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yamysunmoon · 5 days ago

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My treasure Part II

Pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna has an event and her look doesn't disappoint. On the way home, you get... Handsy.

words count: 3.3k

Warnings: NSFW +18, semi public sex, possessive reader, dom!reader, sub!jenna, strap use, overstimulation.

a/n: the love that the first part got was entirely unexpected, and you guys were that sweet asking for a second part that I had to deliver. Please enjoy and lmk what you think if you feel like it <3

Part 1

MASTERLIST

Everybody's eyes are on her but deep down you know she's only keeping track of your every glances and tiny smirks.

You know she looks at you sideways from time to time, and it may seem like she smiles at the fans at the other side of the fences as she signs posters and drawings; but she's really smiling at you.

Her entire world is revolving around you right now. She can't think about anything else.

Nothing else, just your hands roaming over her body, under her dress, between her legs. Nothing else, just your lips dragging along her cheek, her jawline; her skin. And your voice, soft and raspy, laced with respect, admiration, deep desire.

You know photographers are getting a lot of pictures of you looking from afar, your grin never leaving your face. You can already imagine the headlines; everyone going nuts about how devoted you obviously look. You obviousaly are.

But you can't help it, and you also don't care. In fact, you partially want the entire world to know. Because the fans are sweethearts, smiling at her and calling out her name with excitment and emotion, with their eyes sparkling and hands shaking as they hand her their phones for a photo.

But there's also people looking at her in a different way. It's not obscene, not disrespectful, and definitely not irrational. You know damn well it's as fair to love her platonically as to want her sexually. Those are a combination of emotions you know about damn well.

However... That doesn't stop your heart from beating faster, harder; and your hands become into fists. That doesn't stop you from staring at them for a little too long, that doesn't prevent your jaw from clenching.

Back the fuck off, you think to yourself. She's mine.

And so the day goes by and Jenna is dragged by her team all across the building. She offers polite smiles and soft chuckles; kind comments and thoughtful answers to the short interviews.

She's proffesional, pulled together, and relaxed.

You're beside her manager at all times. So, of course, you're close to her. She can sense your possessive energy from right there.

When you finally get to touch her after the car door closes and the chants cease, it feels like you've been deprived of her for too long.

"Baby" you whisper while one of your hands find the back of her neck and the other is already sneaking down her body, finding her risky thighs.

She releases a husky, seductive chuckle that fans over your lips. She's staring at them with that smug expression painted on her face. "You seem... Hungry today, huh?" she teases.

Your gaze sweeps her expression, absorbing every detail. You mirror her smug face and tactless stare.

"I am fucking starving, honey."

She attempts to chuckle again, but you swallow her haughty laugh before she can even shoot back.

Instead, her giggle becomes a soft moan against your lips, and to drag your teeth along her bottom lip, to her weak complaint.

"As if you don't fucking love it" you groan, your voice so low and demanding you barely even recognize yourself.

You're squeezing her thigh as you speak, gliding your hand dangerously higher. She inhales sharply, opens her eyes just enough to give you a warning yet glossy glance.

"Baby..." but her voice breaks, her warning dies in her throat and it becomes a doubting, high pitch sound. Something between hesitance and encouragement.

The reason of the shift in her demeanor and her body suddenly going taut is precisely that stray hand, sliding higher and higher. Your grip around her nape turns firmer, now your digits pressing at either sides of her neck from behind.

She gasps, tilting her head back instinctively. And she doesn't say a word, gaze intense and deeply dark. She doesn't say a word, hands securely grasping your shoulders, nails digging just enough to keep you going. She doesn't say a word, mouth agape, tongue almost sticking out.

You smile sideways, breathless. Always a pleasant reminder, to see your same longing in her eyes.

And then your hand grazes her panties, just like hours before. But this time you're confident, and you don't even care anymore. She delivered, it's time for fun.

And so, this time you do, also, take a moment to trace her slit with the back of your fingers. Your eyes flicker across the features of her face, relishing the small winces, jaw clenching and breath holding. But you're also a bit impatient tonight.

"Say the word and I'll stop" you whisper, brushing your nose with hers while you attempt to pull them aside.

She doesn't stop you. She remains quiet, but her heavy breathing against your lips and grip tightening on your shoulders says it all.

"Alright" you whisper with a smile, unable - and unwilling- to hide your satisfaction.

In a different situation she'd roll her eyes and come up with a sharp comment, but her panties are too soaked for her to even try. And by the way she lifts her hips, making the already easy access even easier, you can assure there is not gonna be a single comment.

The car turns to the right a bit abruptly, and you both sway. She clings onto you tighter, resting her temple against yours. You both chuckle a little, short of breath.

You slide your hand between her legs once more, and when you were planning to trace her slit delicately, the car spins one more time; turning it rough and even rude, she has to bite her lip for her life and moan with her them sealed.

She squeezes her eyes as she does, and then opens them and stares at you, wide and ready. She looks vulnerable and desperate, frowning and silently pleading

You feel like you could melt right this istant.

"Oh, forgive me, my love" you murmur, almost whining, two fingers tracing her entrance. "I just can't wait any longer".

Sliding your fingers, you circle her entrance. It's faster than she expected, and so she has to take in a sharp breath and stare at you amazed.

She whispers your name, and then a "baby—" so thin and high pitched it's almost comic.

Except it's not. Because when she mutters like that, all bothered and flushed, the one who loses her breath is you.

"I need to feel you" you say in a heated, quick whisper. And then you slide your finger in.

She has to cling to you even tighter and kiss you passionately so that you swallow her desperate whimpers. She clenches around you twice as she scoots closer, pulling her hips upwards and forward. She needs it just as bad as you.

You plunge your finger knuckle deep, greedy and without any mercy. She moans loud, her lips vibrate against yours and her legs shiver, you can feel how heated she's getting against your other hand.

She's so warm and slick it's maddening. Her wetness coats your finger copiously and gathers around your knuckle. Her inner walls hug you tightly, eager and addict.

Curling your finger, you find that spongy spot inside her and tap at it avidly. Her hips buck readily, parting her lips and sucking your tongue with lewd fervor.

"Oh, Melanie is gonna be mad" you comment playfully in a murmur, trailing kisses down her neck.

Her breath hitches when she feels your lips on her skin, but then she releases a breathy chuckle at the mention of her makeup artist. "Oh, shut up" she whispers between giggles.

Your soft laughs are mixed with pants and restrained whines, as you make your way down her body. You were shifting your finger inside her to play especially with her gspot, but now you slide it back and forth in such a delicious pace that she's only left with the desire of feeling you further.

"W-what are you doing?" she manages to mumble when you draw a line of kisses that crosses her stomach, heading downwards.

You finally settle between her legs, slowly pulling out your finger and observing intently the string of arousal connecting your fingertip to her cunt.

You smile wickedly and suck your finger under her attentive stare. You hear her bitten whimper.

Releasing your finger with a soft pop, you glance up at her, your smile intact. "Gonna have a snack" you grin.

She only has time to throw her head back before you dive in, lapping at her clit with small, accurate movements and slide this time two fingers inside her, because you are that demanding.

Her hands fly to your hair at that very instant, tugging at it as she lifts her hips. "Damn, you're gonna get me in trouble" she breathes out.

But her hips move forward. She grinds against your face and fingers with the emotion and enthusiasm of a woman who definitely doesn't want you to stop.

The back of the car fills with squelching sounds of your drenched fingers sliding in and out of her and the faint slapping sound of your tongue against your lips each time you lick upwards. Those combined with her muffled sounds, obstructed now by biting the back of one of her hands, while with the other she keeps holding your hair.

You were groping her left leg, entangled around your shoulders, but now you glide it up until it settles on her lower stomach. She inhales sharply the moment you apply pressure there, and for a moment she goes taut.

"Baby, not here—"

But you want it. You want it here. You want her to make a mess right here, in the back of this car.

You know she's close. Each time you pull in, she swallows your fingers with passion, she clenches around you, she flutters. She's almost there.

But then, the car stops. It's more sudden than you expected. You lift your head, carefully sliding out of her. She's panting heavily and she looks through the windows. There's racket outside.

Even if the event is over, a tumult of fans has gathered outside the hotel. Even if they can't see you, you two can definitely see them at either sides of the door.

Jenna pulls her dress down. "Hey, sorry, would you mind avoiding the front door? Is there a sideway entrance?" She asks to the driver through the closed window between his seat and the backseats. You see her blush even more the moment she hears how out of breath she is.

"Of course miss" he says, and you smile smugly as you stand up and sit beside her, wipping her juices off your face with the back of your hand.

She glares at you, panting but with that earnest, annoyed expression of hers. "You're a monster" she states, her tone trembling with feigned unamusement.

Still, she finds one of your hands and covers it with both of hers, as she looks through the window while the driver makes a turn.

You chuckle, kissing her cheek. "We were just getting started" you groan huskily against her skin.

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When the door closes behind you leaving you finally alone in the hotel room, you barely have enough time to sigh with relief before she literally leapes on you.

Her tongue finds yours in such a crude, filthy kiss that it's surprising even for you. Shortly after, her legs are firmly wrapped around your waist and her arms hug your shoulders tightly, desperate to feel you as close as she can.

You hear a strange noise, of fabric breaking. You tilt your head attempting to look over her shoulder. She cups your face, "don't worry about it" she pants out, covering your lips again.

You stagger your way to the bed, and she falls onto her back voicing a moan of pure enjoyment. "Fucking finally" she whispers, withdrawing her hands only to reach back and undo the zip of her dress.

You laugh softly, burying your face onto her cleavage. She arches her back. "Glad to see you as fucked up as me" you murmur in a muffled groan. "All that fucking people staring at you earlier... Was getting into me."

Leaning back a bit, you help her pull it off. She breathes out, "you weren't jealous, right?" She's smirking, but deep down you know she doesn't like jealous people.

"No" you reply right away, tossing the dress aside. You kneel between her legs - which are still obsessively grasped onto your waist- and start unbottuning your shirt as you add, "I know you're mine."

Her mouth hungs open, and she looks up at you with a mix of admiration and reverence.

It's the first time you've said that. You're not typically the couple to make statements like that, but Jenna has had a lot of events lately and that very thought has kept you going. Both because it calms down your nerves every time a man ogles at her; and it makes you swell with pride.

"I... Am" she finally says under her breath.

You both pause for a moment, the passion being so intense you need to catch your breath.

"I love you" you whisper hurriedly, getting on top of her. Your lips meet hers with unyielding conviction, the way only two women in love would kiss eachother.

She's taking off her panties as she kisses you back just as fiercely. "I'm yours" she whispers between kisses.

"Mine" you groan, and you squeeze her hips keeping her trapped underneath you. She reaches down, unbuttoning your pants. "Mine, mine, mine" you continue, attacking her neck.

You drag your teeth along her exposed skin, then trace her collarbone with your tongue, from side to side.

She inhales and nods frantically, managing to pull down your pants and panties. "Yes, baby. All yours" she moans quietly, arching her back.

You pull her hips down each time she lifts them, and she whimpers in question and complaint. Her hands wander along your back, nails scratching deliciously. Her legs are so firmly wrapped around you that you can barely move, but she definitely pulls you against her each time you grind against her stomach.

"Mine..."

Your groans sound just enough to outdo her quiet, shy pleas.

"Please..."

You fumble in the drawer nearby for the exact thing she's craving.

Her eyes are heavy lidded and she tilts her head, looking at where your hand is going. When you pull it out and she sees it, you can feel her chest swell against your chin as she inhales sharp.

"Oh yes. Fuck, yes." she hisses. Her voice is like venom and you can't bring yourself to ignore it. You need to take it all in.

Tilting your head up, you catch her lips in a heated kiss, and you both sigh and pant against eachother as you reach down and put on the harness.

You can feel her hands everywhere. They sneak to your sides, squeezing your hips. Ascending to your shoulders; gliding down to your wrists. Cupping the back of your thighs. Reaching up, cupping your face. Everywhere.

She's getting impatient, and you can feel the heat emanating from between her legs and her wetness occassionally straining your mound.

"Baby, please, hurry up" she whispers as you're adjusting the straps. She looks down, and her breath hitches once again. "The... Double one?"

The double dildo is now positioned where it should be, and you adjust the last strap before glancing up at her. "Yes" you nod. "I'm gonna feel it... Just like you."

Your whisper makes her blush violently, the goosebamps sneaking down to color her neck and upper chest. Slowly, she slides her fingers into your hair on either sides of your head, thumbs brushing over your ears.

"Please" she whispers again, this time restrained, her voice thick with anticipation.

Finally, you guide the toy to her entrance and intrude her slowly, frowning as you feel the other end entering you.

Her eyelids flutter beautifully and she throws her head back onto the pillows. However, her eyes remain on you, half-lidded and charged with emotion. Her plump lips are parted letting go soft puffs as she gets used to the pressure.

Your end is not as thick as hers, but it's just as pleasurable. You feel it slowly invading you, and you grunt as it grazes your most sensitive spots; a sound she finds incredibly tantalizing.

She winces and sinks her heels onto the small of your back. "Deeper... Deeper, please..."

You move your hips further in a slow push, till the fabric of your harness presses against her mound. She trembles visibly, and when she looks up at you she seems almost freaked out.

"Fuck, you got me all worked up earlier... I don't think I'll last long..." She wiggles her hips nonetheless, silently asking you to move.

You smile sideways briefly, then part your lips to pant as you speak and roll your hips. "Oh, poor baby... Always wanting more than she can take..."

She falls for your scheme and whimpers as she pouts. "Shut up, that's a lie" she tugs at your hair just enough to gain a breathy chuckle from you.

Your noses brush softly as you both grind against eachother, and your playful whispers bend with delightful moans.

"Oh well— then if you're that capable...-

"I obviously ah-am..."

"—I guess there's no p-problem, ah... To keep going even if you are— q-quick"

Her movements halt for a moment, allowing you to slowly slide all the way to the hilt, and she bites her lip. You look at her with smugness all over your face, and she frowns in pleasure as she nods.

"Yes" she hisses. "No fucking problem."

And when you grin, she quivers again. Reaching down, you grip her hips and pull down, keeping her in a trap she wouldn't ever wanna be release of. In response, she looks up at you like a prey knowing her time has come.

And with her lips parted and her eyes wide, she admires you as you utterly ruin her.

Your hips move frantically, each thrust making her pulsate around you, pulling you even deeper with the strenght of her heels agaisnt your back.

With each shove, you impale yourself against your end of the dildo, fucking yourself and her at the same time. It's intoxicating and unhinged. It's wild and unraveled.

It's us, you think.

Reaching up, you cup her tits and squeeze them rhythmically. She arches her back, her nipples hard and aching for attention against your palms.

You push them so that they squish against eachother and duck your head, alternating between sucking one and tweaking the other. It's messy and unmeasured, but that's exactly what she needs it right now. That's how you feel right now. Untamed, uncontrollably crazy about her.

And so when her body seizes up and she squeezes your waist with her thighs, and she pulls at your hair and moans miserably, coming around your cock, you just can't find it in yourself to stop.

It goes on and on for more than you two can count. Not even you can keep up with yourselves, drinking from eachother's bodies as if that was the only way you could nurture your souls.

Jenna is touchy and needy, too in love with you and with the way you're handling her to listen to her own body, which shakes with each drawn-out thrust after you've both reached several orgasms.

Skin slick, limbs numb, the frantic fucking turns into slow, sloppy love-making after what could be hours. Alternating between straps, hands, tongues and just raw grinding, your bodies get so used to the dildos that it's just soft giggles and trembling sighs each time you slip it in again.

"I'm gonna update my thoughts on possessiveness" she whispers in your ear while you trace her jawline with your mouth.

You chuckle quietly, fanning her glowing skin. "Might be into it, huh?" You tilt your head, faintly grazing her cheek with your lips.

She nods slowly in a playful manner. "Only if it's you" she murmurs glancing at you.

Turning her head, her lips curl up into a soft smile as she repeats against your lips, "only with you."

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yamysunmoon · 8 days ago

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Finally added a fucking cover!!

Idk why it took this long

Please write sub fem reader x Dom jenna ortega and having us in restraints and we call her mommy and if we don't she get mad and stops PLEASE WRITE THE SMUT PLEASE include praises and jenna making us beg too

Not 'till i say so

Pairing: Jenna ortega x fem!reader

Summary: basically what anon said except for the mommy nickname, just 'cause i don't feel it suits her. I chose a different title instead;). Also a very stubborn and haughty reader (brat, basically).

Words count: 4k

Warnings: dom!jenna, sub!reader. brat!reader, brat-taming!jenna, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, hair pulling, oral (J receiving), slightly free use kink, punishment.

a/n: girl i was literally almost finished with this when i realized what you meant by "having us in restraints" 😭 idk why my bilingual mind understood ruined orgasms when you were talking about bondage i presume 😅 sorry i can't add the restraints part now, but i'll keep that practice in mind for a different shot. Hope you enjoy this one anyways! and sorry lol

MASTERLIST

Jenna always had her ways with you.

She always knew how to tease you, how to handle you. How to catch your attention in such a subtle, elegant way. How to frustrate you, too.

Her ways shrouded you in such a submissive mindset that it made you blush violently with embarrassment and arousal.

You hated how easy it was for her to tempt you, and how easy she made it for you to give in.

And so, in nights like this, in which you had had a stressful day at work and she decided to take you out for dinner, your mind was in a especially stubborn mess state. But also in urgent need to give up control.

And there she was, giving you playful stares glinting with mischief and cheer. She always had this light in her, this sparkle.

She'd take a sip of her wine without taking her eyes off you, and then quip with a sharp sarcastic comment that would make you stifle a chuckle, covering your mouth with your hand, refusing to give her the credit of being this funny so easily.

It was a dynamic only the two of you fully understood. Sometimes you felt stupid, pretending you didn't want her to behave like this when you clearly loved it. But she made sure you didn't feel too unsure, because she was addicted to breaking your walls, to get you to admit your true, deepest desires.

Hence her fingertips leaving insinuated feather-touch grazes on the back of your hand as she giggled; or the way in which her profound brown eyes would linger on you a little longer than expected; or her teeth softly capturing her bottom lip while listening to you; were all details you rolled your eyes to, while sighing dreamily in your mind.

Because you could always pretend all you want, but deep down you both knew the truth.

Also, you were having a weird time accepting her public displays of flirting and physical touch, out of mere shyness. But you liked to hide your true feelings behind this challeginging, fake 'i don't give a fuck' attitude.

But then you felt the tip of her heels grazing your calf, making you almost choke on your wine.

"Oh, everything okay, baby?" she asked faking being clueless.

You nodded, gulping, your eyes watering for a second. "Yeah, yeah" you gabbled, taking another swig.

She looked down, hiding a smirk.

The dinner continued without more surprises... Apparently. Because, really, her foot kept wandering along your leg, drawing iddle patterns, promising unspoken intentions.

You went on pretending you didn't care, pretending she wasn't doing anything to you. But you also were shifting on your seat everytime she looked away, trying to ease the growing ache between your thighs.

After dinner, you had a small chat, allegedly talking about the food, but really you could barely concentrate.

She was casually propping her forearms against the table, slightly leaned forward in a way of showing her undivided attention to you.

She was probably commenting on the food, but you could barely listen to her, given the way she was looking at you.

Her head was scarcely tilted down, and she was looking at you through her eyelashes, which she was batting seductively as she said sweet nothings she knew you were not listening to. Which leads it all to the current situation.

Her bangs crown her beautiful face, and the sudden urge of watching her from below, witnessing the sweat emerging on her skin making those perfec brushed bangs stick to her forehead, drenched; invades you.

Your lips part inevitably, and you lean back as you release a very soft pant, looking down, breaking eye contact with the excuse of taking off your napkin.

Her husky voice fades, and you know she's looking at you with that fucking smug smile printed on her face. You roll your eyes internally.

She doesn't say a word, though. You can already tell there's a plan forming in that little, machiavellian mind of hers.

Heading home, there's barely any conversation. She's busy driving, and you're busy thinking about the variety of ways you long for her to ruin you.

Finally at home, you're taking your shoes off sat on the edge of the bed when she walks in, also kicking her heels off.

"The vegan steak was something to die for, foreal" she casually comments, putting her heels away.

You nod without even processing her words. "Yeah, it was incredible."

You don't notice it, but she glances at you playfully. "Oh, you agree? You seemed... Distracted."

You freeze for a second, this first reaction immediately followed by the urgency of denying.

"I was fine."

You resume to your task, undoing the knots of your adidas in an attempt of postponing the inminent reaction.

But you hear her steps towards you. Soon enough, she's stading in front of you, firm. You sit up and dare to look up at her, narrowing your eyes a bit.

"Are you sure about that?"

Her voice immediately makes your breath hitch. She's challenging you.

You swallow hard, thinking she hasn't noticed that. She has; it's obvious when a corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly, in a mocking tiny smirk.

"I was alright." You state again, defiant.

Your hands clench into fists when she crosses her legs, and she puts her hands on her hips.

"Aw, is that right? See, I don't believe you, baby girl."

You clench your jaw, feeling the heat flooding through your veins. Your mouth goes dry and you swallow again. Her gaze drifts down to watch your throat bob, and now her expression is earnest. Eyebrows scooted down, she looks into your eyes.

"I know there was something inside that pretty head of yours. You were fantasizing about something instead of listening to me." Her accusation makes you blush faintly. "Care to explain?"

You frown and purse your lips. You know what she's doing. And it's fucking intoxicating.

You decide to push a bit further.

Turning your head to give her your cheek, you look away. "Can't a girl have some privacy?" You say in a mocking tone.

She takes a step forward, and your thighs tremble subtly as she parts them with her own.

"She can," she says in a lower voice, "but that is different from hiding. Now tell me, doll, what are you hiding?"

You hiss, sitting up straighter as you feel your heart slamming violently against your chest. You look at her, avoiding her face and instead staring at her torso, and the red dress hugging it.

You gulp when you see her closer, she's bending a bit. "Come on. Don't make me repeat myself" she warns, crooning.

You lean back, trying to keep some distance. You prop yourself on your hands and turn your head again. You sigh deeply, "Look, Jenna..."

"Don't" she spits out harshly. You freeze then, peek up at her.

You find her closer than expected, one of her hands already wandering your right upper thigh as she maintains the other firmly pressed against the mattress.

Her hand trails up, and you find yourself speechless at her display of dominance.

"Don't what?" you manage to shoot, tilting your head. You already know the answer, but the act of teasing her is captivating.

She frowns ever so slightly, and her touch becomes more purposeful. "Do not call me Jenna right now" she states firmly. "You know better than that."

You smirk, feeling confident in your brattiness. You turn your head to her and look at her haughtly. "Oh yeah, I certainly know better, huh...? Miss."

Her eyes crickle at the corners just a little, with a small smile on her lips. "Precisely. Much better" she whispers, just when her hand reaches your crotch.

You hold your breath and arch your back instinctively. You didn't expect her to be so straightforward.

"So?" she coos, pressing her palm against you. "What was distracting you earlier?"

You huff. "You're not gonna just drop it, are you?" you say, sarcastic.

She frowns, then arches one eyebrow, and her touch loosens pressure.

You authomatically push your hips forward. She tsks and shakes her head. "I'm not gonna give you what you want if you keep playing me. So, watch that attitude" she announces, determined.

Her voice is laced with tenderness, but you know it's all just part of her soft type of domination. It's not less authoritarian, though, and the warning in her tone makes your pussy throb.

You clench your jaw once more, conflicted. You could push further, test her limits, or you could give in.

She makes the decision for you.

Her palm presses against you again, and you inhale sharply. Her dark eyes are firmly fixed on yours, her gaze being too magnetic. You attempt to look away, but her other hand grabs your chin, tilting your head on her favour.

"Eyes on me" she commands in that cooing, soft voice of hers.

"Are you gonna answer my question or do I have to pull away?"

You sigh heavily, your chest aching with unspent desire.

"I was fucking horny, okay?" you finally admit in a heated whisper. "I was... I was starting to want you so bad, at that fucking restaurant. I was getting..."

You trail off and attempt to look away, but she keeps you in place. She unbuttons your jeans deftly. Sliding her hand under your jeans, she leans in. "You what, beautiful? C'mon, say it already... Use your big words."

Her voice is like a curse, and you're for sure bewitched.

"I was getting all flustered and frustrated" you hardly whisper, your hips rolling seeking some friction against her maddening motionless hand.

She purrs, delighted. "Oh, there she is. My vocal girl, finally" she teases, failing on hiding her obvious amusement.

She starts moving her hand, rubbing her palm and digits against you. You throw your head back, releasing a soft sigh of relief, a little too high-pitched for your liking, which makes you blush.

"Aww..." she notices it, and her voice let's you know she's not planning on giving you a break soon. "Is my baby girl finally letting go? Hm, so sweet when you get real..."

Choosing to ignore her teasing, you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head forward, against her shoulder. Your breathing is getting ragged already, you hadn't noticed how bad you needed her hand on you.

Your chest heaves with each batted breath, and your face feels hot. She's so infuriating, you think to yourself as you buck desperately against her hand.

I can't stand her, you keep noodling, as you grasp onto her, your hands clutching her arms.

You hear her dark chuckles fanning over your hair, and then her lips pressing against your head. "You're too cute, sweetheart" she keeps teasing.

She knows what she's doing, really. Her banter makes you more frustrated and needy, causing you to fuck yourself against her hand harder, faster, more impatient. It only gets you closer and closer.

Your heavy breathing turns into delicate whimpers. "Ngh... B-baby..." You stammer, and your sultry noises becomes a sound of plea when she slows down.

You peek up at her with glossy, confused eyes. She looks down at you, her brown eyes darker than ever. You feel her hand completely stopping and it makes you really desperate. Jokes aside.

"Please. P-please, uh... Miss. Miss, please. I beg of you. Keep go-ing..."

Just as you're reciting a number of pleas, she resumes with her tortous massage, making you jolt and buck again.

"Mmmph Miss... Miss..."

Now that you've found the key word, you cling to it like a lifesaver.

You keem whining, your voice vibrating against her neck. You keep rolling your hips. You keep submitting to her, because fucking hell it feels like heaven.

And just when your movements are turning more and more erratic, more and more needy, suddenly her touch disappears.

She withdraws her hand from your jeans and stands up so firmly that she kinda pushes you away.

"Miss, what...?" You ask perplexed, but your question dies in your lips as you watch her get undressed.

You hear your own husky moan leave your throat as you watch her crimson dress fall down, leaving her in her lace red bra and lace red thong. You swallow hard as you ogle at her.

You don't even register the feeling of your hips pulling down onto the mattress, rubbing yourself against it, until you hear her mocking, low voice.

"Did someone give you permission to grind like a greedy little thing?"

You feel the blush creeping down your neck and up to your ears. Peeking up at her, your voice sounds thin and embarrassed.

"No, Miss."

"Then what do you think you're doing?"

The call out causes you to clench around nothing, your thighs brushing together as you look up at her.

You feel the submission slipping into you like a cortain, filling every little thought in your brain, every doubt.

You gulp and let your hands rest languidly on your lap, palms up, open and available. You exhale deeply.

Her frowned expression changes into smugly satisfaction. She could ask further, push you a little more. Make you admit you've finally given in.

But she knows better than that. You're already looking up at her like a little desperate doll, eager to please her, eager to obey. Blush is all over your face, your skin gleaming, still a faint contortion of unspent desire in your features.

Yeah, she knows better than that. She has you exactly where she wants you, either way.

And so, she takes a step closer, comfortably standing between your now spread thighs -she's made sure you're well spread for her again- and one of her hands finds your hair.

Without saying a word, she tugs at your hair in that particular way that makes your scalp tickle.

You let out a drawn-out sigh as you feel your forehead press against her lower stomach and your nose pressing against her bundle of nerves through her thong.

"Against me. Completely" she commands in a murmur, softer now. You lift your chin a bit, and finally your lips make contact with the fabric.

She tortures you, for what feels like hours.

She rolls her hips in such a way that makes you whimper miserably, too turned on to even beg her to let you taste her properly.

Instead, you let her play with you, rub against you in that eight-shaped movement she makes.

Your hands are splayed out on her sides, sometimes gliding up to her back, sometimes lower, grabbing her ass. Doesn't fail to make her gasp, not even once.

You can smell her scent so vividly. You nuzzle against her with your eyes closed, focusing on her addictive scent and the feeling of her nails scratching your head, her fingers cardling through your hair.

And her sounds. Oh, her sounds are worth the suffering.

She pants so deliciously, murmuring husky words Sweet nothings that slip into your brain, changing your thoughts, molding them however she wants until it's all just her, her, her.

Her movements get gradually more opened, more profound, until she's shamelessly grinding against you, until you can feel her thick thighs pressing against your ears, her noises coming muffled now.

Finally, she looses her patience.

"Make me proud, honey" she says in that husky, low voice of hers, as her hands find yours and she guides you to pull down her thong.

The first taste feels like too much, and still not enough. You delve into her as if you had been thirsty for days, as if she was the first fuel you find after days in a desert.

Your fingers curl, nails sinking into the back her thighs as you pull her against you.

She lets out the prettiest of moans, throwing her head back, as her hands slide to the back of your head, fists full of your hair.

You breath heavily against her, your hot breath making her squirm slightly, blending heavenly with her firm shoves.

You whimper in a plea against her, feeling the ache between your legs burn.

"Miss..." you manage to mumble as you suck on her folds eagerly.

"You- You may" she breathes out, looking down with half-lidded eyes. "But only... Only because you're doing such a good job eating me out."

You nod as you lick, adding a different sensation that makes her exhale heavily and buck harder against you.

You grope her ass greedily as you roll your own hips, avidly dry humping the mattress below you.

You can hear her deep sighs as she plays with your hair. You can tell she's controlling herself, keeping herself on edge to last longer. Only to torture you, only to play with herself.

You wrap your lips around her clit and suck rhythmically as you tap at it with the tip of your tongue. She gasps and moans, and then she lets out breathy chuckles as she slows down the motion of her hips.

"I'll cum whenever I want, sweetheart. And you'll keep eating me out until you feel me all over your face, hm? You don't get to decide" she coos, stroking your hair lovingly.

You exhale through your nostrils, and you find yourself rubbing harder against the mattress.

It makes you go absolutely feral, when she teases you like this. When she reminds you about your agreements. When she reminds you the control she has over you. When she reminds you how much you love it.

You exhale a weak whimper, that's all the response you're capable of making. She giggles at your obviously eager mental state.

Her hands slip to the sides of your head, and she tugs at your hair there, making you lean back.

"You gotta reply when someone is talking to you, baby girl" you see her smirk as she looks down at you.

You huff almost unperceptibly, and you have to gather every strengh on you not to roll your eyes.

"Sorry, Miss", you say with a hint of exasperation.

She arches one eyebrow. "Say that again?" she challenges.

Your breath hitches at the calmness in her obvious threat. You gulp.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Won't happen again. You'll cum whenever you want to, obviously."

Your voice is breathy and slightly hoarse from the muffled whimpering. She grins.

"That's right" she says in a thick voice before pulling you against her.

This time she's not gentle. She bucks against you, she fucks your mouth for all you're worth.

Your not able to make any coherent thought, but if you were, you'd realize this is part of your punishment too. Getting fucked without really getting fucked.

"Hm, that's it baby girl, that's it..." she moans as her movements turn erratic, firm, demanding.

Her moans get louder and louder, she hisses and shover her hips against you until she goes stiff. You feel her hot cum against your flat tongue a few moments later. You tilt your head up and down greedily, slurping and licking every last drop.

"Good girl, baby" she groans, you feel her fingers in your hair, stroking and tugging gently.

She gives you a couple of final thrusts before pulling back, her hands go to your shoulders, pushing you softly yet firmly.

You fall onto your back, looking down at her as she kicks off her thong long forgotten around her ankles, and crawls on top of you.

You gulp and then part your lips, releasing soft pants. "Please..." you whimper pathetically, your hands now wandering her sides.

She bites her lip and nods, looking at you through her eyelashes.

"Yeah baby? You need it that bad?" she coos.

Her voice is tempting, but her actions are secure- her hands find the waistband of your jeans easily and pull them down, as well as your panties.

"Yes" you hiss. "Yes I need it" you breath out, blushing again.

"Awhm, my pretty mess..." she purrs, settling between your legs as she levels you, her nose brushing against yours playfully.

You choke in a gasp when you feel her fingertips tracing your slit. "You're so wet, babydoll" she whispers as if it was a secret, then giggles beautifully.

You frown and bite your lip, struggling to keep your sharp mouth shut. You know she's testing you, she wants to push you.

But you're too far gone, your legs stuttering just with the mere thought of release, after this much teasing. And so you continue humiliating yourself.

"Please Miss... Please, I'm begging..."

Your hands run up her arms until you cup her face. She can see herself in your desperate gaze.

She makes a gesture as in considering your urgent pleas. But finally, she smirks.

"Come here" she murmurs, crashing her lips against yours in a heated kiss as her thumb finds your clit and she plunges her index finger into you.

You arch your back and moan loudly against her mouth, but she isn't benevolent. Not tonight.

She swallows your moans insisting on kissing you, turning you into a squirming mess as her finger bumps in and out mercilessly and her thumb circles your clit applying a bit more pressure that you'd want.

Suddenly, an idea lights up in your head. She's touching you in that way... In that way in which she touches you when she wants to make you cum. Abruptly.

You whine in complain, and she beams in the kiss. "I told you. I'm in charge" it's all she gives you before continuing with her sultry assault.

You throw your head back, breaking the kiss and she goes for your neck, tireless.

You let out a series of hoarse whines, rolling your hips desperately against her hand, giving in to your primal desires even if you'd like to drawn it out since she made you wait this much.

You'd like to last, to really enjoy her touch to its full extent, but she doesn't make it easy for you.

Unstoppable, she combines the gentle tapping of your g-spot with the relentless circling on your clit, applying too much pressure for you to keep it together.

Arching your back and spreading your legs, with your toes curling, you feel the pleasure about to explode.

And it does, it does explode but just when it's hitting you like a tidal wave, she withdraws her thumb from your clit, leaving you with a weak yet overwhelming sensation that washes through you, leaving you with nothing.

You sigh and pant hardly, and you look at her. She's staring back at you with that smug expression on her face, whilst her digit is still rubbing against your inner walls as they clench and twitch, sensitive and oddly sated.

You look at her feeling something between absolute despise and devoted lust.

"I can't believed you just ruined my orgasm as a punishment."

She lets out a breathy chuckle and withdraws her finger as she leans in and kisses your cheek. "Aw, baby.... I told you I would one day. You said it'd be so hot..." She quips.

"Oh, it is" you say sarcastically, but also not; because you are not lying. That release was powerful and life-changing, but she ruined the end which makes it even more remarkable.

"Aw, baby..." she murmurs, adjusting to cage one of your legs between hers as she presses herself down onto you and nuzzles against your neck. "Are you grumpy?" she teases, although she's also checking in.

You shake your head subtly. "No. It's... It's okay. That was incredible. Thank you." You sound a bit dry because you're still speechless, trying to catch your breath.

She chuckles, satisfied with your response. Propping herself on one elbow, she looks down at you with a grin as she traces your features with a furtive finger.

"Are you gonna behave all stubborn and haughty with me again?"

Her voice is so irresistible you can't help but whimper quietly. Turning your head towards her, you shake it. "No, Miss."

"Will you lie to me again?"

"I won't, Miss."

"Is that so? You'll be a good girl for me and admit it when you're needy and crave my attention?"

"Yes, Miss. I promise I will. I'll be your good girl."

She chuckles mischievously. "That's my girl" she murmurs as she leans in for a searing kiss.

You melt into the kiss, feeling content and cherished in her arms.

She murmurs sweet praises to you, reassuring you on how good you've been in the scene, on how good you've made her feel.

You also whisper vulnerable confessions to her, admitting how owned she's made you feel, and how good of a domme she is to you.

Because when the cortains fall and the heels are kicked off, only the two of you understand how beautiful and sacred this is. How much care you put into it. How much you love eachother.

Only the two of you know.

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yamysunmoon · 15 days ago

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#i hate to be that person but i am #writers of tumblr #fanfic #writing community #creative writing #on writing #writers #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity

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yamysunmoon · 18 days ago

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The friends were chilling in the Nevermore common room, all of them on their phones, minding their own business

Wednesday is in her 'trying to be cute to her girlfriend' stage after Yoko told her to at least try

Wednesday: *walks in with.. a jar, tapping Enid on the shoulder to get her attention* Enid. I have brought you a gift.

Enid: *pulls out her headphones* Ohhhh what is it??

Yoko: *watches their interaction with interest* is that a jar with.. water?

Wednesday: *shoots her a warning glare* No it's not a 'glass with water'. It's a jar with the tears of my enemies. Distilled under the full moon. Cried in fear. Harvested with tongs.

Enid: *takes the jar with sparkling eyes* that's like... so adorable

Yoko: That's... terrifying

Bianca: *points at the jar with a look of disgust written on her face* That's probably a felony

Divina: *shakes her head* No no. That's several felonies

Enid: Awwww! I'm gonna put it on my nightstand *snuggles the jar*

Wednesday: *nods approvingly* I shall retrieve more. The bullies at fencing practice looked weak today.

Yoko: Respectfully, how are you two okay with this dynamic?

Wednesday: a Curse.

Enid: Love

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yamysunmoon · 28 days ago

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You look at us and are so quick to throw your stones.

Abusers. Freaks. Unnatural. Monsters. Weak. Pathetic. BDSM is Wrong.

Wrong, how?

How is it wrong to want to know ourselves more deeply? To seek connection that goes beyond the surface? To touch and be touched in ways that awaken the heart, that make the skin hum and the soul stretch toward something bigger, something raw and reverent and real?

You sneer at what you do not understand, because understanding would require effort. Empathy. Willingness. And you’re not willing, are you? You don’t want to look behind the curtain. You don’t want to see that we are not broken. That what we do is not senseless violence or cruelty.

You want to believe your judgment is the truth. That it’s simpler to call us names, to paint us with the filthiest brush you can find, than to admit that what we share is something you could never dare to even comprehend.

Because here’s the truth you don’t want to admit—

There is beauty in this.

There is poetry in the way a submissive offers themselves up, trembling but willing, eyes bright with trust and devotion. There is sacredness in the silence between a bound body and the whisper of rope tightening across skin. There is love - yes, love - in every practiced stroke, every carefully drawn line between consent and surrender, pain and pleasure, dominance and devotion.

You think this is abuse dressed in leather.

But let me ask you something. Do you know the level of trust it takes to kneel? The courage it takes to give up control? Do you know what it means to hear someone whisper their safe word and stop immediately, because their comfort and safety comes before your ego?

No. You don’t know. Because if you did, you wouldn’t dare compare what we do to abuse.

Abuse is abuse because it violates consent. Because it isolates, controls, and strips away agency. And I’ll remind you that abuse happens in marriages, in friendships, in families, and in every corner of life. It is not the rope that makes it abuse. It’s the absence of consent. And BDSM, at its very core, is the opposite.

We create containers of consent and surrender, a sacred space where we hold each other through pain, through pleasure, through power. We build dynamics around trust so strong it would break most of you. We hold each other accountable. We talk. We care. We negotiate. We nurture. We grow.

So don’t you dare compare that to abuse.

This is not about broken people. This is about brave people. People who have the courage to say, “This is who I am. This is what I need. This is how I want to give myself to someone, or be held.”

So do not drag us into your narratives of shame because it’s easier than facing the depth of our care, the artistry of our control, the boldness of our honesty.

So call me wrong again. Call me perverse. Call me abuser. Call me twisted.

And I’ll tell you this—

I have held a sobbing women in my arms after their first cathartic release. I have kissed trembling hands as they learned what it means to trust again. I have whispered, “You are safe now,” to someone who had never known what safety felt like.

So you don’t get to brand that as ugly. You don’t get to erase the beauty we have built just because it does not look like your comfort zone.

The BDSM community is not new. We’ve always been here. And we’re not going anywhere.

So if you're going to judge us, at least have the courage to see us first.

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yamysunmoon · 29 days ago

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😍😍😍😍😍

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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yamysunmoon · 30 days ago

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if your not too busy with other requests, I would like to request!

It would be Mabel X dom reader (established relationship) and it would be basically that scene of “you were asleep but the rest of you was awake” part. But it would just be extended without hurrying to get on the boat. Thank you if you do this request! 🫶🫶 (Not forcing)

Good morning, beautiful

Pairing: mabel finestkind x dom!fem!reader

summary: what this gorg anon said.

Also i'm so sorry it took this long to publish this one (it came to me in may). It's been honestly easy and fun to write, but yeah my rhythm is slow sometimes. Sorry <3

words: 1.2k

warnings: NSFW, +18 DNI, sub!Mabel, dom!reader, overstim if you squint really hard

MASTERLIST

The gentle sunlight bathes both of your bodies as it slips through the wood covering Mabel's windows.

The tepid morning breeze grazes your face, but that caress isn't enough to wake you up. There's something else, though, someone else; who can definitely make that happen.

Her soft morning kisses peppering your right cheek make you stirr. Her heat against your leg, make you shift.

"Hm, baby...?" you murmur, confused and amused, glancing at her through your half-lidded eyes.

You find her grinning lazily, looking at you through her thick eyelashes covered in a smudged mascara from last night.

"Morning, beautiful" she says in a husky voice, nuzzling against your cheek. "Slept well?" she adds in a seductive, playful voice.

She pushes her hips forward bluntly in a deliberate motion, and you have to swallow a groan.

You tilt your head to face her, but before you speak you can already feel her hands roaming over your chest, stomach and upper thighs. Instead of answering her question, you let go a gasp with a smirk on your lips.

"You definitely did"

She nods meaningfully, "uh huh" she agrees in that mocking way of hers. "Fell asleep before you and woke up before you too. And maybe..." she continues, leaning in to trail kisses down your neck.

"Maybe you were asleep, but..." She finds that particular sensitive spot in your neck, making you shiver visibly. Her hands squeeze your sides, right where your hips meet your thighs. "...The rest of you was awake."

She looks up at you, beaming, showing the teeth that then she sinks onto your skin, nipping your chest.

You smile sideways and cup her face, pulling her into a proper kiss. "You're always so horny in the morning" you whisper as you tilt your head, then trace her bottom lip with your tongue.

You can feel her lips stretching under your tongue as she smiles. "You know the deal with me" she whispers back, before returning the kiss and giving you access to her mouth.

The kiss keeps going, and she climbs up until she's completely straddling your thigh. You spread your legs so that your other leg is out of the way, and she locks her leg between yours securely.

This way, you suddenly find yourself grunting against her lips, since you can feel her grinding against your leg, and you can grind against hers as well.

The morning kiss turns into a passionate make-out session in which you both roll your hips hungrily, each thrust fueling the fire inside you.

Your stomach flutters and your heart beats fast, slamming against your ribs, urging you to pull her closer, press her against you.

She complies eagerly, choking in a needy whimper. She blesses you with the feeling of her tits pressed against yours through your shirts.

Her hips move in a delicious eight-shaped motion, and she moans against your lips, her teeth grazing your upper lip as she tilts her head in a desperate, uncoordinated kiss.

You have to chuckle quietly, you can't help it. She whines in protest and nips your lip. "Shut up" she groans, grumpy but sensitive.

You giggle lowly, your hands descending along her sides till you find her waist and grip it firmly.

"You're such a whiny girl" you murmur leaning back to appreciate the frown forming when you pull her even closer, causing the friction to be almost painful. "My perfect, whiny girl" you add in a breathy, husky voice.

She looks at you through her aching expression. "Baby, please..." she hisses and pushes her hips back when you continue pulling her closer.

Her panties and shorts are so pressed against her cunt. She's so wet it's sticking to her skin, and her clit is swollen and incredibly sensitive. She can take slow, profound grinding, but a prolonged push forward ends up squishing her clit in a delicious and painful way.

You arch one eyebrow, inquisitive.

"Hm? What's that?" your voice turns lower and curious, as if you were really wondering what's happening. But you know. Oh, you know.

That's why she frowns. This time she's narrowing her eyes, suspicious. "You're mean..." She murmurs, more as statement than a complaint.

You met out a dark chuckle and pull her closer again, slowly, making her hiss again. However, her hands are firmly pressed against your tits, cupping them in fact. And even in her desperate state, overwhelmed with intense sensations, she squeezes your tits, seeking even more.

Your gaze flickers briefly to your chest, then back at her.

"Whiny and greedy as fuck" you comment, making her blush violently.

She gasps in deep embarrassment and leans forward, hiding in the crook of your neck.

"You're an asshole" she says through clenched teeth, although one of her hands slips up, caressing your collarbone and then cupping the side of your neck.

You coo and shake your head slowly. "It was just an observation." You murmur, leaving a gentle silence between you both as you gently pull her hips back, and then forward again, guiding her.

A long sigh leaves her lips, and you know she's rolling her eyes. With her eyelids fluttering, her eyelashes are grazing your neck.

Once she starts moving exactly like you want her to, you glide your hands higher embracing her in your arms.

You also nuzzle against her neck, just like she's nuzzling against yours. She moves her knees forward and you groan and moan quietly when the one pressed against your center finds the perfect angle.

You feel her lips against your neck, pliant and willing again, and then a rush of passion washes over her and she cups your face and makes you look at her, only to then devour your mouth as if it was her ultimate salvation, her manna from heaven.

You melt in the kiss, and you relish in the sensation of having utter control over her body, yet metaphorically falling onto your knees each time she kisses you like this.

After some long minutes grinding against eachother, swallowing eachother's whimpers and her particularly delicious pleas, you roll onto your stomach guiding her to roll onto her back, switching positions.

She's flushed, hair dishevelled when you gently break the kiss, only to keep eye contact as you make your way down her body, kissing her cleavage.

Her hands are in your hair, and she manages to smile affectionately through her expression drowned in that aching need.

"Thank you", she whispers, even if you still haven't even started.

You smile and continue your way down, your hands now cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under your touch.

She throws her head back, arching her back towards your touch, you now feel her hands covering yours. Or attempting to, since hers are adorably smaller.

Sadly, you have to a abandon her hold to grab the waistband of her shorts and panties and pull it all down. She was about to grumble, but she silences herself turning her inminent whine into a moan of grattitude.

"Any complains?" you look up with a smugly expression, a wry smile on your lips as you toss aside her clothes under her ardent stare.

She shakes her head, determined, and her hands snake down to capture yours and return them back to where they belong. "None, Ma'am" she states, satisfied.

Now that you have her bare from her waist down, willing and still, waiting for your next move and with her hands covering yours on her tits; you know you have her exactly where you want her.

"Then let me enjoy my breakfast."

The dominant suggestion leaves your lips in a low, secure tone, before you duck your head and dip your tongue between her folds.

She instanty responds. Hissing, she lifts her hips, seeking more friction. Usually you'd scoop her thighs with your arms and hold her firmly, but you can feel her body quivering under yours. So desperate, so ready. Struggling to hold back.

She's been pretty good for you. She has behaved. She deserves this.

And so, you tilt your head up and down delicately, nuzzling against her slick skin, letting her scent fill your senses. The tip of your nose brushes gently against the hood of her clit, and your hot and soft puffs serve to prepare her for the long, thorough licks you give her right after.

Her entire body undulates towards you, following your lead in this erotic dance. Her hands slide from the back of yours, to your forearms, arms, hair, shoulders. She sometimes cups your cheeks only to pull you closer, only to attempt to ride your face harder and faster.

But that is something you're not gonna allow. Gently guiding her hands somewhere else before cupping her tits again, she whines quietly in silent complain before giving in to your desire of eating her out in detail.

She's perfectly aware of what's happening. You're having a feast on her. And she rather take it like a good girl, or melt under your touch in a wrecked pleasure because of her stubborness.

But she's not willing to ruin her fun. Not when you know her body like it's yours. Not when you know exactly what she needs, physically and mentally.

And so you feel her body relax as she sighs deeply, you feel her thighs distense at the sides of your face, you feel the cool air against your skin as she spreads wider, letting the sides of her thighs hit the bed, pliant and open.

You squeeze her breasts for long seconds before slowly losening the grip, and then glide your hands under her shirt, gratting her with direct contact that she welcomes with a drawn out moan.

For further praise for her behaviour, you start bobbing your head in small, firm thrusts, as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck rhythmically, letting your tongue tap at the bundle of nerves in the same pace of her hips.

A choked whine vibrates in her throat, filling the room, as well as the wet sound that makes you dizzy and extremely focused at the same time.

You can feel her ragged breathing against your palms, her tits jiggle between your fingers, trembling under your skilled touch.

You suck harder and faster -following her unspoken desires- and tweak her nipples, and it's over for her.

She falls apart inevitably and beautifully. She shatters beneath you, her hips shaking uncontrollably before she goes taut, lifting them impossibly hard against your mouth. Then, she rocks her hips insistently, drawing out her orgasm as far as she can take it, taking in everything you offer with passionate greed.

Feeling her tits sensitive against your palms, you massage them giving her an anchor to which hold onto. You feel her hands all over you— tossing your hair, gripping your shoulders, your arms, your palms through the shirt.

You can tell she's overwhelmed and incredibly sensitive.

She finally decides to stick to your hands, pulling the shirt up above her collarbone, and you feel her hot, trembling fingers weakily caressing the back of your hands.

She's twitching and still whimpering quietly, and she has to free a deep sigh when you trace her slit downwards and circle her entrance with your tongue.

She calls your name in sotto voce. "M-my love... I'm..."

"I know, baby" you coo between laps in a low voice. "I know..."

After long minutes cleaning her up in which she whines miserably yet spreads her legs wider as they shake, you give her a final lick. "Gorgeous" you groan admiring her cunt before looking up at her.

What you find is even prettier.

She has one arm over her forehead now, in a gesture of pure exhaustation and deep satiation.

Her lips are plumped and deep pink. They are parted letting go huffs as she tries to catch her breath. Eyes closed, the mascara is completely smudged now, but still manages to outline the shape or her eyes gracefully.

The freckles splashed across her face are even more prominent due to how flushed she is, and her expression is still contorted in pleasure, frowning in the bliss that she's trying to take in.

Fluttering her eyelids, she opens her eyes and looks down at you. "Fuck... That's exactly what I needed" she says in a shaky, affectionate tone. Her lips curl up into a lazy smile.

You smile as well, wide, as you climb up her body, leaving kisses on your way up. "You're welcome" you shrug, smugly.

"Smartass" she says rolling her eyes, then looks at you again, completely infatuated.

Now you're leveling her, on top of her.

"Mhm, I'm the smartass who wakes up to her girlfriend humping her leg every morning..."

She nudges your arm playfully, and you both chuckle. "Yeah, you are welcome" she shoots back, sharp.

Smiling, you nod. "Indeed" you say in a breathy chuckle, before meeting her mouth once again.

The gentle buzz of your phone under the pillows interrupts your post-fucking makeout session.

"Who is it?" she asks as you grab it and check. You see your friend's name on the screen. Then you remember, you had that thing to attend to, with your brother...

You look at her.

"Nothing more important than this. Than you" you state confidently, then lean in to give in to the temptantion that are her lips.

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yamysunmoon · 1 month ago

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In my humble opinion, season 2 might bring us an incredible parallel between Enid's storyline and Wednesday's.

In season 1, Enid struggles to fully use her powers, finding herself unable to wolf out no matter what. She ends up transforming when it matters the most: when Wednesday's about to be killed by Tyler.

In season 2, apparently Wednesday's struggling too with her own powers, her visions glitching to the point, I guess, of being completely useless. It's Enid's turn to be in danger and, according to the official season synopsis, Wednesday will try anything to gain her powers back in order to save her.

If (and I truly hope so) she manages to do so, then both Enid and Wednesday will have found enough strength in each other to unlock their true potential.

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yamysunmoon · 1 month ago

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MISC SMUT PROMPTS

1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”

2. “are you just going to watch?”

3. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

4. “you’re such a needy girl”

5. “you just keep doing what you’re doing”

6. “you’re fucking soaked”

7. “you make me so wet”

8. “can i ask you for something?”

9. “please don’t think i’m weird for this…”

10. “does that turn you on?”

11. “i need your fingers”

12. “say/do it like you mean it”

13. “scream my name while you cum”

14. “why don't you make it up to me?"

15. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

16. “on your knees”

17. “turn around”

18. “bend over”

19. “spread your legs”

20. “open wider”

21. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

22. “lift your leg”

23. “i’m bored, let’s play”

24. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

25. “harder”

26. “it’s my turn now”

27. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

28. “spank me”

29. “choke me”

30. “bite me”

31. “you can practice on me”

32. “this is a one time thing”

33. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

34. “we can’t do this”

35. “i ordered us something”

36. “that looks too big”

37. “you bought a vibrator?”

38. “sit here”

39. “while standing?”

40. “give me your hand”

41. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

42. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

43. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

44. “you’re so spoiled”

45. “can we use a toy?”

46. “can i use a toy on you?”

47. “just like that”

48. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

49. “how are you so close already?”

50. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

51. “can you be quick?”

52. “please, i’ll finish fast”

53. “use your mouth”

54. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

55. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “you have to say the word”

56. “on the counter/table/etc?”

57. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other celeb*?”

58. “pull my hair”

59. “open your mouth”

60. “you’re such a messy girl”

61. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

62. “open your eyes”

63. “look at me while you cum”

64. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

65. “do you want to join me?”

66. “how bad do you want it?”

67. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

68. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

69. “we could get kicked out for this”

70. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

71. “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?”

72. “put your leg over my shoulder”

73. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

74. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are for me”

75. “stop being gentle”

76. “you can’t leave marks”

77. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

78. “do you like it when i spank you?”

79. “use my thigh”

80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

81. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

82. “i still hate you”

83. “this is just sex, no strings”

84. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

85. "you can take it like a good girl, right?"

86. “that was a nice way to wake up"

87. "how about we give them something to talk about?"

88. "dressing room, now"

89. "you/we need to be on stage in 15 minutes" ... "i don't care"

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yamysunmoon · 1 month ago

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Addams Family Values — 1993, dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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