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* Dirty boy * — sub!coriolanus snow

Content - sub!coryo, humiliation kink, gagging, slightly sadistic reader , slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, black!reader. Mdni !

Who would’ve thought that the great Coriolanus Snow, soon to be president would look so pretty all tied up? His eyes met yours, unshed tears blurred his vision. “Aww, don’t you cry, I haven’t even started yet.”

It all started when he began having a weird obsession with you. You’d see him creeping around you, always being where you were at the right time.

You were gonna trip? Suddenly he appeared like a knight in shining armour. At first you thought how cute, your own body guard, but that didn’t last long. He must’ve realized this all seemed orchestrated, because the boy suddenly stopped appearing, instead little minions would.

Flowers on your doorstep from an ‘unknown lover’. You weren’t dumb, it was all too obvious.

“Sooo, little one. What d’ya wanna do?” You softly caressed his skin with the flogger situated in your hand, a small pout on your face when he visibly flinched. “I wouldn’t hurt you, not the way you wouldn’t like at least.”

Tugging the homemade gag out of his mouth he took a deep breath of air, sighing at the way it filled up his lungs.

“Fuck you.” He spit out, the tears flowing down his cheeks gently.

“How sweet” you mumbled, before roughly turning the flogger onto his hip, “F-Fuck! God… mm please.” You looked around the room, your manicured finger lying gently on your bottom lip. “Oh.. Gods not gonna save you. You’re mine to ruin now, mine to hurt.”

A creepy smile crept on your face, placing the flogger down to crawl above him, careful not to let his body touch yours. You were in your favourite set, hugged every curve. He wanted you under his control, but bad boys don’t they what want, they get want they deserve.

“Coryo baby, don’t get sad. Mommy’s gonna help you okay?”, his heart fluttered, and he nodded, just before you finished your sentence. “In my own special way.”

His eyes landed on your chest, whilst trying to buck his hips up towards your center, anything to get off.

“Such a dirty boy, huh?” You leaned your bottom half down, a dramatic expression plastered on your pretty little face. “Mhmm..” He dragged out, but it wasn’t to your liking.

Why don’t boys know what you want without having to say it?

Your palm met the side of his face, gasping at the power of your own slap you giggled, doing it again, and again. “You better fucking say it.” He kept rutting up against you, his wetness seeping onto your panties.

“Aht aht, go on.” You lifted yourself out of his reach, a raspy whine escaping his lips. Kicking his lips he made an attempt to speak.

He wasn’t submissive, it didn’t come easy, “I’m a-a—I won’t say it.” The boy braced for impact, but you wouldn’t give him it.

Instead your hands massaged his smooth, white chest. Thinking he got through it, a sigh came out but was soon turned into a scream.

He couldn’t believe it, you bit his nipple. “Holy fuck! St-stop. What the fuck?”

Your hand roughly gripped onto his chin, “Oh come on, that’s the worst someone’s ever done to you? I will ruin you. You won’t be president, you’ll be some slut when I’m done with you, you’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Panem’s personal cumslut.”

“I wonder what everybody’s gonna think of you. Do they really want a man who drools over any woman to be their president? They might even kill you.”

Nails digging into his skin made him moan out, gritting his teeth. Trailing your sharp nails down to his scorching hot cock, you gripped the base.

Hungrily, your big pouty lips met his. At first it was rough, two alpha animals fighting to the death, but only one could live to tell the tale.

The rough pace on his tip caused him to slip up, becoming overtaken by you. The groans escaping his teeth grew louder and louder, his body shaking as he was getting closer and closer to his release. The knot tightened, the burning fire in the pit of his stomach beginning to get too hot.

He couldn’t breathe, you took all his air from the kiss; attack on his lips. A line of spit intertwined between your lips. His red and swollen, and yours being the cause of it.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” Nodding his head incoherently, his body was about to grow stiff, until everything stopped.

You ruined his orgasm.

His brain was about to turn to mush at your own hands, but you stopped it.

Before the whining could start, you covered his mouth and nose, before resuming your fight with his leaking cock.

“You like that? Getting your dick ruined by a pretty girl? You fucking disgust me.” Seeing him losing air but seeming not care because it looked like you might let him cum made you more hungry for a man like him.

A pathetic man, who could only hold his dominance for so long.

You could tell he was gonna cum, the way he was trying to grasp for something knowing his hands and legs were tied down. The way his brows furrowed.

You wanted to hear the beautiful sounds a dumb little man like him could make, “Go on, cum. Just know I’m not stopping.”

His eyes rolled back, made you snicker as you continued your abuse. “Can, can I t-touch you?” He embarrassedly whimpered.

“Filthy boys don’t touch expensive things.” before he could say anything else your fingers made their way into his mouth, unwanted of course. A choked cry, and an open jaw was all he could manage as his body shook in your cold embrace.

“So much fucking cum, god you’re so dirty.” His high made him see white, static almost. Best orgasm in his lame, by the rules life.

His poor, spent body twitched even after you let go, your finger picked up his slick and waved it in front of his face.

Coryo’s tongue lazily licked his lips, his eyes low and drunken. In a low and torn voice he mumbled, “I-I’m such a fucking dirty boy, please can…. Can I?” His voice cracked while he looked up at you with those blue eyes.

“Oh, please. Fuck, mommy…please.” You obeyed; it’s what he deserved, but just because he asked nicely didn’t mean he was gonna get it nice.

You bruised his throat with your fingers, making him taste himself while touching the back of his throat.

The man gagged, but all he could do was take it. Take the pain and shut the fuck up.

“It’s good?” You asked, pulling your wet saliva coated fingers from his mouth, “S’good”, he coughed out, an amused expression on his face.

His hips bucked up and he winced at the feeling of overstimulation. Never had he ever exceeded that level of intensity before.

“Hurts, shit.” Your eyes looked deep into his soul as you only focused on his tip, your teeth nipped his earlobe, moving lower to aggressively kiss his neck.

“M’gonna cum again, I don’t want to. Please.. oh God please, fuccck.”

“Do you want me to take a picture of you? Show everybody how much of a pathetic fucking whore you are? You don’t know how far I’m willing to go Coriolanus. Shut up, and take it.”

Your words only made him more excited, until it set in that you were being for real. You extended your hand to your dresser, grabbing a Polaroid camera.

Keeping your hand wrapped around his aching cock you kept pumping. “No! Fuck you!, please c’mon n-no.”

He was about to explode and you knew it, and when he did you couldn’t resist. Had to keep it in memory.

The mans cock squirted out his holy liquid, it felt so good he almost forgot about the photo. You snapped more and more while his eyes were closed, calming down from his tough orgasm.

“I’m gonna keep on going until my hand aches coryo.”

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*PLAYGROUND LOVE * | SUB!JONATHAN BYERS

NSFW | mdni

“Oh c’mon Jonny, I know it doesn’t take this long to take one picture.” You teased, a small grin plastered on your face. It was amusing to see his face when he was all flustered.

His eyes grew wide and he looked the other way, while his cheeks flushed a very noticeable shade of pink.

“I’m just teasing, lemme see.” He was taking photos of you, you came up with the idea of course. Jonathan wasn’t a very go for it type of guy. He never admits he doesn’t wear the pants in the relationship, but it’s clear to everyone but him.

Your legs were crossed on your bed, draped in a sheer robe with just your undergarments on. All you wanted was little Jonny to have something to keep in his wallet, a reminder of what was waiting for him.

He was a shy boy, so of course you had to keep minimal clothing on. He wouldn’t even be able to take the pictures if you hadn’t put on the robe.

Such an easy boy to rile up.

While you took the camera away from him to analyze the photos, you could see a tent growing in the side of your view.

The boy looked confused when you suddenly got up off the bed, eyeing him with that look in your eyes.

You tossed the camera on the bed, your vision only allowing you to see him and only him.

“D-Do you like it?” He was trying not to look in your eyes, trying to avoid getting lost in them.

“Of course I do bunny, you’ve always been a good photographer.” Jonny’s lips curl up into a grin, fluffing his hair over his face. He doesn’t like it when you see him blush.

A small hum left his lips as a thank you. “I wanna take some of you hunny. You’re gonna let me, aren’t you Jonny?”

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping in, nodding his head. Your hand made its way into his hair, your fresh manicure scratching his scalp just the way he liked it.

“You know I will, I always do.” He whispered, letting out a sigh when your teeth grazed his earlobe.

“Take it off, all of it.” His hands flew to his buttons but you captured his lips in a kiss, making it ten times harder to undo it.

Jonny couldn’t breathe, the kiss was too heavy and he was already at a loss for breath. The grip on his head, the way he could feel himself grow the more he smelled your cherry infused lipstick.

“Mmph, fuck.”

You only let go due to the fact that he had to take off his shirt, a line of spit in between your lips showed, and the drool dripping in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, just lemme—godddd, pleasee mommy.” Your plump lips enclosed on his pink left nipple, while you abused the other with your finger tips.

He was the most sensitive boy, you couldn’t help yourself.

Poor boy couldn’t even get his shirt off before you dug in. It took a while, but he did it. Leaning his head on your shoulder.

Godd, the way you smelled.

You smelled edible, you made him want to take you wherever you guys were. Not caring about who was watching. You could put him in a trance, a sex driven soldier, only wanting your approval and nothing else.

It was something about you being semi clothed and him having nothing on that made you want more.

Jonny placed small kisses on your neck, wherever he could reach, all while rutting himself onto your clothed pussy.

Your lips pressed hard, aggressive kisses on his skin while twisting his nipples in a way that made his stomach hurl in, a choked gasp escaping his lips.

You twirled the two of you around, pushing his frail self onto your bed. While disregarding your robe, you pouted your lips, grabbing the camera.

“Give me your best smile Jonny.” You teased, a giggle falling from your lips. The boy was already lust driven, even though you hadn’t even done enough.

“Don’t be pathetic, you better give me a fucking smile bunny.” He let out a whimper at your words, and you snapped the photo.

You cooed at him, grabbing his face with both of your hands, making sure your knee found its way to his unclothed member.

The boy shuddered, groaning deeply. “So hard, god help me.”

“Oh baby, god can’t help you now. Spread em.” He scooted back on your covers, spreading his legs like you told him.

His pre cum was enough lube, gripping him oh so tightly. “Mhmm, fuck more more.” You used your other hand to cup his chin and make him look in your eyes while you aggressively stroked him up and down, making sure to squeeze the tip as you rose up.

“You want more? Say it again.”

He spoke as best as he could with your fingers digging into his skin.

“Please gi.. give me more.” He hiccuped, trying to get himself out of your tight grasp.

Jonny’s hips thrusted up to meet your ruthless rhythm, loud cries escaping through his lips. All while you had a grin on your face, taking in everything he was giving you.

“That’s more like it, such a good boy aren’t you.” You let go of his chin watching as he nodded his head over and over again. To lost in the pleasure to realize all he needed to do was nod once.

Those nails pierced through his skin, scratches all over his chest. You didn’t care, this was your best boy.

Marking him up was only to show how possessive you were of him, and he soaked it up every time.

“S’close, just.. just like that mommy. Ohh fuck!” His hips met your hand at a relentless pace, trying to catch his release as fast as he could.

The moans he let out, the whimpers. God. They could make you cum on your own.

You roughly grabbed his neck, squeezing at your hearts content. “You better fucking cum Jonny. Right fucking now or I’m gonna stop.” How could he cum when you were going slower now?

His voice was raspy due to the hardness of your grab, his right hand wrapped around your wrist, and those eyes. He was looking at you with those big eyes.

“Please.” Jonathan whispered, it came out soft, almost inaudible. You sped your hand up, leading to his eyes rolling back, he couldn’t breathe, but he liked it sooo much.

“God Jonny, why can’t you be a good whore and cum when I fucking tell you to?”

“Didn’t know being a slut, meant you were dumb too.”

His hips stuttered, his hot load shooting out onto his chest, and coating your hand.

You let his throat go, trapping him in a hard kiss. It was disgusting, gross the way your mouths moved together. He couldn’t catch up, just letting you do whatever you pleased.

Taking a step back you let yourself examine him, he was a dream.

“Just wait a little bunny, I know you’re tired.”

Grabbing the camera again, you snapped a photo. It was perfect.

“What do you need from me baby?” His throat was sore, “Kiss me please.” Instead of your usual, it was slow, soft even.

The two of you moved in sync, perfect sync. No harshness at all, two people in love.

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NOT WHAT YOU THINK I AM —DR. SPENCER REID

Summary; The team is lead to believe that Spencer is the one in charge, and you don’t deny it. That is, until you’re both alone.

Contents; handjob (male receiving), dacryphilia, blackfem reader, sub!spencer, dom!reader, not much use of Y/n, workplace sex, cum eating, overstimulation.

“She always follows around you like some lost puppy, damn Y/n.” Morgan snickered, you knew he was just teasing, he knew better than to be serious.

You didn’t even realize,

Spencer would always help you with stuff. Your work, when sauce would make its way outside your mouth, even fix your hair for you.

You didn’t realize how under his control you looked, never crossed your mind. Both Spencer and you knew who was in charge, and he didn’t stray far from that in the bedroom.

You looked at him like he was God, but you never noticed. You’ve always stared at him like that.

So when Spence started acting more dominant in the workplace it didn’t bother you not one bit, even the teasing from Morgan.

It was pretty normal, normal things he’d do in public also.

He would lead you places, sometimes have the last say. Feed you, pull you onto his lap.

Only when Hotch wasn’t looking.

When rumours popped up saying Spencer was in charge of you, telling you what to do, how to act. Even going so far as to saying what he told you to do you did, no questions asked.

It was somewhat true, but it was only because you loved him. Of course you would do what he said, and so would he to you.

The shock you went through when you found out your sweet Spencer was the one spreading those terrible rumours.

When girls came up to you it started to become a problem. Telling you how lucky you were that Spencer was yours, how good he must be in bed.

He wouldn’t even lay a hand on you with your permission. It only made your anger grow when Morgan and Garcia joined in with the teasing.

You stared at him from your desk, watching him scribble down words you didn’t care about. Your blood was boiling, you were so mad inside but you looked so sweet on the outside.

Your pouty lips, skin glistening. It was truly a sight to see.

Spencer knew you were looking at him, he could feel your stare. That same stare that made him shiver.

You never acted dominant at work. You were soft and caring, never even rolled your eyes. It wasn’t like you weren’t soft and caring at home, but you never let bedroom you and work you mix.

Your Christian Louboutins clicked on the ground as you jumped off your desk, making your way towards your baby.

A black skirt molded around your body, a black blouse holding up your pretty titties to match with two buttons undone.

Once you got to his desk you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Boohoo.

Lowering yourself down towards his ear, “Spence?” You whispered, a smirk falling onto your face.

He nodded, wrong answer.

“You know I like words. You don’t wanna disappoint me, right pumpkin?” His head falling into his hands made you giggle.

His heart was racing, just like how it did every time you guys went home.

Holding your warm, soft hand out towards him you smiled softly, “C‘ mon baby, gotta talk to you.”

The man gulped, looking up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You knew he was trying to apologize, knowing exactly what he did wrong.

Emily was watching, and noticed Spencer’s sudden change. She knew something was up.

Shaking your head you kept your hand out, your eyes glaring at him, “Don’t keep me waiting Spencer. Let’s go.”

He listened, he always did. So when he grabbed your hand his stomach caved in when you tightly squeezed it, making him follow you where ever you were taking him.

When you guys were out of view from the team he started speaking quietly, like someone was gonna somehow hear him.

“Is something wrong Y/n? You can talk to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you peeked into a room that wasn’t occupied, it was dark, with the window slightly open showing a hint of light.

This was it.

Pulling him into the room, you shut it and made sure not to lock it.

“Sit.” He looked at the chair than back at you, confused.

He was right to be confused, he knew you didn’t mix home with work.

Putting a hand on your hip you kissed your teeth, “Do I have to say daddy for you to listen?” Stepping closer to him you internally grinned when he took a step back.

He was trying to hold in his whines, clearly wasn’t doing good enough because you heard him.

“Please daddy? Sit down?” You laughed, running your hands through your long, soft hair.

“Stop.” He mumbled. Frowning, you tugged on his tie, “Hm? I can’t hear you. Daddy can you speak up?”

He was psychically in pain, he knew he shouldn’t have spread those things. It was a matter of time before you found out.

“Is that how you want me to act Spence? The way I am right now isn’t good for you?” His eyes widened and he shook his head quickly.

“No! N-no. I like the way you act. I love it, please? M’sorry.”

You tsked, pouting. Pushing him down into the chair you thought about what to do with him.

“Are you satisfied? I can go now?” You shook your head smiling brightly.

“Take off your clothes Spencer.” He raised his brows, heat raising to his cheeks.

“Hu—Did I stutter? Clothes off, now. Keep the tie, hurry don’t make me bored.”

He shot up, pulling off his sweater before unbuttoning his shirt. He kept looking at you, a whine escaping his lips when he saw how annoyed you looked of him.

Made him so sad, now he just wanted to please you. Whatever you wanted him to do he’d do it.

No questions asked.

When he unbuttoned his pants and let them flood around his feet the man looked up at you for approval, you didn’t give it.

So he slid off his boxers, his hard on slapping against his pale stomach.

“Hmph, alright.” You looked uninterested, something he hated so bad.

“Please, I’m sorry,” You motioned for him to sit down, and he did, “Don’t matter now, want you want me to do now daddy?”

“No, please no,” Tilting your head you bit down on your plump, juicy lips, “What? You want me to sit down instead? Have you hurt me?”

Spence sniffled, he could feel the tears coming, “I want you to touch me, you can hurt me a-all you want. I’m yours.”

“Seemed like the other way around.”

Your hands crept down to his cock, squeezing the base. A yelp left his lips and you quickly covered it with your hand.

Something about him being completely naked and you all the way dressed made him twitch. Anything you did could make him cum, that’s one of the reasons you had to do multiple rounds with him.

Taking his pre cum and spreading it all over his member, you began making your pace. Starting soft from the base, you squeezed and turned once you got to the tip, his breath shaky and his hips stuttering.

“Shh, you want the whole team in here pumpkin? Have them see you looking like a slut, after you ran your mouth?” His big eyes locked with yours, you could see them fill with his salty tears.

When he blinked, you felt the wetness on your hand.

“Crying isn’t getting you out of this. All because you just had to be dumb, why Spence? I hate treating you bad, but you’re always in need of a punishment.”

Your hand fell from his mouth to his neck, gripping it tightly while pressing hard kisses and bites to his neck. He was so pale they were gonna be marks very soon, and he knew you didn’t care.

“I should find another boy, somebody who won’t be so bad. You think so?”

You were gonna do what you wanted, when you wanted.

“Hah.. fuck. No please, m’sorry, y-you know I’m sorry. I can.. can prove it to you. J..just let me.”

“Boohoo, if you don’t cum right now I’m gonna leave you here and take your clothes. You want that baby? Have them see how weird and sick you are?” You went faster, smirking when his chest fell closer to you, his forehead sweating.

You pulled him to your face by his tie, his tongue was at the side of his mouth, licking his dry lips. “Dr Spencer Reid the genius is a freaky pervert who likes to jerk off in the office.”

He couldn’t help but cry, you were always serious. You would ruin his career, and you both knew it.

All he could was apologize, mumbling incoherent apologizes while trying to keep his eyes open.

“Whose in charge?” Your hand wasn’t slowing down and he could feel the knot form, he needed to let go.

“Y-You.. fuck it’s you, pleaseee.” His voice was raspy and he knew he was about to come, you did too. That’s why you only started to focus on the tip.

He tried kissing you to mask his moans but you rolled your eyes, moving your face away from him. Spence had no other choice but to bite down on his bottom lip to hide it, it hurt so bad but he couldn’t make a sound.

His stomach clenched before he hurled towards you, breathing heavy through his nose trying to contain himself. You smiled to yourself, watching it flow out.

“Mhm, so much cum baby. Making me so proud. You know what?”

Stopping for a second, you let him look up at you, asking you to go on.

“I think.. you can do another one.” You scoffed when you heard him whimper. He couldn’t take it.

“Can.. can I just, just prove it to you. Let me touch you, can make you feel s’good. You know I can.”

While looking at him in disgust, you started your movements again. This time when he bit down on his lip, he drew blood.

It only excited you.

“What makes you think I even want you touch me? Don’t make me mad. Sluts don’t touch, you got it?”

“I-I, I’m gonna cum.” He didn’t respond to your statement but you didn’t care, your eyes watching the blood dripping his bottom lip.

“So soon? I think you can hold it pumpkin. Or else we’re just gonna have to another round?”

He nodded slowly, his head turning into the mush, “Aww, is the genius just a little whore now? Can’t speak, can’t even keep his pretty little eyes open.”

Trying his best to keep his eyes open, he looked up at you. Dried tears along with the new ones, bloody pink lips, hot red cheeks.

He looked to die. So cute, your dumb little slut.

“I can cum? Oh please let me cum.” You thought about it for a second, speeding up your movements while doing so. He choked on a moan, rolling his eyes back as your hand only focused on his burning hot tip.

“P-pleasee.. I’m so—fuck! Momma please, fuck please. I cant.. You know I-I can’t take it.”

“Please, yes you can. Don’t tell me what I know. I’ll count to 10, then you can cum, mkay?”

He desperately shook his head, he wasn’t gonna last. His legs were shaking, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling back.

“One.” You twisted and turned, the gross sound of you twisting and his gasps the only thing you could hear in the room.

“Six.” He was so close, so close he could feel it.

The man was looking at you the entire time, he wouldn’t take it eyes off you even if he couldn’t keep them open.

“Nine.” He was waiting for you to say ten but you wouldn’t. Spence couldn’t help but beg, but still you didn’t open your mouth.

It truly was funny to you, you liked the way he looked a mess. “Ten.” You mumbled annoyingly.

You didn’t want it to end, who would? “H-holy… mmfuck!” You covered his mouth once again as he let loose, he shot so much out it surprised you.

He shuddered every time you rubbed him up and down. His eyes were bloodshot red, hair all messed up and the tears looking so pretty, stained on his face.

You took his cum into your hand, coating them on your fingers you pushed them into his mouth. You had a strong grip on his hair, your manicured nails scratching scalp.

It made you giggle when his eyes shot open, he still was a good boy, making sure to clean your fingers dry.

“Good boy.” He had a dopey grin on his face, looking up at you in awe. You repeated his action, til he was all clean.

Pressing a deep kiss onto his lips it took him back, he couldn’t catch up. He was so tired, the man wouldn’t last at work.

You tasted the blood on your lips, making him wince while you moaned into the kiss. Still having a strong grip on him you tugged his head back so you could make dark marks on his neck and chest.

He couldn’t fight, he was too into it.

You stepped back, looking at what you did. “Hmph, what am I gonna do with you.”

By the time you got him all dressed again, and looking somewhat presentable the work day was basically over.

The clicking of your heels made the team turn towards you with their brows raised.

“Spence isn’t feeling so well, he’s all hot and not doing so good. I’m gonna take him home, bye guys!”

Morgan and Rossi eyed each other, then turned towards Spencer.

They couldn’t tell what he looked like, but JJ and Emily were smiling to each other in the back.

“Be good!” Emily called out, shrugging when Morgan looked at her strangely.

Xoxo, liah

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IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

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TESTING | — j.c

Summary; You’re testing a new type of chocolate you made on Jonathan.

Content; P in V, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, black fem reader, reader has female anatomy, sub!jon.

“Can you sit still? God.” You were standing over the doctor while he was in a straight jacket, sitting down in a chair trying to move even though both his legs were tied down to the feet of the chairs.

“I-It’s hard, you know. What the fuck was in that chocolate?” While turning hard to stifle your laugh, you turned your face away from his view.

A whine fell from his lips, licking over his swollen pink lips. This chocolate made him feel warm inside, too warm for his liking.

“Can you l-look at me Y/n, please?”

You and Jonathon didn’t share a home, but he always found his way into yours. It honestly made you mad, but no matter how many locks you get changed, he always finds his way in.

This time, when he arrived you weren’t there. Like he always does, he snooped. Throughout your living room, bathroom, only stopping in the kitchen.

He was so excited, you had made snacks.

There was brownies, chocolates, lollipops. You knew he liked chocolate, you were testing him.

So when he ate it, he couldn’t help but eat four out of the six you had made.

Why would you look at him, after his dumb decision.

You were in lingerie, pink striped bra along with the same itty bitty striped panties.

Your favourite, paired with black heels. You had just got out of the lab, and you came home to this.

The only reason you did it was to give him some sort of relief. It wasn’t in your plan for him to eat the chocolates, you were gonna test them on a random homeless dude you’d freshen up.

All because he was stupid, so stupid, that now you were in this predicament.

Although you couldn’t help but like how precious he looked.

Restricted and hot.

Jonathan really had enough, you were just watching him. His body language, the way he was reacting. Scribbling away in that clipboard of yours, lifting up your black glasses when they slid down your nose.

“Help me, c’mon?” Groaning, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“I did! Took off my clothes just like you asked, why do you have to be so ungrateful?”

A choked moan escaped from him, every insult, every word you let leave your lips made his skin crawl.

He was heating up, just from your stare, “I’m sorry, mmfu—please? D-Do something.” You pouted, your hands falling onto your hips.

Jonny barely said please, surprised you. This really did make anybody beg.

“What do you want? I wanna see how it affects you, okay? Wait, so impatient.” Huffing, you began bringing your attention back to to your clipboard.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” You yelled, jumping at the sudden presence of Jonathon.

He grinned at you, still stuffing his mouth with the chocolate. You tilted your head for a minute, until it clicked.

Running up to him, you took the last piece out of his hand, smacking him on the head. “You really shouldn’t have eaten this.”

The man rubbed his head, looking at you with the most confused look on his face.

“Ne—Need anything. I’ll take anything you give me at this point. Hurts so bad momma.”

He only ever called you momma once before. It was an accident really, you guys worked together you should’ve never got too close with him.

It happened though, you forgot it ever happened, blocking it out of your brain. He on the other hand, brought it up almost anytime you guys were alone.

You were done examining, now it was time to make it go away. Either he sat like this for at least twenty four hours; or, you helped him.

Crouching down a little bit, you smiled at him, “You want some relief Jonny?” He was sweating, eyeing her pretty pouty lips.

They were so big, so edible looking. “Mhm, p-please?” The doctor was panting, his heart beating out of his chest.

It made him so warm, he was feeling this unsettling warmness, and oh how it wouldn’t go away.

You unzipped his pants teasingly slow, a grin plastered on your face. His hips bucked up at the sudden feel, any touch by you made his stomach clench.

“Ohh f-fuck. Mhm, mmm. Please please please please?”

Giggling quietly, you watch him shake at the slightest touch. “Making you real desperate hm? Huh Jonny? Is it?”

You gripped his member, a shaky breath letting itself show, he wanted to cum, he needed to.

Two strokes in he was mumbling incoherent words to himself, a little tear falling down his face. He wasn’t sobbing, yet.

“I can cum? Fuck please? Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum. You’ll let me? I-I can’t hold it in momma.” You smirked, your covered tits hovering just in front of his face.

He could see, smell, but he couldn’t touch. The smell drove him to the end, made his legs shake and his heart pulsate way higher than the regular rate.

“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming.” Jonny couldn’t stop with the heavy breathing, made you get annoyed.

“Can you shut the fuck up Jonny? So loud, calm down.” He bit down on his bottom lip, stifling a moan as warm hot liquid shot from his needy tip.

Jonathan was shuffling so much, trying to get free from the straight jacket. It was so hard though; made him pout, and made happy you laugh.

“You aren’t escaping, you done? Ima little tired Jonny.”

“No! Fuck! Please please no, I can take more. I’ll show you, ju-just touch me again. I’ll give you more of me, I promise Y/n.”

Smiling brightly while playing with his cum, you kissed your teeth, humming a soft note.

Rubbing his warm nut all over his cock, you started again. This time you weren’t as nice, swiping your thumb over his tip while doing an up and down motion.

Jonny could feel it, felt so good but hurt so bad. You heard sniffling, moving your head up to see tears flowing down his face in a crazy speed.

“P-Please momma, I really want it. I’ll give you so, so much If you let me. Hm? How bout that Y/n? You want my cum?”

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes, “Every time we talk it’s always you asking the questions. You always wanna take the lead doctor, can’t you see you aren’t in the position to right now?”

“I’m sorry, oh fuck. It’s coming, it hurts so bad.” He sniffled, still more tears streaming.

“Oh stop that crying, don’t be a baby. You ate my chocolates, your fault not mine.” He couldn’t deny it was his fault, so stupid but so smart.

The knot in his stomach untied and he felt so little relief. He needed more, he wanted more.

“I-I know you’re tired, but I need more. I’m sorry, please?” You huffed. You weren’t tired, even though you made it seem so.

He was so needy, so dependent on you. Made your skin hot, made his skin hot.

“You’re gonna be begging me to stop.”

xo, liah

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THE ONLY ONE FOR ME | DR. SPENCER REID

Summary; When Spencer ‘accidentally’ flirted with another girl, you weren’t exactly thrilled.

Contents; P in V, humiliation, no protection used, begging, slight crying, black reader, reader has female anatomy, little bit mean reader, sub!spence, reader uses she/her pronouns, tiny blood kink, overstimulation.

“I didn’t even know! I- I was just talking back. You know, making conversation?” She crossed her arms, annoyance laced in her face.

“No, Spencer. I don’t know.” He pouted, staring up at her. The boy was sitting down on the edge of their shared bed, while Y/n stood over him.

“Do you really not know what she was doing? She rubbed your arm Spence! Why would she do that in a friendly matter?”

He tried to make words come out but it really was no use, her mind was already set.

“You want her don’t you? I saw the way your cheeks blushed, the way your eyes lit up. Leave.” Pointing towards the door.

“No! No.” He stood up quickly but shortly sat down due to the stare Y/n give him.

Spencer was a good boy. He waited til she was done talking to let his words through, even though he really wanted to interrupt her. Knowing it made her upset, also made him upset and he really wanted to prevent that.

“70% of people associated feelings of embarrassment or discomfort with receiving a compliment. S-So I couldn’t help but blush, you know I always get flustered, I’m not used to compliments Y/n.” She huffed, that she knew.

He kept on rambling, following her around the room with his eyes while she walked in circles. Y/n was removing her clothing, well; except her heels.

They were white Saint LAURENT Opyum heels. She liked designer, and if she could afford it, what’s the issue?

Spencer liked when she kept her heels on, and even though he was still taller than her, Y/n made him feel small.

“Wha- What are you doing?” Clicking her tongue, she shook her head, “I don’t know, you’re the profiler. You tell me Doctor Spencer Reid.”

The way she said his name made him shiver. “Stop. Please?” He sounded so cute, made her heart beat 10 times faster.

She got off her two piece, left in her white bra, along with the matching panties. A shaky breath left his mouth, he liked white. Y/n was teasing him, it’s like she planned for him to be flustered by a random girl.

Just to get him where they are now.

“I like when you beg, but how can I stop when I haven’t even touched you?”

Her hands fell on either side of his thighs, their noses almost touching. She could hear his heartbeat, made her giggle.

“What’s f-funny?” She licked her lips, “Oh nothing, just how hard you are under those jeans. You wanna feel some relief, yeah?”

Nodding his head frantically, he bit down on his lip, hard enough she knows it’ll leave a mark.

“But you just told me to stop.” Faking sadness with a pout, she brushed her nose against the tip of his. A whine slipped from his lips, so she connected their lips.

They moved together in sync, until she massaged her freshly manicured nails against his bulge. Y/n was going too slow, and even though his hips rutted against her hands, it just wasn’t enough.

“Please.” He mumbled against her lips. Hoping that since she smiled into the kiss, she would go easy on him.

So she waited, and waited. Until he realized that she wasn’t gonna go easy on him at all.

Slowly removing his left hand from the bed, he held the hand that was against his bulge and controlled her speed. Y/n was shocked, Reid wasn’t into being control at all, he really was needy for release.

Pulling away for air, she giggled loudly when he tried to chase her lips. “Slow your roll little guy, why are you in a rush?”

Y/n pulled her hand away a little as a tease, her brows raising when he kept her hand in place, applying slight pleasure to his covered cock.

“Please don’t go.” Tilting her head to the side she tangled her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp. When he moaned quietly, she stopped. A pout left plastered on his face.

“If you want something, I want you to say it straight up. No shortcuts Spence.” The man unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down so they flooded around his feet.

He looked up at her hoping it was enough, it’s like he couldn’t say stuff like that. Came out too nerdy and scientific.

Bending down into a squat, she brought both her hands up to massage his thighs, nowhere near where he wanted. “You want me to make you cum?” She cooed, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

“Yes! Mhm, please?” Y/n nodded, tugging his boxers down, he helped too. Lifting up his hips so it was easier.

So needy, he was.

When his dick hit his pale chest and was met with the cold air, he felt a shiver go through his whole body.

Neck hairs stood up in anticipation, she always made him guess what she was gonna do next. Always turning out to be better than what he imagined.

She licked a long stripe from the base of his cock towards the tip, bringing it into her mouth for a long suck.

“Mmf- I’m sorry, so s-sorry.” She let go out of it with a pop sound, licking her lips, “Sorry for what pumpkin?”

“Tal- Talking to her; responding, actually.” Y/n held the base with her right hand, clicking her tongue.

“Why you bringing her up, you want her do to this for you or something?” He shook his head fast, making her smile softly.

“Not at all, I- I want you only. You’re the only one for me Y/n, I won’t do it again. I’ll be good for you, promise.” Even during intimate times he always has to get it across to her that’s she’s the only one.

“I know baby, your dicks standing tall. Just for me, right?” Squeezing her hand, he thrusted up into it, a bright blush coating his face.

“Mhm momma, please just make it better. I’ll do anything.” Her brow rose, he didn’t know what he got himself into.

While her hand was squeezed around his base, the other was moving up and down. Almost too fast for Spencer.

He wasn’t gonna last that was for sure. He was always able to cum whenever unless told otherwise, and Y/n didn’t say anything.

She knew exactly when he was getting close, his chest grew heavier, and the boy would start to mumble words nobody could decipher.

So when that familiar knot in his stomach grew until it was about to unfold, he was gonna let loose. That was until she took her hands away.

“P- Please? Can I cum? Can you let me? I’ll be so good.” Standing up, she ordered him to get up higher on the bed, and that he did.

The look on his face was almost pornographic, the boy looked a mess. Messed up hair, flushed cheeks, and pink bruised lips.

“You want some help with that Doctor?” She touched his tip with her pointer finger, playing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t help but bite on his tongue, nodding so hard you would think his head would fall off.

“No please? Don’t be pathetic now. Where are your manners?” He shook his head, taking him outside his daze. His hair falling in front of his face.

“Please, can you help me? Need you so bad. I could cum right now.” Frowning, she sighed deeply, “I didn’t say you could though. You don’t listen to rules either?”

“I-I’ll listen to you! Wont cum, just.. please momma?”

Smirking, she seductively took off her panties, only added to the need he had to cum. Crawling up in between his legs like a man eater, she straddled him, ignoring his whines of annoyance.

Her wet folds went back and forth over his member, eliciting a shaky breath from Y/n. As she lifted up, his eyes fell down to the slick she left on him.

Y/n’s hands were on his shoulders, as the girl above him teased his tip. She would take him in, a choked moan escaping him, only to turn into a whimper when she lifted herself back up.

She wanted to build his tolerance, he was known for coming too quick.

Needed to train her boy.

“Oh please, am I not good? I deserve this, you. It hurts when you do that Y/n.” Holding his chin up with her right hand, “Why do you think that concerns me Spence, now shh. Can you do that?”

The grip on his chin was too harsh, he couldn’t talk. So he went for nodding instead. While he sunk down on his length, she leaned in for a kiss. His lips were plump, soft.

She bit down on his bottom lip, not letting go even when he whined and whimpered.

Not letting go until she tasted it, that tiniest bit of blood. Not only did Y/n taste that, she felt him. Felt him twitch inside her. The boy was so worried about the pain he didn’t even realize she bottomed out.

Pulling away with his blood on her lips she slowly licked them off, waiting for his reaction. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, they were glazed over.

“Pumpkin?” He hummed, his puppy eyes trailing up to hers.

“Whatcha think, yes or no?” Spencer smiled softly, his hands trailing to either side of her hips before nodding.

“Can you d-do it again?”

“Hmm, where?”

One of his hands lifted to point to his neck, before going back to its original place.

So she listened, slowly moving herself up and down on him while kissing and sucking on his neck. She didn’t wanna bite him again just yet.

Tangling her hands in this hair she lifted his head up to look at her, “You wanna cum?” He mumbled a yes, licking over where Y/n bit.

“M’close, so close. Please?” She smiled when she saw a tear, the way his voice sounded like he was holding back a buttload of tears.

“Doctor Reid wants to let loose huh? Bet it hurts so bad don’t it?” Pulling harshly on his hair he let out a sob, accompanied by a bunch of soft pleads.

“Hurts so bad momma, gonn—I’m begging you, can I? Please?” She made herself look like she was thinking about it, then clenched around him, throwing her head back.

“Close, I’m t-there. P-Please?” Shaking her head, a bright smile on her face, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

His eyes lit up, nodding. He was about to say something until she cut him off, “Then no cumming, shh.”

Her left hand scratched his pale chest, a line of red following. Y/n started nipping on his neck, before looking down at him.

“Cum whenever pumpkin.” Her teeth sinking into his skin. The boys eyes rolled back, his mouth wide open but no sound coming out.

He’d never waited this long for a nut, but the way it made him feel, he could wait longer next time.

She let his neck go, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, placing wet kisses along his jaw and chest.

When Spencer finished and came back to, Y/n was laid next to him. Her cunt filled with his mess.

The boy knew she didn’t cum, and he wanted to make it up to her; for what happened and the party.

Even though he was tired, he was never tired enough to eat her out. So he crawled towards her cunt, his hair messy and pink gloss kisses all over his face and body.

It was like he was in a dream, the way he snuggled in between her thighs, spreading them open just a little bit for more access.

Moaning at the taste of both of them combined, he whined into her when Y/n’s hands tangled Into his hair, tugging softly.

“You’re such a good boy.”

xoxo, liah

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FORGIVE ME | DR. JONATHAN CRANE

Summary; He’s so sorry for what he did, and he’s gonna prove to you just how much he is.

Contents; Face sitting (fem recieving), whiny/bratty Jonathan, degradation, cumming without touch, overstimulation, begging, black fem reader.

Her silky smooth skin rubbed up against his, he couldn't help but whine and try to get out of the restraints restricting him.

"I-I told you... fuck. I told you I'm sorry, how many times do I have to say this!" Jon was getting frustrated, how could Y/n do this to him. It wasn't enough, she wanted him to feel her rage.

Clicking her tongue, she rolled her eyes. "Why would you kiss her then? Bring her up to our hotel room like you guys were gonna get it on." The dr. was tied up to the bed, his hands tightly roped together along with his legs, ankles so tight he knew he'd have bruises the next day.

"Oh, please. I p- promise, okay? Promise It won't happen again, just let me cum." She shook her head slowly, her eyes seeping deep into his soul.

Y/n sat sideways towards Jonathan, her short French white manicure dancing creepily on his thighs, never touching where he truly wanted her to. Always going so close but so far.

"I love you, hm? You know I do momma. Made a mistake is all, I'm good. Aren't I?" She cooed, her warm hands getting tangled in his fluffy hair. He almost thought she was really gonna go easy on him, almost.

Jon gritted his teeth and whined carelessly when she tugged on it harshly, pulling his face as much as she could toward her. "You think I don't see through you?" She mumbled, fake pouting. He could feel and smell her icy breath on his neck.

This was the most Y/n had touched him in hours, he was glad but oh how he wasn't, "You're a pathetic slut, you crave attention so bad that when I don't give it to you, you look for random sluts?"

When she let go harshly he whimpered quietly, missing her harsh but loveable touch.

"You want somebody else to love you? Do you not think I give your ungrateful ass what you want?" A pout fell upon his face, trying to get out of his restraints.

"N- No! I only want you. I'm so sorry, forgive me." Chuckling lowly, she stood up. Her red bottoms clicked on the floor at each and every step she took.

Jonathan was completely undressed, with no type of clothing on his body. On the other hand, Y/n was dressed somewhat head to toe, with a small black mini skirt, black thigh garters, and her signature black lacy bra.

"I can untie you right now Jonny, you wanna go have fun with any slut you see? Ugh you're such a slut, aren't you?” He frantically nodded his head, he just wanted to please her.

"I don't want you to! I'm your slut, I'm yours. Please please please say it." She didn't want to make him happy. Wanted to break him down into a sobbing little mess.

"Now you're gonna tell me what to do? Thought you knew better than that." The man could feel the hot tears brimming, she was always so mean.

A choked moan fell from his lips when Y/n held the base of his needy cock, precum already spilling from his tip. "Why do you have to be so pathetic baby? It's embarrassing, really." He was panting loudly as her hands started an up and down motion, it hurt so good.

"M'thank you, fuck t- thank you." She pouted her lips, he really was so cute sometimes, "Language, now shut the fuck up. Don't wanna hear a peep from you. You can cum when you feel like it, okay Jonny?"

He nodded appreciatingly, she only had the tiniest bit of niceness in her body, and he loved it so much.

A small smile crept onto her face, holding one hand at the base while she moved the other one in a half circle, so fast his vision was blurring.

"S- Slow... Slow? P- Please?" Jonny was breathing so heavily you couldn't even hear anything else. Y/n wasn't smiling, "I tell you to shut up and you don't listen? Why are you such a brat? So fucking annoying."

Wanting to be quiet for her, he tried his best. Only letting out a small whimper when she grazed over his tip.

She said he could cum whenever, so when he felt that pit in his stomach when her mouth attached to his needy head, oh he couldn't help it.

Y/n lightly grazed his dick with her teeth, he only liked it when he was getting punished, to induce the pain. Only doing two strokes of that, the girl sucked on his tip, her tongue swirling around it. That's what made tears fall down his face, when they reached his mouth he just licked them off.

His body tensed up and he choked back a moan, but Y/n didn't care. Humming and continuing her work she smirked when his warm liquid coated the walls of her throat.

It kept going, and she kept sucking. Milking him for all he had. When he finished completely, she slowly moved up off him, waiting for him to come back into reality. While he was doing so she scooched up, placing little tiny kisses along his jaw, circling down to his chest and back up.

"Thank you t- thank you, I'm sorry for what I did." Looking at her smiling softly with a blank stare he should've known at that moment, she wasn't finished.

"You wanna eat miss out? Hm?" Her voice was soft and innocent, yet her words were far from it. Lightly giggling when he nodded his head repeatedly.

She had no panties on under and her man always had a thing for short skirts, so she kept it on.

“Don’t do that, let me help you. Please.” Y/n was teasing him. He couldn’t pull her thighs down when she hovered over his face, licking his lips seeing how her wetness dripped down on her thigh.

“P- Please? I’m sorry, do you want me to beg? I- I can beg miss, if you want.” Y/n held onto his tied up hands while slowly lowering herself down into his mouth.

Letting out a sigh when his mouth came in contact with her heat, “You’re so good baby, fuck. I’m thinking bout forgiving you.”

Moaning into her cunt, he lapped up all of her juices, savouring the taste. She barely let him eat her out, and if this made her forgive him. Jonny would do anything.

The man was great with his mouth, playing with her clit with his tongue. “Mhmm, make me cum Jonny.”

Her hands tangled into his hair, her sharp nails scratching against his scalp making him groan loudly. He was so close, she didn’t even know.

Jonny let Y/n rub herself onto his face, using him for her own pleasure.

Her legs trembled and she lost balance, sitting directly onto his face. Jonathan did his best, sucking up every single drop she let go, his whimpers being muffled underneath her.

“Wow little Jonny, y- you’re actually useful for something.” She stood up, and got off the bed, not bothering to look at the man tied up.

When she did though, a laugh erupted from her. She kept going, the sound of her giggling made him feel small; humiliated.

“How embarrassing Jonathan.” He didn’t wanna look her in the face.

“I’m sorry.” The man sounded so embarrassed, oh how she loved that. “You wanna do it again? I think you can baby.”

He shook his head, he hated when she overstimulated him. “No, no. I said I’m sorry, c’mon? It hurts.”

While crawling up onto the bed towards him she smirked, her pearly whites making his heart jump.

“But I like when you hurt. Don’t you wanna make miss happy?” He didn’t wanna nod, and he didn’t wanna shake his head no.

Her nails scratched into his skin, red lines making their mark.

When her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a grunt, his eyes rolling back.

“Lets do it again, yeah?”

xoxo, liah

[cemeterygirlrocks]

JUST LET ME SHOW YOU | CHARLIE WALKER

Summary; You’re going to show Charlie just how special he is.

Contents; P in V, slightly degrading words, praise, slight mommy/momma kink, unprotected sex, handcuffs used, reader uses she/her pronouns, baby/baby boy used by reader a ton, Charlie has a slight pain kink, overstimulation, slightly mean reader, black girl reader.

Charlie was feeling down, Y/n was just such a pretty girl. The way her hair flows, her pretty white teeth flashing anybody who made her giggle.

Her soft, light brown skin. It felt like silk against his fingertips. Oh, how bad he loved Y/n.

He didn’t know why she liked him, he was so basic, an insane nerd, just a boy weirdly obsessed with horror movies. Although thats the exact reason why she was so obsessed with Charlie.

The boy was just so different from what she was used to. Men always wanted her to submit, even though that’s not how she saw fit. She liked seeing them squirm, pout, beg. It made that familiar feeling pool in the pit of her stomach.

Y/n had never admitted it though, but he knew. Charlie always knew what she wanted, it’s like he could read her mind.

Both of them were sitting down on the couch in Charlie’s living room. She was straddling him, while the boy softly sobbed in her chest.

“Baby, Shh. Please tell me what’s wrong.” Her soft words only helped him a little bit, the girl knew she was wrong, but Y/n couldn’t help but feel a heartbeat as she watched him cry.

Looking back up at her with teary eyes, he shuffled while his hands stayed tight on her waist.

Y/n dressed up to see her boyfriend, she almost always did. Soft black curls in her hair, a white cropped tank top, and an oh so tiny mini skirt.

Underneath, a matching set was shown. It was Charlie’s favourite color on her, soft blue. He could see it through his glazed over eyes, it wasn’t his fault when his dick jumped.

Tilting his head up by his chin when he shamelessly looked down, her brows furrowed, “You gone tell me baby? Or am I going to have to make you?” Her voice came out condescending, a fake pout landing on her face.

He whined, the poor boy whined, “Please.” Raising a brow she huffed, “Please what Charlie?” Hating when she called him Charlie, he huffed.

“I.. I just don’t know why you like me. You know you could have anybody, but you chose me. It just doesn’t seem real.” She knew he was gonna keep talking so she hushed him up.

Y/n pulled her shirt off, it was slow but fast. The girl knew the minute he saw her lift a bit of her clothing off his eyes would widen, biting down on his lip.

Clicking her tongue, she frowned, “Little Charlie, I know I could have anybody. The thing is, I only want you.” Y/n could feel his dick twitch below his jeans, the bulge pressing against her clothed cunt.

“Y-You do?” He sighed, trying to hold in his whimpers. His girlfriend nodded her head sweetly, but there was a hint of teasing in her actions.

“Of course I do baby! You’re just so… wow. I love you baby, you know I do. You also know how upset you make me when you doubt me. Don’t you charchar?”

Charlie nodded, licking his lips that ran dry, “Words make me happy baby, you know this.”

“I know, m’sorry.” Patting his cheek twice, she smiled. That pretty little smile that made his stomach turn. His eyes never came up to meet hers, stuck on the blue laid out covering her chest.

“Can you take it off? Please.” She knew what he was talking about, oh but how cute is he when he begs.

“Take what off? So vague baby boy.” The way his grip tightened on her waist, she knew her baby was getting needy.

Every time he tried to kiss her she moved her face, only adding on to how bad he wanted his momma.

“Please take your bra off mommy, I won’t doubt you ever again.” Giggling, she leaned in cutting the gap off between the two.

They were made for each other, Charlie loved the way she tasted. Y/n smirked into the kiss when he opened his mouth for her, letting her tongue explore.

When she pulled away for air, she didn’t think before biting his lip while pulling away. Softly chuckling when her poor baby whines loudly.

“Y/n please, p-please.” The way he looked up at her with those sad eyes, he was so cute.

His dried tears, with his plump pink lips.

“Only cause I want to.” She unclipped her bra strap, letting it fall before tossing it beside them.

He could feel himself get close, the familiar feeling in his stomach, the way he could almost see white.

“I’ma cum, can I cum? Oh fuck, please please.”

Y/n guided his mouth towards her nipple, letting out a sigh when he immediately got to work. Licking, sucking, softly biting.

“I just love your mouth baby, nobody else makes me feel the way you do. You’re so good to me.” He didn’t hide the moans and whimpers falling from his lips.

The boy knew just how much she liked to hear him, every noise he made. They only got louder once she grounded her clothes cunt on his sensitive cock.

“No.. no, stop. I’m gonna cum too fast please, you know I’m gonna cum fast.” Even the tight grip on her hips didn’t stop how fast she moved, she threw her head back trying to keep the small amount of pleasure she got going.

The way he begged made her happy, could even make her cum. It just wasn’t enough, that was until she felt herself clench around nothing when a warm liquid made its way to the tip of his pants.

“Oh shit, Im sorry. Mommy please, I’m sorry.” She scoffed, she didn���t remember giving him permission.

He looked like he was fucked dumb, even though she barely touched him.

“Wow.. and here I was thinking you were good.”

He instantly felt like crying, he didn’t wanna disappoint her, “I-I can go another round, I’ll be good for you, please I can take it.”

His hands fell to his sides, sniffling quietly. So when a whine escaped from his lips Y/n looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw her boy with tears in his eyes.

“Crying cause you’re a bad boy? Oh, I’m so sad Charlie.” Clicking her tongue she shuffled off his lap, standing up and looking down on her pretty boy.

Hair ruffled, cheeks coated with blush. Cute, yes he is.

“I’ll be good, c’mon mommy let me show you,” She pushed his hands down when he tried to lift them to pull her towards him, “No Charlie, let me show you.”

The boy below her nodded his head, he just wanted to be good. So when Y/n got on her knees and unbuckled his jeans, he pulled his hips up so she could take both his boxers and jeans off easier.

His tears have been dried, but they started pooling again when she scratched his thighs with her sharp french white tips.

“Mm, It hurts Y/n.” Her eyes met his as she massaged where she scratched. Her wetness growing when she saw how red the marks were.

“You want me to st—No! No, please please don’t stop, fuck please.” She ignored the interruption, a small smirk growing on her face.

Charlie loved the way her lips looked, all plump and juicy. He loved when she let him cum on her lips.

She could see right through him, exactly what he wanted, “You wanna nut again on mommy’s lips baby? Let her taste you?” He frantically nodded, his breathing growing heavier just thinking about.

“Mommy likes words baby, you know this.” Wetting his lips, Charlie felt like he was on cloud 9, “Yes fuck, please oh please.”

He hadn’t even been touched yet, already begging for relief. The boy hadn’t even gone soft, standing hard and tall for his only girl.

When her cold hand came in contact with his hot needy cock, he couldn’t help but feel more tears trailing down.

“Why you being such a crybaby?” Her question went unanswered as her hand only stroked his tip, “I-I can’t go much longer, so close.”

“That doesn’t answer my question CharChar, you want me to put back on my bra?”

“No! Don’t do that t-to me, I’m good. Aren’t I being good?” She couldn’t help but shake her head, trying to keep her laugh in but failing.

“S’mean.” Her ears perked up, “Mean? I’m mean? I’m touching you right now aren’t I? Tell me again whose mean.” The squeeze on his tip along with the way her nipples were coated in spit, his spit. It was all just too much, it and her words made his stomach turn.

“M’close, mm fuck I’m close. C-Cumming, oh shit I’m cumming!” Y/n milked him through his high, moving up closer to make his wish come true. She didn’t lick her lips until he came to, his eyes glazed over just watching her.

He tasted so good, everything about Charlie was so amazing, it was crazy he doubted the way she felt about him.

“You wanna kiss baby?” His whole body shuddered when she kept going. It hurt so good, he would truly do anything for her, anything she asked.

Nodding, he let her take control. She always took control, another thing she was obsessed with.

Y/n’s lips slightly moved more experienced then his, he was a good kisser. Although when she was stroking him at the pace she was, he couldn’t help but fall behind. Mumbling straight nothings against her lips.

Didn’t even wanna breathe, chasing the feeling of her plump lips against his, “W-Wait, shit.” She hummed, accepting his question.

“Wanna taste you again.” Y/n shrugged, her lips wrapping around his tip making him jolt up, almost putting his whole length in her mouth. She didn’t mind, loved when he was eager.

“Sorry, I’m sorry pretty.” Humming around his cock, a whine escaped from him, it was painful, but he liked it. Oh, how bad he loved it.

“I’m gonna cum again, can I in you? Wanna make mommy feel good.” She smiled, nodding. Y/n knew he would nut so quickly, but then she would just use him. Use him for her pleasure.

“Take your shirt off baby.” He wiped his tears away, doing exactly as she asked. Charlie was a pretty fraile boy, but Y/n liked it. How pale he was, how fast she could mark him.

She was gonna slowly pull off her skirt, but he stopped her. Looking up at her with his big blue eyes.

“Can you keep it on?” Y/n pulled her panties down, locking eyes with him, “Magic word?” He couldn’t speak when she got back to straddling him, ignoring his needy cock and kissing on his neck.

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy. What’s the magic word Charlie.” He hated when she called him Charlie, only did when she was upset.

“Please mommy, keep it on?” Her giggle made his heart beat so fast, she always laughed during sex. It made it not so awkward, just cause Charlie was always nervous.

She didn’t want him to be too loud, so when she brought him in for a kiss it was only to muffle the loud groan that left his lips when she slowly sunk down his length.

When she sat down at the bottom, she let him adjust to the feeling of her suffocating his worn out cock.

“C-Can you move now? Please move, I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m sorry.”

“Mm, don’t be baby boy. I love you okay? Only you.”

He nodded his head fast, not able to reply. It got worse when she started moving, her movements being so fast and so meaningful.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck! Im so close.” He pouted, Charlie was always loud. Too loud sometimes, they got a knock on the front door once.

So when she covered his mouth with her hand, it wasn’t exactly to shut him up, just muffle it.

She kept her movements as she talked to him, he loved when she talked to him. Y/n didn’t need him to answer, just needed him to listen.

“I love you CharChar, only you. Nobody makes me, fuck. Nobody makes me as happy as you do. My forever boy, don’t need nobody else but you baby boy.” He whimpered against her hand, the feeling of hot tears seeping onto her palm.

A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt him shoot up into her, “You’re such a good boy, my good boy. I just, shit, I love you baby.”

Her climax was approaching and that’s when she went faster. Knowing he was probably crying due to the pain, she wanted to reach it as fast as possible.

“Ima cum, oh fuck Ima cum!” He twitched inside her when he heard her moan his name as her liquid coated his dick. Every time she clenched around him he sobbed, the pain and pleasure mixing.

“I love you too Y/n.”

xoxo, liah.