#dom! wednesday

[midnightmoonkiss]

MINORS DNI 18+

Dom! Wednesday Addams X AFAB! Reader

Wednesday Addams, who has brought you to her haunted house during the winter break in college, thoroughly enjoys fingering you in her room in the dead of night.

The house is eerily quiet, as if everyone died in their sleep, and here you are on your girlfriends bed, the room locked. Your wrists are bound with rope and tied to the bedframe as her slender fingers work you up, filling the room with wet squelches.

Arrousal flowed down your ass and onto the towel she had laid beneath you, your thighs shaking like a baby deer’s as she loomed menacingly over you.

Her dark aura surrounded you, sucking the air out of your lungs much like the sheer effort it took to not cry her name.

She knows your body like she knows her way around a dissection, Wednesday knew just were to touch to get the results she wanted, results she needed.

She knows you’re loud, knows you’re easily embarrassed, meanwhile she has barely an ounce of shame.

She knows you’re absolutely struggling to keep quiet.

And it brings a sadistic smile to her pale face, black eyes like a starless sky boring into your own that well up with tears as you squirm beneath the intensity.

To others, she looked creepy like this.. to you? You couldn’t deny it, knowing she was solely focused on you made your heart flutter and velvety walls squeeze her soaked fingers.

As she stared, she noticed immediately the message you were conveying.

You were pleading with her with your gorgeous (E/C) eyes, begging her to at least take it easy and go slow.

But how could she when she was enjoying this way too much?

Her fingers curl inside you, pressing up against that spongey spot that makes your toes curl with a wet click, your name soft on her lips as she coo’s at you, teasing.

Tears freely flow from your eyes now as you bite your lip, blood nearly spilling.

“Sweet sparrow, won’t you cry for me?”

Besides, she was tortured with her parents grotesque, unending public displays of affection toward one another as she grew up.

The way she sees it, it’s only fair payback should they hear a squeak or two from her cute mouse.

Though she supposes she could show you some mercy.. only if you verbally beg, that is.

Oh, how she wanted to hear that now broken voice of yours.

So go on,

Beg.

[wayhaughtwives]

wayhaught living their wifey lives will be on our screens so soon 🥹

[talaok]

Hello,

I was wondering if it were possible to write a Tyler galpin x reader smut where he is like basically feral and running on pure instinct? I'm a big fan of your writing and it would much appreciated 👍

Thank you~~~~

pairing: Dom!Tyler Galpin x Sub!Fem!reader summary:Tyler teaches you a lesson after you messed up Warnings: not exactly con, face fucking, shit ton of degrading, MeanasfuckDom!Tyler, unprotected penetrative sex, choking and slapping a/n: This is a lot, I'm serious, so please don't read it if you are impressionable or in any way triggered by any of the warnings. That said, I wrote this while writing an essay about a saint, so yeah, that was an experience.

You’ve gotta learn

"I'm sorry" you said, for the thousand time since you had entered the room. His room, his blue-walled room, filled with posters and CDs. A normal teenager's room, where one should do their homework and dream of the future. But that was before, before Marilyn Thornhill, before the hyde, before he had killed and killed countless innocent souls. Now it was a facade, a distant reminder of what it could have been, of what he could have been. “I’m really sorry Tyler” your eyes were starting to wet, pathetic useless tears were threatening to spill out of them “ I fucked up”  “Fuck if you did” he said harshly “you had one job and you still managed to fuck it up” he yelled “I swear to god if I get caught because of you “ his index finger pointed threateningly at you “I don’t even fucking know “ he exhaled, dropping his hands by his side. “I’m sorry” you mumbled as a tear streamed down your face. “Are you serious?” He stepped towards you “Are you fucking crying?” You gulped. He was scary when he was mad. You had seen it before, since you began helping him you had uncovered shades of him that you had never met. Things he hid from the word, moments of rage, of anger so powerful you had found yourself fearing for your life. Wondering if you were gonna get out alive, or if his feral eyes were gonna be the last thing you ever saw. And now there it was again, the Tyler nobody knew, the real one, towering over you. “I’m so-“ a sob interrupted your words. “Oh stop” he said annoyed, “ you think your apologies will change something?” he hissed and you looked at your shoes, not able to bear his gaze anymore “huh?” He tilted his head to meet your eyes “answer me” “N-no. You’re right” you sobbed now, not in control of your emotions. "Stop " he gritted "Or I'll give you something to fucking cry about" he gripped your face  "and I won't stop even when you beg" he inhaled your scent "not until you'll have no more tears left "  You looked at him apologetically “I-I” “Choose your words wisely y/n” his low voice seemed calmer now, but you knew he wasn’t. That was the tone he used when he knew what he wanted, and was determined to get it. And you knew what he wanted. “I’m sorry” another tear wet your face. He smirked, because he knew, because you had done just what he wanted you to. “Get on your knees” You looked at him, fear very clear in your irides. The last time this happened you ended up having to hide bruises all over your body. “Tyler-“ “Get on your knees y/n, and open your mouth” You did. “Maybe this way you’ll learn to shut up” He unzipped his pants and they pooled at his feet with his boxers. His cock sprained right in front of you. Staring at you threateningly. “Stick your tongue out” he ordered, as he gathered your hair in his fist. You obeyed again, and he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him, before he slowly pushed his dick into your mouth. You gagged once his tip hit the back of your throat, and he groaned, not stopping but pushing himself even deeper. More tears pooled in your eyes. “What, you don’t have anything to say anymore?” He retracted his hips and thrust hard back into your mouth “No more pathetic apologies?” He did it again, his grip on your hair getting stronger. He chuckled “ it’s hard to do that with my dick in your mouth”  Your bare knees were hurting, bent against the cold tiles.  He pushed himself into you again “isn’t it?” He humiliated you, as he started going faster, strings of saliva falling and sticking all over your chin. "Isn't it?" he asked again, yanking your head back. He wanted you to answer. As if the mascara down your face and your knees on the floor weren't enough. You nodded, humming in agreement around his cock. He chuckled "such a fucking slut" before resuming his rhythm. "you just have to be told everything" he kept going " so fucking pathetic" "i have to do this you see?" he growled "or else you're never gonna fucking learn"  "you understand?" he asked, choking you on his dick, like you could have answered.  you stared at him, your eyes red from the tears and your face wet from both them and your own spit. you had never felt so impotent in your life, completely at the mercy of someone else, not strong enough to fight back, but most importantly, most scarily, too in love to even try. Because that was the truth. You loved him, you loved him more than you loved yourself, more than your own life. He was a monster, a killer, a criminal, and yet he protected you, he held you and he was there, he was always there for you. So even at times like this, even when you knew something wrong was happening you couldn't help but think it was for him. You were helping him, just like he had helped you times and times before. And yes, of course, the modality was really diffrent, but the outcome was the same. What were a couple bruises compared to his face afterward? Compared to all he had done for you? And so you nodded, granting him what he wanted, what he needed. "tell me what you understood" he ordered, removing his cock from your mouth. You coughed softly "Y-you are doing it for m-me" you answered stuttering "Why?" he pushed himself into your mouth again, taking you by surprise. More tears traveled to your chin before he took it out. "T-to make me l-learn" "That's right" he said, bending down to you "don't you think you should thank me?"  You swallowed nervously "t-thank you" you bit your lip "thank you Tyler" you whispered almost inaudibly. "What's this?" he asked angrily, grabbing your face "I want you to properly thank me" Your eyes widened, part of you thought he was gonna be more clement this time, but turns out you were wrong. "Quickly before I make you" he said, calmly threatening you. "O-ok"  Your trembling hands went to unbutton your shirt and as you started his cold voice interrupted you "faster" he ordered impatiently, and so you did, unbuttoning everything before you took the garment off. His eyes fell to your breasts, covered only by a black lacey bra. "take it off" he growled You did, freezing a moment to let him take in all of you. Then you got up, stumbling a bit, but succeeding nonetheless, and you looked at him in the eyes, like you knew he wanted, and also to spot any signs of a mistake, as you unzipped your skirt, and pulled it down, stepping out of it. once his expression didn't change, anger mixed with hunger always predominant in his eyes, you kept going, pulling your panties down too. you stopped now. "what are you waiting for?"  you looked behind you at the bed and then back at him. There was no getting out of it. you were gonna do it for him your heart started racing as you sat down on the bed, glancing at him one last time before laying down. You slowly bent your knees and then spread your legs. He appeared next to you and you watched as he got on the bed, slowly getting on top of you. He gripped your face, your cheeks squeezed between his hand as he scrutinized you, every single inch of your face "You're gonna be good?" he said "Mh?"  "Y-yes"  "good" he let you go, his hand going to his cock to position it at your entrance, while his other one slid up your chest all the way to your neck. He gripped it, and you whimpered. Turtleneck it was. "shh" he shushed you, as he entered you slowly, a pace you knew was gonna be forgotten in about a second. "Shut up" his grip got tighter "You've gotta learn" He looked at you, a faint smirk ghosting over his face. "don't you?" He didn't give you time to agree with him as he thrust out and in you again strongly, your whole body bouncing back against the headboard. Fuck that hurt. You gasped and he didn't even acknowledge you as he did it again, and then again, and again. "so fucking stupid" his dick was pounding into you relentlessly, not an ounce of mercy in his thrusts "need to be told everything" his grip was getting tighter again "need to be taught everything" it was getting hard to breathe "need to have my dick in your mouth" he bent down closer to you, his words firing at your face "in your pussy" you were trying to gasp for air as your vision went blurry "to learn when to shut up" "T-Tyl-" you tried speaking "You said you'd be good y/n"  "I can't- I can't breath-" "I know" he said coldly, and your heart dropped. maybe this was really gonna be it. "pl-please" you begged, a tear streaming down your face. "fuck you're pathetic" he kept his hand where it was, his thrusts getting harder "such a cry baby" he kept going, your head hitting the wooden headboard again " I liked you better when you couldn't talk"  Black dots soiled your sight. "Tyle-" you tried again, but one of his hands came down your cheek, slapping you, your head swang to the side. Your mouth widened, but no sounds came out. "shut the fuck up" he grunted "I'm almost done" There was blood on your lips. He was still going, his grip on your neck always the same, just like his pace, and you were bleeding, trying to get some air in your lungs. This was Tyler, And this was you. "fuck you feel good" he groaned, his grip unintentionally loosening as his thrust got sloppier "Such a slut" His cock twitched inside you "such a fucking slut" he came, groaning loudly. You looked at him, your eyes empty, tired, looking for something, even an ounce of emotion, any at all to go on off, and he looked away, pulling out of you.

[screams-at-dark]

You can ask to smell me if you want

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hihi~! can you write a fic w/ dom!larissa x sub!reader where r's a teacher at nevermore and is dating larissa. r is feeling a little bratty one day and she gets dressed in a revealing outfit thats definitely not appropriate for school and teases larissa by bending down infront of her, which ends up w/ r getting fucked hard by larissa to the point shes a panting, moaning, whimpering mess? (can you also include pet kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, and possibly a breeding kink?) ty in advance ! -v

Hi v!! Thank you for your request! Sure, I really enjoyed writing this 💞 Enjoy!! And I hope you have a lovely day/night ♥️♥️

Bait Me ~Dom!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Sub!Bratty!Teacher!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, g!p fucking, desk fucking, mommy kink, pet play kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

Normally, you were a good pet. Larissa’s good girl. Your mommy’s good pet…

But not today weren’t.

Today, you had picked out quite the scandalous dress to wear, as you taught your classes and made your way around Nevermore. A bratty glimmer shone in your eye as you smirked. You practically waltzed through the halls with far too much skin on display.

Eventually when your break comes around, right before the lunch period, you set your eyes on your true target… Larissa.

You waltzed to her office and entered without knocking. The blonde principal was on a call, so you leaned forward on her desk, wiggling your fingers at her and showing her your exposed tits. You smirked as the woman’s eyes widened and she chocked on the phone.

You then got back up, “accidentally” knocking down a pen on her desk along with you. You took the opportunity to bend all the way over, putting on a show for the woman. The tall principal then finally put the phone down.

“What… Are. You. Wearing…?” Larissa seethed.

You bent back up, turning to face your girlfriend with a smirk.

“Oh this…?” You giggles mischievously.

“God I could practically rip that thing off of you…!” The blonde jeered.

Your eyes widened and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Yes please mommy” you hummed with a smirk, your heart beginning to race.

Larissa’s eyes shone with dark lust and the gall of you challenging her. She pulled her chair back from her desk.

“Front and center, pet.” She commanded.

“Yes mommy”

You immediately scurried around the desk and in front of the woman. Her hands then began to tear the thin material of the dress right off you. You gasped and gawked as Larissa literally was doing as she said she would.

“I… wait mommy— the door…!” You pleaded for her to lock her office door.

“Oh no, pet…” Larissa darkly chuckled, ripping the rest of your dress away, “auf someone comes in, they will have to see just how much of a slut, my pet truly is…”

The thought made your stomache twist, and it wants jolts of electricity to your core. You gulped and nodded.

“No knickers or bra…? Tsk tsk tsk…” Larissa tutted, “Such a filthy pet…”

You blushed furiously.

“All for you mommy…” you whimpered.

The woman then swiftly spun you around, pushing you to bend over on the desk. You yelped but instinctually spread your legs for the blonde. You then heard shuffling, what you assumed to be Larissa undoing her own dress.

You suddenly felt the woman’s hands holding you steady. And you jolted forward as you felt her shapeshifter member against your folds. You teasingly wiggled your ass in her face.

Larissa growled in response and plunged her dick into your aching cunt in one thrust. You both groaned out in pleasurable pain.

“Fuck Mommy—!!” You yelped.

“Shhhh pet, don’t want everyone to know who you belong to now do we…?” She wickedly cooed, before starting to set an absolutely brutal pace of fucking you.

You were seeing stars within minutes. Larissa had you cumming for the first time quickly, the second orgasm coming like a tidal wave quickly after the first.

You were gasping for breath, doing your best not to cry out, as she ducked you so hard that the desk shook.

“That’s it pet…” Larissa lustfully groaned, “Taking mommy’s cock like such a good girl…”

You reached your third high before Larissa had any thoughts of cumming herself.

“Mommy GOD please no more—-!!!” You pleaded.

“Tsk tsk tsk, pet…” Larissa hushed you, “Need to breed that pretty belly of yours first… Stuff you full of my babies” she growled.

Your eyes rolled back as another crash of euphoria hit you like a brick wall.

“FUCK yessss Breed me Mommmmmyyyy!!!” You cried out.

Larissa couldn’t deny such a delicious request, immediately painting your walls with her cum. But she didn’t stop there. No, she kept pushing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Until you were rendered incoherent. That’s when Larissa finally stopped and pulled out of you. She cleaned herself up, and the helped you. You were panting heavily and letting out little mumbled moans which were completely incoherent.

“What’s that, pet…?” Larissa taunted.

You responded with more incoherence. The woman chuckled.

“That’s right. Just a dumb pet for Mommy…” she hummed, obviously very satisfied with herself.

~~~

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[theotherbuckley]

Either of your pwp fics PLEASE

Pwp 2 (I'm gonna tell you the truth theres actually 3 different fic ideas written on this doc. But here's a snippet from one of them!)

Buck always tried his best to listen. No matter what any of his grade school teachers would say about his attention span, the truth is he tried.

He tried really hard, but sometimes he just couldn’t.

So when Eddie asked him to stay where he was, that he would be just two minutes because he’d forgotten to get something at the last store, Buck had tried really, really hard to do as he was told.

It’s not his fault that he was left outside a toy store where the remote-controlled car Christopher had been begging to have for his birthday was on sale.

And okay, it was a little his fault when he moved to the store a few doors down selling lingerie that he desperately wanted to buy for him. He wanted to be pretty for Eddie, okay?

And yes, it was one hundred percent his fault when he left both stores with a shopping bag in each arm and proceeded to have no idea where exactly he now was.

It’s not like Eddie was his minder or anything, he can do things himself, it’s just that Eddie totally is, and now Buck is sitting at the customer service desk patiently waiting as Eddie’s name is announced over the loudspeaker.

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[actualalligator]

Hey friends, it's been a while! But I finally added words to my Dom!Eddie fic, "If I Lead, Will You Follow?" and I wanted to share. 🩵 Eddie is still denying himself the one thing he truly wants, Buck.

When Eddie got home, the house was quiet. He walked to the kitchen and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Buck reading at the table. He gently knocked on the doorframe, not wanting to startle him. 

Buck looked up, a smile stretching across his face. “Hey! Welcome home. How was work?” 

Eddie sighed and pulled out a chair to all but collapse into. “Long.” 

Buck put his book down and stood. He carefully pulled a plate from the oven and set it down in front of Eddie. Chunks of beef with carrots, potatoes, all covered in a thick gravy. It smelled amazing. 

“You cooked a pot roast,” Eddie said as Buck offered him a fork. 

Buck sat down across from him again. “It sounded good. What did you think I was doing with a chuck roast?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Plus I got to hang out in your house by myself for a few hours. It's quiet. My house isn't quiet.” 

“No, your house is apparently party central,” Eddie replied. He took a bite of the meat and groaned softly. It was so flavorful and melted in his mouth. “There are leftovers?” 

Buck smiled. “And reheating instructions on the fridge.” 

Eddie looked at him for a second, then focused back on his dinner. Two months. That was how long it'd been since Buck had barreled into his life, but it felt like longer. It felt like he'd known Buck forever. And now he never wanted to live without him.

“You're a miracle,” he said, and watched as Buck's cheeks went pink and he ducked his head. He denied it, just as Eddie knew he would, but on this one thing, Eddie knew better. Buck was a miracle and one day Eddie was going to show him. 

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[midnightmoonkiss]

MINORS DNI 18+

Dom! Wednesday Addams X AFAB! Reader

Characters are aged up and live in their own home

Period sex in the shower, mentions of blood

Use of strap-on

Wednesday Addams would totally fuck you on your period.

She’s never been afraid of a bit of blood, afterall.

Though, she would prefer doing it in the shower. There was something so mesmerizing in the way red stained the water below and washed down the drain, the splash of color and the tightness of your sensitive cunt only ever spurred her on.

Now, Wednesday may be sadistic, but pain unwillingly brought to you by something other than her always made her frown. Even a paper cut, though she’d press a kiss to that. She couldn’t exactly kiss this wound so easily, not with her mouth anyway.

Wednesday never minded the pain that came with her own, she only had fairly mild cramps. Oh, how she would switch with you if given the opportunity.

She would fight mother-nature if she could for hurting you, but she supposed that was just her own love for you was making her a bit foolish.

She would fight mother-nature if she could for hurting you, but she supposed that was just her own love for you was making her a bit foolish.

And so she began doing what any girlfriend not afraid of a mess would do, easing your cramps with a plastic cock attached to her hips.

Of course, this was only after holding a heating pad to your stomach didnt work as well as it should.

You were so cute when she brought up the fact that masturbation and sex could relieve pain, a deep flush painting your cheeks and shoulders - she could feel the heat beneath your skin as her cold fingers brushed over it.

But who were you to oppose when she clearly was wanting to help you? Shoving your pride aside was easy enough when it came to her. Not to mention.. you were rather aroused. You blamed your unstable hormones on this.

And so here you are, warm water cascading down you back and relaxing your tensed muscles as your hands press up against the pristine walls of the white shower. Your body felt extra fragile, sensitive, whimpers falling from your mouth with every delicate touch of hers on your heated body.

You could feel the weight of her favorite black strap on resting against your ass, and excitement rose inside you - butterflies overtaking the stinging pain.

Her lips pressed a sweet kiss against your shoulderblade, nimble yet still cold fingers pass over your pebbled nipples as you gasp.

She smirks against you, taking just a moment to lightly pinch and roll the buds between her digits, adoring the way you whined her name.

Her hands then rested against your hips, keeping you steady as she slips the cock between your thighs, rubbing up against your sensitive folds.

She had already prepped you, fingers stuffed deep in your sweet cunt not three minutes ago.

It was hard not to feel embarrassed, especially with all the taboo surrounding periods and such, but you guessed she just loved you enough to not care. Or maybe she wouldn’t care regardless, she wasn’t exactly the kind of person to give a fuck about societal norms.

“Its just blood.” Is what she would say.

She had stepped out for a moment to attach the strap on and grab silicone lube before eagerly jumping right back in, sliding the glass door shut.

“How are you feeling?” She asked sincerely, watching in fascination as you grinded against the strap, blood already dripping off the tip.

“I,” you began, your words getting caught in your throat as she suddenly began to thrust the cock against your dripping pussy, her chest flushed to your back. Pleasure bit at your nerves as the bulbous head rubbed against your clit, “I should be asking y-you that.. you’re the one with- a-aAh! The, the strap-on in the shower..”

You hoped she wouldn’t get chaffed or anything just because your uterus stabbed itself and wouldn’t stop throbbing.

Truly, it warmed your heart that she was willing to do this, even being the one to suggest it. She is amazing. You’d devote your entire being to her, worship her should she asked.

She huffs, stilling her and your hips, much to your dismay, to get you to focus, “Answer.”

Giddy, you smile to yourself. “I’m feeling okay, cramps still there. I think the biggest thing we need to worry about is not falling and breaking our limbs.”

Brushing some of your wet hair behind your ear, she whispered against it,

“Only a fool would allow you to fall.”

Your heart fluttered.

With that, she pulls her hips back to expose the dildo once more, reaching to the shower’s shelf to grab the lube and apply a generous amount before guiding it back between your spread legs, head now pressed against your clenching entrance.

“Safe word?” Wednesday absentmindedly asked, just to make sure.

“Pink..”

She hums, “Good.”

Slowly, she inches it inside of you, watching you like a hawk to see any sprinkle of discomfort, but you.. you were a bit lost. The sudden stretch, the coolness of the cock, lewdness of this act.. the knowledge that it’s your beloved Wednesday doing this.. your head felt foggy as a moan left your parted lips, your eyes fluttering shut as you braced yourself and focused on the feeling.

The warm water only added to the experience as she bottomed out inside you.

The goth girl quietly stood behind you, her hands on your hips once again as her black wet hair framed her face and got glued to her shoulders and back.

With a pathetic mewl, you ground yourself against her cock, adjusting quicker than usual due to how turned on you were.

“Please,” You nearly sobbed, your emotions getting the best of you, already feeling overwhelmed, “Please Wednesday, please move..”

How could she deny you?

She’d treat you like the royalty you are to her, fucking into you nice and slow just to drive you a bit mad, to hear you plea, but maybe a bite or two wouldnt hurt.

What’s shower sex without a little choking?

Oh, she was going to have fun with you.

[sugarrazz]

Can your write reader being jealous of someone getting to close to Wednesday so threw out the day reader has an attitude towards Wednesday until eventually Wednesday has enough of it and puts the reader in her place? You can decide if you want to make it sfw or nsfw

Hi anon! I wrote this one just for you. I really got into this while writing it and I hope you enjoy it. ;)

I Wasn’t Ignoring You / Wednesday x gn!reader

Notes: female anatomy, dom!wednesday, wednesday x reader, wednesday pleasuring reader, nsfw, smut, cum eating, new student grabs wednesday’s attention, reader with attitude, kinda bratty, talk of corpses, jealous feelings, fingering, oral sex, pussy licking, cumming, pls let me cum, fic, oneshot, i was listening to madison beer while writing this

Today has been shitty. You missed your alarm and the only thing that woke you up was Enid bouncing up and down on your mattress, chanting that you’re gonna be late to class. You didn’t even get to brush your teeth and your hair looked like a bird’s nest.

Fast forward to now, your arm was hooked around Wednesday’s and you were enjoying what little warmth she had. “Your lack of hygiene doesn’t phase me.” She kept telling you every time you apologized for looking like a mess. She even helped you fix up your uniform. You felt so lucky to have her in your life. Your head rested on her shoulder as she proudly escorted you down the halls of Nevermore. As you passed a couple of students, one of them bumped into your shoulder, making you detach from your beloved and a small gasp escaped your lips. 

“Oh, sorry about that! I don’t think we’ve met before. What’s your name?”

You remembered that there was a new batch of students and you just managed to bump into one of them. Wednesday peeked around you, concerned by your gasp, and met the new kid’s gaze through her bangs. 

“My nam-” “It’s Wednesday.”

 You couldn’t believe this. He bumped into YOU but completely ignores you and ogles your girlfriend. You didn’t want to stay and chat so you attempted to pull Wednesday along with you, but she blew you off.

“That pin on your uniform. It’s to my liking. Give it to me.”

“Oh, my corpse pin? No way, it’s my favorite one. I can give you another one though.”

Flabbergasted, you spun on your heels and ran off to class. The image of the love of your life and some random guy getting along is imprinted on your brain. Wednesday doesn’t just get along with anyone. So why?

When you make it to class you throw your books on the desk, garnering a couple of students’ attention toward you and your disheveled appearance. You couldn’t focus at all on what the teacher was saying the whole class, your rage getting the best of you. The way he looked at her was anything but friendly. You couldn’t be overthinking this. Fine, she can do whatever she wants. You’ll just treat her the way she treated you. Brushing you off like a leaf on a windy day. The bell rang and you packed away your books, getting ready to go meet Wednesday and head to the cafeteria. 

“-so they found his dead body by the lake, and there were dog bites all over him. They blamed the werewolf kids for it.” You stared into his eyes, silently wishing death upon him. You hated it but he had the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. It was no wonder he was so popular right now. All the girls at the table behind you were staring at him hungrily.

“A most grotesque scene, one that I would have loved the honor to have seen.” Wednesday seemed to be enjoying their strange conversation over dead bodies, both of them seeming to share a love of corpses. The thought of them having common interests was pissing you off even more. Wednesday reached out to rub your hand under the table but you jerked it away, your brow twitching. She glanced at you curiously since you never reject her advances. But you gave her an annoyed look, brushing off the chills you suddenly received. “How much longer are we going to talk about dead people? I’m trying to eat.” You swallow your food messily and some of it gets on the new boy, whose name you didn’t bother to learn. Nor did you care. You were glad his uniform got dirty. Maybe he’ll go away. But no, he takes a napkin and wipes it off, not even giving it another glance as he jumps back into the conversation. You felt like a third wheel for the rest of lunch.

“Let’s go to Jericho”, Wednesday told you and you happily agreed to a chance to get away from this womanizer. “Jericho? Cool, I’m headed there too! We’ll have the best day out. C’mon!” If your headache could get any worse then it would as you feel like a vein is going to pop out of your head. You couldn’t get a single moment alone with Wednesday. What’s the point of going if her attention isn’t gonna be on you? “Yay”, you sarcastically cheered as the bus pulled up. Your attitude did not go unnoticed by a certain goth girl. She let it go, for now.

You brush away your feelings long enough until you arrive at Jericho. Wednesday stops you after you’ve exited the bus and you’re on the sidewalk. “Y/N”, Wednesday said sternly, an underlying tone masking her voice. Dread fell upon you as you looked up at her, black eyes boring into your own. 

“This outing would be more than adequate if you were to behave yourself.”

 “Behave yourself”, you mocked her, flipping your hair in her face and continuing to walk. Boy, would you regret that later.

 “You seem to be having a lot of fun with this guy, so I should just leave you to it.” You both stood there having a staring contest until she decides to break the deafening silence. 

“Y/N, he is a charlatan trying to show off to a master. He is nothing to me.” Her stern gaze leaves a silent warning to stop acting up. You did not heed.

“I’m sick of your attitude. Let’s go fix that right now.”

“Huh!?”

Wednesday drags you back to Nevermore and up the stairs to your dorm. Her grip on your skin is tight and sure to leave a mark. She looks around for your roommate, making sure the coast is clear before she pushes a chair up against the doorknob. That’ll give her enough time to hide if anyone stops by.

“You’ve been quite defiant today. I should educate you on some proper manners.”

In one swift movement, she throws you on the bed, and undoes her tie, her predatory eyes making your pussy throb. You look away, which doesn’t please Wednesday a single bit. She hovers above you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“While I adore your submissiveness, I require your utmost attention for what I’m about to do to you.”

She then tilts your chin up, her plump lips floating right above the skin on your neck, hot breaths that further teased you. She left hickeys up and down your neck, marking you as hers for everyone else to know. Your breath hitches as you try to stifle a moan. Wednesday notices and briskly grabs a hold of your neck. 

“Don’t hold back.”

And just like that, you melted at her orders. Little mewls started to come out of you as Wednesday started rubbing your folds through your panties, and your juices started to ooze out of you. Her fingers were rhythmic as they made a moaning mess out of you. You squealed as she entered her fingers inside you, working with feverish haste and giving no time for you to accommodate her. 

While her fingers on one hand were busy, her other hand rubbed circles around your lips, before she dove in for a kiss. She was surprisingly gentle, and her tongue brushed against your lips, begging for entry. You decided to test your luck and denied it. She let out a muffled groan and her thumb purposely brushed over your clit. You jolted, but Wednesday caged you under her, sealing your fate. At that moment, unbeknownst to you, you opened your mouth just enough for her to finally get inside and your tongues danced around in each other’s mouths. An oral ballad that she always won. Your french kiss didn’t last for long as she pulled away and took a mental screenshot of you, tousled under her.

“You’re most alluring in this view.”

She said in a monotone voice, but her eyes glinted with a deep passion for you. It made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks but Wednesday snapped you out of it as her head went under your skirt, closer to the heat between your legs. She raised back out with your panties hanging in between her teeth, a morbid grin on her face as she dropped them on the floor. She dove back in and you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come next. Her warm tongue started lapping up the excess juices that were coming out of your pussy and you instinctively opened up your legs for her, your breathing picking up. You grabbed the sheets as your hands shook. She sucked your clit at a devastatingly slow pace, making you quiver at her mercy. You felt so hot and bothered and as the knot in your stomach built up, you unconsciously bucked your hips, which encouraged Wednesday to keep going. Her fingers kept busy inside you as her wet tongue devoured you. 

“W-wednesday, I’m-”

“Just a little longer.”

You plead with her to let you cum. You wouldn’t be able to obey her for long but she wasn’t having it. Your juices started trailing down Wednesday’s fingers as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an unrelentless pace, her breath picking up. You were twitching, trying to get away from her, but failing, as you were reaching your climax. You let out a loud moan as you came, as Wednesday pulled her fingers out of you and consumed every last drop of cum you had to give. 

You felt satisfied but dizzy as you dropped your head down. Wednesday ran off to clean her hands and face in the bathroom, leaving you to recollect your thoughts. When she came out, she just laid next to you on the bed. Didn’t say anything, it was a tranquil peace as she held your hand and you both stared at the ceiling.

“You still came without my permission. I’ll get you back later.”

[wayhaughtwives]

WAY-HAUGHT INDEED! ❤️‍🔥

[keo6323]

after having abducted the drummer, they leave earth forever!

[daydream-cement]

Please could you do a part 2 for sub!Larisa? Maybe they get caught or close to being caught aswell?

Glutton for Punishment pt. 2

Larissa Weems x dom!reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: This story is a combo of ideas from the past day or so. Another anon asked for a spank fic. There is a edit made by @miaivy of Gwen that is next level hot (so go take a gander). Then there was the photo inspo (found below) from @sapphicsbeloved combined with this ask. I just had to do it guys.

You had been sitting at your desk, grading last weeks assignments when your phone buzzed. It was the final class of the day and you had given your class the afternoon to finish up projects or work on homework for other classes. You had been drinking water when you saw the message from Larissa.

You immediately start choking, starting a coughing fit that causes all of the students to perk up their heads. You wave a hand and turn away from them, trying to still yourself.

She sent the following photo with no context whatsoever. Be still my aching vagina, you thought to yourself.

You immediately shoot back a text. Only imagining what tonight was going to be like when you got home.

Y/n: What if I had been driving right then? I could have died.

Larissa: I guess you would have died happy.

Y/n: Touche

Larissa: When are you done today? If you don't get home soon, I might just have to take care of this ache between my legs by myself.

Y/n: Be home in 20. Don't touch yourself until I get there.

You were watching the clock like a hawk for the rest of class, stopping to glance once again at the picture she had taken of herself. Rarely did she use her abilities to change things like her hair color, which you didn't mind, but she looked incredible in the photo.

That next 15 minutes of class took hours. Quickly you scooted your students out the door, leaving and locking the classroom after them. You had 5 minutes to get back to Larissa's.

Once you were in the front door, you let your coat and bag fall to the floor, kicking off your shoes and immediately headed towards the bedroom where you were sure Larissa was waiting for you. You were unbuttoning your shirt, shedding it from your shoulders when you stopped in the doorway of your shared room. Larissa was in the bed, already touching herself. She knew what was coming now that she had disobeyed your orders.

She looked you directly in the eyes as she slipped her fingers in and out of herself. Larissa was propped up on pillows, her lingerie set still on. You thought your head would explode at the sight of her sprawled out on that bed touching herself.

"You know you're in trouble right?" You growled. Larissa maintained her pace, you could tell she was getting close. Her second hand moved down between her legs, beginning to play with her own clit. She tossed her head back with a moan.

You enjoyed listening to her moans and groans while you gathered the chafe free rope that would be your assistant for the night. You heard Larissa's orgasm first. Spinning around, you finally made your way over to the bedside, Larissa had her fingers in her mouth while making searing eye contact with you.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" You stood at the bedside, fully clothed apart from your partially unbuttoned shirt.

She nodded slowly, pulling her fingers from her mouth. Then she offered a recommendation that made you lick your lips, "I think I need to be spanked."

"I think you're right." You smirk as you watch Larissa get onto all four and crawl to the edge of the bed, offering you her fingers first. You took them in your mouth, tasting whatever remained on them.

She knew the routine. You moved away from her, sitting on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room, and she laid herself across your lap, awaiting your hand. You gently give her ass a squeeze, "I told you not to touch yourself..."

"But I did..." Larissa finished your sentence, earning herself the first of many spanks that evening.

"I'm starting to think you like making me mad, hmm?" You hum, gently stroking her ass cheek before giving her three solid spanks.

She hummed in delight at each time your hand made contact with her ass, "Mhmm."

"Like I said, you are a glutton for punishment." You growl, proceeding to spank her until both of her ass cheeks were bright red and you could feel her wetness through the knee of your pant leg.

"I think it's time..." You lean in to whisper into Larissa's black hair.

You feel her nod and swallow deeply. She was aching with anticipation. You took her back to the bed, gently tying her to the bedposts. The ropes attached to her arms were longer so her ass could sit right on the edge of the bed. She gave a breathy moan each time you finished tying a knot.

Once she was restricted in front of you, you stroked her stockinged shin, pressing a kiss to her knee, "Pick a number between 5-10."

"8."

"8 orgasms it is." You smile as she exhaled deeply, shutting her eyes in frustration. While she knew she could handle that many, she was going to be a mess afterwards.

You move from Larissa, pulling over a chair, and seat yourself in front of the woman, Now this is fine dining.

Moving slowly, you kiss her thighs and stomach, putting your lips everywhere she didn't want them. After a huff of frustration from Larissa, you make your way down to her black lace clad pussy. You trace a finger up and down which makes her squirm, pulling against the restraints. Finally, you pull them to the side.

"Shhh..." You hush her as you slowly lower your lips, parting them with your tongue and you begin eating Larissa. You wanted to go slow, but as soon as you had your first taste you couldn't help yourself from offering her the speed and intensity that brought on her first and second orgasms quite easily.

Suddenly, you heard a noise from outside the bedroom door, making you pull away from Larissa's dripping cunt. You make your way to the door, gently cracking it open, coming face to face with one of your coworkers.

"I was wondering where you were. I told Vlad you were probably just getting ready."

Your look of bewilderment made the teacher continue forth with her explanations.

"You do remember the dinner party, right? Vlad and I are here for wine night?"

You had totally forgotten. In the heat of the moment, the plans must have completely slipped your mind. The visiting professor finally took in your disheveled state, partially looking over you to see the arms tied to the bed.

Quickly they look away, their lips sucked between their teeth. Their face went completely red, as was yours, "You know I think Vlad and I should be going. We can just reschedule this for a different time."

"Perhaps." You nod, wanting them to leave so badly.

"We will show ourselves out." You shut the door and lock it before they even have the chance to truly walk away. You really didn't care at this point. You had a job to finish.

----

Larissa was on her sixth orgasm when her eyes began to water. She was wondering if she could actually make it two more. Her cries of ecstasy had been nonstop. You hadn't looked at a clock. You had no clue how long you had been at this.

The more she came, the more sensitive she was. Using your fingers now, you gently circled her clit, not wanting to apply to much pressure. The longer you went, the more she pulled and trashed against the restraints.

You gently pushed against her bud and then begin circling it again, pressing on it once again. Larissa was now screaming with an orgasm. Afterwards she kept repeating, "Please, please, please..."

"One more time baby..." You whisper, lifting your head. Gently you began untying the restraints around her legs, allowing the ropes to fall to the floor. Before she could move her hips away, you take ahold of her once more. You pressed forward. Lowering your lips to her pussy, you begin the slow journey of making her cum for the last time. You lick the length of her, taking your time to taste the cum leaking from her.

You were fully entranced in the process. Your mouth was slick with her juices. Your arms wrapped around her legs, fingers digging into her skin. She was mewing, her whines high pitches. Her hips involuntarily bucked against you, spurring you onwards.

You were trying to be as gentle as possible, circling her clit for the last time, avoiding any heavy pressure that would most likely send little shockwaves of pain through Larissa.

A loud gasp came from Larissa as her final of the orgasm of the night rocked through her, her legs moving to squeeze the sides of your head. As she finally releases you, you press kisses to her legs, allowing her to come off her high.

"Did you learn your lesson?" You ask, standing from your chair.

"Did I?" She asks in response. A breathy laugh escaping her lips as she gazed back at you, eyes heavy with lust. She certainly does not tire easily.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Pomegranate Lips Ch 5: Nights Spent Together ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Fallen Angel!Reader

Chapter 5 is finally here!! Thanks for all your patience ♥️♥️♥️ Larissa and Reader finally get together. But what does it mean for their future relationship…?

Link to Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, & Ch 4

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, scissoring, fingering, eating out, overstimulation, Ma’am kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You led the blonde into your private quarters, connected to your office, and closed the door, locking it behind you. Larissa turned around to face you, and you playfully pushed her back on the bed and crawled up on top of her.

“Do you know how long I have been waiting to have you stripped naked and in my bed…?” You breathlessly purred.

“Shut up and kiss me…” The blonde breathily whimpered, crashing her lips into yours.

You eagerly reciprocated the kiss, making it clear that you were in charge, and allowing your hands to explore the goddess frame below you. But before you could explore her wet cavern, you pulled away slightly, eliciting a whine from the blonde goddess.

“That’s your one and only give, but if you talk to me that way again…” you warily purred, moving your lips to her neck.

Larissa’s breath hitched and she nodded swiftly.

“Yes Ma’am...” She panted.

“You just wanna be my good girl, don’t you…?” You teasingly purred.

“Yes… yes please…” the blonde pleaded, nodding vigorously.

You went to attach your hot mouth to one of her perky buds, but a delicate yet determined hand stopped you. You looked up in confusion.

“Let me see you…? Please…?” Larissa breathlessly pled.

“Are you sure…?”

“Yes, please Darling, I’m sure.”

You gulped and nodded hesitantly, slowly removing your glasses and placing them on your nightstand table, revealing your red shimmering eyes. You looked at the blonde in fear and anticipation. But all you were met with was more lust…

Larissa’s lips crashed into yours once again.

“Oh Darling… You’re beautiful…” she breathlessly purred.

You blushed lightly, moaning into her lips.

~~~

Your legs were intertwined Larissa’s as you had her trapped up against the headboard. Your hips were thrusting in tandem with the blonde’s, your cores rutting against each other. You were holding Larissa’s hands above her head, driving the blonde wild. Her whimpers and moans only added to your slick cunt and your own leud cries.

“You gonna cum for me, sweet girl…?” You lustfully purred.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“God…Cum for me…!” You groaned, your own high approaching quickly after hers.

~~~

Larissa cried out in overwhelming pleasure into your cunt, as you dipped a finger into her dripping pussy. You rolled your hips in response over the blondes face as you sat on her face while her tongue ate you out.

“That’s it, such a Good girl…” you moaned, sliding a second finger into her heated core, causing the blonde to only moan into your pussy even more, all her cries being muffled and going straight to your core.

~~~

Larissa had tears running down her face as her hand pushed your face even further into her cunt. Her head hit the headboard as she cried out in pleasure on your hot mouth attaching to her clit.

“Don’t stop right there GOD yes don’t stop…!!” Larissa moaned, as your fingers curled inside of her and your hot mouth sucked on her bundle of nerves.

~~~

After what was barely two hours of sleep, Larissa awoke in the morning.

God, the night you two had had…

But the blonde was quick notice, and she sat up quickly at the fact:

You were gone.

~~~

Chapter 6 is here… 😏

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[midnightmoonkiss]

Stab My Heart

Wednesday Addams X AFAB! Vampire! Reader // minors dni! 18+!

WARNINGS!: dom! aged up Wednesday, intense knife kink, intense blood kink, strap-on, sadist x masochist?, lots of blood and kinda gorey, mentions of stabbing and slicing for pleasure

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: This is a crazy smut fic so viewer discretion is HEAVILY advised. I got a fucked up idea when I was feeling down so I wrote my feelings LOL. Also I’m not responsible for any discomfort reading this may cause - y’all have been warned so tread carefully mhm. This isn’t for the faint of heart, but it’s not like your guts are exposed yknow

Just To Clarify:

Reader is half vampire, a ‘hybrid’

Reader doesn’t feel pain like a normal person

Based on the song “I’m in love with a killer”

Characters are around ages 21+ and in college

Fake vampire lore lol

💀heh

Dating Wednesday Addams was like dating a ticking time bomb, any second she could go off without so much as a warning.

However, the adrenaline you feel, the excitement, you were far too addicted to settle for anything less.

Her soft yet strong hands, covered in your own sticky blood.. nothing aroused you more. Maybe you were as twisted as her.

Essentially, you were perfect for eachother in every single way. A sadist who enjoys torture and knives, and a masochist who quite literally feels more pleasure than pain when getting stabbed.

You sure hoped no one ever attempted to mug you with a knife, they’d end up more scarred than you.

. .

In vampire society, hybrids weren’t too uncommon. They could lean more towards the human side, or more towards the vampire side. Only few were blessed with eternal life, human genes far too weak to overcome the venomous vampiric DNA. A key way for a full fledged vampire parent to tell just where their child lies on the line is brutally known as the stabbing test.

Yes, stabbing.

Its piercing through the skin that sets a vampire apart from a human.

Full fledged vampires could be stabbed and feel almost nothing at all, fully healing soon after. Its the lack of blood that was the telltale sign, the only small amount left inside their bodies being a black color.

This was the reason why full fledged ones felt cold to the touch.

A hybrid leaning more towards the human side would feel a somewhat regular amount of pain, but it’s dull in comparison. Fresh blood would spew from the wound, creating a large mess. Hybrids like this were rare.

You were on the line closer to vampires. You’d feel the piercing sting, the rush of warmth gushing from your wound, but barely flinching. It just didn’t bother you.

This barbaric test was admistered by your mother senior year at Nevermore during parents weekend - right across from Wednesday Addams, a girl you didn’t even know but sat near on this day only because your mother and her mother were friends from their academy days.

She stabbed you right in the neck, already fully confident that you would be completely fine. She just had to test this theory. She didn’t mean to catch you off guard, she fully expected you to dodge or something.

But you didn’t.

Your blood spurted onto your mother, who wore a knowing yet disappointed grin, still maintaining her conversation with Morticia. Unfortunately, you choked on the blood bubbling in your throat and coughed a significant amount onto the gothic girl.

Red mixed with black, a beautiful sight just like the one you saw at the Rave’N some time agox

You wouldve apologized immediately if your mother hadn’t temporarily rendered you inable to speak.

Surprisingly, though, it was Wednesday who reached across the table, pulling the knife from your neck before you had the chance, her eyes glued to the unusually dark blood spewing from the wound. Even if you were more vampire than human, you still bled quite a bit.

It was a gruesome and a horrific sight to most people, but you supposed the Addams family wasn’t like most people.

In fact, you were pretty sure Wednesday in particular liked the sight of blood.

Of course, the sudden significant amount of blood loss made you faint, but it wasn’t really that painful.

By the time you woke up, the wound was completely healed.. but you were in dire need of a new uniform. You looked like you were just murdered.

After that day, Wednesday was infatuated by you. Or perhaps you had just imagined it, because for the rest of senior year she was constantly trying to catch you off-guard and stab you.

A deadly dance. It was a bit annoying when you were carrying something like a cup of coffee or juice and you accidentally spill it to avoid the blade.

You learned from a text from your mother a month after you fainting that this was because she had asked Wednesday to keep you on your toes, not at all happy that you couldn’t react fast enough to stop her from stabbing you - claiming that you embarrassed her.

It was easy to conclude that vampire society was beyond fucked up from this text, but it was hard to complain. A pretty girl constantly stalking you, trying to catch you off guard to deliver a bloody blow was like a romantic gesture in your eyes.

You admit, you senses were shit, and she was helping you listen to them more by doing this. You supposed it was necessary, on the account of the real world, the world outside of Nevermore, absolutely hating vampires. No doubt in your mind, someone else would probably stab you too - and it would ruin your clothes. Regardless, a blow to the heart was still fatal, you had to be careful.

It was like cat and mouse, but the mouse wouldnt die from the cat piercing its tiny body with its razor sharp claws.

And you definitely knew the chase excited her as much as it did you - you did become friends from this after all.

And after Nevermore, you became lovers.

She was no longer as persistent in her persuit to catch you off guard and drive a dragger in your gut, especially after you finally learned how to dodge, far too busy with university.

Writing was still her passion, but so was gore and detective work. Yes, she was working towards becoming a forensic investigator, planning to use real life experiences to aid in her writing creativity - just like she did while at Nevermore.

There was no doubt in your mind, she would be the best.

She always was the best at most things she did, and bringing you pleasure was something she believed only she could do.

Yes, a sickeningly twisted match made in hell.

Luckily, you found a cheap house to live in after you graduated from the academy. Multiple people mysteriously died in it and now it was dirt cheap. Perfect for the creepy duo.

She wanted it to stay a creepy, an abandoned looking mess, but you eventually compromised and got a contractor to renovate the place with leftover funds. It quite literally looked like it could fall apart at any second.

Once done, it was still creepy but now it was beautiful, like a black dahlia.

Though it’s definitely haunted, the only one with permission to end your life was Wednesday herself.

Every time she tied you to your shared bed and lightly dragged a knife down your stomach she’d remind you. She could easily sink it into your heart at any moment, twisting it in your flesh.

You swore this.. kink.. only developed after getting involved with this girl. Not that you minded. You adored being the only one who could fulfill her twisted desires.

Wet squelches filled the air, your thighs trembling as they sat wrapped tightly around her small waist, her black strap on pounding into you with trained exact precision that made your insides feel like goo and set your mind on ablaze.

“Mine..” She’d rasp, leaning over you to gaze into your hazy (e/c) eyes, bloodied, custom carved knife sitting right against the base of your neck, “You’re mine.”

Wednesday was a pretty possessive person over what was hers.

She carved a W into the skin just below your collar bone, above your heart that skipped a beat. Wednesday watched in sick satisfaction as your back arched, your slick lips parting to moan like a slut with each slice as your own warm blood trickled down your body, staining the white sheets that was already covered in blood.

It looked like a crime scene. The bed groaned as you tugged at the restraints, white hot pleasure blinding you. The burn felt so good, pleasure blossoming like flowers in the spring.

Your abused pussy clenched down so hard on her strap-on that you momentarily made it hard for her to move deep inside of you, eliciting a slight chuckle from her.

“Sweet thing, my dear poisioned apple..” She drawled as you whimpered, staring with doe eyes up at her, knife digging into your skin as she dragged it up your throat to just under your chin. Blood painted your skin in a beautiful black cherry color as you shakily inhaled.

The silvery light of the moon poured in from the hastily shut black curtains, illuminating her breathtaking form. She looked like more of a corpse than you, beauty ethereal.

It was moments like these that you swore you were under some sort of spell, frozen in time.

“You amaze me.”

The bloodied knife was discarded beside you, having already served its purpose - evidence being the multiple healed stab wounds from earlier in the night.

Her cold hands smeared with crimson moved one of your legs up onto her shoulder so she could fuck you deeper into the creaking mattress, spiders crawling around in her stomach at the beautiful cries you let out. She then grabbed the red vibrator sitting on the bed, turning it on medium before holding it to your cute, twitching clit.

“A-aAh!”

The sudden buzzing sensation against your sensitive bundle of already abused nerves made you yelp, damn near pushing her away from you as your hips jerked, body subconsciously squirming to get away from the sudden intense pleasure.

“W-Wednesday!! Wednesday-! Aa-aahn!! S’to much!! It’s ugNN!”

The smirking ravenette eagerly drank up your besutiful cries, even going as far as to lick away the stray tears leaking from your eyes.

You couldn’t escape her intense love even if you tried. Not that you would want to.

There was a safe word, you’d use it if you needed to.

Roughly grasping your face with her other hand, she pulled you in for a searing hot kiss that was undeniably lewd, your fangs accidentally cutting her lip as she kissed you deeply.

Her lips felt like molten hot lava against your own.

Your brain was absolutely fried, the delicious taste of her own blood seeping into your mouth sending you over the edge as her tongue fought a one sided battle with your own.

You could barely think, she once again fucked you dumb.

Pleasure so intense you felt as though your nerves were on fire shot down your spine as she drank your moans and pathetic whines with lips painted in her own blood. The familiar, embarrassing feeling filled your system as your squirted all over your lovers lower body, creaming on the strap-on that was fucking you through your intense orgasm.

Your nails dug into your palms, feeling so helpless from the mind-shattering pleasure overtaking you.

The juices from your cunt left a large puddle below your ass, mixing with the arousal that dripped down her own creamy thighs.

Her hips continuing to snap into yours did nothing to ground you, neither did her tender touch on your cheek. Your whole body was shaking as fresh tears poured from your eyes from how overwhelming and overstimulating the pleasure she graciously gifted you with was.

“There, there, (Y/N),” She cooed, voice sweet like sugar, “It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her voice, usually monotonous but now sprinkled with adoration, faded away as black dots overtook your vision - you passed out from exhaustion.

That was the fifth intense orgasm of the night, after all.

Wednesday had a lot of pent of frustration that night from work and school, and you were all too willing to indulge her.

Stilling her hips, she kissed sweetly at your neck that was absolutely covered in her love bites before licking a long stripe up your throat, tasting your own metallic blood on her tongue. She quite enjoyed the taste that was uniquely yours.

Pulling away, she observed your bloodied form with unblinking eyes whilst sitting back on her haunches, huffing out a breath from the workout.

You were just what she needed.

All your wounds were already healed, the blood from older ones from earlier in the night having already crusted while the newer blood remained wet.

Sighing, Wednesday pulled out of your sweet pussy, watching for a moment as you clenched around nothing.

Intense after care was always a must after love-making sessions like these, and she prided herself in being an expert at it. A warm wash cloth was already on your chest as she began gently wiping away the blood, occasionally kissing at the freshly cleaned skin.

Any ghosts in this house were definitely traumatized, and no doubt afraid of her at this point. Wednesday’s lips twitched with a slight smile at the thought.

She had already turned the bath faucet on, your favorite essential oils already in the tub, as well as a few lit candles around the room to add to the ambience. She loves you, and she knew little things like this showed it.

You’d wake up soon, and she’d be damned if you werent relaxing in that tub when you did. She knew your body would be sore, the warm water should have already relaxed your arching muscles by the time you awake.

While your sex life may be fucked up and twisted in a way normies couldn’t understand, hell - you were pretty sure only some vampires saw the appeal, it was fun and full of unwavering love, devotion, and loyalty. Even if it looked like medieval torture and you both had to constantly buy new sheets.

Yes, you were hers as she was yours - the W above your chest may have fully healed, leaving no trace of it’s existence, but Wednesday had already stabbed her dagger into your heart years ago.

please be kind im fragile lolol

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[decadentworld]

Remember to picture your favorite hunk with his eyes crossing and rolling back in his head today! ^u^ :3

[4jax4jax]

Down the Hatch

Dom Ajax Petropolus x Sub reader

Summary: Ajax prefers to take the reins when you go down on him.

Warnings: M x F, blowjob, deepthroating, gagging, hair pulling. 

Word Count: 1.3K

To say this was unexpected would be a complete lie, you knew exactly what you were doing when you wrapped your arms around Ajax’s neck and looked up at him with sultry eyes, just the way you knew he loved.

He smiled and kissed your lips gently, pulling back for only a moment to speak against your soft lips. "I'm glad you came."

You kissed him back, more passionate than how he had kissed you and his hands started to roam all over your body. You moaned softly into his mouth as you felt his large hands drag across your waist. 

You deepen the kiss, licking the inside of his mouth. His hand moved down to your ass and squeezed it firmly. A whimper couldn't help itself from sneaking from between your lips, the sound quickly swallowed by his own. He gripped the tops of your thighs and signaled for you to jump up so he could carry you.

He brought the two of you over to his bed and sat down so you were in his lap. You pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off."

He nodded happily at your statement and the two of you moved around until you were finally situated. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, and you were kneeled in front of him. You looked up at him with wide eyes of adoration as he made quick work of pulling down his pants and briefs.

Your eyes widened even further when he fully pushed off his clothes, his heavy and hard cock bobbing in front of you. The dim light in the room reflected off of the shiny runner of precum that dripped from his tip. He chuckled lightly at your reaction and reached a hand out to run through your hair. "Staring problem, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, not even caring if he was teasing you. You let him continue stroking your hair as you leaned forward and took him between your lips. 

He threw his head back in a groan at the feeling of your warm tight throat constricting around him. "You're so perfect..” 

He murmured out, lightly beginning to grip your hair at the root. You moaned around his cock and splayed your hands on his thighs to ground yourself. 

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, loving how much he was enjoying himself. You started to move your head up and down his dick, the ache in your jaw becoming unbearable, but it made it all the more enjoyable.

Ajax moaned softly as he felt my dick hit the back of your throat. Your tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft as you gagged slightly. 

He gripped your hair harder as he began to gently pull on it, taking the initiative to start moving your head, taking control from you. You whimpered and gagged around him at the feeling of your hair being pulled on. 

You moan around his dick, letting him use you however he wants. You love that he's using you like this, that he has complete control over you right now.

Becoming pliant under his gaze you let him control all of your movements. You felt his thighs flex whenever you'd try to deepthroat him, and a shudder would run up his body everytime you gagged.

You were desperate for his praise, just to be told you were doing a good job.

His grip on your hair becsme tighter as he started fucking your face roughly, thrusting his hips forward with each movement of your head. You gag around his cock as he pushed deeper into your throat, but you don't mind one bit. It felt amazing, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to you without worrying about disobeying him. You would never. 

"You're such a good girl, letting me do whatever I want to you, letting me use you.” 

He practically growled out, his aggression being fueled by the tears that spilt over your waterline and cascaded down your red cheeks.

You moaned around his dick as he pulled your hair harder, causing your head to bob faster along his length. He let go of your hair to get a better grip, and grabbed it even harder this time around, making you whimper simply at the feeling. He began to fuck your mouth with long, forceful strokes, making sure to coat his entire cock in your thick spit. 

You tried to pull back but he pushed your head forcefully back into his lap, forcing you to take him deeper.

"Don't even try it, you wanna be good for me? Then don't fucking move." You whined at his dominant tone and went back to letting him use you the way he wanted, if you protested any further you knew it would only do more harm than good.

He continued to force you down onto his cock, his pace quickening as your throat loosened with every rough stroke. His balls slap against your chin with each thrust, his pelvis hitting your nose with each impact. You attempted to gasp for air between each plunge, but still managed to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his member. 

When he finally lets you pull off you look absolutely ruined. A deep breath is the first thing you take, feeling as if all of the air in your system had been stolen. Your hair is messy, front strands sticking to your face. Your lips are swollen and covered in your spit and his arousal. You looked positively wrecked and beautiful.

He smiled and laughed softly as you came up for air, his eyes adoringly looking down at you as he saw how ruined you looked. He leaned back slightly and watched as you absentmindedly leaned forward to lick his slick shaft, as if you were in a trance. 

He stood up from the bed and gently grabbed you by your hair, but this time to move you back a bit. His other hand wrapped around his red and heavy member, beginning to stroke himself fast. 

“Open up, baby. Wanna finish like this.” He sounded breathless and irresistible, wanting this just as much as you did. 

You stuck your tongue out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

The rough skin of his hands paired with the angelic image of you on your knees begging for his release quickly brought him to an intense orgasm. 

“Fuck- I’m close, beautiful.” 

A few more fast strokes and he was bursting all over your face. His orgasm crashed through his body like a tsunami, and he threw his head back and his mouth dropped open in an ear shattering groan.

“So good for me, so fucking good for me.” Your skin ran hot from his praise as ropes of cum landed on your cheeks, chin, and tongue. It dripped down your skin and you graciously swallowed what he allowed you to have. 

“Thank you, sir.” Ajax chuckled breathlessly and looked down at you with a smile that could only be described as fucked out. He reached down and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. 

He placed his fingers underneath your chin and moved your face around, inspecting his work. You were met with a cocky smirk on his face when you looked back up at him. 

“Proud of yourself?” 

You spoke, an obvious teasing tone behind your voice. He swiped a drop from the side of your face and pushed the soaked thumb in your mouth, scoffing when you unquestioningly parted your lips and accepted the salty coated finger. 

“Even when you’re trying to be brat and give me attitude, you know exactly how to obey me.” 

He was right, and you knew it, there was no debating that.