#rowan laslow smut

[reflectuions]

NSFW PORN LINKS ; wednesday edition

a/n: this does not include anyone from the cast of wednesday who are underage such as moosa (plays as eugene ottinger!). anyways, i hope u like this as much as i do >_< if there are any other characters u would like for me to do, lmk so i can make a pt 2!!!

☆ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

wednesday eating u out >0<

riding wednesday like ur life depends on it!!!

wednesday teasing you :(

the both of u kissing intimately, so cuteee

★ ENID SINCLAIR

vibrator on both of ur clits bc it feels so fucking good!!!

double sided dildo to please each other ^ ^

what enid sent u while u were away

fucking after class (^O^) ♥︎

☆ AJAX PETROPOLUS

ajax fingering you in the car!!!

propping up your leg to let ajax fuck into you >_<

riding ajax in public, hoping u 2 don’t get caught

ajax just loves fucking into u ♥︎

★ XAVIER THORPE

first time w temperature play!!

sloppy kisses w xav as he plays with ur tits :0

xavier’s cum spilling out of you

kisses are his favorite thing to do with you ^_^

☆ BIANCA BARCLAY

what bianca sends u when she’s needy for u :(

playing with bianca’s pussy!!! so cuteee

using her pretty face to cum ^0^

when she’s needy for u pt2 hehe

★ ROWAN LASLOW

riding touchy!rowan o(>ω<)o

riding rowan’s pretty face!!!

making out with u is his fav to do :(

playing with his flushed cock ^_^

[mmoonpies]

hear me out: standing outside rowans dorm to surprise him but you hear him jerking off in his room 👀

a/n: okay i just wanna say, brilliant idea, and i had so many ideas for it but i couldn't put it into one. so, i want to make a part 2 to this fic where the actual smut occurs, but combine it with a different request. so there will be a part 2 to this fic!

warnings: slightly perverted behaviour, smut, male masturbation, gender-neutral reader, nsfw, 18+.

taglist: @oprvah @diamondgr1

part 2 here.

the quiet patter of your feet hitting the rickety floors beneath you bounced off of the surrounding walls while you rushed down the hallway, trying your best to be quiet. your hands were clutched around a small gift package, wrapped neatly with a small dainty bow threaded around the package.

you could feel nausea hitting the edges of your stomach as you approached rowan's door, holding your breath as you began to rehearse the scenario in your head once more. although his birthday was tomorrow, you wanted to get in early and surprise him.

you weren't sure if he would receive any other gifts from people - you didn't want to sound cruel, but he'd be lucky if he even got a happy birthday from anyone apart from you and xavier. you knew his reputation in nevermore - how could you not? - but that didn't stop you from trying your best to befriend him.

rowan seemed a little withdrawn at first, despite your best efforts. he would hardly acknowledge you as you chose to sit next to him, bluntly stating his name after you introduced yourself to him. he took it as a sick joke at first, another attempt to make fun of him. but, eventually, he began to warm up to you, exchanging small conversations with you during class and shyly accepting your invitation to sit at lunch together.

the more you got to know rowan, the more you realised how sweet but fragile he was - his smile - which was rare to see - was genuine and warm, and his eyes would water slightly water whenever someone would make a teasing jab at him but he made sure to not show it as he rolled his eyes and looked away, pretending to focus on the notes scribbled down in his book.

your friendship grew even more as you began to invite him to the weathervane, his invites to study with him in either his library or dorm and even his invites to sneak you into the nightshades library. his eyes became softer around you, a little colour dusting his cheeks as he couldn't bite back his soft smile whenever he made eye contact with you.

which is why you stood outside his dorm room, the gift in hand while your heart began to race. your fingers wrapped around the rustic metal doorknob, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to gather yourself.

just as your wrist begins to twist, a strange muffled noise comes from his room. your hand pulls back from the doorknob, head turning from side to side to see if anyone else is around, trying to find the source of the noise.

but you're alone.

you press your palm flat against the wooden door, leaning in with your head to the side, the shell of your ear grazing against the wood. you attempt to listen in, trying to hear the noise again to find the source of it.

it's silent for a while, and you are painfully aware of just how idiotic and perverted you look right now. you strain your ears, listening for the noise as your eyes squint at how focused you are. you're just about to give up as you hear another muffled noise.

"y/n..."

the rest was indistinguishable, but it was clear enough for you to hear your name. you quickly jump back from his door, panic seeping into your stomach. you frantically look around, looking for a place to hide but you're frozen with fear.

unknownst to you, rowan's hand is wrapped around his cock, his other slapped over his mouth as he desperately tries to keep quiet. his hips buck into his tightened fist, rocking into his hand with mindless movements.

his eyes are tightly shut as he thinks of you; your face, your voice, your body, picturing you in sinful positions. and he knows he shouldn't, but he does so anyway.

he can't help but think about pressing you against a wall, hands pinned above your head as your lips crash against his, desperation and lust fuelling the two of you. his knee sliding up between your legs to press against your crotch, a shy moan vibrating against his lips at the feeling of his knee catching the seam covering your crotch.

he can't help but think about watching your face as he forces his cock deeper into you, stretching you open, just for him. hearing you call out his name, your voice whiny and desperate as you grip at his skin, nails digging into his shoulder bones.

all for him.

rowan's hand drops from his mouth, and his hand tugs at his reddened and weeping cock, desperate for release. his strokes increase as he can feel his stomach tightens while his hips grow tight, the breath falling from his lips short and heavy.

"fuck me."

your face is flushed a deep red as you listen in, the small sense of shame thrown away as arousal flares through your stomach. your free hand is slapped against your mouth, and you're not even sure if it's from shock or trying to stay quiet so you can prey a little longer.

your body recoils at your own thought, shame flooding through your body once more as you realise how disgusting and perverted you were to listen to him masturbating. you quickly push away from the door, gripping your gift and turning to leave.

"fuck, y/n, oh my god, more please..."

the clear sound of your name makes your stomach fall to your feet, nerves tingling through your body as you shiver at the sound. your breath quickens as well as your heartbeat as cold realisation washes over you; he's masturbating to you.

you're frozen as a million thoughts run through your mind, faster than you can comprehend as you gulp. you're unsure of what to do - but are you really?

you know you should walk away right now and return tomorrow to give him his gift, and pretend everything was normal between you two; you know you should keep it a secret and confess to him any other time than right now. you know you should leave the situation behind you and pretend it never happened.

against your better judgement, you turn back around and knock on his door, mind blank even though your mind is screaming at you to turn back.

rowan's blood runs cold as he hears a hollow knock on his door, his heart momentarily stopping as panic settles in. he rushes to pull his boxers and pants back up his body, dazed and flustered as he stands up, shuffling his pants over his hips.

"just-just a second!" his voice cracks, making his cheeks grow darker as he hurriedly pulls a shirt over his body. his bulge still obvious and throbbing against the constricting material. he swallows harshly as he walks over to the door, running his hands through his hair and trying to hide the bulge in his pants as best as he can.

he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his neat, well-kept and normal composure before opening the door. his stomach twists before dropping to the bottom of his feet, feeling as if he was punched in the stomach.

your cheeks are slightly flushed as you stare up at rowan, taking in his dishevelled appearance. his white buttn-up shirt is twisted to the side slightly while his pants are wrapped lower down his hip-bones than usual and his tie is half-untied. his hair is messy, separated into strands and slightly sweaty. his face is the same; a small glisten of sweat visible on his cheeks as a light red blush covers his cheeks.

"hi rowan, happy birthday!" you squeak out, thrusting the gift outwards towards him without another word. you can't even look him in the eye, your gaze dropping to the floor as you gulp.

"oh, thank you," he timidly takes the gift off you, sheepishly smiling as he lowers the gift to hide the obvious bulge he's spotting you slightly retreat from him, still keeping your gaze averted.

a beat of silence.

you awkwardly shift in your position before you can rowan's adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. you both look at each other at the same time before quickly looking elsewhere, gushing out small apologies.

"did i-"

"do you-"

your voices both overlap each other before cutting short at the realisation of the other speaking. you cringe at the awkward atmosphere between the two of you, silently wishing you had just turned back and waited until tomorrow.

"i'm sorry, i don't know why this is so awkward," rowan apologises, bowing his head despite knowing exactly why it's awkward - at least what he knows of the situation. "do you wanna come in?"

he steps back and opens the door wider, offering you a small curved smile. you nod and force a small smile in return, stepping into his room. he closes the door and follows after you, staring at the neatly wrapped gift in his hand.

"i'm sorry i didn't convey my appreciation as well as i should have," rowan's voice is sincere as he apologises, but you're hardly listening - your head becoming a blur as realisation settles deep within your chest. "I've just never gotten a gift before so..."

you turn around to finally make eye contact with him. his face is soft as he balances the gift in his hands, eyes glimmering with a shy happiness that only you get to see. you take a step towards him, nerves tingling all over your body as you stare at him, unable to think straight.

"forgive me for being ignorant, i didn't mean to upset you with my reaction, i was just uh," he stutters for a second. "not expecting you to show up."

you smile while he lets out a small laugh at his own behaviour, eyes glancing back up from the present to make eye contact with you. you can hardly hold it, knowing that merely moments ago, this man was jerking off at the thought of you.

"truly, it does mean a lot though," his voice is quiet and shy, cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink. he gently places the gift down onto his desk before turning his body towards you, hands sliding into his pockets. "especially from you."

you look over your shoulder, your eyes looking up at rowan through your lashes, which almost knocks the breath out of him. you turn your body towards him before walking towards him before you can stop yourself.

his eyes slightly widen at the feeling of your body warmth as you press against him, biting his lip as he tries his hardest to push down his arousal. you grip his tie, pulling his head down.

"i can't do this anymore," you sigh. "can i kiss you?'

his eyes widen even further, cheeks flushing a deep red as he opens his mouth to say something before he shuts it closed. he can't do anything but nod slightly.

you softly press your lips against his, leaning in further as he shyly kisses back. you drop your grip from his tie to cup his cheek, guiding him as he pulls back before leaning in for more. it's pure and full of vulnerability as you both fall into each other. it sends a wave of relief over the two of you as if a weight on your shoulders had fallen off.

you pull away first, smiling at him before standing back up properly. your fingers move to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear as you lean in towards his ear.

it's cruel and you know it.

your other hand slides down to cup the obvious bulge straining against his pants. he sucks in a sharp breath, shoulders rolling back as a shiver runs up his spine.

"need some help?"

[leadpoisioning]

Radiohead

Creep!Rowan Laslow x Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+) ((Rowan is a creep, a weirdo-, obsessive?, toys, oral fixation, praise))

Word Count: 1,457

Rowan pays a visit to your dorm during your study session with Yoko that gets cut short due to ironic circumstances.

It was hard for Rowan to fit in. Being a part of the Nightshades hardly accounted for anything socially, no one else knew they existed. Even then, besides Xavier, they didn’t really talk to him. It was pitiful, but it had its perks. No one really paid any kind of attention to him, he could practically walk around anywhere without the risk of being interrogated thoroughly. He was using this to his advantage at the moment, casually striding through the dorm halls during class time.

There was only one thought in his mind as his feet took him to the desired destination. You, as he made his way to your dorm. You were currently across campus with your roommate, Yoko. He overheard you speaking with her last period during botany class about studying afterwards. That’s when this plan cultivated in his mind. He’d always fantasized about your room. He could only imagine, as there was no way you’d ever talk to him- let alone invite him over. He decided to take a peek on his own account. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He finally reaches the dorm marked with various vampire signs, curtesy of Yoko. He tries the doorknob and sighs in relief when it opens with ease. He quickly slides in and takes a quick glance to make sure he’s alone. Then, he zeroes in on the side that is evidently yours. His heart races with excitement as he takes in your decorations. He loves them, he loves them because they perfectly match you. He bites his lip, suppressing the thought of being caught. Yoko took studying very seriously, and you wouldn’t be back for another hour or so- besides he couldn’t get any further down on the weirdo chain than he already was. He couldn’t lie to himself though; the thought also thrilled him.

After observing the outer layer of your side, he digs deeper. His breathing gets heavier, shaky hands reaching for your dresser doors. The first one he opens displays your underwear. Lucky guess. He resists the urge to take any, feeling that a sick kind of good karma would surely come his way if he chose not to steal. However, he picks a pair up and takes a deep inhale before putting it back. He closes it and instead opts for your bedside drawer. Sitting on your bed, he opens it, not knowing what to expect. What he does find, makes him have to take a spritz of his inhaler. The drawer contains a few personal items. Extremely personal. He can’t look away, studying them very carefully. Until he hears your laugh.

God, any other time he would love to sit still, pretend they were laughs caused by him- but now he has to move. He slams the drawer shut and rolls under your bed, hoping you didn’t need anything stored under here- or maybe he hoped you did just so he could see you. His pants were already tight, he quietly readjusts as you approach the bed. It dips a bit as you take a seat where he previously was.

“Whatever, I’ll be back at like eight, Enid wants to go over botany notes too. Also, lock the fucking door if you leave!” Yoko states, walking out and shutting the door behind her. You sigh, finally glad to be rid of her for a while. Rowan bites his lip, sensing the bed shift as you lay back. His eyes widen when he hears you open the drawer. Quietly, he shifts onto his back, waiting.

Soon, a faint buzz fills his ears. Rowan believes he has died and gone to a better place. Tentatively, his hand moves down to his aching cock, massaging it in time with your labored breaths from above the mattress. His hips buck when your whimpers grow more desperate and needy. He’d give anything and kill anyone just to be the one who made those noises come from you. He freezes when you moan louder, not at the volume of it- but what exactly you uttered.

“Rowan… fuck…” Your hips rut against the vibrating toy. As soon as you heard the door angrily lock from Yoko, you eagerly tugged your pants and underwear down. Rowan had looked extra handsome in class today and you noticed. You could barely focus in class, much less when Yoko and yourself went to study. You just had to cut the session short and hope she wouldn’t insist on staying with you.

Rowan can barely breathe, but he can’t risk the inhaler alerting you. But something else does instead. There is a series of quick knocks at the door. You huff in frustration and slam the toy back into your drawer. Rowan takes a spritz right as you get off the bed, masking it under the louder sound of the springs. You pull your pants up and open the door, allowing the guests to enter. He silently seethes as he watches familiar black shoes stride in. Wednesday. Always ruining his plans.

“Oh let him down, he can explore.” You chuckle, Rowans blood runs cold as Wednesday lets Thing down onto the ground. The appendage no doubt notices him, but decidedly ignores him as he crawls up onto the bed. “So what’d you need?” You turn to Wednesday.

“Rowan Laslow. I want your thoughts on him. Based on my observations you are the most trustworthy person I could expect to ask.”

“Oh, thanks. Well, Rowan…” You think for a moment. “He’s very intelligent, kind of a loner, save for Xavier, but that’s not a bad thing. I don’t really know him all that well. I’d ask Xavier if you want real information on him though- they’re roommates.” You explain. His heart swells hearing you describe himself, it almost makes him forget about Wednesday inquiring about him. He’ll have to check that out later.

“Thank you.” She nods and promptly leaves your room, Thing in tow.

This is when Rowan gains a spur of confidence. The way you described him, your moans, all signs that he could reveal himself to you and be accepted if he played his cards right. You’re still faced the door when he leaves the confines of the underside of your bed. He hesitantly approaches you. You turn around with your head down, eyes widening at the sight of his shoes. You look up, eyes meeting his.

“I’m flattered, Princess.” He lustily gazes at you through the lenses of his glasses. You can’t seem to muster the words to say anything. His hand reaches up to your chin, and his face gets impossibly close to your own. “Just say the word and I’ll take care of you.” He promises, evidently having heard your previous whines.

“Please.” You whimper, he wickedly grins and attacks your lips with his own.

Soon, he’s taken control and pushes you down onto your bed, now in between your unclothed legs. You pant, watching him carefully. He reaches over to your drawer, you look away embarrassed. His hand moves your face to look at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Princess. I don’t blame you. But, if you wanted the real thing you could’ve just asked.” He teases, kissing your temple while he moves back to sit in between your legs. You see which toy he’s chosen, excitedly anticipating his next move. He turns the toy on and off, having noticed the wetness on it from before you’d had to put it away. You bite your lip, watching as he brings it closer to his face. He drags it against his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tastes you. When the toy is deemed clean by him, he edges it towards your cunt.

He holds your hips down with his watch clad arm, resting the vibrating toy against your clit. Your hips involuntary buck up, his arm keeping you steady.

“Stay still, don’t you want to be good for me?” He murmurs, looking up at you through his lenses. You quickly nod and try to gain control of your lower half. He taps the toy against your pussy, drawing it through your soaked folds. You grow louder, gasping at the change of direction. Rowan was already close, just being in your dorm alone and being able to witness your intimate possessions was already enough for him- he had to do something, and quick. He tosses the toy back into your drawer. “Lay down on your side.” He orders, beginning to undo his own pants. You quickly do as your told and wait, feeling him lay down behind you.

Rowan places his hand in front of your mouth. “Spit.” He uses your saliva to generously jerk his cock as he rests his head on your shoulder. His hand wedges in between your thighs and raises the one on top, exposing your pussy to the air, before feeling him push against your ass, letting his cock rest in your folds before moving back and forth. He bites your neck, working the skin with his teeth to turn purple. Finally, he gains the courage to enter you. One hand moves to grip your thigh, while the other breaches your mouth, urging you to focus on sucking his digits. Your tongue swirls around them while he focuses on thrusting up into you.

You suck harder on his fingers as he gets more forceful with his movements, hearing the slap of his hips meeting your ass.

“So good for me.” He murmurs into your neck, feeling you clench around his cock at the praise. “My pretty girl.” Your stomach tightens at the sudden influx of compliments and pushes you closer to your release. Your mouth hangs agape, he removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth, finally kissing you again. His hand moves down to your clit, playing with it roughly. It’s all too much and you whine out a warning before coming undone around his cock.

Your strangled moan, the feel of your juices flooding around his cock, being caught in your room, it was all entirely too much for Rowan to handle at once and he buries his face into your cheek while his cum shoots up into you. He’s a fucking creep, and he knows it- but it got him this far.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

rowan laslow 🕴🏻🔪 me want rowan

yessir 🫡🫡

warnings; not proofread, smut ( p in v ), kissing, teasing, rowan abuses his telekinesis powers, reader can read minds, fluffy aftercare

you were fairly new to nevermore, so you didn't know many people, except for yoko your roommate, and enid. and then by extension wednesday. and although classes kept you busy, and yoko and enids persistent social activities took up much time as well, you still had time to think about the rowan laslow. rowan laslow who you almost felt was a ghost. he was barely in class, and when he was he always was at the very back of the room, obscured from your vision.

yoko had invited you to join the nightshades, a highly coveted invitation. and you must admit, your eagerness to join the group was only heightened when you discovered rowan was apart of it. rowan didn't talk much during meetings, opting to sit in a corner, flicking through one of the many books in the library, and just listen. the only person who he seemed to talk to was wednesday. so of course, you pestered her about him.

"what's rowan like?"

"i'm unsure."

"your friends with him!"

"am i?"

this didn't really go very far, so you had take it upon yourself to make an extra special effort to get to know him. he was quiet, obviously smart, brown hair swept in a side part, thick rimmed glasses, about an inch taller then you, and you were quite tall. you weren't very sure when the curiosity turned into blind attraction, maybe it was when you were observing him in a nightshades meeting, as he walked laps around the room looking for a book. his hand swept along the shelf, long fingers tracing the spine of books in a way that made you shiver. or maybe it was his little habit of biting his lip whilst he was concentrating in class. you stared at him quite a bit in class, to the point you were surprised he hadn't caught you.

all of this came to a head, when you were called for an emergency nightshades meeting. you decided to go a little early, browse the shelves. and it seems someone else had the same idea was you, because when you walked in rowan was already there. sitting in his usual corner, book in hand.

"hey." you said, waving awkwardly.

rowan didn't jump at you presence, he didn't even look up. he just replied a curt, hello, and re-focused on his book. you frowned, not expecting him to be rude.

"what are you reading?" you asked, walking over to him and dropping your bag to the floor.

"nothing."

"your clearly reading something.." you pestered, and it was then that the book simply lifted itself off his lap and flew back to its position on the shelf.

he looked up at you smiling, "am i reading something?"

you laughed, deciding that rowan wasn't rude, perhaps just a little awkward.

"i'm y/n." you say, extending a hand, then immediately pulling it back in, thinking better of shaking his hand.

rowan laughs, a light and breathy sound, before extending his hand out to you. you smile down at it, before shaking it firmly.

"i'm rowan, charmed to meet you." he says, a joking air to the statement, he was continuing with the old timey-joke.

and you laughed, leaning against the wall next to him and sliding down. rowan sat above you, looking down.

"your new?" he questioned, and you nodded.

"whats your.. power?" he asked, shrugging at the choice of word.

"i can read minds." you said, simply.

and it was then that rowan freaked out a little, sitting up straighter and brushing his hair away from his forehead. his hand came up to loosen his tie, in an action that had you a little flustered.

"like can you tell what i'm thinking?" he asked, nervous for your answer.

"no, i'm not really good at any random peoples thoughts, but if i touched you, i would know." you answered.

rowan relaxed a little.

"when i shook your hand?" he asked.

"nope.. too short of contact." you replied, and he nodded.

"where as if i.." you reached up, placing a hand on rowans upper arm, clutching it softy. rowans eyes flitted down to your hand, gulping at the contact, and trying to keep his thoughts pure.

you closed your eyes, focusing.

"shes touching me.. god rowan think of something else. what were you reading in that book? you can't remember can you because she walked in. think positive.. i wonder if she can tell what i'm thinking now?" you smiled softly to yourself.

rowan observed your reaction.

"she's smiling.. why is she smiling? shes really pretty, wait no stop! look away."

your breath catches in your throat. and you grip his forearm a little stronger, unknowingly propping up your tits in the shirt your wearing.

"shit.. look away.. no don't look, god she looks good in that top. why does this have to happen? surely she can't tell what i'm thinking.."

you pull your hand away suddenly, surprising rowan.

"uhh.." you say, standing up quickly. rowan does the same, standing in front of you.

"listen- i well-" he begins, and is then cut off by the sound of footsteps.

"y/n!" enid cheers, running forward to give you a small hug.

"hey." you say, forcing your eyes away from rowan.

the rest of the nightshades filter in, grabbing chairs and placing them in the circle. for the first time, rowan moves his chair in, and directly opposite you. he holds eye contact as he does so, in a way that makes you feel hot, eventually having to move your eyes away from him.

bianca begins talking, but you can't focus, because rowan is staring directly at you. and you look at him quickly, taking in his spread out legs, and relaxed posture as he leans against the chair frame. its a position that he you thinking all kinds of things you shouldn't, and has your thighs squeezing together, something rowan takes notice to. and then you feel it, a slight shiver that runs down your left thigh. your mouth widens a little, looking up at rowan, who is full on smirking at you. his hand his slinging off when chair, but his hand moves, and you feel that invisible trail run up your other thigh.

you shuffle in your chair, heart pounding. and then rowans trailing up both your thighs, getting further to the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. it has you shivering in your jeans.

"you cold?" yoko asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"p-perfectly fine." you say, crossing your arms, and pressing your thighs together for some relief.

yoko gives you an odd look, before turning back to focus on the debate between wednesday and bianca.

the invisible hand stops, and you breath out, hoping for a break, but a tickle runs along the the underside of your boob, and you gasp, surprised. the invisible lean circles your chest, brushing closer to your hard nipples. yoko shoots you another strange look. nudging enid.

"y/n? everything good?" enid now asks, catching the attention of the group.

and you turn to answer, but then rowans swiping along your nipples, and then theres another trail that runs along your thighs at the same time. and you gasp, clutching your chest quickly.

"yes, y/n are you alright?" rowan perks up from the other side of the circle, a small smirk on his face. and you glare at him, after all your strange behavior was his fault.

"do you want to go back to the dorms?" yoko asks.

"i can take you-" enid offers, but shes soon cut off by rowan.

"i'll take her." he says quickly, getting up. and your pulled off your chair, rowans hand on your waist, walking up the stairs, strange looks following you.

once your out of the room, the secret door securely closed, rowan has you pressed against the wall, his hands still on your waist. your chest is heaving, and wetness has pooled in your underwear. you feel overwhelmed, and rowans face so close to yours doesn't help.

"how are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asks, and your brain momentarily short-circuits at the nickname.

"i-" you stutter out.

and rowan leans closer to your face, a smile still planted on his face.

"do you want me to.." he trails off, eyes falling to your lips.

"god yes." you murmur, hands pulling at his shirt, until hes impossibly close to you.

and his lips are on yours, and he doesn't even wait before his tongue is gliding along yours. his hands fall from your waist to your hips, pulling you against him. and you can hear his thoughts, so loud there almost screaming at you.

and he's thinking about how good this kiss is, and how he wants you, now. and he thinks he can maybe take you right now against this wall, but then anyone could walk past, not to mention the nightshades. and then hes thinking about how your tits are pressed against his chest, and how your hips are grinding against his.

and your flooded by his thoughts, your thoughts, the overwhelming attraction. and you squeeze your eyes tightly, trying to turn it off, wanting to be able to think.

you break contact, leaning back as his thoughts disappear from your mind.

"my dorm?" he whispers, hands still on your hips and face only centimeters from yours.

you nod and then your rushing to his dorm, stealing short kisses as you climb the stairs, and then your stopping altogether and rowans got you pressed against the wall next to the stairs, again. and he's kissing you with such intensity that you feel dizzy.

the kiss is broken and rowans holding your hand, as he guides you the rest of the way to his dorm. as soon as the door is closed clothes are being thrown off in a flurry, eyes raking across each others bodies. rowans kissing you again as he pulls you over to the bed, falling back down. your on top of him, and you instinctively straddle him, grinding down. rowan groans out at the pleasure. you've only got your panties and bra on, rowan only in his boxers.

and he breaks the kiss, to trail his hands from your hips up to the sides of your bra, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. his hand comes up to unclip in, revealing your breasts. rowan can't help but moan at the sight, hands palming them lightly. his real thumb trails along your nipples, and you throw your head back at the feeling.

he continues to palm your boobs as he leans up, placing kisses along your neck, something that will surely leave a hickey. you pull away, slipping down until your off him. you tilt your head at him, smirk playing on your lips as you snap the band of his boxers. he watches, eyes wide and pupils blown. you pull them down slowly, eyes also widening as his hard dick slaps against his stomach. your fingers trace along his happy trail, right to the base of his cock, an action that has him panting. your thumb teases over the head of his cock. rowans loosing it, the pleasure too much. your sit up, raising your hips so you can take you panties off. shuffling forward again you hover above him. rowan watches as you sink down onto him, moans leaving both of your mouths as you bottom out.

"holy shit.." rowan mumbles, and your thinking just that as you start to move your hips.

rowan hips thrust up into you, and you moan out his name. leaning down to kiss him once again, you set a rhythm. rowan can't seem to decide where to touch you, his hands are on your hips, your boobs, your waist, your cheeks and you smile at his eagerness. and then finally his hand trails down further then your waist, towards your clit.

"rowan.." you pant as he presses his thumb against your clit, circling lightly.

your rhythm has been broken, your movements erratic as pleasure clouds your brain. rowans groaning belief you, as you clench around him.

"so, so good baby." he says, kissing along your collar bone to leave more hickeys in his wake.

your so close, and you can tell rowan is too. your hand comes up to pull at his hair, something that his him practically crying out, hips stuttering against yours. and you do it again, and rowans moaning out as he finishes inside you.

his hand continues to work against your clit, and then your cumming too, head thrown back and vision blackening as you cry out rowans name. you fall down onto his chest, and his arms wrap around you, both your chests heaving as you come down from your high.

a kiss is planted on your forehead, as rowan slowly moves you off him. your tired, body exhausted from your efforts. rowans up and getting a towel to clean you up, and one of his shirts to cover your body. and then hes back in bed, allowing you to cuddle up to his side. his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and kissing you one last time before you fall asleep.

[mandatedweirdo]

Please lord make a Rowan smut. Anything just ANYTHING

Touch - Rowan Laslow x f!reader

Notes: The reader’s power is teleportation!

Wanting: PIV, Blowjob, riding, slight masturbation, and body worshipping if you squint really hard. LMK is I missed anything! Also, this is the second ever time I’ve written smut so it may be really bad!

Also this is not edited,

NSFW UNDER THIS

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Rowan sat in his dorm, in the dark. He looked out the window, admiring you from afar. You were right outside his dorm, sitting in the rain.

You were on your phone, with an umbrella dawned above you, still in your school clothes.

Rowan was alone in the dorm because Xavier was out in his paint shed doing his latest masterpiece. He didn’t know what but he didn’t care as he stared.

He was sat upon the windowsill and his face was so close to the glass, it almost pressed against it.

His hand wandered to place it shouldn’t go but went anyway.

He palmed himself though his thinning pants and grew hard from your figure. He had a huge crush on you but could never make up even an ounce of courage to ask you out, let alone even talk to you.

He was an outcast in a school full of them, you would never say ‘yes’ anyways.

He moaned at his own actions, making a breathy mark on the window.

You felt someone watching you so you look up and there you could see Rowan, staring straight down at you.

He fell back, surprised by your look.

He hit his head on the dark wood floor and his glasses fell from his face.

Rowan saw a odd figure in front of him but he could tell it was a girl. He sat up as she knelt down. She placed his glasses back on his face and he saw.. you.

You stared at him, “are you ok?”

Your voice was like music to his ears which were still ringing a bit from the fall.

When he came to his senses he realized your hand was on his thigh.

Close. Too close.

“Yeah, I’m, I’m fine,” he stuttered.

You looked at his face then noticed it: a tent pitched in his pants.

To admit, just a bit, you did have a crush on him. You always hoped he’d talk to you in class or even wanna partner up but he always stayed in the corner, avoiding you as much as possible.

Too shy to talk to him yourself, you instead sit out in the courtyard by his window, hoping for him to see you.

And he did.

Silence filled the room as he stared at you. Blush spread across your cheeks like a disease.

You got up, and apologized. He got up as well, and your hand felt as if it was still there. He felt embarrassed to say the least, his hard on still emanating.

“Do you need help?” You asked, regretting your words just a tad.

“Please.” His voice was whiny and breathy.

You were taken aback. Did he just say yes? He was needy, that was for sure.

With your little to know knowledge, you pushed him back into his bed. His knees buckled and he sat.

His breathing hitched when you got on your knees right in front of him, and took off your blazer.

You unbuttoned and unzipped his oh so tight pants. He helped in getting them completely off, just so flustered.

You pulled down his boxers slightly down and out sprang his hard dick. You placed your hands on the bottom of it and he bit his lip, hard.

You started to pump it and placed your mouth at the top which was already oozing with pre-cum. You swirled you tongue around and you could hear all the pretty noises coming from his mouth.

With one hand he grabbed onto the sheets and with the other he gripped your hair, making you go down further. He groaned as you gagged on him, loving every single second of attention you gave him.

Eventually …. what am I saying? Merely seconds later, his dick started twitching and he came in your mouth. He let go of your head and your mouth unwrapped him with a satisfying pop.

You tried your best to swallow it all, and smiled up at him.

He picked you up to sit on top of him (with the help of his telekinesis) and you grabbed onto his shoulders.

He started to kiss your neck roughly as you squirmed around on his lap. The amount of friction between his cock and your clothed pussy, he became hard again within seconds.

He took off your over-shirt and unbuttoned the one under it, throwing them on the wood floor. Rowan also took off his, joining it with the others. He kissed around your chest and his hands wandered everywhere around your torso.

You rubbed yourself against him, getting off a little to it.

He moved your panties to the side, and slipped inside.

He wanted, nay, needed this for forever and he had finally had gotten it.

You moved around on it and moaned as he kept on kissing you body.

“Fuck~ you feel so good, love,” he groaned.

He put his hands on your hips, guiding your movements.

Rowan acted as if he hadn’t been touched in centuries and kept you close against his skin.

You kept going and going until you felt an unfamiliar knot tightening in your lower stomach and felt his dick twitch inside of you.

You came first, his following close behind and you just kept going, riding out your high.

And then you stopped, leaning against his chest and his cock slipped out of you.

Your cunt dripped with liquids and you felt empty at the loss of touch inside.

He kissed your shoulders and laid back with you on his chest.

“I love you,” he said, smiling. His glasses were all fogged up but he didn’t mind. You were laying with him and that’s all that mattered. He reached over to his night stand and got a very needed spritz of his inhaler.

Outside the abandoned umbrella was dripping with water and the dorm door creaked open with a familiar voice saying, “Hey, Rowan,” behind it.

[hopeyblogs]

imagine me. me writing smut. um. I'm sorry if this was bad or cringe. Still rough yk 😭 @tw1nklet03s here's your request!! :) thank youu for requesting <33 I hope it fits your req!!

⚠️ : telekinetic play/choking/creampie/rough/fem sub reader x dom rowan laslow

Subby boys trying to dom?? Let's give them a chance shall we?

The sounds of rain pattering on your window. It was calming. Although, your heart ache not being able to see him for a few weeks now.

He's been so distant. It's unbearable. You take things in your own hands.

"Rowan?" you called out while knocking his dorm door. The door opened and peeked out Rowan.

"There you are! I miss you so much baby" You pushed the door open and latched your hands around his neck.

"y/n uh? wha? what are you doing here?"

"Can't i meet my boyfriend? You have been so distant this past week. Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine"

"You're lying" you pulled away from him and sat down on his bed

Patting the empty space next to you. He walks over and sits next to you

"Come on, tell me what's on your mind"

"it's just. I'm jealous with you and Xavier. You guys are close. closer more than friends even" he mumbles looking away from you

"Oh. Rowan, there's no such as thing as me and Xavier. I was helping him with Wednesday. I'm sorry baby" you pull him to your chest

....

a long silence filled the dorm

Then. He pushed you onto the bed.

"If so, prove to me that you're sorry" he leaned down kissing your neck.

As if to mark you as his.

soft moans spewing out of your mouth. His hands roam down your body to your core.

Circling his fingers at the clit. Breathless whimpers turns into moans.

"R-rowan! I-ah! m'sorry please h-hah!" hips bucking to his hands. You look desperate.

"Not good enough" His eyes looked down on you with lust. His marks sat prettily on your neck. His girl bucking her hips to his fingers. moaning, whimpers and pleas of his name.

He takes his hand off you. "mhfm! h-hah. w-whyd you'd stop?" her eyes begging for his touch.

"Strip and make yourself useful. Apologize"

Getting on your feet and stripping your clothes off.

"Keep the panties on. On your knees."

Fuck. The girl he loved getting on her knees.

Hastily pulling down his trousers and boxers. Hard cock springing out

"Be a good girl" soft sucks on his tip. licking the precum. It wasn't enough.

An invisible force pushed your head down. Holding your hair up.

"mhfm fuck! J-just like that.. s-shit! good fucking girl" he groans

"I'm h-hah gonna cum.. fuck.." cumming in his girl mouth awakened something in him.

"Be a good girl and clean it up" demanding. He's so sensitive but you need your punishment. Or you'll never learn who you belongs to.

....

"Get up and lay on the bed" knees wobbling you flopped down on the bed.

Fuck.. you look so beautiful obeying him, eyes blowned with lust and love.

He leaned down and kisses you. Tounge entering your mouth, enjoying his taste in you.

Just when you tried to touch him. Your hands were forced above your head.

"You're not allowed to touch me"

"rowan.. Please! m'miss you"

Ignoring your pleas and squirming on the bed. He pulls your panties off and takes off his shirt, positioning himself on you.

Teasing your entrance, tapping your clit "r-rowan! please n-need you h-hah"

"beg and apologize first sweet girl"

"m'sorry baby. please please. I'll be good please"

"since you asked so nicely" prying your legs apart and exposing that cunt who's eager for him.

Grabbing his cock and lining up with your entrance. Plunging into your cunt roughly. It feels heavenly.

"Tell me, h-hah fuck. Who fucking owns this pussy?" thrusting relentlessly into you making you babble his name and sending you into a pleasurable void

"c-clenching on my cock huh? f-fuck that feels good" cursing out. diving his hips into you rougher. Watching your face turn into dumb submission.

His cock rubbing at your g-spot. Eyes rolling back and body trembling

"R-row pl-please.. a-ah! mhmfm fuck! w'wan a-ah! cum. please please!" your mind turns blank

He suddenly pulls out. Whines and curses spewing out of your mouth over your denied release

....

"Ride me" he commands. The hold on your arms were released. Knees buckling trying to assume a new position on him

Shimmying down on his cock, sliding easily with the slick coating your thighs.

"hahfm- ah.. feels s'good" Rowan has no self control. With your cunt sucking him, gripping your thighs as a way to ground himself.

"M-move. fuck" you move back and forth up and down on his cock. The feeling of his cock rubbing on your gummy walls.

"fuck. y-you feel so damn good. o-oh god"

"r-rowan! fuck fuck mhm!" babbling out nonsense. His name was always on your mouth and his cock was on your mind.

A hand latches itself on your neck. The pressure of his hands on your neck and the deathlike grip on your thighs. The dull ache of his cock against your walls. All his.

"h-hah! ah!" gasping out over the lack of oxygen but fuck it feels good.

Continuing to bounce on his length. So close to your release. He bucks his hips into you roughly, hitting that spot. The full feeling of him inside you. The pressure on your neck. The grip he has on you. You toppled over the edge.

"fuck fuck m'cumming! ah- rowan! rowan hah."

The hard clench of your cunt on his cock, the sight of your pleasure filled face, eyes rolling back and kissing your plump lips with his taste. "oh fuck s-shit i-m gonna cum. hah" has him emptying his load in you.

The warm feel of him in you. He never felt more blissful.

....

"Are you okay? Did i went too rough?" he concerns.

"I'm okay. s'good" you slurs. Tiredness lulling you.

He pulls out and lays you down on his bed. Getting up to the bathroom cleaning you up and dressing you in his shirt.

"Sleep well baby" a soft kiss was placed on your temple.

[cerise-angel]

+18 rowan laslow x reader

Rowan who looks so proper and gentle in classes. Always opening doors for you, leaving you small notes on any subject you cant quite understand, bringing you a new bookmarker every week, because he knows you like to collect them. Taking you to coffee dates, knowing your favorite by heart. Never ever letting you catch a rain, because he has a small umbrella he takes with him. Giving you his jackets when he thinks you might me cold. Sneaking out to cuddle you in your dorm when you had an anxiety attack. Giving you his pillow, because you once said you like the smell.

Rowan who is anything but proper and gentle when he fucks you. Always leaving you a whimpering, worn out mess. Leaving small heart shaped bruises all over your chest and thighs. Bringing you to the edge just before denying you, because he knows you like it. Taking you slowly, deeply, roughly, anyway you want to. Never ever letting you unsatisfied, because he just loves when you cum before, with and after him. Pulling your hair when you're all on fours for him, bringing your body closer and closer, melting into you. Whining and moaning everytime you moan his name, everytime you bite him, everytime you scratch him, everytime you own him. Fucking you in nothing but one of his shirts, because he likes the way you look in them.

(no actual excuse for this just yeah. my first time writing smuttiness jfc)

[melonpeppasteppers]

I kinda want to write reader x Rowan laslow but would anyone read it 😖?

if not i’ll probably trying finishing the drafts i’ve been working on 🙈

[lovingviolet]

☆ welcome to my page ☆

°。+ * 　. ･° ｡ﾟ ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ﾟ。

i’m violet

people i write for:

wednesday

☆ xavier thorpe

☆ rowan laslow

☆ ajax petropolis

☆ wednesday addams

☆ enid sinclair

stranger things

☆ mike wheeler

requests are open!!

may add more

that’s all for now !

[reflectuions]

pls post more ab sub rowan T-T!!!!

sub!rowan headcanons because i love my geeky bf!!!

you absolutely adore it when you’re able to make him cry from all the pleasure. his heavy tears staining his flushed cheeks, wetting his babydoll lashes.

his heavy dick sits in your throat as he cums. using his telekinesis, he pushes your head down, cock all swallowed up!!! when he cums he gets all whiny and teary-eyed. he looks at you with stars in his eyes :(

rowan’s favorite pet names you call him are definitely baby & pretty boy.

he loves using his telekinesis on you, with your consent of course! he’ll slam you down onto his cock while you ride him, push your head down while you swallow him whole, or even tease your clit while you do your thing to get a reaction out of you.

you try milking him dry with every chance you get and he enjoys it! he gets so dizzy and breathless when the thought of it fills his mind. if you gave him the chance, he’d want to cum inside you all the time.

rowan’s pretty shy at first but once he’s comfortable, he gets super vocal! he gets so whiny. little “fuck”s and praises fall off his pretty lips because god you make him feel so fucking good >o<

he loves receiving but he’s more than happy to give and please you too! sometimes you’re lazy and don’t feel like taking control so he tries his very best to make you feel the best. he may be clumsy at times but you find it so cute!!!

if you’re not available for whatever reason, he jerks off to photos of you. he has a stash of polaroids of you. there are selfies, photos of yourself that you took for his eyes only, and photos of you together! just the sight of your pretty face can make him cream his pants.

[mmoonpies]

hii can you please do were rowan is stressed so reader climbs on his lap pulls his dick on rides him slowly and rowan is just whimpering and moaning and reader is pulling his hair slightly and rowan is calling her mommy<33🐶- anon

thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this ngl <3

warnings: riding, mummy kink, smut, 18+, hair pulling, lowkey spit kink, fingers in mouth, one slap, submissive rowan, dom!reader

unedited!!

rowan's dormitory sat still; his bed sheets completely untouched and tucked in neatly at the corners. his spare glasses case and asthma puffer sat upright on his bedside table, sitting next to a few other trinkets he had organised neatly.

you carefully observed his room, trying to not disturb anything while standing there, waiting for him to return. you could tell he was a little bit more 'off' lately - something had been eating at him, causing him to show up unattended at your dorm room, seeking your comfort.

the door swings open all of a sudden, causing you to almost jump out of your skin as your head snaps towards the source of the noise. rowan is standing in the doorway, his eyes slightly wide as his body trembles ever so slightly.

"y/n i, uh, i..." he stumbles over his words, eyebrows creasing as he quickly shuts the door behind him. "I didn't expect you to be here, did I um scare you?"

"no, no, it's okay!" you offer him a gentle smile before walking over to him, immediately taking in his slightly dishevelled appearance. his shirt was slightly ruffled and untucked, his face flushed pink and covered with a slight sheen of sweat. "hey, are you okay?"

his breath is heavy as he avoids your gaze, his hands running through his hair, stray strands of hair falling out from his neatly parted hair. rowan is desperately trying to gather his thoughts, his forehead creasing as his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose.

"yeah...i'm just uh, thinking," he bluntly answers, offering you a thin-lipped smile before walking past you towards his desk. you furrow your eyebrows, lips creasing into a scowl at his behaviour as you follow quickly behind him.

you stand slightly behind him, hovering around him as you figure out how to approach him. you could tell he was hardly in the mood to talk, practically having tunnel vision as he preoccupied himself by frantically searching through his drawers.

your eyes widen in surprise as he pulls out a thick hard-cover book, thudding it against the desk as his fingers tentatively run over the cover. he flips through the pages before landing on one; the pages are a yellowish brownish colour from being aged, with a drawing of a girl standing in front of a burning well scribbled across it.

"woah, rowan, what is that?"

rowan's shoulders tense before he practically slams it shut, his hands gripping his hair as he leans over his desk, shaking his head slightly.

"i don't know." he simply states before erratically pulling his hands away from his hair, and looking over at you. "I've been trying to figure it out for weeks, but i can't when people are constantly breathing down my neck."

your eyebrows furrow as a small enraged smile stretches across your lips, arms crossing over your chest. you understand that whatever this book is must mean something to him for him to be fixating it over like this and acting so erratic lately, but, you were only trying to help.

your fists clench before you drop your arms back down, letting out a small sigh. you take a step forward, pushing the book away with one hand as your other threads through his hair gently. you can feel the shiver roll through his body at the contact.

"rowan, we can figure it out together later, yeah?" your voice is gentle as you wrap a leg around his furthest leg before sitting down on his lap, smiling at him. he moves his gaze from the book to look at you, hidden desperation pooled in the back of his brown hues. your hands travel down to his chest, fingers splayed out against his dress shirt. "it'll be okay, i promise."

he sighs gently, head resting against your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. your hands slowly begin to roam over his body, teasingly running over his thighs before smoothing up his back. you can feel the tension in his muscles, his back tight with stress as his shoulders tense even more under your touch. you move your hands to cup his cheek, lifting his head up from your shoulder so you can look at him.

"you're so tense, do you want me to help you to relax? i can make you feel better," you offer has a sense of mischievousness to it as your eyes glimmer with a sense of playfulness. he gives you a weak smile, fingers nervously tracing shapes into your hips as he nods shyly.

you hum in response, re-adjusting your hips over his lap before slowly beginning to gyrate your hips against him. he sucks in a quick breath out of surprise, hands nervously pulling away from your hips. you giggle before gripping his wrists, placing his hands back onto your hips as you roll your hips harder against him.

his cheeks grow warm as he can only watch nervously, his throat bobbing as he swallows harshly. his eyes quickly avert to look at his desk, to the floor, then back to you. he can't help but feel slightly ashamed as he can feel his blood flooding down towards his cock as your hips grind down against him.

your hands slide down his chest before landing just below his waistband, fingers sliding down to grip the zipper. you could feel the bulge straining against the material, his half-hard cock warm and heavy against your hand.

a strained whimper leaves his lips, throat lurching as he catches himself, fingers digging into your hipbones. you press a kiss to his cheek as your fingers unzip his pants before unbuttoning them and gently gripping the bulge hidden beneath his boxers.

his throat tightens as he lets out a sharp breath, his grip growing tighter as you slowly begin to slide his boxers down, just enough to be able to grip his bare cock. he lets out a shuddery breath, eyes closing as you wrap your hand around the base.

you can feel his cock stiffen just from your touch, causing a sense of pride to bloom in your chest. you gather the spit in your mouth before spitting on his cock with a small 'puh' sound. rowan leans his head back, gulping before a quiet moan leaves his mouth.

you use your spit as a lubricant, stroking his cock as you stare up at him through your eyelashes. it only makes him even more nervous - his hands leaving your waist to try and cover his eyes and face, his blush growing and darkening by the second.

you raise your hips a little as he keeps his face covered, a coy smirk playing on your lips as you use your free hand to slide your panties to the side. you hover over him, lining yourself up as you keep a firm grip on the base of his cock. you press the tip against your clenching entrance before sinking down onto his cock, ripping a loud cry from the back of rowan's throat. his hands leave his face to grip the armrests of the chair as he slightly curls in on himself, breathing heavily just from the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his pulsing cock.

you hardly give him a moment to recover before you slowly begin to gyrate your hips against him, hands resting over his collarbones to support yourself. he lets out a broken breath mixed with a slight whine at the feeling, leaning his head back against the chair.

his bare cock, thick and warm inside you, throbs as you deliberately clench around him, his hips bucking up into you in response as you both let out quiet moans. you slide your hands up to grip his defined shoulders before speeding your pace up, grinding your hips harder against him.

his eyes shut at the sensation of your cunt sucking his cock in further, your hip bones hitting his as your pace grows faster, his hands moving to grip your hips desperately, his thumbs sliding down to sit above your hipbones.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he loses the words in his throat as you lift yourself up slightly before slamming your hips down against his. you let out a breathy laugh, watching as he tries to bite back his moans.

"where'd all that attitude go, rowan? hm?" you mock him as one of your hands slides up from his shoulder, fingers threading between the hairs on the crook of his neck. you grip them and tug downwards, forcing his head back even further as you stare down at him. "answer me, rowan." 

your tone is laced with authority as you try to not let the sensation of his cock throbbing in between your bare walls affecting you, teeth sinking into your lower lip to bite back the moans bubbling in your throat.

"please, please, please," he stutters out before moaning again as your cunt clenches around him. "I didn't- I- mummy, please."

he can hardly form a sentence at the feeling, whimpering as you continue to roll your hips against him. you show a bit of mercy as you slow down, making your strokes even deeper as your force his cock deeper inside of you.

your grip on his hair grows tighter as you pull it further back, causing rowan to whimper at the feeling as he opens his mouth to say something. you interrupt him as your other hand slides two finger's into his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.

he moans at the sensation before closing his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out slightly as he sucks on your fingers. you can feel his tongue slither over your digits, his eyes wide and needy as he stares at you, seeking approval.

you chuckle lightly before slowing your hips down even further while simultaneously pulling your fingers out of his mouth. your hand straightens as you raise your arm slightly, swinging your arm around to salp rowan's cheek.

his face forcefully turns to the side at the force, a sharp stinging sensation spreading across his cheek at the contact. he relishes the feeling, the pain making tingles spread over his body while his cock twitches inside of you.

his eyes are even wider with shock as he turns to look back at you, only for your fingers to be shoved back into his mouth. his head is reeling at the overwhelming sensations, the feeling of warm heat pooling in the bottom of his stomach.

"i asked where all of your attitude went, rowan." your voice is commanding and laced with venom, eyes narrowing down at him. he was foolish to think you'd let him get away with snapping at you.

"i'm sorry, i-i didn't mean it," he whines, voice muffled around your fingers. "please, mummy, I'm sorry for being rude."

his voice is whiny and can only be described as pure sluttiness - desperation and neediness leaking from his tongue as you pull your fingers away, satisfied with his response. a string of saliva connects your fingers to his pink lips.

his breath is laboured, eyes blown out as he stares up at you, his lips red and slightly swollen as he pants. you smile down at him before letting go of his hair, gripping back onto his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips again.

you slowly begin to bounce on his cock before gradually speeding up the pace, letting out breathy moans as you watch rowan lose himself to the pleasure. his hands are needy - clinging to whatever skin he can as he constantly switches between gripping your hips and waist. his whines and moans are getting louder as your cunt squeezes around him.

you slowly begin to bounce on his cock before gradually speeding up the pace, letting out breathy moans as you watch rowan lose himself to the pleasure. his hands are needy - clinging to whatever skin he can as he constantly switches between gripping your hips and waist. his whines and moans are getting louder as your cunt squeezes around him,

"fuck, y/n," he pants out, fingernails digging crescent moons into your skin, his back arching as his hips thrust deeper into you, cock sinking into your tight, warm walls. "more...please, more."

your bounces grow faster, trying to take in more of his cock as you continuously gyrate your hips against him, mouth open as you let out quiet moans. rowan's almost stuck in a trance as he stares down at where your bodies are connected, watching as his cock slides out of you before forcing its way back in, nestling between your tight walls.

any previous memories about what happened before he came back to his dorm are long gone, being fucked out of him as the heat in his stomach grows hotter, more prominent. his hand reaches to grab one of yours, leading it towards the back of his head.

"please, mummy" he whispers. "pull it.'

"so demanding," you giggle as your fingers thread through the loose strands of brown hair, keeping a firm grip on it as you only slightly tug at his hair. "ask nicely and I'll consider it."

he can feel his orgasm growing closer, his cock only growing harder at your torment. another pained whine falls from his lips, eyes fluttering shut briefly as he tries to focus on being good for you, trying to distract himself from the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock.

"can you, please...can you pull-" he cuts himself off with another loud whine as you sink further down his cock. "please pull my hair, mommy, please, i wanna cum!"

you let out a small sigh of pleasure as your walls squeezed almost impossibly tighter around his bare cock, the heat of your bodies being connected making your head spin. you can feel your own orgasm creeping up, the thread holding you together growing thinner and thinner.

you ignore his pleas as you continue to roll your hips against him faster, searching for your own orgasm. his hips subconsciously buck up into you, forcing his cock even further inside of you. your stomach tightens while your hips tense, the grip on rowan's hair subconsciously growing tighter.

without warning, you yank his hair down, his back arching and head being forced backwards as his orgasm suddenly comes crashing down upon him. it almost feels like a brick to the stomach as he cries out your name, body tense and quivering as warmth floods through your cunt.

you call out his name, cunt squeezing tightly around him, pulsating as your own orgasm runs through your body, a hot white flashing past your eyes. your hips slow as you let both of you ride out your orgasms, heavy breaths being forced from your chests as you both bask in the afterglow.

you lean against his chest after letting go of his hair, the same hand rubbing over the back of his head to soothe his scalp. you let the two of you catch your breath for a moment for breaking your silence.

"i didn't hurt you, did i?|" you cautiously ask your fingernails soothingly running over his neck and shoulders. he shakes his head, his head still spinning and lightheaded as the aftershocks of his orgasm begin to settle in.

"sorry for getting mad.." he whispers an apology before looking up at you, his eyes slightly out of focus still. yet, he smiles up at you, pressing a shy kiss to your cheek. "thank you..for um, this."

"anytime, rowan."

[leadpoisioning]

Rendezvous

Rowan Laslow x Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+) ((choking, oral, telekinetic play, breath play))

Word Count: 1,260

Rowan sneaks you down to the Nightshades library for some private time after you’ve been busy all week.

“Rowan… are you sure this is alright?” You whisper, following the cloaked boy in front of you. He halts and makes a quick look around to make sure he can spare time to assure you in the moment.

“Yes, (Y/N). Almost everyone in the Nightshades has done this before, I promise it’s alright.” He gives you a haste kiss before turning around and leading you once more. You don’t question his antics anymore and giddily follow him down the old hallways.

Eventually, the two of you arrive at the statue of Mr. Poe himself, where Rowan takes a huff of his inhaler. He simply snaps twice before it slides back. He guides you to descend the stairs with an arm around your waist and the other holding your hand. You take in the secret library with awe. Relics from the past littered the walls of the area. You glance at Rowan whose already had his eyes on you.

“What do you think?” He grins.

“I love it.” You embrace him tightly and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for sneaking me down here.” His lips seem to follow yours, and soon he’s all over you.

“Rowan…” You whimper. The brunette holds you firmly against the wall with his power while he kisses your neck roughly. Like a man starved. And a man starved he was. You’d been busily snatched away from his arms almost everyday this week. Between classes and scheduled plans with others, he’d barely gotten to see you. Every time you waved or smiled at him in the hallways, he got a little more impatient. But now, with you pressed against the wall in front of him, he was relieved. “Please, let me touch you.” You whine, struggling against his unseen force, until he generously lets your limbs wrap around himself. Your legs cling to his hips while your hands thread themselves in his hair and shoulder.

He moves away from your neck to give your lips the same attention. His hands fist your shirt and caress your thighs while he kisses you roughly in the sweetest way. He pulls away to catch his breath, before willing you to move up the wall- your legs just at the right height to wrap around his head. Your breath hitches as he kisses you through your pants. Your whimper spurs him on, he tugs at the fabric and pulls both obstacles down for you to kick off your feet. He rests his shoulders just under your thighs and gazes at your glistening wetness. His breath hitches and he takes a quick spray of his inhaler before diving in to your folds. His head moves in deep swoops, up and down, back and forward. Something changes, when your thighs squeeze his head you feel something around your throat in the midst of your moans.

You do it again, for science. The harder you squeeze the more pressure is applied to your neck. It feels good. Your breathing gets heavier as you make a pattern out of rutting against Rowan’s face. You wouldn’t be able to tell at the moment- but Rowan was enjoying the lack of oxygen more than he usually does. The fact that it was you taking away the ability for him to breathe made him unbearably harder. He loved being suffocated by you, he couldn’t help but rut against the stone wall below you, giving himself some sort of release. His hips move faster as he begins to run his tongue over your clit. You squeeze harder and grab his hair. You can’t warn Rowan about your coming release, but he can tell. Before you get the chance to, your thighs are forcefully pulled open and he gasps for breath while his head rests on your hip. You breathe harder as you hear the spritz of his inhaler. He brings you down, releasing you onto wobbly legs while wiping you from his face.

You move forward to kiss him, only for your neck to be pressed against the stone once more.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He smirks, raising his hand from your side to your throat. It fits nicely, you bite your lip and he groans when your eyes roll back in your head. “Oh you like that a lot don’t you?” He teases, squeezing while kissing you. He feels the vibration from your moans and groans. Your knee wedges itself between his thighs and tentatively grazes the tent in his pants. He shudders and ruts against it while kissing you harder. You grin into the kiss and circle your knee. Soon, he’s had enough of your teasing and lets you go. Dropping to your knees, he smiles down at you. “Go on.” He approves.

Now it’s his turn to be pressed against the wall. Your hands make quick work of his fly and release him. He whines, bucking his hips into your face while you hold his cock and begin to tease it. He shuts his eyes tightly and grips your hair with one hand while the other comes to rest around his own throat. You give his cock the same attention he previously gave your pussy, taking deep swoops and dragging your tongue along the vein on the underside. Rowan groans, squeezing himself as he shallowly bucks into your mouth. You take what he gives you, relishing in the soft whimpers he makes as he chokes himself in time with your movements. Your eyes flicker up at him, seeing his tie undone, collar messy, hand around his own throat. Moaning, you suck harder and he gasps, the hand around his throat quickly acquires his inhaler and he takes a huff before going back to his raspy groans.

Once he’s had enough, he pulls you up to kiss you again. Your hands make their way to his hair and shoulder once more. He holds your chin while the other hand slides down to tease you. His fingers take turns dipping into you. All you can focus on is how good his hands and mouth feel on you. You’re too caught up in the pleasure to notice he’s taken his cock into his hand and positioned it, ready to slide right up into you. Your moan is choked out while he thrusts softly into you. You squeal in delight as he grips your hips, feeling the drag of his cock piston in and out of you. He grins against your lips and goes faster, moving his hand to your throat and squeezing the sides. You clench around him as he does so, his hips faltering at the delicious squeeze of you around his cock.

“So good for me.” He huffs, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. His thrusts grow sloppier and less frequent, but all the more passionate- driving deeper and harder into your cunt.

“Rowan please-“ You whine, rutting against his hips. “I’m so close.”

“You can cum baby, it’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.” He strains. You squeeze him wherever you can and come undone, he savors the feel of your release dripping down his cock and continues to fuck you. He finally catches up with you and his hips stutter as he groans, cum painting the inside of your walls. You hold him up as he lightly slumps against you, taking a spritz of his inhaler.

“I guess we both like not being able to breathe, huh?” You tease, slightly moaning as he slides his cock fully out of you.

“While you do take my breath away, I guarantee you liked it more.” He smirks.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

hello!

so, i have recently been receiving a lot of private messages from people, telling me that not all of my followers are of age, and giving me account names and such. and yes, this is an 18+ blog, and i do write stuff for mature audiences.

but your media consumption is your responsibility. frankly, i can't be particularly bothered to go through all my followers and block people who aren't of age. it would also be a bit hypocritical, considering i started writing and reading fanfiction at 14.

what you choose to look at online is up to you, when your ready to explore this side of the internet, and by extension a different side of yourself, then you are ready.

so in simple terms, if your underage i'm not checking anytime soon. if your messaging me with names of people who are, please stop. and finally, i say again, your media consumption is your responsibility. not mine.

i'm attempting to say this in the most frank way possible, sorry if it comes off rude. as a content creator its hard for me sometimes to navigate different issues, but i'm trying to be as real as possible, and this is my honest opinion. <3

[linwchchch]

Some mphfpc characters like the characters of the "Wednesday".

Enid — Emma

Tyler — Jacob

Eugene — Hugh

Marilyn — Fiona

Rowan - Millarad

Unfortunately, I didn't think further. Maybe I'll fill up the list

[morbiderotica]

CAN U PLEASE MAKE A SUB!ROWAN X M!READER THAT BOTH ARE LIKE RIVAL BECAUSE READER ITS LIKE A TROUBLE MAKER AND THEY LIKE GOT PUT TOGETHER AS ROOMMATES OR SOME WAY THAT GOT STUCK IN THE SAME ROOM (detention, stuck door...) AND IT END WITH SMUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I AM BEGING U I SEND U MY SOUL

─ ★ trapped … male!reader

"I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you," Rowan complained for what seemed like the millionth time to you. "Stop complaining, it's not like I want to be in here," You gestured around in the stand still elevator. "Either." You slumped against the wall, trying to create distance in the small enclosure. 

You were just trying to get to class. You were far too tired to take the stairs so you opted for the elevator and to your despair, Rowan also had the same thoughts. You figured it would be quick so nevertheless, you stepped into the elevator. But just to your luck, it had to break and leave you stranded between floors. 

"It's going to be at least an hour to fix this." The technician stated to the people who had gathered around the elevator, consisting of Weems, Thornhill, and a few students. "Alright, everyone get to class." Principal Weems cleared the nosy bystanders away to let the technician work in peace. 

It was hard to hear, but you and Rowan could determine how long you'd be trapped in this seeming hell on earth- or rather hell in the elevator. "This is your fault." He scoffed. "How is this my fault?" You were mildly offended. "Whenever you're around, something bad always happens." He began to examine the buttons. "Wow, you know, Rowan, you're just so fucking mature." You rolled your eyes and continued to wallow in the corner. 

"I'm more mature than you are." His trance on the button broke, getting up from the cold floor to walk over to you. "Okay, whatever, dude." You were growing annoyed and couldn't wait for this to be over. "I can't stand you and your dumb-" You didn't even let him finish before pinning him up against the wall.

"Shut up." Your tone was strict. Rowan didn't know what to say and he could barely move under your grip. "Make me." He whispered, unsure if that was the right thing to say. Your lips reached his, more teasing rather than actual emotion was moved through the kiss. 

His lips pushed against yours. It was clear he was enjoying it. "Of course, you would like this." You scoffed when you felt his hard on. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." His face beat red. His breath could hardly be held under control. "So pathetic." You purred as one hand went to his hardening erection and the other to fiddle with his glasses that were already fogging up.

"I'm not pathetic." He tried to convince you to no avail as he grinded his hips, trying to gain friction from your hand to relieve himself. "That was sooo convincing." The sarcasm practically dripped off your tongue and onto his. "You know," He took a pause to regain his breath. "Two can play at this game."

Rowan's hand met with your forming erection, rubbing delicately and slowly. A soft moan left your lips and you rested your head in the nook of his neck. The elevator began to overcome with heat. Sweat forming on both of your bodies. 

You lazily unzipped Rowan's pants and grabbed his pulsing cock, pumping it up and down just as lazily. His hand faltered on your erection but you didn't really care since he was quick to continue. Rowan decided to copy your actions, doing precisely what you did. 

You both stood against one of the walls in the elevator, your head still resting on Rowan's neck. His voice was so whiny as he approached his orgasm. His hot cum coating your hand. "Good boy." You whispered and kissed his neck. You pulled away from him and zipped up your pants. He seemed confused as you licked the stickiness off your hand, but when the elevator opened he realized you'd been listening to what the technician was saying. 

Rowan quickly zipped up his pants and tried to compose himself. The two of you stepped off the elevator and thanked the man for his service. "No problem, It's my job, y'know?" He laughed and you two were about to head on your way when his words stopped you. 

"You two know the elevator isn't soundproof, right?" Rowan could have sworn his heart stopped. "I tried to warn him." You snarkily laughed when you felt Rowan's death glare piercing through your skin.

i suck at writing smut