#dom!Wednesday x reader

[sugarrazz]

Hii! Can I request how Wednesday would react to you ignoring her the whole day? Maybe even avoiding her just for the fun of it.

Hi anon! I wrote a sfw and nsfw version so you can pick what you would prefer to read. I am using female anatomy for this but you can imagine it as a gn!reader.

SFW

Wednesday would not be happy, to say the least.

She sent you a good morning text and it stayed on read.

She let that go. Maybe you just forgot to respond.

You walk to class together, it’s always a silent walk that she enjoys.

You don’t hold her hand this time, which isn’t very alarming by itself.

She lets this go too.

You’re paired up for a school assignment and Wednesday ends up putting in most of the work.

You’re not even trying and when Wednesday tries to get your input you just nod or mutter under your breath.

But then she notices something. There’s a slight rise at the ends of your lips.

You’re stifling a laugh.

So you’ve been doing this on purpose.

Wednesday does not take kindly to snubs.

She will play along for a bit.

When she ignores you, you drop your guard and ask her what’s wrong.

Checkmate.

“I became aware of your pathetic little act in our first class of the day. You cannot fool me.”

Wednesday will have you do her homework for the next couple days to make up for this behavior.

She will also demand a couple items from Uriah’s Heap.

NSFW

Every time she talks to you and you blatantly ignore her, the vein on her forehead gets bigger.

She has to do something about this.

She will randomly pull your hair to get your attention, but you won’t budge.

She will make you break.

When you go into the bathroom she shoves you into a stall and sits you down on the toilet.

She bestows upon you hickeys. 

Everywhere.

On your inner thigh specifically.

She also gets a little naughty and shows you what will happen if you keep acting up.

Her tongue does all of the work and leaves you a quivering mess, trying to stay quiet so you don’t get caught.

You grab her head to try to pull her off but she nips your clit in retaliation. 

There’s no getting her off of you.

She will make you cum over and over until you’re ready to pass out.

Your cum will be trickling down her chin and she won’t even care.

If you’re still doing this ridiculous conduct she will punish you at night when you’re in your dorm.

She will lock your roommate in Eugene’s beekeeping shed.

Then she will have her way with you and tame this behavior.

It’ll be a repeat of what happened in the bathroom but she will actually use her fingers on you.

She’ll hit your g-spot until you’re screaming.

While at the same time she’s sucking the life out of your clit.

You will definitely be sore the next day.

Nobody but the two of you will know why.

Wednesday will be in a particularly joyful mood too.

[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.

[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.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[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.

[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.

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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.

[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.

[cherryapplejuice]

her powerful hands

larissa weems x reader

warnings: smut, sadism, slapping, overstimulation

(i am reposting this in the hopes that it will be found by more people, as i posted it when i was brand new to tumblr and it got a little lost due to not being in the tags and things. i hope you enjoy. please let me know if anyone has any requests)

You didn’t notice the light pouring through the blinds until the familiar warmth of Larissa’s fingers against your skin caused you to stir. Her body was wrapped around you beneath the covers, her front against your back, and her hands had begun to gently brush strands of hair behind your ear to allow her even closer to your skin. She murmured sleepily as she pressed her lips to your neck with a smile that you could feel, goosebumps racing over your skin the moment you heard and felt her steady breath against you.

“Hi.” Larissa spoke breathily. Her movements were gentle and languid; that was until your back arched involuntarily with the increasing ache that grew in your core as you felt the older woman nibbling messily on the skin of your neck and letting out barely audible hums as she did so. The feeling of your ass starting to push back and apply pressure to her front must have made her snap because Larissa’s teeth suddenly clamped down on your now wet skin and she marvelled at the way your body jolted and your mouth hissed at the sudden, sharp sensation.

“Mmm, more.” Your eyes were still closed and the sound of your cotton pyjamas crinkling against the thin blanket filled the room as your hips began to stir.

“More?” Larissa questioned, feigning offence as if she were an uppity CEO who had just been asked for a promotion by a slacking employee.

Larissa sat up swiftly from the warmth of the bed and grabbed you by the shoulder, pushing you onto your back with one easy manoeuvre; her height and her ability to move you any which way she wanted you had always made you melt into a puddle. You looked up at her longingly and watched as she draped her legs over your small frame and straddled you, ensuring she kept you in place with a tight grip. She made note of the way she felt you trying your hardest to roll your hips against her to achieve the pressure you so desperately needed, but to no avail under her iron grip. Your helplessness only spurred her on more.

“Only brats beg for more. Do you know that?” Larissa hissed with a sharpness and contempt to her voice.

You nodded sheepishly. You felt yourself only ache beneath her further with each word she spoke.

“Then why did you do it?” The tension in her voice was palpable.

You struggled to catch your breath but the way she raised her eyebrows in impatience had you scrambling to give her the answered she wanted.

“Because I’m a brat.” You squeaked, your voice small and timid.

“That’s right.” Pleasure washed over Larissa’s body before you and, this time, you were the one taking note of the way her hips rolled against you involuntarily, from simply putting you in your place. She began to rock against your abdomen, grabbing your wrists harshly with her hands and raising them above your head where she pinned them against the headboard behind you, using that grip to steady herself. As she did, her eyes began to roll back. You were frozen, trapped, pinned beneath her with no way to either escape her grip, or claim pleasure of your own that you needed so badly. A pathetic mewl fell from your mouth and Larissa grinned cruelly at the way your face had begun to blush and your brow furrowed in frustration. Her smile widened and her head fell back slightly while she used your body to grind herself down onto and with each filthy sound that she made, you felt yourself nearing tears.

“You’re shaking.” Larissa cooed. “Good.”

Her bruising grip on your wrists only increased as her rocking grew messier and more frenzied. You watched her throw herself down against your abdomen with increasing abandon and you could tell by the way her strong thighs twitched around the sides of your body that she was getting close. The noises she was making were growing more sickly sweet and less inhibited by the second. In one quick movement, she removed one hand from your wrists, easily now placing one hand over both of your wrists to keep them in place. With her free hand, she grabbed at your face and contorted it however she pleased, pulling you to meet her eye.

“Look at me.” She growled hungrily, not slowing her pace against you. But your vision was failing you through the ever-growing, all encompassing and neglected fire between your legs which overtook your body, and you were unable to meet her gaze like she had asked of you.

The sharp force of a large palm against your cheek threw you to the side and brought you out of your hazy state, the sting leaving a perfect pink mark on your soft skin.

“I said look at me, baby.” You could tell by the slight whine and slur in her voice that Larissa was painfully close and she needed you to watch intently. Your eyes met hers and you began to take in the way her eyelids fluttered heavily, the way her mouth hung open, only interrupted by the woman taking her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a sharp cry, the way her crotch met your cotton-clad abdomen with a fury and the way the grey of her underwear had begun to darken with dampness. Her hand found your face again and you took her thumb in your mouth easily, suckling into it and holding the gaze of the woman above you who was now coming against your body, a staccato of sweet cries enunciating each convulsion of her hips and her legs around you, the staggering slowly coming to an end as she let out a final, strangled groan before beginning to catch her breath.

Without a word, she shuffled back slightly and her shaky hands scrambled to touch all of your skin she could get to.

“I need you so bad.” You stuttered pathetically, surprised you even managed to squeeze out anything remotely decipherable.

“God, I bet you do.” Larissa groaned. Her fingers had already found your clothed nipples and she traced them with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. She watched in awe as your back arched at the smallest amount of contact from a single finger against your hardening peak and bit her lip to stifle a moan. The effect she had on you had an earth shattering effect on herself. Watching the way you responded to her, realising the hold and authority she had over you, hearing the little noises she extracted from you (especially when she was able to push you a little too far), it gave her more pleasure than anything else. She was a woman crazed and you could see the hunger in her widening eyes.

“Please. Please, please.” You cried. You were no longer able to manage how painful your need became, no matter how badly you wanted to be stubborn and wait.

“Please, what?” Larissa said condescendingly, pinching your skin cruelly with a sudden vigour that made you jump out of your skin.

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” She turned your brain to mush. “I don’t know. I just need you.”

Larissa felt your heart thumping through your chest as her hand rested on your breast.

“Shh, pet.” She whispered with an unexpected sweetness. “All you have to do is ask me to play with you.”

Within seconds she was tearing your underwear from your hips and admiring the coating over your heat and the way it sparkled with need.

“Somebody’s made a mess.” Larissa observed condescendingly, with an affectionately concerned gaze you had learned to be embarrassed beneath. The sound you made as her long fingers made their way through your wet slit was ungodly. Now able to move without the restraint of Larissa’s body weight pinning you in place, your hips thrashed instantaneously. Her thumb pressed down on your clit and she watched intently as your eyes rolled back into your head. You felt brain dead but so alive all at once. She gently began moving her thumb, rubbing tortuously slow circles against you that made you shudder.

“So- so fucking good.” You slurred as you drowned in the feeling of finally being taken care of. Larissa’s speed increased and you heard nothing but the wet sounds of her skin against your coated dampness and your own panting. You were already so close.

“Doesn’t take much for you to fall apart, does it?” Larissa scrutinised in the most disgustingly sweet voice from a crazed grin that pushed you over the edge. Her other hand pushed onto your abdomen and held you in place as you began to come so easily against her fingers, rutting and crying out hoarsely into the air.

“That’s it.” Larissa practically moaned, extracting as much sound and movement as she could from your frail body.

It washed over you so overwhelmingly and consumed your whole body, taking the air out of your lungs until your eyes opened and the sight of Larissa panting breathed life into you again. Her fingers were coated with you and she took a moment to admire the sheen that made her skin glossy, separating her fingers to watch the string of liquid snap. You had only begun catching your breath when her fingers were stroking your pink heat once again, instantly making you choke on thin air. She ogled evilly above you, watching intently with wide eyes and an open mouth, her lips curved at the corners, as you twitched and writhed beneath her with each shock way past your threshold. The look on her face was nothing short of sadistic; frenzied and panting, her long fingers continued to press where you were most sensitive as she marvelled in the way it contorted your body. Her stare was a heavy presence, the way her eyes would rake over and scrutinise every detail of your body, and make note to store in her memory for later was palpable. She wouldn’t be letting you come again, she just gained immense pleasure from pushing the boundary and watching liquid pour out of you as you were consumed by the overstimulation that was bordering on pure pain. She was hypnotised by the bucking and thrashing of your hips and the possession she had over your entire body with the smallest amount of pressure, as if you were a small wooden puppet whose strings she had eternal control over. Heat and moisture were growing achingly between her own legs once again while she continued to toy with you, fascinated by the strangled pleas that were squeezed from your throat and the way your body convulsed desperately. Gradually, she slowed her torturous campaign and removed her hands, bringing her fingers to her mouth to clean them. You watched as the twisted darkness in her eyes softened into something warm and gentle, a slight smile overtaking her eyes as she sucked softly.

“You’re such a good little thing for me, aren’t you?” Her voice was low and sweet and lulled you back to peace as you felt the painful overstimulation dissolve from your body and be replaced by comfort through the sound of her voice.

[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… 😏

Larissa Weems Masterlist

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[midnightmoonkiss]

Bloody Kiss

Wednesday Addams X GN! Vampire! Reader

Blood was something that never bothered Wednesday, in fact.. she’s become quite accustomed to the taste after having been dating you for almost a year now.

You who drinks blood for lunch, and maybe as a treat after dinner.

You, a vampire.

Or, well, more accurately a ‘hybrid.’ Blood and human food, you required both to live.

Of course, it’s only pigs blood. As if Nevermore would allow it’s more fang-y occupants to consume human blood on a day-to-day basis, it’s far too expensive.

Besides, Nevermore is already on rocky terms with Jericho, no need to worsen it with the knowledge that donated blood would go to them and their blood thirsty residents.

Fake blood and pigs blood are the only options, of course they bring out the real deal for parents weekend but alas, thats once a year.

And so here you are, stuck consuming pigs blood as it doesn’t contain that artificial tang you’ve grown to hate.

Normally other kids stay away from the vampire table during lunch because of the nauseating scent of iron, but not Wednesday. No, sometimes she’d even sit with you. That, or she’d give you a look from across the quad or cafeteria that screams “come sit with me.”

How could you refuse?

She’s basically got you on a leash at this point, not that you minded.

Your lips could be stained a deep red and yet still.. she’d take your breath away with her own plump ones.

It was hard to tell if she liked the kiss or the taste of blood on your tongue more.

You discovered her lack of care for the crimson liquid a few months ago. You had been teasing her when she requested a kiss, taking a big swig of your drink before showing her the redness of your tongue and teeth, thinking it’d freak her out or cause her to rethink herself.

It’s not like you didn’t want a kiss, you just wanted her to know it’d be bloody.

And boy, did she not care.

She didn’t care for that bratty attitude of yours nor the implication that youd think she’d give a damn about something so insignificant. As if blood could deter her when she knew exactly what she wanted.

So, she grabbed you by the back of your head, instantly wiping that cocky smile from your face and replacing it with shock as she crashed her lips against yours. It was almost as if she was trying to prove a point with the way she practically licked all traces of blood from your mouth.

You would’ve been grossed out had you been a normal person. But as a vampire.. she was intoxicating.

You were even more wrapped around her finger from then on.

Her kisses always made you dizzy, but there’s something different in those specific ones. Passion burned like hot embers behind them, you always felt as though you could pass out either from them or the look in her eyes you’d see if you were to open your own during the kiss.

She doesn’t even mind kissing you with human blood on your tongue.. or more specifically, her own.

Wednesday was never one to back away from morbid curiosity, and with a vampire as a lover and her own twisted enjoyment of pain, you knew full well she’d eventually ask you to bite her.

However, she knew just how intimate of an act that was.

Vampires may be ancient, but there was always passion behind a bite. Even if that passion lead to someone’s demise, it was seen as taboo in communities to bite someone without that flare.

So, you’ve never bitten someone before. You were a fang virgin, as weird of a term that was.

The night she decided you would taste her own blood was a moonless one, the stars in the sky being the only things to light up the inky black abyss.

Candles lit up her dark and empty dorm room, prepared and ready for you to sink your teeth into her flesh, the atmosphere beyond romantic.

She whispered poems of devotion against your skin as she pressed gentle kisses against you, relaxing you as she slowly guided your mouth down to her neck.

The second your sharp fangs sank into her pale skin.. she knew she’d be addicted to the feeling for the rest of her life.

The sharp sting, the feeling of blood gushing into your awaiting mouth, the bubbling pleasure and passion from the venom that burned her skin, Wednesday couldn’t help but cradle you against her.

The second you pulled away, gazing hazily into her clouded black eyes, her lips were once again on yours.

Human blood tasted very different from pigs.

Wednesday Addams would never let romance die if it meant she could continue having you just like this.

You’d do anything for her, and the devil himself knows just all the sins she’d commit for you.

[myfavoriteficss]

Wednesday Masterlist

This Masterlist includes all of the Wednesday fan fiction I have reblogged. Enjoy.

Updated: 12/30/2023

Masterpost

1. Wednesday Addams

Written by: @anonymousewrites

A Good Day for Death: (1) A Good Day for Roommates - (2) A Good Day for Plans - (3) A Good Day for Festivals - (4) A Good Day for Death - (5) A Good Day for Strategy - (6) A Good Day for Competition - (7) A Good Day for Fudge - (8) A Good Day for Ruins - (9) A Good Day for Statues - (10) A Good Day for Shopping - (11) A Good Day for Dances - (12) A Good Day for Family - (13) A Good Day for Birthdays - (14) A Good Day for Arguments - (15) A Good Day for Diaries - (16) A Good Day for Apologies - (17) A Good Day for Death - (18) A Good Day for Resurrection - (19) A Good Day for Until Next Times

Valentines Day Special 2023

A Good Day for Death Pride Special 2023

A Good Day for Death Halloween Special 2023

Written by: @basichextechml

(1) Details - (2) Revelations

Wet Braids and Ribbon Ties

The Leaded Question

The Beat of your Heart (The Cry of my Own)

Did You Want Flowers?

Written by: @breaddwoo

(1) Bloody Kisses - (2) Smitten - (3) Vanilla

Written by: @brotherblaze

Double Black: Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @celiastjamesoscar

To Be Alone

Like Real People Do

Written by: @chaeyoungies

Slipping Through My Fingers

Written by: @crazyoffher

paranoid.

Written by: @danzaloreley

Indée Fixe

Written by: @dysphoros​

(1) Who are you now, You fool? - (2) Beauty Is in the eyes of the beholder

Interview with a vampire: (1) Interview with a Vampire - (2) Hunger - (3) Resfeber - (4) Dissimulate

What are my lips for if to not meet yours?

Written by: @extinctspino

Teamwork

Written by: @fleetingvow

‘ Bitter Solitude.

Written by: @ghostlynachopanda

(1) Nevermore’s Guardian - (2) Warmth - (3) The Weathervane - (4) The Walk - (5) The Talk - (6) Solution

Marks: Part 1 - Part 2

Till Next Time: Part 1 - Part 2

Patch Up

Like a Charm

Kiss

Study Date

Close

For You

Envy

Hurtful Words

Third Wheel

Rest

jacket

Music

Written by: @house-of-lovin

grouch

be mine?

cuddle bug

Written by: @i984

(1) I Want to be Yours - (2) Finally Hers

(1) Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade - (2) A Scarlet Touch - (3) Not So Peachy of a Trick - (4) My Thoughts Echoing Your Name

Ran Out of Paper

Festival Trouble

Grump Black Cat

Your Love, My Religion

Dreams of Lavender Confessions

I Love You- Wait, What?

Snowy Escape

Blazing Promises

Sweet, Foolish

A Letter to the Yearning Moon

Wounds, Not Dreams

In Sickness and In Health

Tonight, the Moon is Yours

Mattress Laid, No Questions Asked

Written by: @jazzyoranges

Recognizable

Written by: @liminal-space-lesbian

Summer Concussions

Written by: @lowkeyerror

Falling Fast: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue

Written by: @lucianslover

10 Things I Hate About You

Written by: @luthorgarbage

Wednesday’s Web: One

Written by: @makncheese12

Alkaline: Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @may-fanfic

Safe With You

Written by: @midnightmoonkiss

Sweet Dreams.

Written by: @mikavlcs

(1) Reverie - (2) Elysium

Loveless

Paralysis

Heaven in Hiding

Had Enough

Ricochet

Absence Persistent

Breathe

Flowers

Heaven in Hiding

Sweater Weather

Static Patterns

Spotlight

Heaven Sent

White Flag

Astraphobia

Dinosaur Talks

Whispers in the Dark

Rebels and Renegades

Dog Days

Not On My Mind

Written by: @missmonsters2

Wednesday’s Dictionary of Emotions: (1) Adronitis - (2) Monachopsis - (3) Jouska - (4) Opia - (5) Agnothesia - (6) Liberosis - (7) Flashover - (8) Nighthawk - (9) Ambedo - (10) Kairosclerosis - (O.S) First/Second Date Jitters - (O.S) Want Your Slow Dance

Just Last Lifetime: One - Two

Oblivion

Just Like Silk

Lips Over Your Nightmares

Written by: @mrtwizz

Snow On The Beach: Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Written by: @msgorillagripcoochie

(1) Nonsense - (2) Butterflies in my stomach

Written by: @rainbow-hedgehog

Exchange Student

Written by: @sleepinthrumyalarms

(1) To Tame a Demon - (2) The Perfect Girl 

Protective Instincts

Your Teeth Don’t Scare Me

Weird But Lovely Trophies

Daddy Issues

After Dark

Good Little Girl

Hard to Keep my Cool

Kiss It Better

Loving the beast, loving it whole

Their Affair, Bloody

Written by: @softgreengrass

Sun to Me: Part 1 - Part 2

Covert Narcissism

Written by: @spaghettiposts

Video Games

Written by: @specialagentlokitty

Restore the Balance: Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Soft For You

Never Again

Just a Tiny Hint

Written by: @stirthewaters

Too Sharp to Touch: Part 1

Written by: @talesofesther​

Scorch Marks: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Sweet Calamity: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - (O.S) Pretty Secrets - Chapter 10 - (O.S) Birthday Girl 

Don't Know How to be Something You Miss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

(1) I told the moon about you - (2) Darling darkness

Yours Only

Deep Devotion

Crimson and White

Cinnamon and Spice

The Hearts that Matches Mine

Dark Trees are Better

Find the Beauty

Golden Ballads

Love the Way You Love Me

Tender as the Rain

I guess that's love

Written by: @theunreliablewriter

Clumsy Defender

Written by: @toddxhavez

My Eyes

Written by: @toournextadventure

Everyone But Her: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - (O.S) The Cave (18+) - Part 32 - (O.S) They Didn't Know - (O.S) A Fair Trade - (O.S) Revenge - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 38

Would You Love Me?

you simp

l’appel du vide

we match

im no poet

Trouble Maker

Written by: @vorsdany

When I Dream (Of Dying): (1) (Not So) Colorful Buzz - (2) Watch Out! - (3) Freeze! You’re on Fire - (4) Good, Bad Impressions - (5) Harmonious Danger - (6) When I Dream (Of Dying)

Golden Eyes and Melted Hearts

Violescent

Meant To Be (Alone)

Shots For They Heart

Names On Your Tongue

Ink Over Your Soul 

Take Me Home 

Sea of Stars

Nights Like These

A Luminous Jewel

Bloody Woes

A Vexatious Creature

Warm My Frozen Heart

Just This Once

Of Dying Days

Written by: @vulpe-fox

Where Shadows Meet

Shadow’s Keeper

Written by: @wandaromanova

enigma.

never did.

obvious

Written by: @ykiwrite

Kiss of Death

Written by: @70svampyr

Wednesday Addams Relationship! Headcanons

2. Enid Sinclair

Written by: @specialagentlokitty

Peace With You

Protect You

Not Getting Hurt That Easy

Written by: @toournextadventure

Thunder and Lightning

3. Yoko Tanaka

Written by: @euoniaroses

Jealous? Please,

Written by: @mrsfrenchie

Touch

[4jax4jax]

Co-Star Chemistry

Dom Ajax Petropolus x Sub reader

Summary: You and Ajax are co-stars in a movie, but can’t seem to get your chemistry right.

Warnings: M x F, Hard Dom Ajax, choking, making out, doggy style, rough sex, crying, male orgasm, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, degrading language, hair pulling.

Word Count: 2.2K

“Cut.”

As the cameras stopped rolling and workers scrambled to wrap things up for the day, both you and Ajax let out a sigh of frustration. Despite your best efforts, your on-screen chemistry with him just wasn't cutting it.

You two had been working on this scene for the past few hours now, and just couldn’t seem to nail down the tension between your characters. The two of you had struggled to make your performances convincing, but the pressure was mounting as the director had been expressing her concerns more frequently. 

“I don’t care how you two do it, but figure out a way to make it look like you don’t hate each other, please.” 

You gave a polite nod with wide eyes and Ajax just shot her a pursed smile and nodded. As you angrily retreated to your trailer, you felt a hand grab your arm. 

“What’s your problem?” 

You turned around and saw none other than your lackluster co-star. You rolled your eyes and continued walking as his irritating voice rang through your ears. 

“You heard her back there, we need to figure something out.” 

Before you could close the door on him, Ajax reached out and pushed through instead. You slam the door behind him, making him jump. 

“Listen, Ajax. You’re a great actor, I’m a great actress, but I just don’t think we’re compatible, alright? It’s just not working between us.” 

You walked over to a counter and poured yourself a glass of water, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You couldn’t bring yourself to have any tension between him on screen, because the tension you two had off screen was more than enough. 

“Then, we can make it work. You have a copy of the script in here, right?” 

You set the glass down and crossed your arms over your chest, using your chin to point to a table behind him, where the script sat. 

He quickly picked it up, flipping through the pages until he came to a stop, his eyes scanning over the page in a frenzy to find a scene to practice with you. 

“Here. We can.. We can go over the scene we just can’t seem to get past.”

A sarcastic tone dripped from his words as he slid the script towards you. You rolled your eyes and closed the pages as you looked back at him with a distasteful look on your face. 

"Fine. But can we just get through this quickly? I have things to do." 

"Sure, but let's try to make this believable, okay?" He walked closer to you and flipped open the script again, almost making you scoff. 

"I know how to act, Ajax. Don't tell me what to do."

He grumbled something under his breath before sighing and letting you speak. You took a deep breath and fixed your hair before getting into character, slightly raising your voice at him. 

“Maybe if you fixed your attitude and weren’t such a bother to everyone around you, then I’d like to be around you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ajax took a small step towards you, and somehow you couldn't help but gravitate towards him as well. With the cameras off and without an audience of 3 dozen, everything suddenly became easier.  

“You’re insufferable to work with, you walk around like you own the place, and you think you’re some kind of genius when you’re no smarter than everyone here combined. That’s what that’s supposed to mean.” 

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back before throwing his arms up in anger. He looked beautiful, but of course you couldn’t tell him that. 

“Why do you always act like that? Like you always have something better to do than be around me, like you’d rather be anywhere else but here?”

“You know exactly why, Ajax. It’s because I’m in love with you.” 

A thick silence hung over the two of your heads as you realized your mistake. His character's name wasn't Ajax. His mouth opened for a quick moment, as if to recite his next line, but it settled on closing. You watched his Adam's apple bob against his throat. 

“Your next line is-” You had attempted to mutter out, but you didn’t stand a chance against the way Ajax suddenly leaned in to press a firm against your lips. He pushed you back against the counter, both of his arms caging your body as he towered over you. 

You softly sighed into his mouth before swiftly hopping onto the surface of the counter, pulling him impossibly closer when you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. 

Ajax sneaks a hand up to the back of your head, and softly grasps at your hair, making your mouth fall open in a choked moan.

“A-Ajax..” 

He was quick to pull at your roots harder, effectively shutting you up. In strong contrast to the assertive personality you sported just a few minutes prior. 

“Not now.” 

Your lips smashed back together in a passionate kiss, fueled by pure spite and lust towards one another. Moans poured from your mouth into his, as he greedily swallowed whatever noises you would give him. 

“Do you want this as much as I need it?” Ajax mumbled against your mouth as his hand reached down towards the button of your shorts. He didn’t bother to take them off, but instead he softly grabbed at your clothed cunt, as if it were his.

You nod and your thighs squeeze his hand tighter. He lifts you from the counter, and in a flash he throws you down onto your bed, face down ass up with your head against your pillows. 

You look back at him and watch as he pulls off his own pants, you knew the costume crew would give you both hell for not changing out of your outfits, but both of you were too clouded by pure lust for each other to care. 

Ajax caught your lust filled gaze and made quick work discarding his clothing before leaning down against your body and speaking lowly into your ear. You whimpered into the pillow at the feeling of his strong chest pressing into your back. 

“I’ll take care of you, alright? You don’t need anything else right now, got it?”

As if you were under a spell, you immediately nodded against the pillows. The warmth his body provided was short lived, and you almost complained until your shorts were practically torn down your hips, your underwear with them. 

A short gasp forced its way from your lips when you felt his finger running gently up your pussy, smearing your arousal against the pad of it. Pushing your hips back, he finally slipped the digit inside of you. He couldn’t help but groan at your warmth and wetness. 

“Hurry up.. I told you I have things to do.” 

You teasingly remark, swaying your hips as to get his attention. 

“Fine.” 

Ajax quickly removed his finger from inside of you and used your slick and sticky arousal as lube. You were almost entranced by the way the blunt head of his cock would get caught on the makeshift hole he made with his fist, it made you all too eager to have him inside of you. 

As you impatiently waited for him to get on with it already, you suddenly felt a large intrusion poking at your folds. You gasped in shock and gripped the pillow underneath you. And true to his word, he was hasty with his movement. 

In one fast movement, his dripping cock was fully sheathed inside your wetness. You could feel the mix of your own sticky slick and his thick pre dripping down your cunt, and stringing down to your plushy thighs. 

You let out a low moan at the sensation, subconsciously clenching around him as you adjusted. Ajax let a quiet whimper-like noise at the feeling, and began to shallowly trust. Your ass slapped back against his pelvis, and your soaked pussy was absolutely coating his dick in creamy white arousal. 

Grabbing onto your waist, he began to use your body as a personal fucktoy, maneuvering your body like you were nothing but an object. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, using your hips as handles to fuck into you fast and hard. 

You pushed back against his body and watched the way he threw his head back in ecstasy at the way your body moved against his. The sounds that were produced every time he withdrew himself and plowed into you were driving both of you crazy. 

“You’re amazing.. We should fight more often..” 

You rolled your eyes and clenched around him, almost making him double over in pleasure and shock. But as soon as he regained his position, he changed it just as quickly.

Ajax draped his body over yours and reached forward to grab at your jaw. Using his long fingers he forced your mouth open and dipped his index and middle into your panting mouth. Two fingers in your mouth, and three holding your jaw as he relentlessly pounded into your from behind, you were really just a cocksleeve to him. You adored it. 

“Try that shit again, see what fucking happens..” 

Whimpering, you tried to drop your head back onto the pillow, but his forceful grip on your head forbade you to even attempt it. 

“M’sorry.. W-Won’t happen again..”

He craned your neck back to face him, and despite being covered in sweat and running makeup, you looked stunning. He leaned down and pulled you towards him in a sloppy kiss. 

Ajax tongue licked everywhere possible inside your mouth, slithering over the backs of your teeth, sliding against your own tongue, everything that was once yours was now his. Your teeth clashed into his, unable to stop your body from being absolutely destroyed by his cock ripping through you. 

“You have shit to do? Finish then, right now.” 

He let go of your jaw and pushed you harshly back into the pillow, making you whine at how rough he was treating you. He planted one hand on your skull and gripped your hip with the other, using them as leverage to tear you open and permanently claim you as his. 

You reached a hand down to rub at your clit, pushing tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves as you felt your arousal drip down your fingers, and your body lurched forward with every rough thrust. 

“Fucking shit- you’re so fucking wet.. Could fuck you all day..” 

Ajax reached down to grab the hand rubbing at your clit and you whined from the loss of contact, and brought your free hand to take its place. He quickly shoved your fingers in his mouth, and his eyes almost immediately flipped to the back of his skull. He groaned from around your fingers, and sucked them clean.  

“Tomorrow, same time..”—He couldn’t stop himself from panting, like some kind of animal.—“I need to taste you.” 

You wordless agreed through a choked out whimper, you could feel the rubber band inside of you getting pulled farther and farther. With each abusive thrust from the man you hated just moments before, and with each rough swirl of your fingers against your over-sensitive bud, you were due for an explosive climax.

Despite what you had told him earlier, you never wanted this to end. His offer, ‘could fuck you all day’ sounded all too good to you. 

But it was far too late, you screamed into your pillow as you positively and utterly soaked everything around you in cum. He gritted out a loud moan through his teeth at the feeling of you fluttering and gushing around him. And despite the tightness threatening to push him out of you, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, the one that caused you to squirt all over him, the one that he had caused. 

It was simply too much for the both of you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your body practically collapsed against the bed. But Ajax was unrelenting. As soon as your own legs and arms gave out under you, he reached under you to grip at your hips. You were pliant, nothing but a sex doll at this point, and he loved it. 

“Fuck.. Fucking love this pussy, all mine, isn’t it?” 

You couldn’t help but moan out a faint “mhm” as he used you and abused your plenty stretched hole. 

Ajax collapsed against your limp body and you felt his thrusts becoming messier, less calculated, weaker. 

“God, you feel so fucking good.. I can’t.. I can’t any more..” 

It took virtually no time at all until he exploded into you, completely painting your slick walls in his own release. As he pumped loads of warm cum into you, he groaned out breathy noises into your ear, and you couldn’t help but get worked up again just by hearing him. 

Ajax didn’t stop humping at you, and you could feel his cum spurt out of you at how much there was, and how he somehow was still fucking you. 

“A-Alright.. Down boy, you’ve had enough for today.” 

You weakly murmured as he finally slipped out of you. You flipped over so you were facing the ceiling, which you could barely see through the tears and makeup that brimmed your eyes. Ajax, still panting, collapsed against your chest, pulling your drenched body against his. 

Looking down at him, you spoke softly. 

“Think we’re good with our chemistry now, right?” 

“Yeah.. But it wouldn’t hurt to make sure.” 

[reidrum]

hit me baby one more time | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

a/n: i have no explanation for this i just really want spencer to fuck me in a mini skirt. this was also fueled by me listening to baby one more time on repeat for the last week so enjoy my horny thoughts hehe

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v sex, munch!spencer, blowjobs, soft!dom!spence the loml, praise kink, spanking, suggestive dancing, kissing, afab reader, reader wears the outfit from the baby one more time mv (skirt and bra), i picture s11 spence so don’t mind the inconsistencies, idk if kirk actually wears a tie i am a star wars girlie not star trek, lowkey perv spence at the end but i would do the same tbh

summary: halloween brings spencer joy in many ways, this year he finds a new, and super fucking hot, reason to love the holiday more

wc: 3.3k

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spencer loved halloween. this was a known fact by many, he loved the lore behind the holiday, loved dressing up as his favorite characters, and loved playing tricks on morgan and jj around the office.

spencer also loved halloween because he gets to see you. not that he didn’t see you on a daily basis in the office or on the field catching killers, but in a state where you were carefree and didn’t have to worry about the behavior patterns of a psychopath.

in past years spencer has dressed up as different versions of the doctor (still claiming his tenth doctor costume was the best, because it was your favorite), the hobbit from lord of the rings, and nosferatu (to the dismay of morgan’s very scared reaction). you would go a more pop culture route, dressing up as characters from recent movies and shows including barbie, the scarlet witch, and wednesday adams.

he loved being able to tell you the lore of the different characters he was and he loved listening to you explaining the cultural significance and impact that barbie had on society. he could listen to you talk about literal garbage, actually, and still be hanging onto your every word.

what he loved the most, however, was your choice of costume tonight at the karaoke bar the team was out at.

for halloween this year you decided to go with a more nostalgic costume. clad in a black mini skirt, tied up white button up showing your tummy and just the right amount of cleavage to have your hot pink bra pop out, gray cardigan, knee high socks and mary janes, you were the spitting image of britney spears in the baby one more time music video. complete with the ribbon entwined pigtails.

the moment you walked in the bar, spencer knew he was utterly and absolutely fucked.

morgan knew about spencer’s infatuation with you, because, he’s morgan and spencer’s not subtle. so when he watched spencer’s mouth hang open like a beckoning for flies to land in, all he could do was pat him firmly on the back and say, “good luck, kid.”

he watched you walk over to the table the team had claimed, making your rounds at saying hi and hugging everyone. he was last, and when you reached up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck he had no choice (lie) but to rest his hands at your hips while his thumbs brushed the bare skin of your stomach. he also had no choice (still, a lie) but to be deathly intoxicated by the smell of your shampoo and perfume as you placed your head in the crook of his neck.

“hi spence! your costume looks so cool, i love how it turned out. were you able to find what you needed at that store i told you about?” you bubbled happily.

it took spencer about ten whole seconds of staring at you (and definitely not at your chest) to realize that you were asking him something and tried to quickly (embarrassingly) recover, “um, yeah no i was! she knew so much about star trek and was super helpful, she told me how much she loves seeing you in the store.” 

you giggle, “i’m glad admiral kirk, she’s a sweet old thing.”

he should be ashamed at how you calling him that went straight to his crotch.

“y- you also look great, who are you supposed to be?”

“i’m britney spears! in the baby one more time music video?”, you’re met with a blank stare, “spence, we have to educate you better on the true icons of our time.” you playfully grab his forearm.

he laughs nervously at your joke and the contact and proceeds to down half his beer in one gulp. thank god garcia comes out of nowhere to gush over your outfit, “oh my god girl, you look so hot. you have to get up there and sing it, it’s only right!”

“let me get a few shots in first and then i’ll see, penny” you chuckle back.

after about two shots you were already feeling loose, whatever anxiety you had about tonight dissipated as the alcohol overtook your bloodstream. truth be told, you had a super secret mission up your sleeve. 

you would be a terrible profiler if you didn’t notice the way spencer changed whenever he was in your company, and it never made you feel uncomfortable. you only craved his attention even more, and it made your crush on him run even deeper. he was kind and smart and caring. and undeniably sexy. you knew for a fact he wanted you too, and you were determined to make him do something about it tonight.

knowing spencer hasn’t seen the music video therefore not knowing why the schoolgirl outfit, it turned you on even more knowing he was going to lose his goddamn mind after you were done. the plan was already rolling in your brain as you sauntered up to the karaoke stage and got ready to put on a show.

the beginning beats of the song play and you get a couple of cheers and “let’s go, baby!” from the crowd and your team— sans spencer, who was hanging on your every move as you started swaying your hips.

“my loneliness, is killing me. and i-i-i. i must confess, i still believe, still believe.” you sing and dance the choreography to the song you know so well.

“when i’m not with you, i lose my mind.” you make direct eye contact with spencer, and are more than excited to see him locked in on you too.

you decide to kick your plan up a notch, and walk off the stage mic in hand towards the bau’s table, earning many cheers and phones capturing the moment. you play up the theatrics a little by getting emily and jj to sing along with you, morgan and rossi leaning into you as you wrapped your arms around their shoulders.

“give me a si-i-i-ign,” you’ve reached spencer, and the last step in your plan.

your finger leaves featherlight touches around his shoulders and across his collarbone as you stand behind his chair. a flat hand trails down his chest closer to the bulge in his pants, spencer’s eyes widening at the gesture. your hand reaches the final destination at the base of tie, and you pull it so he’s looking up at you directly.

“hit me baby one more time.” you finish with the biggest smirk, never breaking eye contact with spencer. the cheers and claps became louder but all you could focus on were the deep breaths he was taking to compose himself. you give him a wink as you hand the mic back to the stage guy and walk back to him to sit on his lap.

“you don’t mind, do you? all the seats are taken,” you smirk as you feel his hard on through your lace panties, “plus i really want to hear what you thought about my performance.” you finish whispering in his ear. he shudders in your hold, but the feeling of your ass weighing on the place he needs you the most, his primal instincts take over and suddenly he has a boost of confidence.

he lifts your head so his mouth is right on the crest of your ear, “how about i show you what your performance did to me?” he shifts a little and lightly thrusts up into your clothed core and you let out a small gasp. luckily the team had all but dispersed throughout the bar, getting drinks or dancing, so no one has to be privy to your conversation.

the glint in your eyes was all the confirmation he needed. you stood up slowly with his tie still wrapped around your fingers, and you pull it over your shoulder so he would trail behind you as you walked. spencer followed you like a dog getting tugged by a leash, literally, and stumbles at first when you pull him but he quickly regains his composure as you navigate through the crowds, placing his hands on your waist protectively.

you end up in front of the women’s bathroom and spencer doesn’t hesitate to push the doors open and lead you inside. it was one of those single person bathroom with no other stalls, but it was definitely one of the more nicer bathrooms you’d been in. the maroon pattern of the wall adding to the sultry vibe you’re setting, not to mention a spacious countertop for the sink and amenities.

the possibilities of what was going to happen run wild in your brain, only being pulled out of it by the sharp lock of the door and the feeling of strong hands snaking around your waist again.

you look up to meet his eyes in the mirror and watch spencer fiddle with the edge of your button up, “i don’t think i told you how much i really like your costume.”

“yeah?” you lean back in his touch, “what do you like about it?”

he moves his hands to the middle of your chest, “well, i like how soft the blouse is,” he deftly undoes the knot, “and i really like the color you got on underneath.” he lets the ends of the shirt fall to your side and slides his hands up to cup your breasts through your lace bra, massaging them gently.

you let out a half gasp-moan, “what else?”

“this skirt is really cute, fits you well.” he hums while he smooths over the front close to your core, leaning down to press love bites into your neck.

you turn around in his embrace to face him, lay your hands flat on his chest, and look up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster, “want to see what’s underneath it?”

the ghost of a smirk lies on his face and he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his hand cups your cheek closer to him while his other one grips your ass and lower back.

his tongue slots between yours as he deepens the kiss, and he reaches down to the backs of your thighs to lift you up onto the counter. your legs open up instinctively and he steps in between them letting his hand run up the plush of your thigh to the band of your panties. he toys with the lace pattern of it before he detaches his lips and pulls the skirt all the way up.

he slowly sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact with you as he whispers, “this is definitely my favorite costume on you.” he’s face to face with your pink panty covered pussy and he lets out a groan when he notices the wet spot in the center. he tentatively traces a finger up and down your slit, gauging your reactions.

soft whimpers fall from your mouth as you let out a whiny, “spencer…”

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna take care of you.” he coos, “lift your hips.” you oblige as he gently pulls your panties down and stuffs them in his back pocket. his large hands push your legs apart, giving him better access as he tugs you closer to the edge and leans in to draw a long stripe up your core with his tongue.

you let out a high pitched moan at the contact, bracing yourself on the counter with your palms flat down. his tongue draws shapes on you and you feel his finger prodding around your hole before plunging in, driving you straight to delirium.

the sensations begin to overwhelm you and you feel the peak rising in your gut. you tangle your hands in his curls, “pl- please don’t stop.” you whimper.

he groans into your pussy and you feel the vibration sent throughout your entire body, enough to push you over the edge and let the white hot overtake you. he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers or his tongue as he drags out your orgasm for as long as you’ll take it, before you’re yanking him by his hair off of your core and up to your face to kiss him dumb.

the salty taste of you lingers on his lips as you grab his face with both hands and keep him close to you. he lets out a whimper when you tug his hair again, and you smirk as you break the kiss to slide off the counter and drop to your knees. you quickly undo the clasp of his belt, the sound of his zipper going down making spencer’s heartbeat go faster.

the size of his bulge through his boxers was intimidating but it only spurred your desire to please him more. you look up at him and offer an innocent smile as you lean forward to pull back the fabric of his boxers with your teeth and let it fall back into place with a snap.

the impact caused spencer to moan out loud, and he watched with bated breath while you slowly tugged his boxers down to let his cock spring free. you let out a tiny gasp, “spencer…i never knew you were so pretty.” 

his preening turns into a sharp moan as you take in the head of his length into your mouth. swirling your tongue around like a lollipop. you lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock and slowly let it enter your throat until your nose is flush with his tummy and you’re gagging to keep him inside.

“ho-o-ly shit, fuck.” spencer groans when he looks down to see his whole length down your throat and your eyes bulging with tears at the fullness in your mouth. he wishes he had a photographic memory so he could engrave the vision of you on your knees for him in his brain forever.

you retract back and start bobbing your head on his cock, using your hand to pump whatever you couldn’t easily fit in your mouth. expletives and moans fall from him every millisecond, the feeling being so irrepressible that after a minute spencer had to pry you off him so he didn’t finish in your mouth.

“what, too much?” you grin mischievously, dragging your thumb across your bottom lip to wipe the spit.

his heavy breathing is the only answer you got as he turns your body around to face the mirror, and bends you down at the waist to lean your upper body on the counter. he flips your skirt up so your ass is on display for him and draws his hand back to give your right ass cheek a big smack.

you moan out languishly and he lets out a small chuckle, “kinky, are we?”

“you’re the one who spanked me.”

he bends down to whisper in your ear, “yeah, but you liked it. i can feel you getting wetter.” his fingers return to your core to spread the new wetness onto his cock before aligning it at your entrance. he slowly pushes in, stretching you out bewitchingly. he breaks his gaze from where you connect to look back into the mirror, and god, is he so fucking glad he did.

your face is beautifully fucked out, eyes glistening with tears about to fall over, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed, your arms pressed so perfectly against the sides of your chest your breasts are threatening to spill out of your bra.

“god, you look like a dream,” spencer whispers from behind as he begins thrusting into you. you moan back in response and push back on his cock to meet his thrusts. the noise of your hips meeting and him sliding in and out of you filled the bathroom. 

“i’m so close, fuck, oh my god.” you whine pathetically. spencer can’t help but smugly grin in response, “already? it can’t be over that fast, hold it.”

you gasp out, “i can’t, please, i need to come.”

he wraps one arm around the front of stomach to hoist you up and uses the other hand to tug on your pigtails to lean your head back towards him, “you’ll come when i say you can. you’re my good girl, right? gonna show me how good you can be for me?” he whispers hotly in your ear.

a loud moan escapes your throat as you try to keep your composure and hold your orgasm at bay. his precise and timed thrusts doing nothing to help you, you feel yourself starting to float away, becoming so cockdrunk off of spencer you can barely keep yourself conscious.

“almost there, pretty girl. you’re doing so well, ‘m so proud of you.”

you make the mistake of looking back up at the mirror, becoming grossly entrapped by the image of spencer pounding into you from behind and his equally fucked out face tucked into your neck, “spence…baby, please.”

he whines at the pet name and finally gives in, “okay princess, you can come now.” your second orgasm of the night ravages through you, leaving nothing behind but thoughts of spencer. he continues fucking you through your peak, chasing his own release to come shortly after.

“fuck, i’m close. where d- do you want me to..?” he stutters.

“in my mouth.” you breath out.

he groans out loud, “on your knees.”

he pulls out of you and you immediately drop to your knees, not hesitating to take his length into your mouth and using both hands to pump the remaining. spencer puts a hand on the back of your head and guides you to thrust onto his cock until he lets out another stuttered groan, spurts of his release coating the inside of your mouth.

you make sure to get every last drop of him down your throat, seductively sliding your mouth off his cock with a resounding pop. you’re breathing heavily and you remain on your knees as you try to remember what fucking world you’re even in. spencer grabs you by the forearms to pull you back up to him, and gently perches you back on the counter noting you probably wouldn’t be able to stand on your own anyway.

spencer breathes hotly into your face, his hand coming up to caress your cheek and brush a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. his other hand remains on your waist, drawing soothing circles. you grin widely, and spencer notices and matches your smile without hesitation.

“what?” he laughs lightly.

“nothing, it’s just it looks like my plan worked.” you replied.

“and what was this plan of yours?” he grins.

“well, i just wanted you hot and bothered. i did not expect you to fuck me in a bar bathroom,” he blushes at your admission, “plus, you don’t even shake people’s hands. i definitely thought having sex in a public place, let alone the bathroom of a bar, would be so not your style.”

“i think if you keep wearing outfits like this around me,” he gestures to your disarrayed button up and bra, “you’ll be surprised at what i’d be willing to do.”

“so, is this a good time to tell you that britney has other music video outfits that are just as iconic as this one?” you gleam up at him.

his eyebrows raise in curiosity, “it certainly would be. on a totally unrelated note, i’m parked right out front.” he half jokes as he pulls you off the counter towards the door. you giggle and follow blindly behind him, when your eyes draw to the back pocket of his trousers and you notice a flash of hot pink.

“spencer! my panties, oh my god. give them back.”

he looks over his shoulder at you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he feigns. you roll your eyes and let him have it, totally ignoring the way he shoves the panties further down his pocket out of sight.

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I See Red (m)

ONE SHOT

Pairings: San x Reader

Genre: Smut (basically pwp)

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Jealousy, dom!San , he spits in your mouth at some point, slapping, choking, overstimulaton, edging, the whole deal really, name calling, oral, fingering - This is just pure filth I’m sorry. 

A/N: this was originally an nct jeno's fic but I thought it matched San so well so here u go

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You didn’t know what finally set San off.  

Sure, you haven’t been on your best behavior lately but it’s not like it was your fault; Ever since he decided to go on little gym dates with Yubin and just casually mentioned it to you one day, like he was talking about how sunny it was outside and not about how he was hanging out (almost daily) with a super hot girl, alone - and in minimal clothing too.

You couldn’t even trick yourself with “she’s not his type” because that woman was everyone’s type, damn, she was even your type.

It’s not like you didn’t trust him or felt insecure about yourself - it made no sense, really. It’s like people say: Jealousy is a little green monster that ate your insides and got you to unreason things. You just couldn’t help feeling slightly annoyed, you mean, try knowing your boyfriend is hanging out for hours with a blonde goddess with a six pack AND be happy about it.

So, since he decided to be a pain in the ass, you decided to become what you were born to be: His worst fucking nightmare.

But in all fairness, you didn’t know exactly what tipped him over the edge. It could have been you casually hanging with his roommates in the shortest skirt you could have possibly found, it could be the way you kissed Wooyoung (just a small peck) so the boy would stop playing around and annoying the others with his over-the-top signs of affection, it could even be the way you asked Seonghwa to massage your shoulders because you were in pain but too annoyed to ask your boyfriend for it. He sure must not have liked the way you were dancing with Mingi at the party last Friday or how he got home on Monday to you wearing one of Yunho’s shirts - but he was San, of course he said nothing about it. Plus, he knew you better than that.

It didn’t help when Wooyoung and Mingi asked what was going on between you two and you shared your boyfriend’s gym adventures, of course you could trust those guys to join in on making their friend’s life living hell. It was just open game then, Mingi playfully flirting with you and complimenting you whenever he could and Wooyoung teasing your boyfriend about it.You were always careful to not cross any lines, though. Only doing things that you knew weren’t actually going to upset San and would be perceived by him as one of your little games, which is what they were. You also kept it subtle and spaced out - which is why you were expecting to be playing for a long time, or at least for a bit longer than you actually did.

Your plans were ruined on Wednesday afternoon, when the black-haired boy came out of the shower to a Jung Yunho pulling you to sit on his lap, his arms going around you to show you how to play the video game. Your boyfriend quietly sat down next to you two, saying nothing and staring deeply at the Tv screen but, the look on his face and his clenched jaw were sending a shiver down your spine.

Damn you for refusing to have sex since you found out about San’s gym buddy, this pent-up frustration was not helping you at all.

Thanks to the distraction that was your boyfriend, you couldn’t focus on the race going on and lost at the easiest level, resorting to whining to Yunho, who simply patted your thigh in a comforting manner and let out a soft, “It’s ok, baby.”

Your pouting soon morphed into a face of shock and your little fit was interrupted as your boyfriend hastily stood up, groaning a “That’s it. Room, now!”

You looked up at him confusedly but not done with being annoying yet, you decided to try one last jab, sending him a challenging look, “I don’t really feel like it.”

San simply raised an eyebrow at you, his whole aura shifting, making you coward immediately under his cold gaze, “Care to repeat that?”

“I said- Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, move.”

You repeat what your boyfriend said in a mocking tone but obey, leaving an amused looking Yunho behind as you wondered where the fuck did all your confidence go to. You really couldn’t keep the character up when San lowered his voice - you liked playing with fire but you weren’t crazy enough to jump in it.

As you entered your boyfriend’s room, your heart was beating like crazy. You felt like a kid again: When you knew you did something wrong and your mother was about to punish you for it. The anxiety did not sit well with you, maybe you should start being nicer to the man.

“San, I-” You tried reasoning as soon as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t give a fuck, sit down.”

Damn.

You were happy to comply, legs getting wobbly as his strict tone had a weird effect on you. You sat on the edge of the bed and San was quick to stand up in between your legs, you tried to look anywhere but at him, but that was proven impossible as his hand softly but confidently grabbed your chin and tipped your head up so you were forced to stare at him like a deer stuck in head lights. You could hear your own pulse throbbing inside your ears. 

Well, no use acting all innocent now, you really did bring this upon yourself.

“Had fun?” He asked, his voice could cut you right open. You didn’t know what to answer, nervous of any extra consequences that may come if you did, but your silence was clearly not accepted as his grip on your jaw tightened, “Speak.”

“Yeah.”

He hummed, eyes slowly skimming over your face as his thumb softly brushed your cheek, “So pretty. Too bad you don’t know how to behave, huh? I think it’s about time for me to put you back in your place, don’t you agree?”

You close your eyes and enjoy the smooth circles he was tracing with his thumb, not sure where he was going with this - your heart was trying to leave this room, though, by the way it kept pounding against your ribcage- but knowing you wouldn’t get a lot of soft moments from this point forward.

“Did you think I would find it cute?” He sternly asked, his tone contrasting with the light touches on your face. He knew your answer to that and you knew he was just playing your cards, and well, it was working.

“No.”

“So you acted like a brat on purpose?” He tried giving you a chance, knowing you really had no way out of your own mess.

“At your service, sir,” You joked as you rolled your eyes, trying to lighten the mood, maybe make the man laugh a bit so he would forgive you.

“Watch it,” He spat out and you kind of regretted saying it when his hand flew to the back of your head, pulling on your hair harshly so you were forced to look up.

Ok, San was mad mad.

His cold expression didn’t faze at the way you groaned in pain, neither did his grip on your hair as he bent down so his face would be right in front of yours as he warned, “You brought this upon yourself. Clothes off.”

You had it in you to fight a bit, but honestly, you were already aching between your legs and curious to know how all of this would unroll. You quickly undressed, leaving your panties on since he didn’t say anything about it, your eyes not leaving the floor as you did it. You then stared at your boyfriend, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for the next instructions. San simply looked at the place between his spread legs, signing where he wanted you. As you sat down, you noticed the man had placed the full body mirror he owned right in front of you while you were undressing.

Oh, boy.

You two locked eyes through the mirror and he calmly asked, “What’s the safe word?”

And that’s when your brain stopped working, knowing you had really fucked up. San has always been a little bit more on the rough side in bed, even kind of dominant sometimes, but never like this. You two had never used a safe word before. He noticed your struggle and suggested in a soft but strict tone, “Is Apple ok?”

“Yeah,” You muttered and he nodded in acknowledgement before harshly forcing your thighs open with his hands, making you gasp. His chest was pressed against your back, but you couldn’t feel his heart hammering crazy like yours was.

San slowly moved his hands higher up your thighs, getting goosebumps to erupt all over your body. He ever so lightly traced one single finger against your clothed slit as he said, eyes still locked with yours in the mirror, “I want you to watch yourself being a slut, maybe then you’ll be embarrassed and learn how to behave.”

You whined, not sure if it was at the tip of his finger barely grazing over your clit or at his words. Honestly, who the fuck was this man?

You could see the wet patch of fabric between your legs in the mirror and San caught you staring at it as his middle finger rubbed slow circles on you, only smirking at you in response, clearly satisfied with the effect he had over you.

It was embarrassing how quickly you were squirming under your boyfriend’s touches; your bottom lip was almost bleeding from how strongly you were biting it to keep your whines inside your mouth as you tried to move away from his finger because it was soon becoming too much. He was having none of it and his other hand firmly found its place  on your jaw once again as he grunted right into your ear, “Be a good girl for once and take it. We have barely started.”

You did whine at that, his stare not fading for one second as he tightened his grip on your face and pulled your head back to the front every time you tried to look away from the mirror.

“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re already a mess, what happened to all that attitude, huh?”

He was right, he had only touched you through your panties and you were already so close. Guess you really were all bark and no bite – But to be honest: You were dripping, your underwear was soaked and his finger drawing shapes against your clit just felt so good you didn’t care about your little personality problem at all.

Your thighs were quivering from the stimulation and when he sped up his movements they tried to fly shut, but his voice stopped you midway, “Don’t you dare.”

You grabbed the fabric from his pants harshly, “San, I’m-”

“Only talk when spoken to.”

This new side of San, his heavenly (or devilish) finger teasing you plus his hard dick throbbing against your lower back, got you spasming in record time. Your nails carving shapes on the skin of his thighs as your whole body shook when you orgasmed. San continued tracing your clit through your high, until you were jumping from sensitivity and whining at him to stop. He lightly pushed you so you would stand up and you struggled to comply with your shaky legs, but tried your best.

You stood in front of your boyfriend, expecting him to then order you to suck his dick or something and this would be all over with, but were surprised when he pulled your panties down your legs with delicate fingers. Goosebumps filled your skin again at the mere touch of his knuckles against your lower abdomen. It was weird how he touched you so softly while his eyes burned holes into you, you had never seen San so worked up before, you felt like he could explode at the wrong move of a finger from you.

He slowly kneeled in front of you, eyes locked in yours. His hands were on the back of your thighs and you felt cold and warm at the same time, nipples hard with the shivers that ran up your spine. San didn’t comment on your shaking frame, giving your clit a soft kiss as he stared up at you.

“San, I-“ You began, trying to inform your boyfriend you were too sensitive from just cumming.

“I’ll make you cum once for every time you flirted with someone this week, and now once more for disobeying me,” He simply informed before going back to work, tongue doing wonders against your swollen clit.

You cried out at his words.

The man pulled your legs slightly apart so he could go all in, his wet lips and warm tongue playing with you until the sensitivity turned into pleasure and you were entering a place of euphoria, trying to not moan too loudly since his roommates were right outside. He noticed you were trying to contain your noises and tskd, eating you out more fervidly. When it became too much again, your hands grabbed his hair for support, which only resulted in you receiving a firm look, “No touching. If you want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.”

Ouch.

You tried balancing on your feet, but your body was quivering at San’s ministration and he wouldn’t let you go. Not managing it anymore, you let your body fall to the front, supporting your hands on the bed, thanking the heavens your boyfriend didn’t complain about it. You wanted to tell him you needed his fingers inside of you but didn’t want to disobey his order once again, only letting moan after moan leave your lips. San simply looked animalistic kneeled in between your legs and you forced yourself to close your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure.

You were not recognizing yourself but that thought was far from your worries as you released once again against his tongue, hand gripping  the sheets so tightly you were afraid of breaking your fingers. San stood up, holding your waist so you would do the same as you breathed hard, “This one was for rubbing yourself all over Mingi at Yeonjun’s.”

You could see the way San’s cock was throbbing against his pants, but he seemed to pay it no mind as he pushed you down into the bed on your back. He hovered over you, slightly brushing his lips against yours before telling you, “I’m giving you 10 seconds to recover.”

One, he counted out loud before kissing your cheek. Two, he mouthed just below your jaw. Three, he whispered and sucked on the side of your neck, making you twitch in bliss. Four, he licked your collarbone. Five, he kissed between your breasts, your back automatically arching. Six, he brushed his fingers against your hardened nipple, loving the sound of your mewls. Seven, he left an open-mouthed kiss on your stomach. Eight, he did the same to your navel, feeling your abdomen tense under his fingers.

Honestly, this was not helping you calm down at all. Shivering this much couldn’t be healthy.

On the count of nine, his nails scratched the inside of your thigh and on the count of ten, he plunged two fingers inside of you with no warning. You chocked around nothing, biting the back of your hand so you wouldn’t legit scream. You had never been so wet in your life and the way his fingers were slowly rubbing so good against your walls, had you out of your mind.

“Put your hand away, I want to hear you,” He ordered, eyes locked on the way his fingers disappeared inside of you. How did he even know you were biting on your hand?

He continued pumping and curling his fingers, speeding up when he felt your walls tightening. You started feeling your third orgasm approach you even faster than the first one, tensing your legs so you wouldn’t close them because of the sensitivity.

San smirked at you, “Look who’s being a good girl for once.”

You didn’t even care anymore, everything felt so good you couldn’t even remember your name and you were sure you sounded like a porn star, having no control over your voice. You were so close, knuckles white again at the force you were holding onto your pillow. So, so close.

And then it all stopped.

You whined loudly and San simply ordered, “Use my fingers.”

When you gave him a confused look, hoping you hadn’t understood what he said right, he nodded at you, “You heard me.”

You groaned and dropped back down, San easing three fingers into you and waiting still, patiently. This was humiliating but when he gave you a pointed look, you simply forgot about your pride and pushed yourself against his fingers until you were ready to explode again, and as promised, San didn’t do a thing, letting you make yourself cum only using his fingers. It didn’t take long, considering how fucked out you were already (and you weren’t even actually fucked yet). A few more bounces and you were done for, wanting to cry at how good it felt.

“This one was for getting my friends hard, prancing around in those mini clothes of yours.”

You couldn’t help shutting your legs now, body spasming every 2 seconds. San said nothing about it this time as he stood on his knees, undoing his belt with one hand, groaning he couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped his pants and boxers, letting his cock out and your heart pumped faster at how hard and swollen it was.

Your boyfriend roughly opened your legs, positioning himself on top of you and entering you in one harsh thrust, not even waiting for you to adjust (not that you needed it much, considering he was just 3 fingers knuckles deep into you). Real tears started to run down your face at the oversensitivity, your mind couldn’t form a single comprehensible thought, “San, I can’t-“

“I’m not stopping unless I hear the safe word, you can take it,” He snapped, voice as harsh as his thrusts inside of you. He had never fucked you this hard, the whole bed shaking and complaining. There was no way people wouldn’t know what was going on by now.

You trashed under him, it felt like too much but at the same time you didn’t want it to stop. San’s hand was quick to wrap around your throat, squeezing on the sides to hold you down so you would stop moving.

“My pretty princess crying over getting fucked after acting like a slut for days. That doesn’t seem right, now, does it?” He groaned, not faltering his speed or strength one bit. “Tell me, if I didn’t give you the attention you wanted, would you have let one of them fuck you?”

You whined, nails digging harshly on his back (which he thankfully allowed). You thought about answering but you couldn’t really mutter any words with the way San was drilling into you and he knew it.

“I asked you a question,” He hissed, tightening his grip around your neck, cutting the blood circulation from reaching your head.

The lightheadedness didn’t help your case and after another few seconds without an answer, you felt a sting from the slap San gave right across your face. He had never done that before and as a strong independent woman, you didn’t expect to like it as much as you did it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“N-no.”

“No what?” He demanded. The neighbors must really hate you from the way the bed frame kept hitting the wall, but nothing else really matter besides how you were being so pleasantly destroyed.

“Only you can fuck me.”

“That’s right, you’re mine. Open up.”

You were not sure what he meant, embarrassed of doing what you thought he was implying and being wrong, but when he stared you down so intensely that you got actually scared, you slowly opened your mouth. He gave you a wicked smile before slowing down his thrusts a bit, his hold on your neck still strong and when he slowly lowered himself and spit right into your mouth, your body betrayed you and you came all over the place without a warning, not even giving you the chance to brace yourself.

“Good girl,” He caressed the place he had slapped you with his thumb, stopping his movements to let you calm down for a bit. You were not even sure your brain would ever go back to working normally. He silently and slowly sucked marks on your body until your breathing somewhat resembled something normal again.

“Come look at yourself,” He called, tone a bit gentler. Maybe your tears softened him up a bit.

You tried to obey, carefully dragging yourself to the edge of the bed so you could stand up in front of the mirror where he wanted you. As soon as you tried standing up, your legs gave out, but San was right behind you to catch you, holding you up by your waist and pointing to the mirror, “Look.”

And you did. You had purple bruises on the left side of your neck, on your breasts and on the inside of your thighs. Your hair was clearly all tangled up, there was dark mascara running down your face and smudged around your eyes. You looked absolutely wrecked already.

“So fucking pretty,” He whispered, littering your shoulder with soft kisses. “All of you. Every single part, and they are all mine.”

You shakily nodded. At this point, if San wanted you to walk around wearing his hand as a necklace you wouldn’t even complain.

“It’s all of my friends’ wet dreams to fuck you, I don’t want to ever hear you moaning Seonghwa’s name or see you kissing Wooyoung again, understood?” Your boyfriend told you, placing two of his fingers on your lip for you to suck. You wrapped your mouth around him, sucking on it gently and drawing your tongue along the length of his fingers, feeling his still hard cock against your lower back. He had no reason behind that action, he just wanted to show he could do whatever he wanted with you, whenever he wanted, and you would enjoy it.

“It was a joke,” You breathed out once he retrieved his hand, referring to the kiss your boyfriend was talking about.

“I know baby girl, but let’s not give them any hope. I want them to know who you belong to,” He quietly told you, his breath hitting your ear. “Get on all fours.”

Your body stiffened, “San, I really can’t-“

“Did I ask?” He cocked his eyebrow at you and you took a deep breath before shakingly obeying.

As you crawled in bed, your boyfriend finally took his clothes off before positioning himself behind you. At least this time he pitied you enough to at least start fucking you slowly.

A hiccup escaped your throat, almost sure you couldn’t handle it anymore and San caressed your lower back to comfort you as he grinded his cock inside you, “Only one more, princess.”

You were in heaven and hell at the same time, your pussy was so sensitive that every thrust felt like you were right on edge, you had never experienced anything like that before. Your arms gave out quicker than your attitude dropped, left side of your face pressing against the sheet and staining it with your mascara and tears. You were honestly not even sure you were moaning anymore, not being able to hear yourself, but with the way San sped up his movements you figured you were.

“Hands,” San asked and you complied, like being used by him was your sole purpose in life.

He grabbed both of your wrists and held it together on your back, the bruising tight grip and the low groans leaving the man’s mouth brought you closer to reality.  If you were in a normal state of mind, you would wonder how your boyfriend could last so long, he had been hard and throbbing since he locked the door earlier - But since your mind was floating somewhere far away, your only reaction was to sob in pleasure and overstimulation.

“Do you remember the safeword, baby?”

You shut your eyes tightly and nodded your head desperately.

“Tell me,” San asked.

“A-apple.”

“Good girl. We’re almost done,” He told you and you could feel how his thrust were getting shallower and messier. You were so close too.

After another few minutes, San let out a loud moan with a broken whine and shot inside of you (something else you two rarely do, both of you enjoyed it but the pregnancy scares were always too much), you could feel his cum hitting your walls and you loved it. He continued to fuck into you for a whole minute, riding out his high as the hottest sounds left his lips. You clenched around his sensitive member, signaling you were close and he hissed, suddenly pulling out.

You whined like you had never whined before and he simply shushed you, slowly gathering his cum dripping from your hole with his fingers and pushing all of it back inside. You cried out, using your now free hands to hold onto the sheets as he pumped his finger into you – You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were ripped by the end of the day. He was teasing you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reach your high with the speed he was using. You tried pushing back into his fingers but he was quick to hold your hip still, “I don’t think so. Sit down against the wall.”

You wanted to scream.

“San, please,” You sobbed.

“What? You’ve been teasing me with Mingi for almost 2 whole weeks and I can’t even tease you for a few minutes? Don’t you think that’s a little bit unfair?” He asked, stopping his fingers only when he felt your walls spasming around him. “Now do as I say.”

You accepted your fate, trembling as you followed his instructions, surprised when he got out of the bed and sat down on his desk chair, calmly looking at you.

“Touch yourself,” He instructed. “But don’t cum, or else we will go for another round.”

“You said we were almost over,” You wail.

“And we are baby, just do this one more thing for me.”

You opened up your legs, letting your fingers rub against your clit. You were so wet and San’s cum just made you more lubricated. Since you were already so worked up, you had to trace less than 5 circles against yourself before becoming a noisy mess, ready to let it all go.

“Stop,” Your boyfriend’s strict voice cut you off.

You opened your eyes, which you hadn’t even noticed you had closed, and stared at San in shock, halting your motions.

“Now do it again while looking at me.”

You held the sob that wanted to escape down your throat, shakingly nodding and obeying, just doing anything he wanted so you could cum already. You touched yourself while you looked into San’s stern eyes, your cheeks burning at the fact he had never seen you so vulnerable before.

“I can’t hold it any-“ You stuttered, your eyes stinging again.

“Stop.”

The sob that you had been trying to hold back escaped, ripping through your whole body, you had no pride anymore, or shame, as you let your tears spill freely as you begged, “Please, San. Please. I ca-can’t-“

San silently got up and crawled into bed, positioning his head in between your legs.

“It’s ok, princess. You can cum now,” He told you gently before lowering his head and sucking on your clit. He only had to do that three times and you were seeing colors you never had before. The wave of pleasure hit you so strongly that you tough you passed out for a second or two, seeming lost when you managed to open your eyes again.

“Hey baby, it’s ok,” San comforted you softly, quickly getting up on his knees to hug you with one hand while drying the tears that wouldn’t stop soaking your flushed face. “I got you, it’s all over now.”

He was fast to embrace you tightly, bouncing you gently like people do to calm babies down as he muttered praising words after praising words against your ears. It all filled your heart with warmth and pride.

“Want to take a bath?” He asked you in his baby voice and you managed  to form a small smile, remembering that was the same man who was slapping you across the face and spitting in your mouth a few minutes ago.

You nodded and the boy ran into the bathroom so quickly you didn’t even process his absence.

“I’m only preparing the bath, baby. I’m here,” He assured you when he wasn’t back after a minute or so. You were thankful he understood how vulnerable you felt in this moment and how it was something new to you.

He eventually came back and cuddled you until he felt like the tub was full enough. San carried you easily to the bathroom and tested the water temperature before placing you down with care.

“I used your favorite bath bomb,” He smiled and you returned the gesture, appreciating the warm water around your muscles and the gold glittery appearance of it. “I’m just going to go grab our towels, ok? I’ll be right back.”

You waited for a while, playing with the water and taking deep breaths to inhale the vanilla scent coming from it. The water looked so creamy and you slowly rubbed your face with it, trying to clean all the make up and dried tears. You were content, you just had the best sex of your life and San was proud of you.

You were almost falling asleep when you heard your boyfriend’s voice, “Honey, are you covered?”

You looked down confusedly at the opaque water, the man had just almost chocked you to death, why was he worrying about your modesty now out of all times?

“Yeah, why?”

“Wooyoung and Mingi are being a pain in the ass, they want to make sure I didn’t kill you.”

At that you laughed and just let yourself slide down the bathtub, letting the water drown you in shame.

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“Babe?” You called, watching the way San played with your fingers. When the boy hummed at you, his chest pressed against your back making your body vibrate, you continued, “What finally set you off?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, I’ve been trying to get on your nerves for days-“

“Oh,” He laughed and then sighed in embarrassment at his confession, “Yunho called you baby, only I get to call you that.”

You turned around from where he was holding you on the tub, trying to see if he was serious, only to find your boyfriend pouting.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Choi San.”

[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.