to stay quiet anymore.
she’s breathless, soft gasps, whimpers, her whole body tight, so close it hurts.
she keeps looking at the photo on the screen,
your pussy exposed, your fingers spreading yourself for the camera.
her lips part. and then she falls apart. not a short orgasm.
but a slow, overwhelming, full body release, her thighs clench, her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens silent for a second, like the pleasure is too big to make a sound. and then the cry comes.
a broken, choked, whimpering sob of relief, “ooh god!! oh my, mmph”
her orgasm just keeps going, long, drawn out waves that look like it’s stealing her breath. she can’t even look straight at the photos without rolling her eyes back.
when she finally collapses back down onto the sheets, her legs are still twitching.
she covers her eyes with her arm, chest heaving, flushed to the collarbone.
can someone please recommend some period wlw fanfics???! victorian, regency, medieval, it doesn't matter but I NEED to read about forbidden love, yearnism, comphet, internalized homophobia, religious guilt, angst, or anything like that. or or or something like butch knight x femme princess please ANYTHING
It is not x reader if you describe the readers fucking key features.
“As he gazed into your blue eyes…” I have brown eyes.
“You’re pale porcelain skin.” I’m black
“Your hair was a mess but you were late so you put it in a messy bun and ran out the house.” I have short ass dread locs.
Genuinely I’m getting sick of this shit. It’s sad that POC creators have to make their own fanfics and specify it’s only for POC because anything else uses specific attributes that usually only a white person could have. It’s such a fucking turn off to read a good fucking story and then for some reason the author has to fuck it up by adding “your silky hair.” Like wtf is happening? If you have a person in mind then you can make it a character x oc that’s okay! But it is NOT x reader when you’re literally turning us into something that’s not even us. Like do some of yall not realize white peoples are not the only ones reading this shit? Ik many ppl have addressed this but some ppl rlly aren’t changing and it’s just so odd to me. If u want to specify how the “reader” looks. Do everyone a favor and just say it’s an OC there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not fair to people. And it’s not even just about POC. Just in general. Like imagine a brunette reading that shit and it says “your beautiful blonde hair” like???? It’s not fair, it’s just weird. It’s not x reader, it’s x oc and seriously that’s okay!
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゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ WEREWOLF!VI ── .✦ "FANTASY" AU // uh-oh! you choose to ignore your girlfriend’s warning of leaving her alone for an entire week, and end up suffering enjoying the consequences of a werewolf in the prime of their rut.
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; fantasy au (modern time/setting, but werewolves exist), breeding kink, p in v, knotting, butch!vi, established relationship, size kink (vi grows to be 7'0''..), belly bulge, mild voyeurism, biting/marking (blood drawn), spitting. MDNI!
“Don’t come over, please. It’ll only be a week. Don’t get mad at me if I can’t answer your texts.”
Don’t get mad at me, my ass. It’s been four days since Vi, your girlfriend of three years, has left you— again. You know how it goes by now; every six months, Vi shuts herself up in her apartment and doesn’t come out. The fact that she’s a werewolf isn’t really much of an inconvenience, with the exception of how much she sheds, and this.
Is this how you two will work for all eternity? You can live without her for a week, sure, but it’s frustrating. You’ve never seen her in what she calls a rut. At one point, you’ll have to.
“Vi!” You call out her name as you knock on her door. No answer. You even press your ear against the wood, and nothing. Odd. You’d think she’d be growling, or something. “I’m coming in, okay?”
With the spare key, you slip inside the apartment and shut the door behind you. You expected a mess — a dirty kitchen, maybe some torn pillows — but, no. It’s relatively clean, save for a box of protein bars and empty chinese takeout on the counter.
You’re just about done kicking your shoes off by the entrance before the door at the end of the hallway creaks open. That one leads to her bedroom.
“Vi?” Again, you call out her name and hope for an answer. Nothing. You advance forward, guided by the sunlight that still streams in through the windows. “Listen, baby, I know you don’t want me here because you fear you’ll hurt me, but I—”
Ah.
Vi stops under the arch of the hallway. She’s slightly hunched over, and even then, damn near touches the wood above her. She’s stripped down to her boxers and binding tape. That’s not something you haven’t seen before.
The rest of her is.
Not only has she gained over a foot in height, but also what looks like to be at least twenty kilograms of pure muscle in weight. She’s never been one to shave, but the hair — or, fur, rather — at the base of her navel that travels south is much, much thicker. More pink tufts have sprouted along her shoulders. Longer sideburns.
Though Vi has yet to speak, you can still see the outline of the thick and sharp fangs that have grown within her mouth. Her ears, flattened to the sides of her head and pointed. It’s a mystery to how she can even comfortably get off, considering the length and sharpness of those claws.
“I told you not to come,” The words leave Vi in a rasp as she strolls forward. In spite of her new size, she makes little to no sound as she comes to stand before you. Honestly, her size is almost absurd, but you can already imagine yourself under her; squished down onto the bed, hips raised, and her mouth over your throat as she fucks you from behind into the mattress. Will you even be able to take all of her? “And still, you—”
She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence. Vi leans down, splaying one of her broad palms over the small of your back to press you against her frame. Her nose brushes over your throat, and she groans loudly. You don’t know what she’s just caught a whiff of, but it makes her entire spine shudder.
“You’re wet,” Vi states, voice thick. Her other hand travels down your torso, claws catching on the delicate cashmere of your sweater, until she cups you through your jeans. Gods, are her hands big. At least twelve inches, no doubt. Bigger than the length of your fucking skull. You gasp against her ear as the heel of her palm applies pressure against your clothed clit, steadying yourself by grasping onto her broad shoulders. “I won’t be myself in this state. You understand that, right?”
You do.
It’s not hard to see just how much Vi’s pulling herself together here. Her jaw’s clenched so tight it’s a wonder her molars haven’t cracked. There’s tension in her muscles you can feel with every shift under your fingers.
“I do.”
That’s all Vi needs before she’s lifting you up into her arms without so much of a grunt. Her mouth seals over yours just as your thighs hook around her waist, and her lips eagerly part to meet your tongue halfway. She mutters an apology when the tip of your tongue catches on the pointed end of a fang, though eventually moves to feast on your throat instead.
Vi stumbles backwards until she finally makes it into the bedroom, and though at the peak of her rut, is still mindful of how she throws you onto the bed. The bed is what’s a mess.
Piles of pillows against the headboard that follow in a semi-circle along the crumbled sheets. It’s mostly extra blankets that work as a cushion, though you do catch view of an oddly familiar pair of panties you’d lost months ago in the corner.
Vi’s hands land on your hips, snapping you out of your thoughts. A groan vibrates in her throat as she raises your lower half in the air, connecting your clothed cunt with her own hidden, but very evident, arousal. It’s almost painful, considering you’re in your jeans, but Vi makes quick work of them soon enough.
Her claws catch on your thigh from how quickly she rips the denim down your legs, and Vi soothes the sting with a lick and kiss before moving on to your sweater next. She splays her palm over your belly, muttering something you can’t quite catch under her breath.
“What’s with the…?” You trail off with a breath, leaning back against the mound of pillows and blankets. “This.”
“It’s a nest,” Vi answers as she lowers herself, nuzzling her cheek over your neck before her mouth latches onto the skin. You can’t suppress a moan as she nips and suckles the sensitive flesh, and your hands find their natural placement on her head when she pushes your bralette up to expose your breasts into the air. “Instinct, I guess. More comfortable. Good place for future pups.”
“Future what?” You echo.
Vi groans, perhaps at the sound of those words coming from your mouth, and gives a nod. She rips your bralette in half with ease, the fabric giving away under the strength. You want to snap at her for it, but really, the sight of her thick and veiny forearms are awfully distracting.
“Pups,” Vi hums into your skin, briefly lapping at one of your breasts before scooting backwards to work her way down your body. Her hands slide down your sides until they cup your hips once more, and she squeezes until the soft flesh yields between every gap of her fingers. “I’d give you a whole litter. Keep you here, safe and sound…”
You know it’s just her hormones and instincts talking — probably — and choose to indulge her. You’re not completely lost to the anatomy of a werewolf in rut.
"And you'd do that, how? Knotting me?"
Teasing Vi in this state is probably not the smartest move.
Her pointed ears flick once before she rips your panties with both hands. The torn fabric is tossed over her shoulder, and you yelp as she stands on her knees and lifts your entire lower half up. Your feet fall to the sides, leaving your cunt exposed. Much like Vi had guessed earlier, you're already wet, but that's not enough for her.
She lowers her head between your legs and spits over your mound. You shudder with a grunt, feeling as the warm glob rolls past the hood of your clit to run down to your entrance. Vi's gaze doesn't meet yours just yet, and she instead looks from her fingers to your sex. Back, and forth.
A deep whine echoes from her throat as she shakes her head.
"Finger yourself," Vi orders, glancing down at you. Her claws dig into the meat of your hips, drawing some blood. "Work yourself open for me."
"Like this?" You gesture down at yourself with one hand, a huff following suit. It's not the most comfortable of positions for you to touch your damn self.
"Like this."
But you won't argue.
You trail your dominant hand down, reaching over with your middle and ring finger to slide down to your entrance. Vi watches with rapt attention as you lubricate your fingers with the mix of her spit and your slick, and she groans in satisfaction as one of your fingers disappears into your warmth.
Maybe you don’t get as much pleasure from fingering yourself as you would from Vi doing it, but the psychological aspect of being ordered and watched is another different thing. Vi usually speaks filth and praise into your ear when you two fuck, but it seems like she can’t get anything beyond grunts and whines out. Her pupils expand as you add yet another finger, leaving only slim ring of her grey irises visible.
“Add another one,” She rasps, curling her hands tighter around your hips. “You’ll need it.”
You don’t have to look down to know Vi’s not just being cocky about her size. The outline of her dick beneath those boxers is a little intimidating, honestly. She’s fucked you with big straps before, yeah, but she’s never fucked you in this form.
Her hands appear to be twelve inches now.
Lord knows what’s going on down there.
So you do as told, sinking a third digit into your cunt. The stretch aches, but this time, Vi aids by keeping your hips elevated with one hand and raising her free one to suck her thumb into her mouth. Then, she lowers it to rub circles over your clit. You relax around yourself little by little, worked up by your fingers, Vi’s thumb on your clit, and the sound of her desperate little pants the longer you finger yourself for.
You're already feeling that climb. The warmth that begins to pool and curl deep in your belly, the flush that begins to run down to your fingertips, and the itch you're eager to tear to have that orgasm.
But, Vi rips that feeling by pulling her thumb away.
"Fuck you, Vi.." You hiss, dropping your head back onto the mountain of pillows with a groan. You pull your fingers out with a grunt, and before you can wipe them clean on the sheets, Vi does the job by leaning down and taking them into your mouth.
"Hm?" Vi croons, the grin that curls the corners of her lips making the fangs behind them peak out. "Do you want to say that again?"
She doesn't give you much time to answer before she's pushing her boxers down. Vi hisses as her length is freed, pink brows furrowing as it slaps against her stomach. She's painfully hard, the pink head — which goes a bit past her belly button — weeps with pre. There's the knot at the base, not yet swollen to it's full potential, but still there.
But before you can appreciate her bare self, she's rolling you over onto your belly. You raise your head, but Vi's right hand is quick to snap out and press itself flat between your shoulder blades. You're left with no choice but to keep your cheek squished to the sheets, and are just barely able to peek over your shoulder. Her free hand grasps your hip, lifting it so that your spine forms a comfortable arch.
"Look at you," Vi grunts, giving a pat to your hip as a silent order to remain in position. She lets go, if only to grasp herself and align the tip of her cock over your entrance. You breathe out against the bedding as she pushes in barely over an inch, then withdraws. "S'eager for me... I'll have you stuffed full soon enough."
She makes quick on that promise with a swift, smooth roll of her hips forward. A choked whine spills from your lips as she stretches you open, curling your fingers into the sheets to ease every intake of air and relax around her further. But Vi's huge— there's so much of her, and she's yet to sheathe herself inside fully. The hand on your upper back slides down to instead splay over your tummy, fingers spread to press up against the soft flesh just as Vi's hips meet your backside.
She's in, fully and entirely, and you're thankful she's giving you a few seconds to get used to the slight burnt of the stretch. Her fingertips press against the bulge beneath the fat, and you shudder as her breath suddenly ghosts over your neck when Vi bows forward.
"Do you feel that? Feel me?" There's a certain level of mirth in her tone, amplified by the chuckle that follows when you groan as her hips draw back a few inches, then snap back forward just as quickly. "Made to take me, I swear it..."
That's the last Vi says before she begins to fuck you properly.
Every roll of her hips is calculated— firm and rough yet perfectly angled to hit that sweet spot within you. The sheer bulk of her body keeps you pinned beneath her with no ability to move. You can only take, and take, and take, gasping against the sheets as the head of her cock kisses your cervix every so often, and her fingers keep pressing against the bulge her size forms. Saliva drips from her mouth down onto your shoulder, and you choke on your breath slightly as Vi's tongue laps it up.
Her hand over your belly slides down, middle and ring finger reaching over to rub circles on your clit. She matches the speed of her thrusts with every caress against the bud of nerves, and Vi chuckles against your ear when your hips begin to eagerly meet hers. It's overstimulating, almost, given that you're still somewhat sensitive from that denied orgasm from earlier. But Vi cares not.
You can feel that warmth building up all over again— quicker now, with much more intensity. Vi can tell, as she quits alternating the speed of her thrusts and keeps her pace even.
"Can feel— you squeezing me already. Eager for me to fill you, is that it?" Vi grunts against your ear. Her throat's a little drier now, and there's the occasional hiccup between her words; she's close herself, obviously. "I'll stuff you full, baby. Knot you to keep it alllll in there, keep your womb warm and—"
She cuts herself off with a groan, driven by instinct to instead seal her mouth over your right shoulder with a firm bite. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as your orgasm crashes over you, torn between the sweet flush of warmth it brings from head to toe, and the ache and burn her fangs cause by plunging into your flesh. Vi shudders as your blood hits her tongue, and she's quick to soothe the bite with her tongue before focusing on her own pleasure. Her thrusts are a little more clumsy now, quick and rough. She mutters against your shoulder, though given her teeth are still imbedded into your skin, leaves her words intelligible. You're sensitive, yet can still feel your cunt flutter around her cock in spasms to keep her going. It doesn't take long for Vi to meet her own end, and she comes with a deep groan against your shoulder.
Her knot forces its way in, earning a whimper from your throat at the extra and final stretch your walls are forced to accommodate. Vi's cock pulses, releasing thick and warm ropes of her seed into you. None of it leaks, not with the plug her knot acts as, settling deep in your womb— much like she had promised. It's a full minute before she ceases the slow rut of her hips and stills completely, and finally, she releases your shoulder and leans back to sit up on her knees.
It's an uncomfortable position, the one you two will be stuck in for a long while, so Vi settles for at least lowering your hips so that your stomach meets the mattress. Her thumb traces the indents of her teeth, wiping away the blood that still drips.
"We'll be here a while," She states, drawing a deep breath into her lungs before leaning down again. She exhales against your cheek and nuzzles her own over it, causing a slight shiver from you. "So get comfortable."
everything that surrounded you was pure bliss, starting off with the view of your girlfriend on top of you, rubbing her wet pussy on yours soaking as well.
“hmm… you feel so good…”
her moans are so rare yet so ethereal. her hair brushed against your face once in while when she could hover herself. she loved the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your tits slightly bounced with every thrust, and she would grope them anytime she wanted.
her hands gripped on you faster time by time, feeling the sensation of her wetness painting your body, your swollen clits bumping against each other with so much lust. she wanted to own you, she needed to show you that you were hers.
“mmh… agh! no one could ever have you like this, right? you’re my good girl, my sweet good girl”
she peppered kiss all over your leg, you would try to cover your face with the palm of your hand: the squelching sound of your cunts kissing was making you feel embarrassed, that until she moved your hand to shook it with hers.
“don’t cover that beautiful face… you look so fucking beautiful…”
𝐂𝐖: Nsfw, mdni, boob lover vi, oral sex, scissoring, big clit vi, praise kink, edging, just a mini post to feed yall.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Her hands are all over your chest when you’re making out, shoving your shirt up to wrap her lips around your nipple, groaning as you arch into her touch.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who sometimes wakes up so horny in the morning. All wrapped around you, her swollen clit throbbing against her boxers. Nuzzling her nose into the back of your neck as her hand trails over your waist.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who wants to have you writhing and moaning under her as she attacks your clit with her tongue but always ends up grinding into the mattress. Who can’t help but stare up at you from between your legs, watching you watch hazy eyes.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who was leaking all down her thighs from fucking you with her strap, her boxers soaked through. Who strips them off and just needs to feel you against her, clit needy and twitching as it slides against your oversensitive one. Who doesn’t take long to come just from that, already pent up from making you come for the past hour.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is 1000% a whimperer. She can deny it sure, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it’s true. Getting a simple “You feel so fucking good baby, fuck—“ from you and she is doubling her efforts, whimpering into your neck as she peppers the area with open mouthed kisses.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who gets into fights and has to apologise by making you come before she does. Both of you knuckle deep inside of each other, you purposely holding back your own orgasm as you see Vi struggling to do the same. Who turns into a whimpering pleading mess next to you as your fingers slowly pull out again and trail up and over her clit just before she can come, redoubling her efforts to get you off just so you’ll touch her again.
